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Trapped | Eddie Munson | Part 5 | 18+

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Paring: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 29k (Idk how it got this many words lemme live)

Warnings: Smut, oral f+m receiving, unprotected penetration, dirty talk, slut shaming kink, touching in class, waking someone up with kisses before talking about it, general newbie when it comes to writing smut. Other Warnings would be new relationship stuff, reader dresses a little proactively.

Its literally just PWP. I wanted them to earn their smut this chapter.

Authors note: Hi! I know it's been a while since the last part, but it literally took me a week to write each scene, and I work 40 hours a week. There were also a few scenes I felt just weren't quite right, you know? Anyway, please enjoy this new update. Lots of shenanigans. I had a lot of fun writing this and asking my best friend for help.

Minors DNI for the Smut.

Eddie drops you off with a kiss goodnight and an awkward yet very polite hello to your mom. She smiles warmly at him, seeing the glow in your cheeks as you looked at him. Before you close the door, lingering your hand on his, he mouths I’ll call you.

It took everything in you to close that door those final three inches. You leaned against it, feeling weak in the knees from what you couldn’t believe was your night. Your mom waddled over to you and kissed you on the forehead. “We’ll talk tomorrow.” She promises you. For now, she let her obviously happy daughter stay blissful.

Blissful was one word to describe you tonight, sure. It just didn’t come close to how you felt. You look around, wondering when exactly your mom went upstairs. You shrug your shoulders, smile on your face as you goofily trudge up the stairs. Your mind kept wondering, wishing you were in Eddie’s arms again.

The extra special attention he paid you when he realized Daisy was making you feel anxious. His eyes on you, watching you figure out how to tell a three-year story without embarrassing yourself. His concern when you told him you thought you had no chance with him. His knee shaking as you enter the booth, telling you he was just as nervous as you were, if not more.

His words and how they never failed to make you weak in the knees. Your thighs clutching onto his face, Eddie never seeming to mind suffocating in your cunt. The door suddenly right up against your back as he kisses you as if he has just wanted to kiss you like that all night long.

You knew it was nearly 12:30, but you wanted music to listen to in the shower. You brought your stereo over to the bathroom, placing it on the threshold. You put in your favourite tape before getting into the hot shower.

Your mind could literally not make up its mind on what it wanted to think about. One moment it was thinking about how sweet he was when you talked back and forth in his van on the way to drop you off. The next moment it was thinking about the shine of those pretty pink lips after just making you come. You felt a million tingles all at once. Some were great, the tingle you feel as a dog that doesn’t like other people chooses you. Some were great, the tingle you feel as your wildest fantasies late at night just became a reality.

You weren’t lying when you said you thought about him multiple times a week. Hell, two or three was an understatement. You were thinking more like 5 or 6. Two or three sounded reasonable to you. Yet, you wondered if he had ever thought about you like that before you were his…girlfriend?

Wait was that what you were now? Is that sealing the deal?

You finished your shower, yanking the stereo and your half-naked self to your room. Your room seemed to be messier than you remember leaving it. A few dresses were on the floor scattered by your closet, multiple hair styling tools on your dresser, your bed just littered in teen magazines. You didn’t mind, going to the new hiding spot you decided to use for anything Eddie might lend you.

You breathe in the black fabric, the smell of him completely overwhelming your senses. If you tried hard enough, you could hear and feel his voice in your ear. You don’t remember falling asleep that night, but you did with a smile on your face and your toes curled after kicking your sheets for what felt like an eternity.

Sunday morning sun hit you hard, the sun harshly coming through the open window by your bed. You woke up with a start, only in your panties and Eddie’s t-shirt as you rushed to sleepily close the window and its blinds so you could get more sleep.

That lasted another two hours.

Your phone rings, and your dad picks up. Next thing you know, there’s a short knock at your door following by the feeling of the plastic phone in your hand. By the time you open your eyes, your dad is already out the door. Strong and silent type.

“Hello?” You answer, your voice sounding rough. (Like you had just woken up or something.)

“We need details, and we needed them yesterday. Meet us at Nancy’s in an hour, pronto!” Robin’s voice is loud on the other line.

You groan into the phone, just wanting to sleep in today.

“You woke me up at 8am yesterday, Y/N L/N! This is generous. Meet us here or I am calling Munson and asking him for the dirty details.” Robin promised.

Robin did not have the social confidence to just call him up.

Nancy Wheeler, however, 100% would call him even without threatening you.

You said you’d be there, suddenly aware what the stakes are.

You got ready as fast as you let yourself, pausing when you remembered you slept on wet hair. It dried weird. Shit. You spent an extra ten minutes or so just fiddling with your hair.

You spent no time picking out an outfit, just wanting to be comfortable with your girls. Reluctantly, you took off Eddie’s shirt, wanting to preserve his scent for as long as possible, seeing how fast the scent alone put you to sleep.

A little bit of face brightening makeup to make you look alive and you were out the door with a bagel in hand. You made it to the Wheeler’s house with fifteen minutes to spare. You walked right in, knowing to Karen Wheeler you were almost like her second born. You weren’t but your parents knew each other for so long it was like you were one of her kids. You just weren’t that close with Nancy until a Demogorgon wrapped you in shared trauma. Now, you both had no idea why you weren’t friends to begin with.

“Morning Karen!” You called, Mrs. Wheeler doing her best to feed her seven-year-old child and juggle appointments.

“Hi sweetheart!” She called out. “They’re actually in the basement right now just so you know.” Karen said, chewing as she pointed behind her.

Odd, Nancy usually goes for her room rather than the basement. Lately the basement has been Mike’s place. That much is obvious when he hid a whole human, and nobody noticed because El was in the basement. “Thanks!”

You made your way down the steps, the girls engaged in a conversation with a Molly Ringwald movie playing in the background.

“Hi dummies!” You greet cheerfully, the two girls jumped, and came and hugged you with cute squealing voices.

They had taken over the basement, setting a large blanket down with snacks and drinks.

“Morning, sunshine.” Robin says, booping you on the nose.

Nancy was excited to see you, just felt a tad left out. “You owe me the whole story, not just what Robin says.” Nancy huffs, her arms not crossed but tense by her side. “So, tell me. Up until what Robin and Steve Harrington, of all people, know.”

You tell her the juicy details. Getting good reactions out of Robin, too now that Steve isn’t overhearing/judging the conversation.

“Hell, you didn’t need me. I’m telling you. That boy was going to rent a movie one day and that was supposed to set you guys up. Fate. I just put fate into fast forward.” You look at Nancy, a hint of a god complex in her eyes.

“You also stopped probably another year of silently wishing he would confess his love to me.” You tell her, waiting for her tense muscles from her excitement to relax. “It was the kick in the pants we both needed.”

You were now cozied up in a blanket, hot drink in hand and sitting comfortably in between the two girls. It was about an hour of “let me finish” and blushing as Robin and Nancy kept trying to secretly steal glances.

“If that was your Friday I want to hear about your Saturday,” Nancy urged you on, wanting to get to the date.

“Well I woke up yesterday morning swearing I must’ve fallen asleep on his couch because there was no way what happened could’ve happened anywhere but in my dreams.” You pause, grabbing some chips from a nearby chip bag. “Eddie was in the kitchen making breakfast.” Nancy melts into this. “It was cereal, but it was my favourite, so he gets points for that. I asked if I fell asleep on the couch. He said ‘No, but I did eat you on the couch.’” Nancy’s soft eyes turned startled, only expecting sugar, and getting some spice.

“So was he a good kisser? I know you said he was when we were at work, but c’mon how good?” Robin, asked, her legs crossed and snacking on some chips.

You huffed, remembering the feeling of Eddie’s lips against yours, rough and hypnotising. “Just, fantastic. He knows where to put his hands, what to say, not too much tongue. He is an amazing kisser seeing as he’s never been kissed before that.”

The look the girls gave you reminded you that you haven’t been open about that. “Wait, wait, hold on.” Robin pauses, taking a moment to swallow the food in her mouth. “Eddie has never been kissed before you? Does this mean,” her eyes shift to Nancy for a beat and back to you. “Is Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson a virgin!?”

You panic for a moment, feeling like you had fucked up by telling something personal about your…boyfriend? At least Steve wasn’t here.

Then you smirk.

Robin and Nancy watch your face, confused by the sudden shift from anxious to smug.

“Well, not anymore.”

“WHAT?” They shout together, both sitting up on their knees.

“He was when we kissed on Friday but he’s not anymore.” It takes everything you have not to burst out giggling at their faces.

Nancy’s jaw is just straight up on the floor while Robin is covering her mouth with one of her hands. “Ok skip the morning, go straight to your date I just don’t care enough about your morning anymore.”

You ignored her. “Eddie asked about my day, we decided on a date time, he drove me home. I went to work, got ready for my date, Eddie picked me back up again. We went to Chef’s Table. Steve got us a last-minute reservation there at a table in the back.”

“Wow, he gave you his table?” Nancy, commented, now lying on her stomach, and resting on her elbows while munching on a crunchy snack. “That was nice of him.”

You were taken aback by Nancy’s word choice. “What do you mean, his table?”

Nancy’s mouth upturned slightly, not sure if you were joking. “It’s one of his make out spots. If you go to Chef’s Table and request a spot in the back, it’s more than likely you want to make out. The staff are more likely to keep their distance. I know, he took me there.”

“Wait what?” You ask, your head moving slightly forward and tilting your head in disbelief. “We spent the whole time trying not to make out thinking we were in some fancy restaurant!” You thought of all the times you wanted nothing more than to lean in and kiss him in the candle lit booth. Sit on his lap and grab his face mid conversation and let Daisy see just how much Eddie was into you.

“Nope, his tried and true.” Nancy said, adjusting her shirt as she had attempted not to think about amount of hot make out sessions Steve has taken her to in that booth. “He’s gonna be pretty pissed when he learns he gave you his spot and you didn’t even make out in it.”

“We were trying to behave! I thought he might’ve gotten this spot under his mom’s influence or something I didn’t know! That’s a detail Steve should’ve told me when he called me before my date.” A thought occurs to you. “No wonder that bitch thought Eddie was free game!”

“Huh?” Robin asked, wondering where this came from.

You roll your eyes, remembering the straight up audacity that is Daisy. “My waitress was literally only talking to him the entire night. It was incredibly aggravating. Eddie just ignored her once I made it clear it was genuinely worrying me he might realize he had better options. I guess she might’ve thought she had a chance when me and Eddie weren’t all handsy.” You held your head in your hands, somewhat upset you didn’t know this detail. “Believe me if I knew I would’ve been handsy.”

“What you do then, talk?” Nancy asked, sounding sarcastic.

“I mean, yeah. The whole time.” You said, shrugging. “It was really nice.”

“So what did you talk about?” Robin asked, sitting up and crossing her legs criss-crossed.

“Well, he wanted to know if I had actually liked him for three years. I explained that story, including the embarrassing parts of my friends setting me up and puking after him coming in to work on Thursday.” You pause, taking a sip your pop. “You know those parts. Eddie told his side of the story too. Both of us essentially were into each other but not a big fan of the rejection. Eddie liked the idea that someone might be into him despite the attention his reputation might draw to anyone involved with him. I liked the idea of keeping it secret so no one would try to actually set us up so I couldn’t get rejected. If he turned out to be wrong and I didn’t like him, then no one did want to be with the freak and all of his worst social fears were true.”

You all sit in this moment, allowing your words to sink in.

Robin leans into Nancy, speaking under breath but loud enough for you to hear. “They definitely couldn’t have done it without you.”

Nancy leans in, too. “No, they wouldn’t have done anything unless someone got the ball rolling for them. They’re both anxious little shits.”

You threw your supporting pillow at them, annoyed. Mostly because they were right. Without someone to nudge them in the right direction you would be both hopelessly stuck in your own loops.

“Now I want to get back to the was a virgin part of this,” Robin says, her eyes intense on you.

“Yeah, stop stalling. Tell us what happened when you guys got back.”

“Well we ran to the van, and Eddie stopped all of his good behaviour. He started driving like a maniac again, turned his music back up. When we got back to his trailer he literally forced me to keep up with him as we ran into his door. The moment his front door was closed I was pushed up against it.”

“C’mon keep talking.” Said Robin, excited for the good shit. “Keep talking. Don’t hold up now.”

You sigh, feeling almost embarrassed. “Well he stepped back to take off his shirt, and by then my leg was up on his hip and his knee accidentally- yunno.” Robin looked clueless, while Nancy nodded her head. Oh, she knew. “He saw a reaction, and he kept doing that. Essentially that might have led to me grinding on his knee not touching the floor.” You pause, eating a chip or two. “A little bit of that and he took me to the bedroom. He wasted absolutely no time, going down. He kinda can’t shut up when he really gets going.”

“Can’t shut up how? What does he say?” Robin asks, leaning in closer.

You cross your arms and hug yourself, despite the just sinful things Eddie has said replaying in your head. “I am not spilling literally everything to you two. Some things are still sacred. But they are vile and perfect. He does that until I finish and that’s when he asks if we can take it to the next step, in so many words.” Can I fuck you is not exactly the same, but it got the message across. “So we did. It was,” you pause. Your mind is elsewhere for half a second, a flash of Eddie’s skin right against yours, his hips hitting yours hard. “It was great.”

“Jesus, Y/N, tell us some more.” Nancy all but begged. “I’m dying to know at least one more detail.”

You become smug, resting your chin on your knees. “I will tell you one more thing. You have to shut up after this. We’ll gossip about our classmates, what I said is enough to tell the story but allow Eddie and I to have some secrets.” You took a breath to surge your confidence. “Eddie was a virgin, but he does not fuck like one. I had to teach one or two techniques sure, but he catches on like a-astonishingly quickly.”

Your cheeks heat up due to the look you receive from them, and you sit in it for a moment before you shift and sit in a way that allows you to extend your legs and feel comfortable. “Okay, so now that you guys know what went down, you’ll shut up. So, Nancy. Tell me some class gossip, please.”

“Well, Eddie Munson just hooked up with-“ Nancy is hit in the face with another pillow you were hit with earlier when they had to encourage you to talk about Friday night. “Okay I was kidding. You should hear about Nathan Duncan on the basketball team.”

You all sat giggling like idiots, the class of ’86 gossip enough to keep you all entertained.

“Oh, Y/N!” Karen calls from upstairs. “Someone is on the phone for you!”

Your eyebrows furrow, wondering who was anxious enough to speak to you that they tracked you down. You were certain it wasn’t that important. “Can you take a message for me, please?”

“Sure can!” Karen stays by the door, projecting her voice so you could hear. “Sorry, Eddie I’m afraid-“ Before you could get up and grab the phone off of the receiver downstairs, Nancy is already up and tossing you the phone.

“Hi, sorry Karen, I can take it from here.” You said on the phone, and Karen laughs into her speaker and hangs up.

“Hi princess,” Eddie says, laughter in his voice.

“H-hi” You reply, out of breath and your heart in your stomach just from hearing his voice. “What’s up?”

Eddie paused before responding. “I called your house, but your mom said you’ve been over here for a bit. Figured I’d be able to catch you.” You nodded, knowing he couldn’t see you, but he took your silence as a sign to keep talking. “I just wanted to see how your week looked.”

Your mind stutters before it’s able to come up with a tangible response on your upcoming week. “Well, I am working Monday to Wednesday. I work 5-9 on each of those days. I can still see you during lunch and World Geography, right?”

Eddie chuckles, resulting goosebumps down your neck. “Shit, I have all my deals during lunch until Thursday. Band rehearsals today and tomorrow, plus the extra DnD session on Wednesday.” Eddie pauses, you hear a distant “Motherfucker,” as if he turned to speak away from his phone. “World with you next to me until then?” He asks, almost sounding nervous.

You were annoyed at the lack of time you’ll be getting with him over the next week “I guess that’ll do,” you say, Eddie laughing closed mouthed at your dry response. “You owe me extra time during the weekend, though.”

“Doesn’t Wheeler already owe you a Michael J. Fox-athon?” He asks, bringing you back to Friday night in his club room when you were nearly too nervous to say a single word to him.

You glance at Nancy, who was attempting to not seem nosy and into your conversation. “I think she’ll get over it.”

You hesitate in saying what you want to say.

Eddie, unable to see you, can still sense it. “Use your words, sweetheart.”

You can feel yourself melt. You were putty in his hands. “Is it lame to say I miss you already?” Your face squishes up in embarrassment, hiding your face in your hand.

Eddie on the other line falls backwards where he was sitting on his bed, his smile wide and brown eyes soft. Holy shit were you cute. “Nah. I miss you too,” he admits, his voice soft.

Your breath hitches, feeling giddy. Eddie Munson missed you. “Good.” You whisper. “Good luck with your rehearsals. See you soon?”

“Soon, sweetheart. Soon.”

The line goes dead, Eddie hanging up for you before things got any more embarrassing in front of Nancy and Robin. You absent-mindedly smile as you put the phone onto the receiver, turning to face their faces. “If you keep looking like this at me every time I interact with him I’m going to have to find new friends.”

“I’m sorry it’s just hard to admit you are the same person we have watched silently moon over him.” Robin admits, apologetic. “Every time you saw him at the mall for one of his deals you would spend all your time up serving the ice-cream just hoping he’d come in. He never did.”

You had to admit, you felt like a different person. You weren’t sure what that meant for you and Eddie, though. Him calling to see what your plans were for the week seemed like something that someone in a committed relationship would do, but it was never confirmed by the two of you.

The conversation strayed from you and Eddie, and you all stayed hanging until Robin needed to go home and needed a ride. You offered one, knowing you had homework to do and a mom to face.

Robin was dropped off after you both debating the better Star Wars film. You loved A New Hope and she liked Empire Strikes Back. Something about the Heroes losing for once, she said. Yeah you told her you thought it was just depressing.

You approached your house cautiously, knowing your mom had told you that when you got home you would have a conversation.

“Hi!” You called, entering the front door with your key. “I’m home!”

Your mom welcomed you, coming from the kitchen making dinner. “My girl,” she says hugging you. “Come, let’s talk in the kitchen.”

Your kitchen was decent, an island in the middle with chairs seated at it. Many a night were spent with you talking to your mom as she made dinner, laughing and chatting. You sat at the island like normal, your mom waiting for you as she leant onto the countertop. “Do you know why I want to talk?” She asks, her voice not gentle but parental.

“I was at a boy’s house?” You ask, your shoulders moving up to your ears.

The look on her face told you that it was not the reason she wanted to talk. “No that’s not the reason. There are two reasons. Number one, I don’t care if you spent the night at a boys place. You’re 18, and I have raised you to make smart decisions, have I not? It wasn’t a school night, your grades are up, and you had a ride home. I just need to know where you are so that if something does happen in town again or to you, god forbid, I have accurate information on your whereabouts. I just like to know you’re safe, does that make sense?”

What your mom said made more sense than you had anticipated. You were expecting to be yelled at for sleeping at his house and coming home with his shirt the next day. “I understand. I lied because I knew you’d ask for a name, and I wasn’t ready to tell you that yet. Now I realize what you were worried about.”

She smiles, understanding. “Second, why didn’t you think you could tell me the boy you liked all this time was Eddie Munson?”

You move your hair out of your face. “I didn’t want the encouragement of talking to him when I figured I had no chance.” You didn’t want to be honest, but you knew it was time. “I figured if I told you, you would tell me to talk to him, and he would flat out reject me. I didn’t want that possibility. How could you encourage me when you didn’t know who it was?”

Your mom shook her head, almost stunned at your roundabout logic. “I mean I’m not thrilled its Eddie Munson, but I think you were a little too hard on yourself.”

“Considering he liked me back, I think you’re right. You know me, over thinking is something I’m good at and takes me no effort.” You smile through it, but your mom looks at you with sad eyes. “I’m just glad it all worked out.”

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that as cheerfully as you did. Now I understand wanting to stay over night at your boyfriend’s house. I was a teenager too, and back then it was even more frowned upon then it is now.” She comments, a teenager in the late 60s. “I will let you stay over one night every two weeks until you graduate. When you graduate then it’s up to you.”

You felt annoyed how often she chose but you felt lucky to have such an understanding mother. “Thank you mom!” You leaned in to give her a big hug.

“You two have already done the deed, I’m assuming?” You heard your dad’s tv go louder, not wanting to hear this part of the conversation. You nodded, sparing his ears. “I assumed when I saw his shirt. You can have his shirts, just keep them in a box where I can’t see them. It’ll let me pretend a little bit longer.”

You roll your eyes at this, now wanting five of his shirts so you can scatter across your room. “Maybe if you didn’t go through my stuff, you wouldn’t see any then.” You mutter as you wonder up the stairs.

Your mom’s hearing is freakishly good. “I didn’t snoop! You left that thing in the middle of your floor! Some teenager you are! Don’t even know how to sneak!”

You let laughter out as you enter your room for the night. Time to do the assignment, and get a C.

You pulled up to Hawkins High that morning twenty minutes before the first bell rang. The parking lot was sparce in cars, though Eddie’s van was in the back corner in its usual spot. Your heart pitter-patters and a large rush of air overwhelms your lungs. You knew he would be down a path and at his picnic table, over charging an athlete who just finished their morning practice.

Sighing, you turned your car off and made your way to the front doors. You went and grabbed what you needed and went to the cafeteria, hoping he might be there and his deals were cancelled. Not that he gets to school early for the fun of it.

When you got to the cafeteria, your eyes immediately scanned across to the Hellfire table. There were three members who were there and already early, but none of them with his gorgeous curly hair. You sat next to Nancy, damn near pouting. Nancy was writing in her notebook, getting a few sentences down before school started. “Morning.” You mumble, forehead landing onto the table.

She shifts over to look at you, a slight smile appearing on her lips. “Hi Y/N. No knight in shining jean vest yet?” She asks, her eyes glancing to her brother and Dustin sat next to Eddie’s empty chair.

“No, he’s busy.” You mumble against the table. You turn your head to face her. “How’s the story coming along? I remember you really struggling with it yesterday.”

Nancy rests her chin onto her hand, rereading over her work. “It’s coming. I can do better though.”

“You will. Stop thinking about it, come back. Like studying.” You recall Nancy’s advice when you were in trouble unable to focus on studying. Nancy telling you to come back to it if you can’t retain any information changed your GPA. “Talk to me, instead. Please?”

Nancy decides you were right and puts her notebook aside.

Robin arrives about five minutes later, her hair frazzled and face a little splotched sits next to you.

“Robin, you ok?” You ask, wondering if she was just being Robin. She nods, not giving anything away. “Will I ever understand why you feel like this some mornings?”

Robin rests her head on her arms, her mind at war. “Someday soon.”

There was more to what she was saying, you could tell. You just hoped everything would turn out for her.

The warning bell rings after some further mindless conversation about ridiculously hard homework, or the eye-roll worthy speech Jason gave at the away game. Nancy had her sportswriter go down, and it was worse than the ones he gives at home. By miles.

The final bell rings and you say your goodbyes and make your way to first period. When you are among the second half of the class that are arriving, Eddie is still not in his seat. That was something you were used to, but still felt a pang of disappointment. The teacher is mid-way through her plan about the upcoming week when he rushes in, right past your desk and to the opposite back corner. As he comes in, you get a rush of his scent, freshly showered with a strong essence that was straight up Eddie.

You turn and face him, no longer worried of what the mere indication of you liking him would do. Cause now he knew. He catches your eye as soon as you turn to face him, winking at you. You smile widely in response, turning back around when Señorita Mandelez starts pulling out the work for today.

Throughout Spanish, you feel his gorgeous brown eyes staring a hole in the back of your neck. You didn’t mind, it meant he had trouble not letting his eyes wonder, too. He was just better at it. You manage to get the notes all down but didn’t end up retaining anything you had learnt that class. The bell rings and your teacher dismissed you.

You hear him faster than you were expecting, right behind you as you put your books back in your backpack. “Morning, princess.”

You turn around as you finish putting the textbook in. “Hi, Ed.” You greet him, unafraid to show your wide smile. “How was your Sunday?” You ask, genuinely wanting to know.

“Oh not too bad,” he feigns boredom, as if he wasn’t looking forward to hearing you talk to him for this whole class. “Band rehearsal could’ve gone better. My second guitarist is really attempting to nail a certain part of Sweet Child O Mine and he just can’t seem to get it.” Eddie stares off as he says the last part, his eyes becoming hard for half a second before turning back to you. “How was gossiping with the girls?”

“We don’t gossip that much,” you defend, Eddie gives you a ‘c’mon’ look, “well we do, but they just wanted to know how our date went.”

You’re halfway to your next class by now, suddenly realizing he was walking you to class. “What did you say?” He asked, almost nervous.

“That it went well is it could’ve. I also might’ve given one or two details about what happened when we got back.” You admit, looking at your feet as you reach the final hallway to Literature Studies.

He takes your hand. “What details?” He asks, now just curious.

“Might’ve accidentally told them you were a virgin.” You admit to him, hoping he doesn’t get mad.

Eddie didn’t seem mad, his face expressionless. “What did you say after that?”

“That you don’t fuck like one.”

Eddie pulled you into his arms, stopping about ten paces away from your class. “That’s my girl. That is the perfect answer.” You close your eyes as you breathe him in, turning on the spot back and forth. You wanted to stay like this until the bell rings again, time for next class.

“I gotta go. See you around, Ed?”

“If the stars align, sweetheart.” He says, kissing your temple. “Go.”

You feel him lightly push you…something you needed to let go. Your teacher was looking over her lesson plans, allowing the class to chatter quietly and you enter the full class without being noticed.

Robin gives you a smug look, nodding her head to the door. “What was that?”

“He walked me to class.” You state, bringing out your textbook.

“That was on hell of an embrace, though.” She mentions, holding her stare on you.

You glance into her bright green eyes, scratching your jaw. “You saw that, huh.” You paused, drawing a little devil in the corner of your page. You glance back at her, her face still expectant. You shrug, not wanting to add more context. “It was a hug, Robin. Yunno, physical affection? The kind you hate?”

Robin rolls her eyes at your sarcasm. She opens her mouth to come at you with something when your teacher interrupts you, introducing the weeks lessons. Of course, she didn’t let that from telling you what she needed to say.

In the corner of your eye, you notice a folded piece of paper. You open it, If that was your guys’ idea of a hug then I could see why you were shy sharing with the class.

You huff out a laugh, your face heating up in the process. You don’t respond, instead focusing on the stupid lit lesson, despite Robin occasionally teasing you in the corner of her eye.

Literature Studies was incredibly dull. Robin always makes it better. You were given the second half of the class to complete your homework. Robin spends the better part of the 45-minute period teasing you and the lesser part chatting. She and Steve finally organized the back section filled with unmarked tapes when it was particularly slow yesterday. You were thankful you weren’t working; you hated that task most of all.

Biology was nice today, focusing on the final parts of genetics then moving on to hormones. That meant a chapter test was soon, which meant too much time studying shit you didn’t want to. The bell came as your teacher was explaining the final test and the review you were going to do tomorrow. You were already packed for five minutes, wanting to go to the damn cafeteria.

You just wanted to hold on to hope, for five more minutes.

You stopped by your locker, putting your bags away and heading the cafeteria with a heavy feeling he won’t be there. You stopped at the threshold of the cafeteria, scanning the room until you see the Hellfire table.

There they were, engaged in their conversation, laughter roaring. Their leader’s chair, however, empty.

His chair was empty.

You felt a knot in your stomach, unsure why.

Despite the knot, you needed food. You lined up, opting for a lighter choice. Pre cut fruit and some juice would be okay for now.

When you sat down, Nancy and Robin were already sat, prepared for your glum self. “Hi, Y/N. You doin ok?”

“I’m annoyed. I just wanted to spend time with my- whatever he is.” You said, still unsure what you were.

“After the hug I witnessed in the hallway, it is clear to me and anyone else who witnessed it that the word you’re looking for is boyfriend.” Robin stated, exactly no doubts in her voice.

“You can ask what he defines your relationship as, you know.” Nancy shrugs. “That’s allowed.”

You squint. Have they met Eddie Munson? “Is it?”

“Yes.” They respond together.

You a portion of your lunch with Robin describing in detail what she witnessed outside of Literature Studies. You were sure you were further away from the door, but she sounded pretty accurate. The girls then prodded for what you were talking about. You shrugged, pretending not to remember.

By the end of lunch, your tray was empty and your juice gone you felt better, despite the looming presence of an empty chair that was across the cafeteria from you.

“By the way, when he isn’t dealing are you going to be sitting with him during lunch now?” Nancy asked.

“I’m assuming so,” you say, walking with her down the hallway.

“Where would you sit?” She asks, knowing the established seating plan.

“I dunno, his lap.” You shrug.

“I like the sound of that.” Eddie says, right behind you now.

You feel your eyes widen and you stop mid-pace. As you turn to face him, you can hear Nancy trying and failing miserably to hold in her laughter. “Eddie, you remember Nancy.” You say, deflecting from the conversation.

“Ah yes the infamous older Wheeler. Your brother speaks oh-so highly of you.” Eddie says, voice dripping in sarcasm.

“Im sure he does.” Nancy laughs, still giggling. “Hi, Eddie. Please excuse me I’m going over there so I can share this with Robin. She and Harrington will love this.”

You make your way to your locker; aware Eddie is still right behind you. He waits for you patiently to grab your books, leaning against the locker next to yours, hiding behind the metal door. You close it, his smile mischievous. “So, my lap, huh?”

“Your fault.” You state, turning away from him to head to math class.

Eddie half jogs to catch up with you. “My fault?” He asks, his voice incredulous. “H-how?”

You turn to face him, you weren’t sure what his reaction meant. “Our date. You want to show off the person you’re dating? What better way than to sit on your lap during lunch?” You ask, and walk away, only a few minutes to get to your class.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, princess.” He says, quickly catching up to you, his legs much longer than yours were. “You can’t keep saying shit like this and walking away. That is where your mind went to, damn you know me better than I know myself.” Eddie turned on you, blocking your path.

He frames your face with his ringed hand, you lean into the touch instinctively. He leans in, placing his lips on yours. His kiss is heavy, and a little too much for school. You were thankful the hallways were already dwindled down, most kids gone to their classes. You look at him, switching your face between his two brown eyes. “I have a question,” you start, embarrassed about it already.

“Shoot.”

“Don’t laugh.”

He pauses, as if considering your request. “Maybe.”

It takes you a moment to summon the courage. “A-am I your girlfriend now? Is that what this is?”

Eddie’s kissed-bruised lips turn up into a big smile, holding back a laugh. He opens his mouth to respond but takes his hand and places it on your chin. He angles your chin up ever so slightly, and places a kiss on your forehead, before wordlessly walking away.

You were still confused.

You sat in your math class, not taking a word your teacher was talking about, but attempting to write it down anyway. You can reteach yourself later with the help of Nancy Wheeler who was in AP Algebra. It might have been better if you learned from her from the start.

The bell couldn’t have come fast enough. You packed up your stupid calculator and your stupid textbook and charged for the door. There, back from his free period, was Eddie Munson, leaning on the lockers diagonally across from the classroom, one knee propped up and bouncing and the grey lunchbox he carries resting on it.

You feel your face break into a smile and pick up your pace to him. “Hi,” You say, grabbing his hand.

Eddie’s instant reaction is startled, until he realizes your hand is around his. “Oh- Jesus H. Christ, hi, sweetheart. How was, math?” He asks, not knowing the finer points in your schedule yet.

You make note of how much you still need to learn about one another, it being only a few days since Friday evening. “Yeah, math.” You confirm, yanking him towards World Geography. “It was stinky. I hate math.”

“Really,” Eddie said, sounding surprised. “I mean I’m still good at math. I can always help you out.” You’re taking your time, your pace much slower than you know Eddie usually walks at.

“Thanks.” His thumb is rubbing against yours, his fingers flexing somewhat in your own. “How was your free period?”

He shrugs, non-committal. “It was lame. Got all my deals in by the end of lunch. Took a lot of effort to not convince you to skip with me.”

God, you wished he had convinced you. “So what did you end up doing, then?”

“Goof off with Jeff,” he answered, starting to swing your interlocked hands between you dramatically.

You face toward him, the crowd getting smaller as the next class grows closer. “I have a question for you, and it’s just as embarrassing as the last one I asked.”

Eddie chuckled, his head ducking before turning his head up to face you. “I’m intrigued.”

“Did you know that Chef’s Table is a make out spot?” You ask, hoping he was just as clueless as you.

He looked up, his eyes telling a story before his mouth did. Oh no, he knew. “Yeah, that’s a known make out spot.”

You sigh, pissed at this answer. “Well, I didn’t. There I was, thinking we were in some fancy restaurant where the lighting is far too tempting, and I should’ve just crawled onto your lap when I had the initial thought to.” You tugged his hand, pulling it a little harder than necessary when he started laughing and leading him towards your class again.

“Sweetheart you just need to start trusting those instincts and following your impulses.” Eddie chuckles, lowering his voice as you enter the class together still hand in hand. “Usually those are the correct ones and the ones that surprise me the most. I was waiting for you to make the first move.” You walk to the back of the class with him, no question your seat was now the one right next to his. He sits down, placing his lunch box on top and sitting with his body and knee more towards you. “The more you tell me those small thoughts the more you liking me makes sense.”

You were about to ask him to elaborate when Ms. O’Donnell interrupts him, the class ending their conversations as if she put you all on mute.

She asks for your assignments from over the weekend. You pass yours to the front, grinning back at Eddie when he gives you his shit-eating grin. Once those are in her grasp, she starts to explain the plans for the upcoming week. She leads right into the lecture, opening the book and calling on random students to start reading each paragraph. She usually doesn’t call on Eddie for these, but she does call on you almost every time. As you were trying to focus on what paragraph you were on, so you didn’t look like an idiot in front of Eddie and the strict teacher.

That didn’t stop Eddie from being hella annoying in distracting you. After multiple attempts of distracting you, you think he gives up when he surprises you and brings out a notebook. You think you might’ve ignored him into submission when you hear a rip. Uh oh.

You were right to be worried, not two minutes and half a paragraph later you feel something hit your forehead. You look down at the culprit, a crumpled-up piece of paper.

Your eyes shift to him. Open it, he mouths, his face manic.

You keep your finger on the paragraph you are currently on, single-handedly opening the little note. There, in Eddie’s chicken-scratch written was You look earth-shatteringly beautiful today, sweetheart.

You blush hard, moving your finger to the next paragraph. The next student is talking stupidly low and you can’t tell where she is, you’re normally closer to her. You finally catch up to her when another paper hits your temple, landing on the ground next to you. You glance to him, and he points to the paper on the floor and mouths Pick it up.

You keep your finger on the paragraph and inconspicuously reach down to grab the paper. You were successful and as you’re about to open it, Ms. O’Donnell calls your name. Great.

Luckily you were following along and you knew exactly where you were. You start reading, and suddenly there were a bunch of eyes who turned to face you. Shit, usually you were in the front row and didn’t have to deal with an audience. How ever anxious the lingering eyes made you; you successfully stumble your way through the longer than average paragraph.

Once that was over, she calls Eddie’s name. By the collective whispering, no one was expecting it just like you weren’t. Eddie’s eyes are full of panic, not even a textbook on his desk. You put your text on his desk somewhat haphazardly and point your finger to the paragraph you were on. It’s a small one, but you were still surprised she called him.

When Eddie was done, he leaned back in his chair, letting out a large sigh of relief. Almost immediately he hunches back forward and mouths for you to open your forgotten squished up note.

It says, the things I would have done to you if I managed to convince you to skip class with me.

You look up from the note, startled. Your body has a different reaction, panties gaining a wet patch in the middle. You crumple this note back up, wanting to destroy the evidence of a dirty message like this. There was no trash can right by you anymore, you might as well eat it. You put it in the front pocket of your bag.

Your period continues like this, Mrs. O’Donnell finally finished calling on students and now ready to give some notes. When you think Eddie is done, he surprises you with another note. Here are just a few examples of what he had given you.

Look. You looked up at him, he was sticking his tongue out.

I’m serious you in those jeans are killing me. Thursday can’t come fast enough.

Look. Seriously look. When you looked, he reached up grabbed your nose. You felt another one hit you right after. Got your nose.

You should’ve been more annoyed with each note, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to be annoyed with him. If anything with each note you just smiled wider and felt giddy.

Last Monday you were probably split between sneaking glances and paying attention.

Today you were split between him distracting you with cute little notes and paying attention.

Unfortunately, Ms. O’Donnell didn’t give any in class time to do the insane amount of homework she assigned. She was asking if anyone had any questions when the bell rang.

“Will you do this shit with me?” He asks, looking at the stupid homework listed on the board.

“Does that mean you have time this evening? It’s due tomorrow.” you tease, giving him a quick peck.

“Fuck,” he mutters, crossing his arms.

You giggle, and bump into him lightly. “So, elaborate?”

Eddie gives you a confused look, his eyebrows knitted together. What the hell were you talking about?

You sigh. “The thing I’ve been thinking about other than trying not to be distracted by your notes. What do you mean it’s starting to make sense?”

He pauses, thinking back to the conversation prior to World Geography class. “Oh! That. I mean I kept wondering why a shy an academically successful girl like you would want to be with me. You and me aren’t exactly what people were expecting if you couldn’t tell from their gawking today.”

You haven’t noticed any staring, and you didn’t want to. “Okay, and how does this have to do with our conversation?”

Eddie is silent, waits until you pack of your things, and escorts you out of the classroom. Once you were in the halls, he puts his arm around your shoulders and whispers, “The more you tell me your dirty little secrets the more I understand she is just as a freak as I am, she just keeps it well hidden.”

You turn your lips inward, the patch on your underwear that was almost dry now getting wetter.

You go to your locker to switch your books for last period, expecting Eddie to turn to leave since his gym class was the other way. Instead, he leads you back into under his shoulder. “What are you doing?” You ask, keeping his stride has he casually walks with you down the hall.

“Walking my girlfriend to her class, why?” Eddie says, his voice stating the obvious

You accept this answer until your brain short circuits. “Wait girlfriend?” You feel a wave of relief rush over you as it was finally confirmed for you. Eddie Munson considered you his girlfriend.

Eddie Munson was your boyfriend.

“Yes, sweetheart. Girlfriend.” He says, placing a kiss in your hair. “That’s okay to call you that?” He asks, moving his head back to look at you.

“You could say that” You reply, failing miserably at hiding the sheer joy the word gave you.

Girlfriend.

Eddie sent you into class, keeping letting his eyes linger on your ass longer than necessary.

Your final class was easy, the teacher deciding to let you finish any outstanding homework or study for majority of the class, if all this class’s assignments were finished. Man, you had wished Ms. O’Donnell was this kind. Sure, she was helpful on Friday, but she would never remain as helpful as she was.

You had finished all your assignments except the last two long answer questions for World Geography. Not even if you were slow at work will you finish them there. Only reason you haven’t dropped that class because it was one more class you had with him. It was just terribly dull.

As you get to your car, you glance across the lot to where Eddie’s van was, seeing him and his band members climb into it. He had practice until right when you started work. You felt a light pang in your stomach, you also knew it was good you both had your own things and weren’t co dependant on one another.

You felt better when Eddie catches your eye, giving an air kiss. He drives off, his music blaring.

You start your car, heading home to sit around until it’s time for work.

Despite your dissociation, your mind was still buzzing with the time you spent with Eddie today. You did go into the day thinking you were only going to see him class, but he made the extra effort to talk to you. In reflecting this, you feel yourself smile as you kill time lounging on your bed. On Friday you were killing yourself with glee in the mere idea that he was talking to you.

Now, your stunning boyfriend was making time out of his day to make sure he still saw you.

You arrived to work ten minutes early, wanting to goof off for a little without being yelled at to do something. Do what? Not like you were being paid yet. The door went off as you entered Family Video, both Robin and Steve already there. “There she is! My hero.” Steve grabbed you and wrapped his arm around you, escorting you to the backroom where you were headed to drop off your shit as normal.

You escape his arm, giving Robin a weary glance. “Why am I your hero?” You ask tentatively.

Your bag hit the floor of the office when you hear “You left a mark on Chef’s Table! So proud, that spot must’ve worked, huh?” You don’t have to see his face to know his eyebrows are raised and there was a cocky little smirk on his face.

“Not sure if you mean Daisy, but Steve what do you remember about calling me to tell me about the reservation?” You ask, putting the lame green vest on and fixing your hair over it.

“That you sounded really nervous.” You raise your arm to hit him, “Okay! I also remember telling you about the spot.”

Thwack!

“Ow!”

You huff, moving towards where Robin was stationed rewinding tapes. “Robin!” You say halfway to her.

“Yeah?” Robin says, mindlessly pressing the buttons.

“Steve is an idiot.” You state, leaning on the counter.

“I-wha-“ Steve stumbles, oblivious to what you were trying to accomplish.

“I know but why this time?”

“Steve called to mention he got me a reservation, that was the word he used, at Chef’s Table and that he had told Munson. Then Dustin stole the phone. That was basically the gist of our phone call.” You pause waiting for her to ask what the problem was.

It took Robin a little over a minute to understand. “Oh! A-and?”

“He didn’t think to tell me that this particular restaurant was one of his make-out spots.” Steve, who was now leaning on the counter, slowly slid backwards leant on his elbows with his eyes wide and lips tucked in as he had realized his mistake.

Steve lets out a chuckle or two, biting back actual laughter. “Wait, you didn’t know?” You quietly shook your head, doing your best to glare at him. “So you and Eddie were in the best possible booth for about an hour with the least amount of foot traffic and you didn’t take advantage of it.” He stated, wrapping his head around it. “I thought everyone knew.”

“My parents go there when they have a date night!” You exclaim, putting your arms up dramatically. “I thought it was just a nice dim restaurant setting! I didn’t think they would go to a make out spot!”

You check your wrist, one minute until you officially start your shift. You make your way back to clock in. As you punch in your card you hear Steve, “Not my fault you’re so goddamn wholesome about that shit!”

“Wasn’t wholesome when they got back to his,” Robin mutters under her breath, loud enough for Steve to hear.

Steve tilts his head towards you, wanting you to elaborate. “If it makes you feel any better Steve,” you say, smirking. “Any sinful, crude thing we didn’t do in your booth, we made up for at his trailer.”

You grab some tapes from the return pile, ignoring the sputtering mess that was now Steve Harrington. You pass Robin, then walk back to her again, “What’s with him and wanting to know about my love life?”

Robin shrugs, completely clueless herself. “Believe me, he’s like that with everyone.”

Confused, you feel your eyebrows knit together for just a fraction of a second. What love life did Robin have that you had no idea about? You let go, knowing you were dead silent about Eddie for years. You respected what Robin might not want to tell you.

Even if it did hurt for a moment that Robin has been telling Steve.

You’re about halfway through your shift, your turn on the front counter and mindlessly watching the evening choice for the movie to watch. “So, Y/N, I heard you and Eddie were basically making out in the hallway earlier.”

Startled, you shift your body so you can see her. “Huh? Who did you hear that from?”

Robin chuckled, one arm protecting her put away pile. “You two were the talk of school today, and technically now that makes you the talk of the town. Small town bullshit, you know?”

You didn’t remember hearing anything. Did Eddie?

“Huh. Didn’t know that.” You state, zoning out at the implications of people you barely knew using your first and last name with Eddie Munson as if it was so shocking. “I mean we won’t really have time to spend together until Thursday. He’s busy dealing during lunch all week and has his band rehearsals.” You sigh, turning your head to watch the movie again. “I’m going to take what I can get until then.”

Steve startles you as he clears his throat behind you. “So what I am hearing,” he starts, feigning causality. “is two horny and revved up newly dating teenagers have to wait a few days mostly apart, correct?” He states, almost too specific with his statement.

“Yes,” you confirm, turning your head to look back at the movie. “Your point?”

“My point-“ he runs around the console so he can face you at the customer’s spot. “is you are doing this new relationship where you’re clearly already fucking thing, all wrong.”

You feel your cheeks heat up but you don’t drop his gaze. There was a small but insistent part of you that wanted to know what he meant by that.

You fight this part, she was small but she was strong.

She won over. “How?”

He smiles, almost evil, though he never could be. “All sorts of ideas.”

Your face fills up with a smirk. This could get interesting.

Steve gives you some of the best advice you have ever received from him, and it had made you see him in a new light.

Before going to sleep that night you had a hot shower, prepping yourself as if you knew Eddie was going to plow you the next day but you knew you were both going to have no time. You went to your closet, knowing there was something specific you could wear, but you were waiting until Thursday for that one. Instead, you picked something that won’t be as effective, but it will get a result.

Surprisingly, you sleep well considering the plan you had come up with the help of Steve Harrington. The whole time Robin rolling her eyes at the two of you. Your alarm goes off early as you had planned, giving you plenty of time to fix your hair up and wear maybe a bit of a more dramatic makeup look. You almost second guessed your plan as you look at yourself in the mirror, but it was 25 minutes until first bell.

Too late to go back now.

You drive to school, your heart in your stomach for the first time but not crush-like butterflies. More like I can’t believe I’m fucking doing this butterflies. The lot was already decently full when you pulled up, five minutes left until first bell. You walk the hallway, ignoring any odd looks you receive from your classmates. You knew you were looking for a reaction, but already getting something out of your peers was giving you something of a confidence boost.

First bell rang, you walk into class with the usual slackers. He was there already, sitting in his seat with his eyes on the door. It takes Eddie a second to realize what the hell he was looking at, seeing you hotter than he’s ever seen you.

Maybe a close second to seeing you with your hips hugging his face as you finished against him but a close second.

His pants feel instantaneously tighter, taking you in. Your pants hugged your ass perfectly, giving a damn near perfect map to the outline of your gorgeous cunt. Your shirt was small, showing off your arms, a sliver around your torso, and some cleavage. You styled the shit out of your hair, making it seemed effortlessly beautiful. (It wasn’t effortless, it was the whole can of the shit Steve lent you.) Your lips were a juicy bright red, and your eyelashes against your cheek just heaven.

Holy shit, Eddie was going to have more trouble focusing than normal today.

When you sit down, you turn your body to face him, and witness the face of a plan that had worked. Tease the shit out of him until you finally get a piece. If you can’t right now, might as well had some fun until you could. Eddie’s mouth was a little open, his lips with a light shine on them. His normally relaxed body was now sat up, probably attempting to hide his growing problem.

You waited until he realized you were watching him. He gives you an almost fake smile. He knew that you knew what you were doing. You wave to him, smiling brightly. Eddie, stubborn, winks back at you.

Your Spanish teacher finally struts in, a coffee in hand and clutching her binder. “Sorry class, line up at the coffee maker.”

She sets down her binder, opening to look at her plans. “Alright today we are going to be focusing on…” she fades into the background, feeling Eddie’s eyes on your back. You turn around to grab your bag on the back of your chair to grab a pencil and let your eyes land on your boyfriend.

As soon as your eyes land on his, he mouths, “you little shit.”

There were several responses you could’ve replied to this with. You choose your first instinct, remembering Eddie’s comment yesterday. “What, why?” You feign stupidity, pretending not to know a single thing about what he was talking about.

Spanish ended up being very successful for you.

The school bell rings and Eddie is at your desk before you can even manage to close your notes and textbook. You up at him, you’re still sitting but he’s stood over you. You look up at him, somewhat innocently peaking your eyes up at him through your eyelashes.

This sight causes Eddie to stumble back for a moment, taking a moment before he comes back to you. You stand up, a sense of accomplishment rising in you. You grab your stuff and put into your bag, feeling as Eddie rushes so he’s against your back just behind you. You ignore him, placing your bag on your bag before turning to face him. “Hi, baby.”

You grab his hand and pull it, forcing him to walk you to your next class.

“Woah, woah,” he attempts, holding you back.

It doesn’t take much for him to slow you down completely, you yank his hand but going nowhere in the middle of the hallway. “Hold on, there sweetheart.”

You give up, knowing there was limited time to get to your next class. “Can I help you? I have literature studies to get to.”

“And I have a girlfriend who is so goddamn hot I don’t know how she expects me to let her go to class.” Eddie mutters, pulling you in.

You figured now was a good time to tell him. You lean in, kissing him admittedly more chaste than you would’ve preferred to.

Far more chaste than what Eddie was currently craving. He nearly whines when you pull back, a sound that was music to your ears, something to get you through the rest of your day. You wrap his arms around his neck placing your lips right by his ear. “My mom said I could sleep over at yours once every two weeks if I keep my grades up. I can’t keep my grades up if I skip class. Please walk me.”

You pulled back, waiting to see his reaction. Eddie licks his lips and nods his head hastily. You lean away from his hug and tug his hand again. The bell rings as you turn the hallway to your class. Shit. Eddie let go of your hand so you could jog, you kiss him on the cheek when he does. You barely make it, and your teacher calls your name as you run into the door. She doesn’t see you enter, doesn’t look up as you take a seat.

As you get yourself situated, Robin leans into you. “I know what you’re doing with your outfit today, but Jesus, are you trying to give him a heart attack?”

You lean in, taking the advantage of your distracted teacher. “If that is your way of saying I nailed it, then thanks!”

As your teacher lectures on the short story you had been studying, you’re suddenly aware you’ve been getting side glances from your classmates. There was a little bit of your class when your head was at war. You thought, Holy shit I hate being stared at I forgot this part of my school day in my plan or, What the hell are they staring at? So you dressed up a little, big whoop.

That wasn’t fun to deal with. You really could’ve done your class with out it and it would’ve been fine. You tried to convince your own brain, but the dumb two braincells refused to listen.

Your lecture goes by in a blur, only managing to write down the long answer questions she had on the blackboard. You knew if you didn’t write them down then you wouldn’t have them to do your homework.

As everyone gets up for their next class, you find it hard not to be self conscious now. Eddie’s reaction was what you had anticipated for the most; the way his eyes get dark being your main motivator. Robin telling you that you were the talk of the school and therefore the talk of the town, it sank in.

Shit.

You ran to your locker, switching books for biology and walking quickly to class. You take your normal seat, you glance around you, still seeing at least three pairs of eyes just looking down as you see them. “What? Take a fucking picture.” You state, now annoyed at the amount of anxiety these stupid fuckers were giving you.

How the hell Eddie dealt with it, you’ll need to ask him.

After your comment, biology went without a hitch. Socially, at least. Getting ready for the big test this Friday was about to make your brain melt into goo. Maybe Eddie had you covered for math, but you needed Nancy if you were going to survive biology.

You needed them both if you were going to survive.

The bell came, you are placing your practice questions into your bag and wanting to forget about them. On the way to lunch, you chuck your bag into your locker, not caring about the mess you will have to clean up when you pick up your books at the end of it.

Your tray filled up easy enough, fruit, sandwich, some juice, granola bar that was probably going in your bag and being crumbled before you eat it. You lay your tray on the table, sitting next to Nancy as she sits with her unofficial assistant, Evan. Evan only sat with you when it was necessary, him and Nancy probably having no other time to privately discuss this week’s issue.

Not that you particularly minded Evan, he was just a pessimist and sometimes it was glaringly obvious he refused to look at a bright side. You were once trapped and drugged underneath the mall by Russians who were attempting to open a gate to the Upside Down. Even then for you there was a bright side. To Evan, a bright side could not occur even in the sun.

Today, Evan scooted closer to you. Unusual. “So, Y/N.” He starts, his reporter voice on. “I hear you and Eddie Munson are an item, care to comment?”

You look past him to Nancy. “What is he doing?”

Nancy huffs, knowing she has asked him not to do this several times before you had arrived. “Trying to get you to comment on the record whether you and Eddie are together, so to speak.”

“Is that why he’s sitting with you today?” You ask, hoping she would say no and that assuming the best in him was the right thing to do.

Nancy says nothing, knowing that was an answer enough. You look at Evan, smiling as if you’re about to answer his questions and be cooperative about this. “Go away. Please.”

“I told you so,” Nancy singsongs as Evan gets up, rolling his eyes. “Evan please help the team if they need it, see you after school.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Evan says as he walks away, ripping up his list of questions for you.

“Why would the paper need to know if me and Eddie are dating?” You ask confused to how that’s anyone’s business but to who you decided to share it with.

Nancy shrugged, putting her hands in a surrender position. “Hey, I don’t know. Evan has insisted we need a student gossip column, but we can’t afford the space in our paper. He says that if we make it then more students will want to read our school paper.” She pauses, turning her notebook over now that he was gone. “He thinks you two would be a great kick off to the column.”

“Why are we so entertaining?” You ask, opening your fruit salad.

“Well,” Nancy pauses, thinking how to delicately put it for you. “Think about it. You or Eddie barely spoke until Thursday and Friday last week.” She leans on the table, fixing how she was sitting on her leg. “I mean you two were considered to be in different social circles, never interacting. Now, rumour has it you two were all over each other in the hallway yesterday, this is out of nowhere to most of your fellow students. The main rumour is that you were paired up in World Geography and when you went over to do the project together you hooked up. That’s what most students think it is.” Nancy, had her notes open, reading along the lines of what she had heard.

“They really have nothing better to do?” You ask, not eating a bite after hearing the main rumour.

“No, the mall burnt down, remember?” Nancy asks.

You stare at each other and burst into giggles.

You were nearly done when Robin arrives, finally, only ten minutes left until lunch was over. “Hey Nance, hey famous lady.” Robin greets, her head nodding.

You ignore it. “Band practice?” Knowing Robin, it was one of the only reasons she was this late.

Robin rolls her eyes. “Yeah,” she confirms. “We have the football game hosting the Eagles tonight.”

“This is one of the only times where I have no interest in going. Not when I seem to be an attraction myself.” You say the last part a little loud, telling the few people at the next table staring to cut it out.

“We’ll miss you,” Robin states.

“Robin if you are going to the game tonight, then is Keith working with me and Steve?” Robin nods her head sadly, knowing Keith wasn’t the worst, but you much preferred Robin to keep Steve and Keith in line.

Together they were a bit of a nuisance. Keith might’ve been wary of hiring Steve at first but now he worships the man. It gets weird.

The warning bell rang, you wished your friends goodbye and off to Math you went. Oh boy.

Your classmates in math were much more polite than the ones in your bio class. Either word gotten around that you were annoyed at the gawking, or they just knew better. Something told you it was the former.

If you were this annoyed at gawking after only one day of it you could only imagine what Eddie had to deal with in his day to day life. It put things into perspective.

Like biology your teacher was wrapping up the current chapter to prepare the class for an end of chapter test. Your bio test was Friday and this test on Thursday. How lovely. Eddie wasn’t going to be able to help you until after you flunk your test.

This class miraculously flows right by some of the practice test questions stumping you so hard you stare at your teacher like she has three heads. How did she get that, from that? The only way you could tell it was almost over was the number of kids already packing up. “Finish your practice test and study those questions and you should pass with flying colours, tomorrow we will work on some more and let you finish any unfinished assignments from this chapter! See you tomorrow!” She finishes as the bell rings, a handful of them already out the door.

You toss, albeit a tad rough, your books in your bag and leave the class, meeting the same sight you had seen yesterday, Eddie leant against the lockers diagonally across. It was a sight for your sore eyes. You walk fast to him, running directly into his chest.

Eddie wasn’t expecting the amount of force behind your hug, his arms floating up in the air as you wrap your arms tight around his torso. “Hi, princess,” he mutters into your hair, giving it a kiss. “Long day?”

You look up at him, nodding. “Eyes. Everywhere.”

“Don’t worry, I got you.” He says, carefully leading you so you were walking with him with his arm around your shoulder to class.

“Did you finish your homework?” You ask, walking intime with him and ignoring the blatant regard for human decency your classmates had.

Eddie smiled, mouth closed. He thought of himself last night, high as shit but actually trying to focus on his schoolwork for once. He figured his strain of indica would make him focus and answer the boring ass questions. If you couldn’t help him but was still offering it, he would make sure he earned it. Even if his answers sucked. “Yeah, actually. Did you?”

You hate to admit it, but you were surprised. “I did. I hated every minute of it, of course.”

“Oh of course,” He says nodding in agreement. For once, you and Eddie weren’t arriving just as the bell ringed. Either Eddie was taking class seriously or he was taking you sleeping over next Friday seriously.

It was definitely the latter.

Ms. O’Donnell was kinder today, for whatever reason. Once you handed your assignments forward, including Eddie, who surprised the person in front of him by placing it onto their desk. She announced you were watching a documentary based on what you read as a class yesterday. “If you want you can move your desks-“ Eddie didn’t even wait until the end of her sentence. He moved his desk right next to yours. The sound of his desk against the linoleum floors was enough for the rest of the class to start doing the same thing.

Ms. O’Donnell brought the TV from the AV room to the front, the VHS tape already in and ready to play. You were about to grab Eddie’s hand and lean back when you hear your name called by her. “Y/N L/N! May I see you at my desk?”

You gulp, and walk in the shadows to her desk where she was sitting just behind the TV. “Hi, Ms. O’Donnell.”

“Hi, Miss. L/N. I don’t know what you did with him,” she says, pointing to him, “I don’t care either. All I know is in two years of him being in this exact class he’s never once turned in homework. I didn’t even know if he had a textbook.” Her hard eyes soften, something you’re not sure if you’ve ever seen this on her before. “However you are helping him, please keep it up. We’d all love to see him graduate this year.”

You nod your head, your throat tight. More people cared about him than he had thought.

“Ok, go sit down.”

You turn back to your seat, walking half a step faster to Eddie.

As soon as you sit, he leans in. “What did she want?”

“She was shocked you handed in homework.” You reply, leaving out the part when she said they all wanted to see him graduate. You’re not exactly sure how he’d respond to that. “She said to keep up the good work.”

Eddie half smiled, proud of himself.

You and Eddie sat through most of the documentary, holding hands on top of your joined desks and his thumb rubbing against your palm the entire time. You were ten minutes away from being done class and you were surprised how wholesome this day was.

Until Eddie leans in right into your ear. “If it were up to me I would’ve dragged you into an empty classroom and bent you over a desk by now. You had made it very clear that’s exactly what you wanted, dressing up like this.”

You had nothing to say. No quips, no witty comebacks. You were stunned. And soaked. Eddie let go of your hand, mouth still right by your ear. Now the screen was darker, showcasing something about the ocean tides but the footage taking place at night. He subtly used this moment to sneak his hand right against your heat, feeling how hot he had made you and how soaked your jeans were at the crotch. “Jesus, you’re this wet already? I know what you were trying to do today but baby you need me as much as I need you.” Eddie removes his hand from your crotch, lifting your chin to face him. “Little did my princess realize is that you also have to wait until Thursday. I can do many things until then.” Eddie places a gentle kiss on your cheek, letting you go before he attracted any unwanted eyes.

Shit now you were just straight up horny. You kept your eyes on the TV, paying extra attention to the rest of the movie. It was only a few minutes remaining, but it felt like an eternity. The bell rang, just in time for the credits to roll. As you grab your bag, you notice Eddie stretching, his forearms and hands flexing as he does so.

You can’t help but stare at them. Your unkind brain reminds you of the feeling of his strong hands holding you up against his door effortlessly.

When Eddie finishes, he gives you a look as if he knew this. You gulp, grabbing his hand and taking him to your locker.

You open your lock, opening the door so Eddie was blocked on the other side. “You okay?” Eddie asks, airiness in this voice. You exchange your books just in time for you to dramatically close the door.

“No! I am fighting the urge to drag you to your van. But we can’t. So, you drag me to my next class. Without flexing. Please.”

Eddie leans in and gives you a kiss, cupping your cheek with his free hand. “You will be okay, baby. After Thursday night though, you won’t be able to walk normally for a week.”

You feel almost glued to the floor with how bad he stuns you with this comment. He takes your hand, dragging you to your final class. As you approach the classroom push you through the door. This dress-up plan might have backfired. It also might have been the best idea Steve Harrington has ever had.

As the final bell dismisses you, you’re already packed and out of the classroom before your teacher could yell out her final reminders. It wouldn’t have been the end of the world if there was a pop quiz you didn’t know about.

Not that today was terrible, quite the contrary. It was almost as if life reminded you that you couldn’t have the good without the bad. The good? Eddie waiting for you outside math for two days in a row. The bad? People being stupidly nosy about it.

You went to your locker one final time, grabbing the books you needed and wondering how you were going to have the patience for Keith and Steve.

You headed to the school parking lot, you making eye contact with your boyfriend as he and his bandmates are closing the back doors on his van. You tighten your grip on your backpack, admiring how gorgeous he looked, his curly hair framing his face just right. Stopping your stride, you wait until he sees you. It took a minute, but as soon as he sees you a wide smile breaks out, his pearly whites shining. He was heading to the driver’s seat.

After starting with a delay, he gives you a saucy little wink.

The van passes in front of you and you finally cross to the far corner to your car.

Your green Honda civic gets you home, your mom’s car is already there for once. She’s not usually home until after you leave for work.

“How was school today, darlin?” She asks as you open the door.

“Interesting.” You say, running upstairs before she sees your outfit.

She just misses it, seeing your ankle around the corner. “Why interesting?”

You run into your room and switch your clothes into something more suitable for work. After coming out with high waisted jeans and a cute shirt, you run back down to where your mom was sat at the kitchen table. “Sorry, you said?”

“Why was it interesting?” she asked, seemingly uninterested and reading the paper.

“People stared. It was weird.” You comment, looking in the fridge for something to snack on.

“You know you two are the talk of the town?” She asks, taking her eyes off the paper.

You turned back to face her, some pre-cut apple in your grasp. “Yes.” You take a bite, and something occurs to you. “Wait how do you know that?”

“A colleague asked me about it with a very concerned look on her face. They all acted as if you had decided to drop out and move to London.” She chuckles, remembering the laughably funny look of concern on her co-worker’s face. “Trust me, people know.”

Interestingly enough, this wasn’t helpful. “That made me feel no better.”

“People in Hawkins are going to talk whether you know about it or not, darlin. You wanted him for what, 3 years? You had to realize this would be a possibility.” She wasn’t wrong. You did. Fantasy is often better than reality, even the bad ones.

You let yourself chew on your last apple slice before responding. “They don’t have to be dicks about it.”

She laughs, and asks kindly for a hug. You accept her request and run back upstairs to your room. There was about 45 minutes realistically before you had to start getting ready for work. If you had wanted to, you could spend that time getting some homework done. Instead, you’re laid on your bed with a tape blaring out of your boom box. David Bowie really couldn’t do any wrong.

Before you knew it, you had gone through most of the greatest hits and the alarm you set on your clock to keep you from being late for work goes off.

Hastily, you grab your little backpack that holds your green vest and lip gloss. On the way out the door you shout your mom you love her.

As you pull up to work, the nights growing shorter, you dread having to put in more effort now your manager was around. You open the door with a ding dong, Steve’s head peering up at you from a magazine at the front counter. Huh. Ballsy with Keith around.

“Aah, there she is. Finally, some company!” Steve greets you, hopping onto the counter.

“Yes hi, Steve. Where is-“

“Keith? Stomach flu. Just me and my lonesome, helping all these beautiful ladies, pick out a movie to watch with their boyfriends.”

“How many tallies do we need to add to ‘you suck’?” You ask, knowing Robin relied on you when she was absent.

“Oh, don’t worry, Y/N. Already added.” He insisted, but you didn’t trust him.

You glance at the shitty security cameras Keith had set up. “You know, our security cameras suck but I am willing to check them.”

“Fine! Eight.” Steve says, sounding angry about it.

“Awww, Steve.” Mocking him, you stick your bottom lip out. “Poor thing.”

You check your watch, one minute left. Sighing, you slip on your ugly ass vest and punch in. You walk back up to the front counter and stand next to him. “What were you reading?”

As hard of a time you and Steve give one another you enjoyed working one on one with him. Robin and Steve usually equalled to unchecked clownery. You and Steve usually meant dumb movies on the screen and wild movie recommendations and purposely giving out the wrong name when customers asked for them.

With an hour left in your shift and somewhat of your duties done, you’re sitting at the front immersed in Alien when the door opens for what feels like only the tenth time since you started. You wait a minute, a particularly iconic scene happening until you finally look at your newest customer.

Eddie was right in front of you at the counter, watching you with a peculiar look on his face. “Hi,” He says, voice light.

“Hey,” You greet him, happy to see his face.

“You were pretty much in your own little world there, hey?” He asks, looking up at the screen.

Turning back to face him, you shrug. “Slow night.” You take note of what Eddie was wearing, not something you’ve ever seen him. “What is this, pray tell?” You weren’t sure what the leather jacket on leather pants with his hair pulled back into a bandana was doing to you but you’re sure your breath just got heavier.

“We perform at our regular gig on Tuesdays. This is just my get up.” He says, gesturing to himself.

“Nice get up,” you mutter, admiring how well his pants fit him.

Eddie chuckles, reaching into his leather jacket pocket. “Well, I’m also here to return a movie late. Turns out Wheeler didn’t want shit.”

“Really?” You asked, pretending to be shocked. “How strange!” You turn to your computer, putting in Eddie’s information and bringing up the 1.20 late fee. 30 cents a day. “There is a late fee, but I don’t care enough to make you pay that.”

Eddie’s eyebrows raised, probably fully expecting to pay the fee. “Well aren’t I a lucky dude.” He laughs.

Suddenly and scaring you was Steve, his arm wrapped awkwardly around your shoulder. “I would have to agree, you are a lucky dude.”

It just occurred to you that the only friend Eddie has officially met was Nancy. You were still on that phase. There were many things you still haven’t done with him. It made you excited. “Oh. Steve, Eddie. Eddie, Steve.”

You looked up at them, both over towering you. This was an image to see, both men sizing one another over. It barely even occurred to what as about to happen.

They glanced at each other for about a whole minute before they hop onto both feet solidly. “Steve-o!” Eddie declares, both fingers pointing at him.

“Eduardo!” Steve declares, fingers pointing straight back at him.

Suddenly, the two are talking like they had plans to meet up all along. “Thanks for keeping an eye on my little disaster.”

Steve shrugs it off, waving his hands. “It’s the least I can do. I mean if I can watch her watch you make about seven deals at the mall while still hoping you have a sudden itch for ice cream eventually, I can keep her out of trouble.”

You feel your cheeks heat up as Eddie just found out a pathetic new layer to your crush. Dammit.

They continue talking like this. At first you were contributing to their conversation. Eventually, they could barely make out that you were talking. Steve eventually says something, causing Eddie to buckle down in laughter.

Watching this all go down had you suddenly approach a worrisome realization.

Uh oh.

Oh no.

Please no.

You look at them, twisting your head to look at them one at a time. “Oh no. No, no, no, no. Please don’t tell me.” At your reaction, Eddie lets out some harder laughter, Steve joining in. “No, no, no, no, no. You.” You turn to face your boyfriend. “Leave. Now. This is not happening.”

Eddie takes a little long to recover, you impatiently waiting for his response. “What isn’t happening?”

“You and him, being friends. Buddies. No. Go. See you tomorrow. Go.” You push him now, Eddie resisting with little effort.

“Think I’m being kicked out.” Eddie mutters, keeping his spot for another second then turning towards the door. “Remember me,” Eddie requests melodramatically.

Steve has far too much fun with this. “Don’t worry baby. I’ll call ya.” He reaches out to the door dramatically. “She can’t keep us apart forever.”

“Oh fuck.” You land your face into your hands, entirely not ready for what energy was introduced into your life.

Eddie laughs at this, the last thing you hear from him before the door opening and he jogs back to his van.

Steve, ever the helpful friend, takes a large pile of tapes and asks you to put the last of the returns away while he starts to count the till. “You’ll get over it.”

Steve teases you for the rest of your work night about it. You spend most of your time attempting to ignore him.

There was already a small part of you that had already accepted their shenanigans as a regular part of your life.

There was another small part of you that had already missed the quiet you and Eddie had.

That night of studying was murder on your brain, studying for two tests you knew was turning your brain into a pot of melted goo. Seeing Eddie dressed in all leather started the process, this had just finished it.

This morning was going a lot better, your outfit choice slightly more revealing than yesterday’s. Instead of pants, you opted for a miniskirt but opted for the same type of shirt. Your shower last night washed all of the gunk from the hairspray can so you started from square one this morning, taking longer since your hair was clean.

Arriving with barely enough time to grab stop by your locker, you hit the breaks hard in the back corner of the parking lot again. You make it in as the final morning announcements are made, ignoring the stares you knew you were going to receive. Will someone do something scandalous already, you had to wonder, so I can stop being stared at by people with nothing better to do.

You finally enter the class as the beginning of the pledge of allegiance starts. Your bag hits the floor by your desk with a plop, an astoundingly loud noise in your class. You look down shyly as you feel his eyes on you, there before you yet again. Today, your legs were exposed, a handful of bruises on your thighs in the shape of three rings, something you didn’t even notice yourself until Sunday night.

Your Spanish teacher waits as the intercom is finally turned off and starts off the class with introducing some harder verb conjunctions. She spends most of the class speaking in Spanish, something she said she’d start doing the further into the semester you are.

Today you spend all your time focused on not turning to face him, knowing this was more of a test of your own self control. Despite it only being a few days, you were getting very antsy. A breeze between your legs was almost enough to get you going. You couldn’t imagine what his brown eyes looking at you just the right way would do to you. He knew you too well at this point, he’d take one look at you and just know.

All those rows behind you, Eddie was wrapped up in his own brain. He thought you were really going for his jugular in the jeans you wore yesterday, but it was nothing compared to what you had chosen to wear today. Not only did the skirt lead very little to his imagination, but he could only picture you bent over while he moved your underwear aside to slide into you with your skirt hiked up around your hips. Eddie nearly cursed himself for picturing this in class, his hard on now painful against his jeans.

The gloss on your lips shined as you rushed into the classroom, your hair falling effortlessly over your shoulder. His hands literally itched to grab it and pull. All he had currently wanted was to see your face squished up as he fucked into you. Eddie knew you were dressing like this since you had limited time this week, but he wasn’t sure why he was being punished for something he couldn’t control.

Stop thinking of this, Eddie begs himself, straining hard against his jeans. Focus on something. Anything.

While Eddie was finding it in himself to stop thinking about your perfect lips around him, you delve yourself into the lesson, understanding most of the Spanish she was speaking. It surprised you.

The bell rings as she hands out the homework, asking it to be on her desk by Friday. She always gave you more than one day to finish assignments, and you loved her for it. You had your stuff already packed up, except today when you stood up with your bag Eddie was still in his seat.

Not sure what to make of Eddie’s reluctance to get up, you make your way to his seat. “Trouble?” You ask, mocking him only a little.

Eddie sighs, the next group of students starting to straggle their way to their seats. “Just a bit.” You let Eddie take his time, offering your hand when he starts getting up. As he holds your hand and fidgets with his other, he leans into you. “You’re just lucky I want you to spend the night at my trailer again so damn bad.”

Blushing, you wait, silently egging him to say something else. He doesn’t. He just silently holds your hand and escorts you to your Literature Studies class. As he drops you off with a kiss on the forehead, not even wanting to tempt himself into craving your sweet wet kiss, you give him a confused look.

“Later.” He promises, giving you a reassuring smile before taking off.

The rest of your morning goes on as it could, the occasional stare from a passerby. You weren’t sure if it was because of your outfit choice or because you were dating Eddie. You’ve worn dresses as short as it was now. You sit at the lunch table where Nancy was sat with Robin, the two talking absentmindedly. Your tray lands with a small clang and you sit down, staring at your food blankly. Strangely enough, you weren’t hungry.

“Hey, Y/N.” Nancy greets you, no notebook in front of her today. Usually on Wednesdays was her rough draft of this week’s paper.

“Hey, you two.” You greet, glancing over to his empty seat for a moment. You really could not wait until tomorrow. You will be exactly where you belong. On his damn lap.

“Those, are some bruises, you have there,” Robin awkwardly commented, her eyes glancing down to your slightly exposed thighs.

You match her eye sight, three bruises along the top of your thighs sitting right at the hem of your skirt. “Yep,” you reply, feigning all sense of casualty. “Wonder how they got there.”

Sighing, you look at Robin pointedly. Please leave it alone, you silently asked her. You knew silent cues weren’t her strongest suit, but she usually knew what you meant.

Other than that, lunch carried on like normal, the three of you teasing one another but supporting when you needed it.

“Oh shit. I might have something you two will be satisfied to hear.” You say, realizing you haven’t even told them about your updated relationship status yet. “I asked Eddie what he considered our relationship.”

With lunch nearly over, they both went off how you could spend the whole lunch and not mention that.

Maybe you shouldn’t tell them this happened on Monday. “Okay, I’m sorry. Do you want to know what came out of that?” You asked pointedly, moving their jumbled up brains along the conversation.

“Yes!”

“Obviously!”

“Maybe I’ll wait until tomorrow when we can tell you together,” You tease them, getting them back for the amount of times they have made you blush in the last two weeks. They fall into the trap, outraged by the mere suggestion. “What? It’s normal for a girl to want to sit with her boyfriend. Sheesh.”

You giggle as the word finally sinks in for the two girls, the realization lighting up both of their eyes. Nancy was a tad faster than Robin, but Robin was so damn excited when she understood.

For the rest of the lunch period, you tried explaining how the conversations went. As Nancy gushed and Robin looked proud, you wonder how your conversations suddenly only became about you and your relationship. Didn’t Nancy have a long distant boyfriend? What was Robin up to? You insisted you talk about them, but the girls insisted just as hard, emphasizing how invested they both were.

The bell rings. As you get up to place your tray in the dirty tray pile you Eddie is in your field of vision, startling you. “Hi princess,” he greets you, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

You turn around in his arms, throwing yours around his neck. “Hello.” You lean into him, taking in his scent. The shirt you had stolen from him was almost out, no longer as calming as it once was. You’ll have to ask for a new one. “Can’t wait for tomorrow.”

“Oh?” Eddie asks, sounding clueless. “What’s tomorrow?”

You pull back, and he yanks you back into his arms, chuckling lowly. “Me either. Let’s get you to math before I take you home.”

“Just take me home.” You mutter, wanting nothing more than to be in his bed with him, lying on top of him napping.

“The most tempting request I have received in a long time. Come, princess, we’ll make up for it tomorrow, I promise.”

That was enough to get you walking, his arm around your shoulder. You walked to your locker, grabbing your necessary books for your afternoon classes. You almost walk in a daze, Eddie guiding you to your dumb math class. “Thank you.” You say, eyes heavy lidded.

Eddie looks at you with genuine confusion in his eyes, his eyebrows furrowing. “What, why?”

You look down at the ground sheepishly, almost embarrassed. “You didn’t have much free time this week but you’re still making an effort to walk me to class and see me when you can. I really appreciate it.”

He nearly goes mental at your words of appreciation, not used to his little things matter in a way that someone points it out. He does little things like this all the time for Hellfire, his band, his uncle. It’s one of his main love languages. Hearing you take the time to acknowledge it nearly made him want to cry. It made him feel…needed.

You note the sudden glossiness in his eyes, the way his cheek melts into your hand. Wordlessly, you knew how much he needed to hear that. “See you soon, Princess.” He says, letting you go with one last lingering touch.

Dammit. Math.

Dammit. Math. You didn’t know a good chunk of the study questions but you knew one thing. You were screwed for tomorrow’s test.

There, waiting where he normally did outside your classroom he was again, leaning against the locker with his little metal lunch box in one hand. You grab his hand, yanking him to World Geography.

“Woah, so soon?” Eddie asks chuckling, used to a big hug when you got out.

You nodded your head. “Yeah. I don’t trust my feet to take you to World if I lean into you another time. I could totally use a nap right now.”

Eddie stopped mid stride, yanking your hand back with little effort. “Hug me.” He states, pulling you into his arms.

You protest, a small whimper escaping your lips as your head impacts with his chest. “I told you I can’t. It’s too tempting to skip class right now.”

Eddie sighs, his arms around your back as you breathe him in. “Yeah but you still needed a damn hug.” He mutters, inhaling the sweet smell that is your shampoo.

You squeeze his waist, suddenly overpowered by the sheer want you feel start to stir in your tummy as you feel his arms flex somewhat around you. “Alright, let’s go.”

Eddie can hear it in your voice how bad you do not want to leave. Reluctantly, he grabbed your hand and led you to World Geography. As you get to the classroom, you arrive just as the bell rings, Ms. O’Donnell not too far behind you.

“Alright, everyone. We will do an open book pop quiz. Everyone take one review and pass it back. I will give you an hour to fill it in and we will spend the last thirty minutes filling in the correct answers. You may partner up if you think it will help. If the class gets too out of hand, I will have each of you work individually.”

As soon as the practice tests are starting to get handed out, you hear the familiar sound of Eddie’s desk being dragged right next to yours. “Ms. O’Donnell is really going to have to stop letting us pair up for class, I’m starting to get used to sitting right next to you,” Eddie says, leaning on his hand as he stares at you.

You stare back at his brown eyes, the paper your classmate passed back hitting you square in the face. “Ow,” you mutter, grabbing the sheets out of her hands. Thanks.

Glancing at the first question, you are already regretting this. What country does the Rhine River run through? At least it was multiple answer questions. You open your textbook, getting ready to look up questions with Eddie as you answered them.

“I think this is Germany,” you hear Eddie mutter. You look up the river in the index. Switch to the page, he was right.

“Damn, babe.” You comment, filling in letter B.

“Oh. Cool.”

You and Eddie end up filling in the test within forty-five minutes, both you and him knowing enough to not have to check the text very often. Having fifteen minutes to talk, Eddie turns his body to you, speaking softly as you stare into his beautiful chocolate eyes. “I noticed I might have been a little too rough, sweetheart.” He says, his slender fingers hovering above your thigh where your bruises were resting.

“Nah,” you say, shaking your head. “I like them.” The look Eddie gave you then made you especially grateful you were in the far corner of the classroom. “What?”

Eddie looks away from you, his adam’s apple visibly moving up and down as he gulps. It was almost sinful to watch. “Just trying to hold myself back from giving you more right here, right now.” He mutters, his voice barely above a whisper.

You giggle, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “You’re the one who brought them up,” you remind him. You simply just told him you liked them. They were a reminder of what you did with him, something you would let our hands brush over occasionally when you were alone at night. Alone, your boyfriend across town and the sweet reminder of his rings against your flesh real and the strong memory of his rough voice in your ear.

Still looking away, Eddie places his hand right at the hem of your skirt, just slipping underneath it, resting where the fingerprints lie. It takes everything in you not to immediately moan at the contact. Eddie hears your sharp inhale, a grin of satisfaction taking over his features. “Are you okay?” He mutters, his hand sliding higher, higher, and higher until finally, his pinky brushes up against your clothed cunt, where you’re dripping against his finger and coating the plastic chair beneath you. “Holy shit, you are soaked,” he whispers, starting to move his finger up and down lightly.

Your thighs tense up as he continues, only using his pinky as it moves a tad faster, using his knuckle to rub lightly against you. All you had wanted at this moment was to spread your legs, let him fuck you with his finger. It was all you needed for the last few days, but it wasn’t enough. If you weren’t surrounded by the quiet bustle of your fellow students you would start to beg him to go faster.

“Alright! I can tell almost everyone is done with their quiz so we will go through each question.” As soon as your teacher’s stark voice quieted the room, Eddie’s hand abruptly left from underneath your skirt, the loss causing you to verbally whine at the loss.

Eddie adjusts himself so he is on the first page of the practice test, acting as if he was suddenly a student who was 100% serious about their schooling. You shift awkwardly in your seat, the heat between your legs radiating and your thighs covered in your own slick wet. He leans down as Ms. O’Donnell continues going through her questions and whispers, “Aww, sweetheart really needed my fingers, huh.” You gulp, losing it at his pretty and terrible words. “I didn’t even touch you yet and you’re already this needy.” He comments, chuckling lowly.

Your thighs clench up even harder, you crossing your legs as you pretend you’re paying attention. “Munson, don’t pretend like you’re not hot and bothered, too.” You mutter, momentarily grabbing at his thigh and feeling it tense beneath your hand. “I know what this skirt is doing, just wait until you see what I’m wearing tomorrow.”

Eddie is silent, his mouth gone dry and suddenly forgetting that you can do oh so much worse than what you’ve chosen to wear today.

Ms. O’Donnell finishes wrapping up the quiz, letting the class know to focus on these questions and you’ll be fine. You pack up your things, and yank Eddie’s hand up before he’s even ready himself. As you leave the classroom, you escort Eddie straight to your locker. He’s about to ask you what it is you’re doing when you give him a big kiss, your sweet wet mouth giving everything Eddie wanted. Well, not everything he wanted.

“Shit, princess,” he mumbles, his eyes half lidded. “What was that?”

You grab at his collar of his jean vest, leaning in for another one. “If I can’t get any then I’m at least going to get something.” You whisper, feeling Eddie’s hands suddenly framing your face.

The bell goes off, and you reluctantly pull away from him. When he drops you off at class, you can still see the sleepiness behind his eyes as he waves to you.

When the final bell rings for the end of the day, you get excited. One more day. Today, Eddie can walk you to your car from your final class, only having his makeup session for Hellfire tonight. In tow, however, is Mike and Dustin. Lucas was off with Max, probably being cute as ever.

“Hi,” you greet him giving him a big hug, “everyone,” you add, seeing the two right behind him.

“Hi, Y/N.” Dustin waves at you from behind.

Mike is a little fixated on the fact that Eddie is giving you a quantifiable amount of physical affection. In Hellfire, he was not physical. On the contrary, his weapon of choice were grapes. “Hey,” he mutters, his eyebrows furrowed.

“You okay there, Mike?” You ask him, knowing this was a common look on his face but there were usually reasons behind them.

“I’m just glad I don’t have to catch him stare at you anymore,” Dustin says, his voice loud.

“Huh?” Eddie asks, lifting his chin. You haven’t seen very much of the Dungeon Master side of him yet, but you could tell he usually fit the persona when his freshman were around. “What…what do you mean, Henderson?”

Dustin’s smile somewhat faded, a scared look in his eye. If they knew what a softie he was, you wondered. “I mean,” he continues, “is that sometimes when we were in the middle of a conversation, I would catch you staring at Y/N here.” Dustin pauses, looking at Mike for help. Mike shrugs, letting him know he was on his own. “A-at first I thought it was Nancy until I noticed he stared at you in the hallways, too.”

Eddie chuckles darkly, letting one of his arms drop and his other stay around your shoulder. “I don’t stare. I was the stared at- not the starer.”

“Oh you were definitely stared at,” Dustin comments, knowing more of the crush you had on Eddie thanks to Harrington than his friends did. “But you were also the starer.”

“Wait when did this happen?” Mike asks, pointing between the two of you. The last time he checked you were a blubbering mess around him and Nancy was setting him up to be in your workplace. He missed a few chapters.

Eddie and you look at each other, and then at Dustin, who was already looking at you. Mike was cool, but he was dense. “Friday.”

“How did you know about this and I didn’t?” Mike asks Dustin, confused.

“I pay attention to our friends, dickhead.” Dustin responds, quick witted.

“Alright, break it up, you two.” Eddie calls to them, rolling his eyes. He grabs your hand, leading you to the exit of the school. “I will see you both in Hellfire.”

“What the fuck are we going to do until then?” Dustin asks, voice echoing loud in the near empty hallway.

“Figure it out. It starts in twenty minutes you’ll be fine until then.” Eddie calls back, his other arm flying over his head dramatically.

The two of you walk to the far side of the parking lot, Eddie walking in step as he escorts you. “See you tomorrow morning?” You ask, putting your key into your car to unlock it.

“Tomorrow morning.” You get in your car, turning to face him one last time before you drive off.

Eddie crouches down to your window, leaning with both arms extended on the window. You roll your window down, slowly and tediously. “Yes?”

“Just one last kiss,” he mutters, leaning in with his mouth deliciously open. You nearly yelp, surprised by the utterly stunning feeling of his tongue against your own. You moan into it, openly wanting more. More of him, his kiss, your tongue sliding with is. “Jesus, princess,” Eddie reluctantly pulls back from you. “You can’t keep doing this shit to me. It’s downright reckless.”

You giggle, looking down at your lap. “Reckless?”

“Mmhm. Reckless.” Eddie confirms, shifting his weight has he continues leaning on your car. “One of these days I won’t be able to hold back and then we’ll both be in trouble; my tongue on your gorgeous pussy with your legs spread open on the desk, you won’t even care about those assholes watching you.”

Your breath is shallow, you feel your muscles tense up as you felt your core get drenched, your skirt doing nothing to help the smell exuding from your center.

“See you soon.” Eddie promises and pats the roof of your car. He runs off towards the school, leaving you sitting in your car, wide eyed and breathing heavily.

Shit. You thought Eddie Munson would be the death of you when you would hyper-fixate on his fingers flexing, holding his medal lunch box absentmindedly in the cafeteria.

Turns out, Eddie Munson is the death of you by using his goddamn words like a connoisseur, expertly managing to stun you every time he opens his mouth to tell you anything less than wholesome.

Eddie watches you sit in your car for a minute or two before you finally have it in you to drive off after collecting yourself. He checks his watch, he has ten minutes to get to Hellfire Club. He was usually a dick to the club members when they were late. He hated to guess how much shit they would give him if he was late. Ten minutes? He could do it.

Thank god Eddie was a fast walker with some long ass legs. Eddie knew Wednesdays were some after school band practices, having been to them himself for his first attempt at Senior Year. To him, band class was a breeze. Helped him learn techniques that were essential to his ability to learn by ear. He caught Robin as she was on her way to the classroom, trumpet case in hand and her other hand rummaging through her hair.

“Hi Buckley,” Eddie says, greeting Robin with a sense of familiarity. They had a shared connection through band, Eddie and her talking occasionally when another student just couldn’t manage to get a melody right.

Robin’s flustered stature is knocked down for a second, a smile breaking on her face as soon as she sees him. “Hi Munson. I’ve heard a lot about you recently,” she adds, her face smug.

Eddie chuckles. “Oh, I’m sure you have.” He would have to get you to elaborate on what exactly these girls know. “I only have” he checks his watch again, “eight minutes but I have a quick question. How is Y/N’s room set up?”

Robin’s face breaks out into a wider smile, knowing exactly where he was heading. “She has a window literally right next to her bed. Steve and I always joke that her room is wasted on her, a teenager that never uses it to sneak out.”

“Or in.” Eddie says, giving a bit of his plan away. “Looking at the front of her house, which one is her bedroom?”

Robin has to think about it for a second. “The one on the left.”

“You sure?” Eddie asks, wary about her hesitation.

“I’m sure.” Robin nods her head.

“I swear to god Robin if I end up sneaking into her parent’s room,” Eddie half jokes, curious to how that would turn out.

“No, I’m sure.” Robin laughs out, imagining your mom waking up Eddie Munson’s boots landing on her carpet.

“Sweet. What time does she wake up?”

Robin shrugs. “That is subjective. Since I know she has a bit of a plan tomorrow, I am guessing it’ll be earlier than normal.”

Eddie thinks on this. “What time does she normally wake up then?”

“Around seven, I think.” Robin starts making her way further up the hall, walking towards the band room.

Eddie realized he was going to have to be up early-early.

“Thanks, Buckley.” Eddie took a few strides away from her when he stops, turns around to face her again. “Just how much as Y/N told you?” He asks, his eyes narrowed, and his jaw fixated.

Robin turned back to face him, half on a smile on her face. “Well, enough to tell the story but she could be a little less dodgy with the details.”

Eddie nodded, satisfied with her answer. He checked his watch, only three minutes until Hellfire started. “Well, I will catch you later.”

“Have fun, Munson!” Robin called down the hall as Eddie ran the other way to the drama room.

Your night at work was uneventful, as you expected. After two days of exciting shifts at work today was finally a regular night, almost boring with finishing all daily shift chores by halfway in and mitigating the spats between Robin and Steve.

After a couple of hours studying for your stupid Math test with an incredulous Nancy Wheeler on the phone attempting to help you out with the 75% you didn’t know, you passed out on your bed in Eddie’s t shirt and a pair of underwear.

You had left your window open; your room was starting to get hot at night. Lately when you wake up, especially since Friday, you have been waking up with your underwear soaked and vague memories of your dream from the night before. Usually involving you, bend over some hard surface (a desk, maybe?) and Eddie pounding into you hard.

The last few days of you feeling antsy and Eddie teasing you on purpose hasn’t exactly helped your dreams. Tonight’s dream was no less lewd, this time you’re picturing Eddie railing into you as he holds you up against a wall, his chest against yours. It feels fuzzy, clouded as it usually does, like a memory. Eddie’s forehead is against yours, the vague feeling of his sweaty bangs against your own. Out of the blue, dream Eddie leans in to kiss you, stronger than anything you’ve ever felt while dreaming.

You’ve dreamt of kissing him before, what was the main event of Friday night’s dream, but this time seemed vivid. You felt yourself kiss him back, admiring the way his tongue felt like silk against yours. “Wake up, sweetheart,” he whispered. Suddenly, you’re aware of some warmth on the side of your head, a heavy feeling of his chest on yours.

You sharply inhale as you could feel his leather jacket, in your dream he was shirtless. It hits you. Eddie was kissing you awake. Both of Eddie’s hands are framing your face, you could feel his thumbs against your cheeks. “Wake up,” his mouth leaves yours, trickling down to your neck. You moan into it, loudly as his tongue on your neck spreads tingles from your neck down.

“Sweetheart, shh. Your parents.” You still feel fatigued in your daze, your eyes blinking open to see Eddie’s curls fallen onto your face, his eyes closed as his tongue still works on the crook of your neck.

“H-hello, Ed.” You take in your surroundings, your window by your bed still open and Eddie’s boots taken off at the end of your bed.

Hearing your greeting, Eddie started to nibble on your neck, causing you to whine a little. “Hello, sweetheart. Can I mention how hot it is to see you in just my shirt and underwear?” Eddie starts to move his way down your chest, lifting his shirt to expose a strip on your stomach but not taking it off. He licks a few times on your tummy, sending waves down straight to your clothed cunt. “May I?” He mutters, tugging on the band on your panties.

You nod your head, still half asleep but waking up with this new kick of adrenaline.

“I need verbal confirmation, sweetheart.” Eddie mutters against your skin.

“Eddie, please. Need you.” Your legs open wide by their own admission.

“Wow, you are soaked” Eddie comments, seeing the darkened patch on your panties. “What were you dreaming about, princess?”

“You,” You admit shyly.

You feel your underwear move down your legs, Eddie’s rings moving along your skin as he does so. “Care to expand on that?” He asks, his hot breath against your folds, making your whimper lightly.

“You were fucking me-“ Eddie kisses just next to your pussy lips, teasing you. “against the wall, like when you-“ you stutter again as he moves the other side, “kissed me against the door on F-Friday.” Eddie’s hand grabs at your thighs, right where your bruises were sitting and finally gives a wet kiss to your lips, his tongue just gracing your entrance.

Your thighs attempt to slam shut against his head, but Eddie shoves them back down lightly, but still forcefully. “Have you been dreaming of me lots lately, baby?” He asks as he feels your wet heat get even wetter.

“Yea,” you whimper, knowing your parents were only across the hall. “only every night.”

Eddie’s hands were holding your thighs down, but your feet were still planted on your bed. You use the traction you have, grinding up against Eddie’s face to get some release. “Ooh, you’re so needy,” Eddie comments, leaning into your buckling hips. He climbs onto his elbows more, his grip on your thighs tightening.

As you could feel yourself get closer, it felt harder and harder to continue remaining as quiet as you were. Eddie was taking in every minute of you falling apart under him, missing this every moment he didn’t have time with you over the week, fucking to his own hand thinking about you. Feeling your thighs tense up underneath his hands, he looks up to see your face, already squished up. “Are you getting close, already sweetheart? I haven’t even touched your clit yet.” He comments, bringing his thumb to your clit ever so lightly.

“I missed you so much,” you whine, almost embarrassed how fast you were about to cum. “I wanted you so badly.”

“I know, baby,” Eddie replies, now using his thumb against your clit in a fast circular motion. “You were dressed up like a little slut, how could I ignore that?”

You pause at his word choice. “Slut?” You ask, the word making you wetter. You didn’t know that was something you were into.

“Is that okay?” Eddie pauses, making sure it didn’t hurt your feelings.

“Your slut,” you whimper, grinding your hips even harder now, pushing yourself to finish.

Eddie chuckles lowly, staring up at your face as you whine lightly. “Yes, Y/N.” He moves downward, his thumb now going faster and your dripping cunt making unholy noises. “You’re my slut. But you made sure everyone knew that, didn’t you? Everyone knew when you came to school in those tight jeans and fucking-“ Eddie sharply inhales, “tiny ass skirt that you wanted me to bend you over.” You whimper at these words, surprised at yourself for how much you enjoyed being degraded like this.

You loved it.

Eddie starts to lick circles around your clit, and the knot in your stomach threatens to snap. “Eddie, I’m gonna-“ At this, Eddie stops, kissing your thighs instead. “No,” you whimper, almost there and still sensitive.

“I’m not sure my little slut deserves to finish,” Eddie comments, rubbing your thighs comfortingly. “The way you’ve been teasing me this week tells me you wanted to be treated like a little whore, so here we are.” Eddie crawls up to you, kissing you lightly instead of the tongue and teeth you were so desperately craving. He uses one finger against your folds, lightly tracing along your sensitive entrance. “Do you think you earned it?” Eddie asks you, his brown eyes harsh against your own.

“Please let me cum, Eddie.” You whisper, trying to grab at his vest to give him a wet kiss. He refuses. “I want it so bad. I’ve been a good girl; I didn’t skip class when I really wanted to skip and ride you instead.” You remember daydreaming about it in class, a reason why you were soaked when Eddie had decided to tease you.

Eddie rewards this confession with his finger really against your swollen bud, rubbing slow circles. “That’s what I wanted to hear, princess.” You feel yourself already close again, Eddie also knowing the tell tale sings. Without warning, he slips his finger into you, starting to finger fuck you. “Baby, you’re so wet and needy for me, I haven’t even put my cock in yet and you’re already fucked dumb.”

“So good, Eddie.” You whine telling him why you’re already blissed. “You’re so good. F-feels so good.”

He leans down to suck on your clit, the knot snapping finally. You feel yourself go over the edge, a white hot flash before your eyes. The waves of pleasure overwhelm you, your legs shaking uncontrollably as he works you through your high. “That’s a good girl,” Eddie soothes you as you bring yourself back to earth.

You feel your bed beneath you, finally. Soon, you hear metal hitting hardwood and a shirtless, pant-less Eddie Munson is in your line of sight. He crawls onto you, kissing you wet and hot. “Gonna fuck you now, ok?”

“Please fuck me.” You whisper, wanting to be filled with Eddie’s cock.

He lines himself with your entrance, taking a deep breath as he knew he had to go slowly again. First he only puts his head in, you whining as you adjust to his size, easier this time. “Shit, your pussy feels so good.” Eddie whines, a sense of release finally.

“Shh,” You whisper, now realizing it was probably almost time your mom woke up. Pain transfers to pleasure and you nod, asking him to go deeper. He does so, and you wonder what something feels like. Having no space between irrational and rational thought, you grab Eddie’s ass and pull him all the way in, surprising the shit out of him.

“Holy fuck,” he whispers into your ear. “Jesus you can’t keep doing this shit to me.”

As his husky and lust-ridden voice is enough to make you shiver, but Eddie bottoming out in you all at once is more than enough to make your eyes roll back into your head and your tight cunt to pulse around him. Your legs tighten around his torso, begging his body to be impossibly closer to you than it already is. Your wet heat keeps Eddie feeling like he’s about to pass out from pure pleasure, despite not even moving yet.

Any pain you have felt from the lack of patience on your part has completely diminished, only feeling utterly full. “Eddie,” you whimper, his hair a mess framing your face, but you didn’t mind.

“Princess,” Eddie responds, quiet and restrained. He was holding himself back, taking everything in him not to buck his hips since the first thrust you pulled from him.

“Move, please.”

He needs no further explanation, his hips moving as soon as he hears the initial syllable. After a few thrusts, he sits up, thrusting into you as you lay on your bed with your legs wide open clutching on to him. He starts slowly at once, then he gets merciless, each hit nearly hurting if it didn’t feel so goddamn good.

Eddie is uncharacteristically quiet, his mouth usually going off. “Talk to me,” you start to beg. “How does my pussy feel?”

“It feels fucking amazing, sweetheart,” Eddie starts, his voice only a notch louder than a whisper. “But if I start talking to you now, I will not stop and I will not be quiet about it.”

You grab his hand and yank him so he’s back to being chest to chest with you. “There. Please tell me.”

“Fucking hell, princess, your hot cunt feels so goddamn tight and good. I could literally spend all day fucking you, if you’d let me.”

“I’d let you,” you respond, your breaths heavy. “Ed, I’m getting close again.”

Eddie reaches down, his hand rubbing circles over your clit. Your pussy immediately reacts, clenching around him making it tighter, something Eddie didn’t know was even possible. He feels his stomach start to tighten up, and you feel his rhythm start to get sloppier.

As Eddie starts to buckle into you, you clutch onto him desperately, a second orgasm bursting through you. Somewhere while your orgasm was pulsing and making you shake, you wonder how Eddie was able to make you finish with out so much as stimulating your nipple. You were striking up the courage to get him to put his hand around your throat.

How much he had you wrapped around his ring clad fingers, you were able to come just from his cock alone. “Where do you want me to come this time, baby?”

You nearly beg him to come inside of you, wanting to be full of him the entire day. Instead you hold back and manage to say “On my face. Claim me as yours, Ed.”

Eddie has to hold back in a moan, hearing vague stirring in the next room over, something your cocked-out brain doesn’t even register. “Get on your knees, sweetheart.”

Eddie pulls out, and you whine at the loss, but climb off your bed and onto your bedroom floor, staring up at him through your eyelashes. The sight of him jerking himself off into his own hands is lewd and a sight you promise to memorize next time it’s only you and your fingers. The sight doesn’t last very long, white hot cum shooting onto your face, narrowly avoiding your eyes. You open your mouth, welcoming any droplets that fall past. More ended up in your mouth than on your face, but you didn’t mind.

He eventually, leans down onto your bed, exhausted from waking early and already somewhat hard from the sight of his hot girlfriend covered in him, welcoming it.

You glance around your room searching for a towel. Luckily you had one from a recent shower. You wipe your face off, and stand up, legs shaky. You sit next to him, still butt naked and in his tshirt. “Morning, baby.” You giggle, petting his frazzled curls.

Eddie looks you up and down, his brown eyes dazed from coming but soft as he looks at you. “Morning, princess. Did you mind waking up to me making out with you?” He asks, making sure he didn’t overstep.

“Id love to wake up like that every morning now.” You admit, remembering the utter joy you felt as you realized it was real. “I’ve had a lot of dreams about you, baby. The fact that it was real is enough to ruin sleep forever.”

Eddie chuckles, somewhat still not believing you liked him that much all that time. “So I have your permission to wake you up doing more if I wanted?”

You nod vigorously, bringing your hand to his chin to smooth it. “Oh, god, please.” You manage to whisper, the idea waking up to Eddie’s cock in the front of your mind. You lean in to give him a big kiss, wet and full of excitement at your still new relationship with him. “What time is it,” you wonder, remembering you still had to get up for school.

Eddie chuckles lowly, checking his watch. “Half an hour til school starts.”

Your eyes go wide, and you yank yourself from his chest and run to your closet where your outfit was still hanging. Eddie notices the outfit for the first time, his brown eyes widening. “Hold up, princess. You’re not wearing that, are you?”

You nod your head slowly, already getting dressed into a pair of underwear and a lacey bra. “I warned you.”

“No you didn’t” Eddie shook his head. “If you did, not nearly enough. How the fuck am I supposed to keep my hands to myself today with you wearing that? Fuck, I’m screwed.”

You shrug, slipping on the even mini-er skirt and the crop top with his shirt layered over it. “You’ll figure it out, baby. I’m just wearing this because it’s fun to see my boyfriend is as attracted to me as I am to him.”

You switch your attention to the vanity, slipping on some mascara and lip gloss really quick, ignoring any styling of your hair for the day except minor grooming.

By the time you’re finished at your vanity mirror, Eddie had put his boots on and was climbing back onto your bed to climb out the window. “Will you drive me?” You ask, just as one leg is already out.

“That’s the plan” Eddie laughs, blowing you an air kiss before stumbling onto your roof.

Soon, after you grab your bag and hide your towel from your mom’s prying eyes, the front door is knocked on. Your mom is awake, stumbling to the door and opening it, surprised to see Eddie at the door.

“Y/N! Your boyfriend is here! You have fifteen minutes til school starts, get going!” Your mom calls, slightly cranky due to no morning coffee yet.

You rush an I love you to her as you’re out the front door, grabbing Eddie’s hand as he escorts you to his van. You were definitely going to be late for first period, and people were definitely going to talk because you were wearing his shirt.

You didn’t care, staring at him as he drove haphazardly to school, his music blaring and breaking at least three laws.

As he drove wildly while you hold on to a handle by his window, you grip onto the middle console a little tighter than you normally would, leaning back into your seat. When you pulled up to the school, you knew you were late. With the smile Eddie gave you, his smile a bit delirious but charming all the same, you didn’t care.

You really did not care.

As you entered your first period, one thing you noticed was an increase of whispers when you and Eddie took your seats. Eddie, of course, took it with a roll of his eyes. You, however needed to look at him for reassurance. His soft eyes and his unbothered stature relaxed you, the anxiety you felt in your tummy practically melting away.

Class ends, and he’s at your desk as you sit up, shielding you from the side-glances your classmates aim at you as they pass you to the door. You sigh, grabbing his hand and letting him escort you to your next class. “I know it’s lame but I really would rather be with you,” You nearly whimper, Eddie holding your hand and leading you to Lit.

“No, I wish I could crash your class, but I will see you after, sweetheart.” He soothes, his thumb over yours.

He leaves you with a wet kiss on your lips and you walk into Lit in a daze.

Robin is waiting at your desk, a wide smile on her face that tells you she was up to no good. You ignore her, opting to sit in your seat and bring out your books.

This infuriated her. “So, how was your morning?” She asked, her tone sounding suspiciously knowledgeable.

You narrowed your eyes at her. “What do you know?”

Robin clicked her pen absentmindedly. “I know Eddie came to me after school yesterday asking me which window was yours.”

“So that’s how he knew! I was just hoping he didn’t find out through trial and error.” You giggle, happy to get resolution from a question in your head all morning.

“No, he really wanted to surprise you with extra time today. How was it?” Robin asks, her voice suggestive.

You had no complaints. Your only complaint to be found was you were on limited time. “No complaints. It was-“ your breath hitches, “It was nice.” You pause for a moment, leaning in as your teacher finally introduces the lesson of the day. “You are consistently plotting against me and I don’t know whether to thank you or hit you.”

Jokingly, you lift your arm up as if to whack her head, Robin blocks it, glancing up at you giggling. “Thank me! Jeez just a week ago you had no appetite just from the sight of him alone.”

You push her, mouthing thanks when you’re now required to turn your textbook to a certain page for the last short story your teacher had wanted to discuss.

Robin and you work on the assigned questions together, you mostly helping her but her intelligence surprising you time to time. After finishing with ten minutes to spare, you end up talking quietly with her, asking prodding questions about her life and her expertly avoiding every one. As you were packing up your books and getting ready to leave to your bio class, you beg her one final time. “Tell me something! I feel like you know everything about me!”

Robin can tell you wanted to be supportive of her, and she didn’t take it lightly. “You busy this Sunday?”

“Shouldn’t be, why?” You ask her, walking with her through the door of the classroom and you see Eddie right around the corner, talking absentmindedly to Gareth.

“Come over, you, me, and Steve haven’t had a chance to hang out outside of work in a while.”

“Sounds perfect.” Robin gives you a closed-mouth smile, nodding her head. Without saying a word, she runs off to her next class. You look after her, worried but assured that if there was something to be worried about then she would tell you.

“Hi Ed,” You greet him, interrupting their conversation.

Eddie says nothing, just grabs your hand as he finishes his sentence, acknowledging you. As Gareth continues his part, something about the origins of the role of a bard, you tug on Eddie’s hand, asking him silently to walk you to your biology class. Eddie follows you, engaged in his conversation but his thumb rubbing yours to let you know he’s paying attention to you.

A few paces before your classroom Gareth and Eddie finish with an agreement you can’t make sense out of with the corner in your thumb trickled up to your mouth again. Gareth wonders off to his class and Eddie turns to face you finally, his mouth in a half smirk. “Hi sweetheart.”

“Hi,” you peep out, sad about the lack of conversation you had with him.

Eddie chuckles, only a step away from sounding cruel. He didn’t mean to be of course. He leans in, close, his chest against yours and you can smell his musk right on his neck. “Aww, did my pretty baby want to be the center of attention?”

You audibly gulp, only nodding your head in confirmation, embarrassed. His tone of voice also had your gut flare up, a certain heat warming your centre.

“Well, you get the best seat in the house during lunch to make up for it.” Eddie comments, his hand soothing your forearm lightly.

Your mouth says it before your brain even registers what you’re thinking. “Oh, so your cock?”

His hand on your forearm gains tight grip, your words giving him a run for his money. “I-I meant my lap but if you’re into that then-“ You giggle, cutting him off. He leans down to give you a nice wet kiss, your heart wanting nothing more than to run off with him, anywhere but here. “Fucking Christ, you’re perfect. See you during lunch, baby.”

He lets you go, the bell going off in time.

Your biology class was essentially study-hall, all 22 of your classmates getting ready for the test tomorrow. You feel somewhat confident after asking the questions you wanted to ask your teacher and you take off as the bell rings signalling lunch time.

On your way to the cafeteria, you drop your bag off at your locker, slamming it shut before it could fall out. You’ll deal with that right before math. Only thing you needed for math was a calculator and a pencil anyway.

You stop in the line, grabbing yourself some fruit and some juice. You wanted to be spending majority of your lunch talking to your boyfriend, anyway. After paying for lunch you take a look, scanning the tables once more. Finally, there he was in his seat, Hellfire club members listening as he goes on and on about something. Your heart races, your breath hitching. You remember what Robin said to you earlier.

Was it only a week ago you were spending your whole lunch staring, dry in the mouth at the very sight of him? It felt longer. Felt like you could spend your whole life lov- with him and it would feel like only weeks have gone by. You start moving towards him, you can barely feel your feet walking. How were you nervous, didn’t you just make a sex joke with him about two hours ago?

You finally reach the hellfire table, all members looking up at you as you approach, Eddie with a wild look in his eye. “Uh, hello,” You greet, gulping.

“Hi, sweetheart,” Eddie gets up, walking around his bandmembers. “Come on over.” He grabs your hand, yanking you to where he was sat. Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, is the only thing on your mind.

Jared is looking at Eddie bewildered, seeing a new side of Eddie Munson he’s never seen before. “So, this the girl you were telling us about, Ed?”

As you’re sat on his lap, you glance at him, your eyes wide in surprise. “You told them about me?”

Mike looks around him, bewildered. “Am I the only one that didn’t know about these two? I mean I knew she liked him but I didn’t know they got together.”

“That’s cause the only thing you’re interested in right now is El,” You comment, Nancy’s complaints fresh on your mind. “on the phone, for hours.”

Dustin glances looks to him, shocked. As his friends are judging him with wide smiles, you grab a slice of melon, tossing it into your mouth, amused. Eddie pulls you tighter into his arms, proud. “Dude, hours?” Dustin asks, his brows raised to his curls. “C’mon.”

Mike’s nose is scrunched up, his brows knitted together. “There’s no way she could know that! She’s lying.”

You smile evilly, glancing at Nancy who is at your normal table sat next to Robin. “I mean, I’ve watched my fair share of movie marathons in your basement, Wheeler. You don’t think we see that the line is busy for 120 consecutive minutes?”

The table breaks into laughter, and your stomach finally calms down. Gareth starts bringing up an idea for the newest campaign for Lucas’ character, a joke character he and Dustin invented on the phone with Will one night. As the conversation continues and you can’t contribute, you settle into his lap.

Eddie doesn’t talk much during the talks, not nearly as much as he would’ve liked to. Your skirt is short enough to the point where it barely covers your ass, therefore your pretty lacy panties poking out and almost nothing between your hot cunt and his jeans.

You notice his lack of participation eventually, leaning back to where your back against his chest, your mouth against his ear. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

Nothing was wrong. Especially now, where your ass is at an angle where it can finally run against the hard-on he was nursing. “Nothing, sweetheart. Just enjoying my time with you.”

As soon as you leaned back, you felt Eddie’s hard cock against your ass, realizing why he was so uncharacteristically quiet. You pretended not to notice. Just enjoying my time with you, my ass, you thought. Much to his dismay, you stay quiet too, pretending to adjust yourself by wiggling on him, leaning forward to grab your juice, licking your lips as you glance back to tell him something, you really rub the salt in his wound.

“Eddie, you okay?” Dustin asks, naïve and unassuming. He had just noticed Eddie wasn’t saying much.

“Of course! Sore hip from rehearsing so much lately, is all.” Eddie explains grimacing while he rubs his hip for special effect.

Gareth laughs audibly, a little too loud. “Sure, Eddie. You’re sore from rehearsing so much. Mhm.” Josh gives Gareth a fist bump, and suddenly you wonder if Eddie has told anything to his friends like you had to yours. Was Eddie ok if you did? Were you ok if he did?

Eddie hasn’t, not exactly open about his love life when he realized some of his own friends had the wrong idea about him. He shrugged at Gareth, pretending not to know what he was talking about. He didn’t sway them either way, he wondered what the repercussions of telling them would be. If he had told them their lack of experience, he doubt they’d laugh, but he knew they would start trying to set him up with different women. He really didn’t need that added layer of rejection in his life. He wasn’t open, but he knew they would start asking questions, and he wondered if that mean opening a door to telling them the truth about their misconstrued notions about him.

When you sat forward in his lap, chewing on some fruit while listening intently as Dustin started explaining their campaign in a way you would understand, you started subtly wiggled your ass, pulling Eddie out of his downward spiral, remembering how just hard he was.

As you wiggled you could feel his cock start to get harder, and you could feel how wet you were. If you weren’t careful, you would be leaving a very wet stain on his jeans. I should stop, you realized, Eddie leaning back and staring at the ceiling for strength. You hopped to one leg, throwing your leg so you were sitting bridal style.

“You stopped.” He states, his brown eyes staring into yours.

“Yeah well the next step was a little too much for the public eye.” You said, staring at into his eyes, them pulling you like a gravity. Next thing you knew, you were kissing him, your mouth feeling electric against his. He inserted his tongue into your mouth, silk against your own as he had complete control over you. Eddie’s arm wrapped around your waist, you feeling his strong arm hold you.

Far off, somewhere in the distance you hear Lucas say, “Okay, we get it. You like each other chill out.”

The arm around you lifts flipping them off, and you remember something you pictured very clearly last week in a dark atmosphere. There you were, picturing kissing him on his lap at lunch as he told you he wants to show off the person he’s dating.

Here he was showing, you off, one of his hands framing your face and you melted. One of his friends come up to you, you hear “Get a room” and Eddie swats them off, not giving a shit.

Eddie finally pulls away from you, lips shiny and your core aching from the lack of attention. Your thighs clench together, a dead giveaway to Eddie that you are wanting it just as much as he is and pulling away was the right thing to do. “You okay, princess?”

You stare back at him, eyelids half open. “Yeah,” you reply, your voice giving away just how smitten you were with him. “I will need convincing to go to math, though.”

Eddie laughs, tightening his arms around you as he wraps you into a hug. “Hey, uh, guys.” Dustin says. You both separate, looking at him expectantly. “You’re adorable and all, but, I’m getting sick from looking at ya.”

“Seriously, what did you do to him?” Mike asks, mourning the loss of the terribly cool dude he worshipped. (Truth is that version of Eddie was just a very edited version of a person Eddie chose to show.) “He’s whipped, now.”

You glare at Mike, your nostrils flared. “Two hours, Mike! Don’t even start with me Mr. I can’t wait to hold your hand again.” Eddie chuckles under you, hiding his amusement in your shoulder.

Mike was about to retort, annoyed by two of his best friends laughing their asses off when the bell rings, saving from you and Mike hashing it out, not something you haven’t done before. As mentioned before, you were basically Karen’s second born, which meant to Mike you were basically another Nancy.

You get off Eddie’s lap, about to take off to let him do his boy thing with his friends, when Eddie yanks you into his arms wrapping them on your shoulder and around your neck. “You realize this skirt barely covers your ass, right?”

Gulping, you were tempted to shrug. Your tunnel vision faded, however, the faces of your classmates no longer fuzzy in the background. Suddenly, the number of eyes on your lower half were burning holes into your lower half. You felt panic start to rise, understanding you’ve had more than just Eddie staring at your ass today. “Shit.”

Eddie shrugs off his outerwear, the layered combination of his leather jacket and his vest. He separates the two, and hands out his leather jacket, knowing it would be at least longer than your skirt. You grab it gently, entirely happy about the idea of his scent surrounding you. “I love that you dressed so pretty, sweetheart, but try to remember everyone else will see it, too. I have no problem with you showing up to my trailer like this though.”

He grabs your hand and drags you to your locker, then your class. With only your calculator and pencil in hand right by the math classroom door, you lean into his chest arms by your side, his arms wrapped around you. “Good luck on your test.”

“Bleh,” you answer, the last thing you’re wanting at this moment was to go in for a stupid math test. You still hated math, no matter who walked you to the class.

Eddie chuckles, low. He steps forward to give you a kiss on your forehead, taking note in how cute your face was. He pushes you lightly to your class, and you follow easily. He walks off, and you watch from the classroom door with your head peaking out.

Man, you were going to enjoy after school, today.

Your test went much better than you expected. Turns out, your teacher made the practice test harder to freak you and your classmates out. It worked; you know much more than what you initially thought. You were just excited to be in class with Eddie next.

World Geography was a terrible class to be in, extremely dull topic to study, most students taking it for the credits alone. Right now, you didn’t care how dull it was, your boyfriend in the seat next to you and the ability to openly stare at his pretty face keeping you preoccupied. Eddie looks up from your textbook, doing the homework you weren’t for once. “What you lookin’ at, princess?”

You shrug your shoulder, casual about it. “Just your pretty face.”

You weren’t sure, but you swear you could see Eddie’s cheeks flush. “Pretty, huh?”

Encouraged by the heat on his cheeks, you lean into it. “Mmhmm, stunning. Why do you think I stared at you for?”

Watching his reaction, a little smile lights up his face, one he was holding back. “You’re not so bad yourself, sweetheart.” He responds, his teeth shining through.

World Geography is simple and sweet as that, despite the both of you having strong feelings deep down in both of your guts. Even with the both of you feeling horny as shit, the feelings of a new relationship were still very prevalent. Eddie still felt nervous as he would wait outside your classes, hoping you’d still get that smile on your face when you see him. Butterflies were still roaming around your tummy when his hand brushed against yours, sending tingles up your arm and down your spine.

It almost felt intimate.

As the two of you get up to walk to your last class, it takes a lot of convincing for you to go into the classroom. “I don’t want to,” you whine.

It takes several things that Eddie says for you to turn around and finally leave. School will call your parents, be a good girl, I gotta get to class, too. The one that finally convinced you was “Well I want to spend next Friday with you in my bed, so go.”

For the last hour and a half of your day, your leg shakes, entirely too excited about finally having an evening with him since you two called it official. Your mom knew about it, listening to your excitement about it on Tuesday, her listening as you smiled bashfully about it.

As you leave already packed up in preparation for the final bell, Eddie isn’t waiting for you as normal, but you had already discussed that in World. You would go to your locker, him to his own, and meet at his van when you were both ready. When you got to your locker, Robin was waiting for you, her back half against it. “Hi Buckley,” you say to her, prying your way behind to open the lock.

“Hi, L/N,” she says, greeting you with a smug look on her face.

“Can I help you?” You ask, trading for books you needed quick as possible.

“Nancy and I had a good view at lunch today,” she jokes. “But when you said his lap we didn’t know you were serious. It was quite a sight.”

“I mean, where else was I going to sit?” you ask, shrugging your shoulder.

“On a chair?” Robin laughs, her voice incredulous.

You laugh with her, her laugh contagious. “Hey, I stuck to my guns. I said I would sit on his lap and Eddie didn’t really let me back out.”

“But did you have to make out for ten minutes?” She asks, following you as you go to the double front doors.

You scoff. “We did not make out for ten minutes.” To you, it felt like thirty seconds.

“Well, seven and a half.” She says, waving her head side to side as if the details didn’t matter. And they didn’t all that much, you supposed. “I just want to make sure you’re not forgetting us. We didn’t see you very much today and it worried me.”

You smile, knowing just how much she cared about you. “No, we just didn’t get much time together this week and we just took advantage of today, you know?”

Robin mumbles under her mouth, “You can say that again.” You roll your eyes again, your eyes landing on his van in the back corner of the parking lot, Eddie leaning it against with one leg propped up. “Also I wanted to let you know that Steve asked about him.”

“Of course he did,” you mutter, remembering the awkward yet annoying way they both had promised of ‘next time’. “They got a long a little too well when Eddie visited work on Tuesday night.”

“Uh-oh,” Robin comments. “Watch out for that.”

“Oh I am,” you promised. You waved your goodbye to her, promise of more time with her tomorrow.

For now, you were his. You ran to him, practically jumping into his arms. Climbing into his van with him, you give him a shy smile as he drives haphazardly to his trailer. As you’re reaching out to hold his hand, there’s an excitement in the air in his van almost as present as his loud music.

Eddie finally opened his trailer door with a large smack, him grinning manically. “So do you-“ Well, Eddie was about to ask you if you wanted something to eat, but you couldn’t even wait that long. You practically jump into him, planting your lips onto his, sliding his tongue onto yours. “Holy shit,” Eddie gasps between kisses.

“Shut up,” you mutter, wanting to make good use of his tongue. “Just kiss me.”

Eddie laughs into your mouth, all giggles and smiles. He follows your request wordlessly, opening his mouth wider. As you continue to kiss, wet, and slick, a certain buzz went through you, tingling from your core up to your chest, causing you to forget how to breathe. You let go of his lips, gasping for air. “Remember to breathe, baby, breathe,” Eddie chuckles, rasping into your mouth.

“Your lips taste too good to remember to breathe, Ed,” you say, just higher than a whisper.

He rasps back, “You’re so eager, sweetheart.”

As you’ve been kissing, Eddie has been moving you both slowly, unsure of where you were headed. He had his room in mind initially, but somehow ended up in the kitchen. Your feet hit the floor of the tiles, the transition of carpet to smooth titles startling you. You feel Eddie’s smile turn up wider, chuckling at the way you let out a surprised gasp when your feet hit the tiles. It was only two more steps before you bump into the counter. As soon as Eddie feels your torso bump into the bottom cupboards, his hands make their way to your hips, lifting you effortlessly onto the granite.

The feeling of the hard countertop hits your ass, your legs wrapping around Eddie’s waist without any hesitation. “What are you wanting, princess?” Eddie asks, moving his lips to your jaw, his tongue feeling like heaven tingling your throat.

“I just want you,” you answer honestly. You couldn’t necessarily remember wanting Eddie in any specific ways, you just wanted him.

Eddie tightens his grip on your hips, causing you to hiss. “Princess,” he says, sounding sterner. “What the fuck would you like me to do to you.”

You grasp at his face, putting his lips back to yours. “I really want us to take it slow.” You admit softly. “I loved this morning but it went by too quickly, happened too fast.”

He smiled at your admission, one hand raising to your hair. “Oh we can do that.”

You continue kissing him, tilting your head when required and doing your best to copy what he’s doing. After a bit, you couldn’t tell how long, he slips his strong arms under your ass, supporting you surprisingly well. He lifts you up, you are straddling his hips, feeling his already hard cock poking you through his jeans. He takes you to his room and sits on his bed, where you straddle his lap, your legs either side of his own.

Your sleeves are too long for you, Eddie’s jacket consuming your hands. You’re already struggling with the sleeves when Eddie takes his hands from your hips to your shoulders, helping you take off his jacket. “You look so beautiful today, sweetheart.”

Your cheeks heat up in response, your forehead leant against his. “Grab my ass,” you request, your skin burning from the lack of contact.

Eddie’s mouth watered from this request alone, smoothing his hands along your thighs before he grabs your ass, still above on the fabric of your barely there skirt.

Your noses were touching, your lips brushing against one another’s when you realize what Eddie was doing, still teasing on you. Shit, you were so close to kissing. You lift your skirt up, having his hands drop directly down to the apples of your but. It feels phenomenal when his hands finally grab your non covered ass cheeks. “Harder, please.” Eddie chuckles, more than willing to fulfill your desires. You let a small moan out, just enough to get Eddie riled up.

After Eddie finally grabs your ass properly, you whine into it, your face all twisted up. Subconsciously you’re craving some friction, your hips moving down to grind up against his lap. Your cunt was only protected by the cotton pink panties you wore, your heat against his hard cock. Eddie wanted to rip off your clothes and fuck himself into you as soon as he felt your cunt against him, holding back with a high amount of struggle. For the moment, he settled with “Oh, f-fuck, can’t wait to put my cock in you.”

Right after Eddie says this you rip off his shirt you were wearing, toss it into the wind.

Eddie brings your slinky little strap on your shoulder down, causing half your tiny shirt to fall, sultrily hanging off your shoulder. He takes in the sight of you on his lap, your cunt right against his cock and your face already looking fucked out. The very sight of you already so blissed with him makes him groan, internally smiling.

He leans in, kisses your cupid’s bow, soft and sweet. You almost can’t take it, wanting more than soft and sweet. You wanted him, wanted so much more. His hand travels from your back to your breast, lightly massaging it to start. You whine lightly, encouraging him to put in more force behind it, massaging harder. This new reaction is just the thing Eddie wants to hear. “Is this slow enough, or should I go slower?” Eddie teases, lifting your exposed bra off your now budded nipple.

He leans into your chest, his tongue hanging deliciously from his mouth as he leans into your exposed tit. When his tongue finally reaches contact with your budded nipple it’s far too light, a teasing touch, if anything. You lean forward, an effort to gain more contact against his tongue, but he leans back, knowing exactly what your plan was. “Patience, or I will make you wait longer,” Eddie said, only lightly moving his tongue on your nipple.

You groan, annoyed and now wanting more. Your pussy clenches and you remember his cock still underneath you from the reaction of it twitching. Instead of moping, you start to roll your hips on him again, as you do so his mouth instinctively moving straight into sucking on your nipple, teeth grazing against it as if forgetting about making you wait.

You thought he was being accidental, but he was really just rewarding you. He leaves wet kisses on your breast, starting to move down with kisses between the valley of your boobs but his hand massaging the other boob he hasn’t touched yet. He sists up, moving towards your shoulder to lightly bite down to tease you even more. “I can’t wait to fuck you,” he mutters between small bites.

You sit above him, your hand now hovers over his cock. Kissing him hot and heavy, your tongue dancing with his own in an expert dance you two have already memorized, you silently ask if you’re able to put your hand down his pants. “Are you sure?” Eddie nods vigorously, his cock twitching at the idea of you touching him again. Eddie had the thought of you to get him through the week, but fucking into his own hand pretending it was your pussy clenching around him did nothing compared to your real thing.

“I’m sure,” You lightly tease, starting to cup him over his pants. Eddie’s head leans back against his wall when you finally but barely touch him, his eyes rolled back into his head. It wasn’t very long before his hips are bucking, begging you for more. “Please more,” he begs, his voice raspy and breathing heavy. “Baby, give me more, please.”

You can’t help but remember when Eddie was being a shithead in World Geo class, lightly teasing you through your panties. It was funny, how much he liked to tease you, considering how he buckles under your touch the moment you so much as softly graze on him. This man loved to tease you, but he was still a goddamn virgin when you met him. You unbuckle his handcuff belt, with only a slight struggle in working the mechanics of it. Eddie offered to help, his thumbs looping underneath his both his briefs and his jeans.

You glance up at him, blinking as if to say, What do you think you’re doing? You tap his hand lightly, causing the band of the briefs to snap back down against his hips. “Slow, remember, baby?”

Eddie groans, impatient. You had a feeling he would give the same energy back when he had the chance, but you felt your pussy become wetter at the very idea of it. You welcomed the idea. You let his jeans fall to his knees, his cock on now tenting in his briefs. Your mouth watered at the very sight of it, wanting to feel the weight of it on your tongue. If anything, sucking his cock got you off as much as it did him.

Despite these wants, you grab at the side of his tented tock, putting your mouth on his cock over his briefs, your hot breath causing him to jolt his hips up. The thought occurs to you, and you hesitate very faintly, your hand pressing against his cock as you think about it for only a second. One second is all it takes, the idea taking over your brain and almost being too much for you to handle. Your tongue leaves your mouth, using it against his girth and fully being able to taste the cotton of his briefs. The cotton was unpleasant, but the way he instantly flung his head back with his thighs flexing hard all worth it.

You mouth him more, your tongue finally used to the cottony feeling. “Jesus fucking Christ, princess.” He whimpers, his voice soft and rough, eyes wide open staring at his ceiling.

A few more minutes pass by as you mouth him, teasing all you can and memorizing every moan and whimper that leaves his mouth. By the time your fingers are ready to yank his underwear down too, Eddie was begging you to finally lick his dick, the tent in his underwear was soaked, covered in your saliva. “Please, Y/N. Please, just fucking put your dirty little mouth on my cock.”

You were smirking, yanking his briefs down and putting his cock straight to the back of your throat, taking in as much as you could. You had mentally prepared yourself for him to thrust his hips up, his tip hitting your uvula. As you bob your head, getting a good rhythm, you feel the amount of spit in your mouth increase. Opening your mouth, you let a large amount of saliva drop onto his length, covering his cock in spit, absolutely the most sinful image of anyone he’s ever seen.

Your eyes were focused on his cock, your mouth covered in your own spit as each bob of your head covered him in even more spit, embracing the messy blowjob. Your pretty lips are wrapped around him, one of your hands around the base where you couldn’t reach. Your hair was a beautiful kind of messy, most strands pushed behind your ears but a few strands hanging by your cheek.

Finally, after not being able to tell how much time has passed, long enough for your jaw to hurt, your mouth pulls away with a pop, jerking him off with your hand absentmindedly as you take in his state. Eddie is laying underneath you, his thighs open as yours normally are when he’s making you come undone. You use your forearm to wipe your mouth, the base of his cock now covered and your chin wet.

As soon as you look at him, his eyes open wildly, and before you can register it, he’s sitting up fast and grabbing you into his arms. You crawl onto him, straddling him once more as your panties nearly misses his cock, slightly teasing both him and you. Eddie roughly grabs you by your torso, almost bruising your ribcage. “Let me fuck you now, please.” Eddie pleads, his hips thrusting up as the head of his dick brushes against your panties.

His cock teasing you so makes you moan loudly, resting both hands onto his shoulders.

“See, my little slut also wants my cock inside her sweet little pussy, huh?” He comments.

You glance at him, wondering how he went from falling apart underneath you to amazingly confident/cocky once again. In spite of your momentary wonder his words still made you melt into him, your legs barely being able to hold yourself up. “P-please”, you find yourself begging him anyway.

Hearing your own contradictions from teasing him playfully to desperately moaning as he teases you moves Eddie to hook your leg and move on-top of you. Your arms cross to take off your top, Eddie watching with appreciating eyes. It was a shame you were so focused on taking of the slinky top of yours, eyes closed because the look in his eyes he was giving you was absolutely depraved. Eddie took you in, eyeing every imperfection, every freckle, every dip and curve of your body.

Eddie grabbed your skirt, pulling it up your torso and over your head. “That’s better”, he muttered, nearly drooling at the sight of your skin all exposed except for your pink panties still grinding against his exposed cock. His hand moves up your thigh, sending shivers down your spine as his finger makes its way through one of your leg holes, sliding itself along your slick. “I-I think you’re even wetter than before.” He comments, sounding stunned. “Did sucking my cock get you off, princess?”

“You sound really good,” you manage to get out as Eddie only lightly treads on your folds. It feels good, but you’re craving more friction, harder. Your knitted eyebrows are a dead giveaway to what you’re thinking.

Eddie had to push passed aside that you just alluded that you were getting off to the sounds of him getting off. “Aww, I thought sweetheart wanted to go slower today?”

Your nails dig into his chest, annoyed. You were really starting to regret asking him this now. “More, please Eddie.”

His name moaned through your lips for the first time was like music to his ears. “Say that again?” He asks, quietly, his fingers pausing to grab your attention.

Your eyes open to see Eddie’s eyes fixated on them, scaring you with how intense they were. “Say what?”

“My name, Y/N. Say it again?”

You smirked and tossed your head back, memorizing the way he looked and sounded. “Keep doing that, and I will.”

Your panties were ripped off your legs without a moments hesitation. Eddie grabbed your legs, pulling your ass down so your pussy is face to face with you. “Oh, I fucking will.” He muttered against your puffy pussy lips, leaning right in and devouring you from the start, almost like he forgot to take his time with you in favour of listening to moan his name again.

Eddie was working his tongue on you, flicking occasionally into your entrance, completely engulfing your juices as you get wetter and wetter. “Look how wet my baby is,” Eddie says, putting emphasis on each word.

You had your hands in his hair, moving it out of his face, getting a better view of how focused he was trying to make you feel good. The sight of him, eyes closed, tongue moving was undeniably perfect, his eyelashes framing his cheeks nicely. Each lick Eddie gave you hit a wave of pleasure through you, your legs tensing and starting to shake.

“Eddie, feels so- fuck feels so good.” You manage, surprised your fucked out brain could even manage to say anything to begin with.

Eddie holds where he is for only one second more after you moan his name, the exact thing he was looking for. He sits up suddenly, his now neglected cock now in his hand, jerking himself off as he repositions himself. “That’s what I was looking for, princess. Now, be a good slut and take my cock, won’t you?”

You nod, eyes watery and cunt feeling sensitive but still slick as Eddie’s words got to you.

He positions himself at your entrance, his cock teasing you. “Please fuck me, please.” You cry out, wanting to feel full.

Eddie slams himself into you, bottoming out without pacing . You don’t even realize what’s happening at first, as he stretches you out and you have to adjust, him slowly thrusting. “Holy f-fuck!” Eddie is groaning, his words a mix of moans and worship. “Your sweet little pussy is so tight- so perfect.”

“Your pussy-“ you manage, grabbing one hand stationed at your hip, and placing it onto your neck. You tap it with your other hand. “Pressure- jugular, not esophagus,” you explain, your cocked out brain needing the feeling of his ringed hand around your throat.

Eddie just barely understands what you’re getting at, then he feels your pulse and gets it. He tightens his grip slightly, you feeling the air loss right away, marvelling in it.

“My, fucking, pussy,” Eddie says, thrusting hard on each word. You tap his arm twice, begging for air. Eddie holds on a second longer and lets go, you feeling light headed with how wild it just drove you. The choking alone brought on the familiar feeling in your stomach, a knot needing to snap open. You move your fingers to your clit, rubbing it to get your high even closer, chasing the feeling.

Eddie watches as your hand goes down, the perfect image to get him closer to his own high. You use your other hand to grab his arm, getting him chest to chest with you. “Kiss me,” you ask, still rubbing your clit.

He goes in, his thrusts getting sloppy as you feel your orgasm is almost there, just around the corner. His kisses feel desperate, like he won’t ever get the chance to taste you and he wants as much as possible. He did want you as much as possible, despite being able to kiss you whenever he could, he was just obsessed with you.

Eddie gnaws on your bottom lip as your cunt starts to clench harder around him, and it’s the final thing that pushes you over the edge. Somehow, you remain kissing him, the feeling of his perfect lips against yours, grounding you. One hand his in his hair, pulling at his scalp almost too hard.

You come down from your high, feeling sleepy. One thought occurs to you, and suddenly your body does it before your brain registers. You curl and twist around onto your knees, in a crawl position, Eddie slipping out for one moment too many.

Eddie stops though, wondering what was going on in that brain of yours. You simply say, “Fuck me as hard as you can, Ed.”

He does, hips snapping into you with such a vigor he would’ve been worried about hurting you if his horny ass brain didn’t take over. Your ass bouncing with every thrust was causing the heat in his tummy to rise. “B-baby, where do you want me to cum?” He asks, on the verge and his throat feeling tighter.

“Inside me, please Ed.” You ask, arching your hips for affect.

Oh shit, that did something to him right there and then, filling you up immediately. You helped a little, moving your ass down as he moved up. “Holy shit, Y/N!” He screams loudly, thrilled to see his cum drooling out of your pussy. “Your little pussy looks fantastic right now, baby.” He says, monitoring his hard work. The white thick cum was drooling out of you, a stunning sight for him to see.

Exhausted, you collapse down from your knees, barely able to hold yourself up. As your face fells forward, your ass is still in the air, giving a huffing Eddie Munson a great view of the white substance trailing down your slit. You heard him huff out a laugh, and you reluctantly sit up to see what was so funny.

As you give him a look that was an odd mix of content and confusion, Eddie’s face broke into a smile, somewhat leant over on the bed right in front of you. “What’s so funny?” you ask him, still in a haze from being dickeddown by him.

Eddie leans over comically, giving you the one up in his eyes. “Nothin’. Just glad you were as horny as I was.” His hand goes up to your face, framing it with his thumb.

Eddie almost leans foreword as if he were going to kiss you, and a part of you craved it after being with him so closely. There’s another part of you that wanted to push him after what he had just said. You let him lean in, his lips somewhat gentle on your own. He deepens it, letting your tongue slide with his. You give in to this for about two minutes before you push him away, getting him back. “I resent that. I might’ve been just as horny but with a face and hands like those can you blame me?”

He leant forward, lightly knocking his forehead against your own. “Alright there, sweetheart. I’m going to go grab you a cloth. Stay put.”

You laugh without humour, wondering where you would rather be. Only place is nice and naked in your boyfriend’s bed. He yanks it out of reach when you grab for it again, insisting he would clean you up. The heat of the damp towel on your pussy surprising the shit out of you. “Jesus, warn a girl!”

“It’s more fun to surprise you!” Eddie laughs, still being gentle with you and cleaning all the damp slick on the bottom your thighs right below your ass. He tosses the cloth somewhere onto the floor, and crawls up so he can lie down with you.

Your head lands on the pillow as Eddie lands on his side right in front of you, his arm bent and on your torso. He leans up to grab his blanket, displaying it across you and him. “What time is it?” you ask, sleepy and ready for a nap.

Eddie grabs your wrist, and lets it down with a plop. “Almost 5’oclock.”

“Are you gonna nap with me?” Your eyes are closed now, feeling safe as he pets your hair.

“Maybe. I can make sure you don’t sleep for three hours if you need.” You nodded your head, the blanket now feeling soft and just right.

“Get some sleep, then, sweetheart.” Is the last thing you hear before you drift off, his scent and the weight of his arm feeling like heaven around you.

As Eddie watches your chest expand and depress and your eyelashes against your cheeks, he was thinking, God I could get used to this.

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Stark Spangled Forever

One Shot: One More

Intro: How much meaning can two words actually carry?

Warnings: Language! Smut (NSFW) No under 18s

Pairings: Steve Rogers and Katie Stark (Rogers)

A/N: So this was a little idea that came to me when a friend and I were drunkenly discussing how many things you could cover simply with the words “one more.” So, here we have it in a few different contexts…and one big one! And this edit, well, if doesn’t melt your heart then you don’t have one! Thanks @angrybirdcr

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

WARNING: If you are reading Stark Spangled Banner for the first time as it is being reposted and have not yet read it through then this contains MAJOR SPOILERS!!!!!

Stark Spangled Forever Masterlist // Main Masterlist

April 2026.

“James Anthony Samuel Rogers I swear to God you push your sister like that again and there’s no Baseball or Soccer practice for a month!” Steve glared at his son as he picked his 23 month old daughter up from the floor.

“She started it!” the 6 year old met his glare straight back.

“One more excuse, try me!” Steve glared at him, and he should have known better when all was considered as true to form his son took his words as a challenge.

“She smashed up my lego house!”

“Yeah, and you used to smash up our actual house when you were her age.” Steve pointed at him as Aurora buried her face into the crook of his neck, sobbing loudly. Steve gently shushed her as he looked down at Jamie “you’re bigger and stronger than she is, you don’t push her or hurt her in anyway, you got that? If she’s annoying you, you come find me or your ma.” Jamie looked up at his dad for a second, before he looked down, his wrong behaviour understood “Sorry Dad.” “It’s not me you should be apologising to.” Steve said, his voice softening slightly.

Jamie looked up, his blue eyes full of tears and Steve’s heart sank. He hated seeing his kids like this but he knew he had to tell them off when they misbehaved.

“Sorry Rori.” Jamie sniffed.

Rori turned her head to face him leaving a stream of snot and drool hanging from Steve’s shoulder as she eyed up her brother.

“MkayJay…” she sniffed and she leaned forward holding her arms out to him. Steve dropped her to the floor and she toddled across to his open arms and gave her elder brother a hug. Steve smiled as he watched them, despite the fact she bugged the crap out of him Jamie would do anything for his baby sister. Steve knew that.

He also knew that it was only fair Rori got chastised for her part in the argument. So he crouched down in front of them both and he looked at her.

“Aurora, you don’t touch Jamie’s toys unless he says you can ok?” he said to her, firmly but not angrily “You have enough of your own to play with.”

Or destroy as the case may be Her big green eyes, so like her mothers looked back and him and she nodded, looking down at the carpet, suitably chastised, her voice quiet “ok daddy” “Good girl.” He smiled, brushing her brunette hair off her face. When she looked back he was pleased to see both of them were smiling again. Crisis averted, discipline delivered… “Cookie?” Rori asked hopefully and Steve sighed. He and Katie had been hoping that she would have slightly less of an appetite than her brother but no. The serum was as much a part of her as it was him. He glanced at his watch and seeing it was almost 4:30 pm he knew Katie would be home any time and he had just started their dinner before world war 3 had broken out in the living room. So as far as cookies went he really shouldn’t… “One.” He relented “but you better eat your dinner. And don’t tell momma.” He held out his hand. Aurora slipped her small palm into his and they headed into the kitchen, Jamie following.

There were no more tantrums or arguments that evening, just a small plea from Jamie as he tried desperately to avoid going to bed at his 9pm weekend curfew “Just one more please Momma and then I’ll go to bed I swear” he said from his spot sat in between Katie’s legs in front of her on the piano stool. Katie sighed and looked at Steve who leaned in the doorway of the smaller lounge at the back of the house and cocked his head to the side, raising his eyebrows before he shrugged. “One more…” she relented and Jamie clapped his hands as she placed her fingers onto the keys of the piano in front of her, Jamie lying his hands on the top of his mom’s. He wasn’t interested in learning to play, not really. Baseball and soccer were his things, but he enjoyed this, the alone time with his momma and dad that the two parents tried to ensure each of their younger kids got fairly (Emmy being far too old for any of that ‘mushy shit’ now) Katie’s hands flew over the keys and her soft voice gently filled the room as she sang, Jamie joining in after giving her a little grin when he recognised what she was playing. “I wanna be where the people are I wanna see Wanna see ‘em dancing Walking around on those…”

She stopped playing and looked down at Jamie playfully “What do you call ‘em?” “Feet!” Jamie said, holding his leg up. Steve let out a soft smile at the display of playfulness and affection between his wife and son as Katie laughed and carried on with the song. Eventually they finished and without protest Jamie turned to his mom and placed his arms round her neck. “Night Momma. I love you.” “Love you too baby boy. I’ll be up soon to tuck you in when you’ve finished your story ok?” He jumped down from the bench and headed over to his dad who gently guided him out of the room with a large, gentle hand on the back of his head. As he turned to go he cast a look over his shoulder as Katie stood up, closing the lid on the American Walnut finished Bösendorfer 155 baby grand piano he had bought her for her 40th. She turned to face him, and shyly smiled in the same way she always did when she caught him looking at her the way he was right then, the expression on his face soft, conveying just how much he loved her and it still knocked her off her feet. “You’re beautiful.” He said softly as she brushed past him in the doorway. “Charmer” she smiled as he captured her lips in a soft kiss before giving her ass a friendly squeeze with both his palms before he headed off after Jamie for their usual bed time stories. A father-son routine that Steve hoped Jamie wasn’t gonna grow out of any time soon.

A story about 1920s Gangsters later Steve bid Jamie goodnight and strode over the landing to Rori’s bed room. He picked up the stuffed bear that had fallen out of her toddler bed and, tucking it in next to her, he straightened the covers around his daughter’s chin and dropped a kiss to her head. “Sweet dreams Princess” he said, standing up and turning off the lamp, flicking the pony night light on. “You know when they’re in bed I actually understand why we had them.” He chuckled gently as he entered the kitchen where Katie was unloading the dishwasher. Katie laughed softly “They’re good kids really.” “I know.” Steve’s arms circled her waist “What time is Emmy back?” “You told her midnight…so probably about 5 past.” she grinned. “She text me before, she’s fine. Pete took her to a burger joint and they were just about to go into the movies…” “Better not be on the back row” Steve grumbled. “She’s 18 Steve.” Katie laughed before she sighed. “They’re all growing up so fast” “You not fancy one more?” He asked, his nose brushing against her jaw. Katie stilled and turned her head to face him. “I’m 42, still carrying extra pounds from Rori. And trust me when I say after her birth, I have no desire to push a baby out of my vagina ever again” Steve laughed loudly, his head tipping back as he did so. “Just a thought” he said, kissing the side of her neck before he straightened up. “You fancy a glass of wine?” “Getting me drunk will not make me agree to having another baby…” Katie sly eyed him as he opened the wine chiller and pulled out a bottle of Sancerre. Steve rolled his eyes “That’s not what I was trying to do… I thought seeing as they’re asleep, its Friday…we could sit outside by the fire pit and take some us time. Maybe I can make some loving on my baby momma.” She smiled and slipped her arms round his waist, standing on her tip toes to give him a kiss. “Sounds perfect daddy, let me just go tuck Jamie in and I’ll be with you.” *****

June 2026

Steve looked at his wife, simply smiling as she talked. It wasn’t often they got out like they had done before the kids, but tonight they were out for a meal and a few drinks for her birthday. She looked stunning. Her hair was curled loosely, hanging to one side over her right shoulder, her eyes were highlighted even more by the light brown shimmer that sat on her lids and her lips were plump and glossed with a soft, almost neutral pink. It reminded him a lot of how she had looked on her first date. Similar, but yet slightly different. A bit like them really. They weren’t radically different but everything they had been through, seen, done, becoming parents…it had made them evolve in a way but Steve’s heart still burst with pride and lust and love whenever he looked at the woman sat in front of him. Yes she had changed physically over the years. Taught lines of muscle had given way to softer curves over her stomach and thighs, her hips were bigger- not much- but it only served to emphasise her small waist even more. The curve of her ass was more pronounced as was her chest, both of which Steve was more than happy about, especially tonight as they were emphasised even more by the tight black cut off capris she was wearing, low cut shimmering gold top and high heels that made her shapely legs look even more toned. And right now he was imagining them hooked around his shoulders… “Are you even listening to me?” She sat back, glass of crisp white wine in her hand, a teasing smile on her face. He looked beyond gorgeous. Short, dark beard flecked with grey, strands of his short hair also Iightening slightly. His black long sleeved sweater which although loose did nothing to hide his still ridiculously toned physique underneath. He was deep in thought, but relaxed, she could see that from the way he sat. His elbow was leaning on the table, chin resting gently in his hand, his fore and middle fingers making an L shape against his cheek as his thumb gently brushed against the beard underneath his chin. She raised her eyebrows silently requesting an answer and he took a deep breath, and cocked his head slightly more to the left, eyes crinkling even further as he suppressed a chuckle because he had been caught, red handed. “Sorry baby I was just thinking.” “You were miles away.” She said softly, leaving forward “what’s going on Soldier” He loved how she still called him that. And right then it made him want to bend her over the table and fuck her senseless. He squirmed slightly and picked up his wine glass, leaving back in his chair “Just thinking about you, how lucky I am…how gorgeous you are…” his voice dropped as he arched an eyebrow “and the things I’m intending on doing to you tonight.” They headed to a bar and bumped into Marcus and his brother, Allan, two of the guys who had religiously attended Steve’s support groups pre and post snap. Marcus gleefully told then that his wife, one of the returned, was expecting their first baby, news which both Katie and Steve had greeted with congratulations and a bottle of Don Perignon As they chatted and laughed with their friends, Katie was very aware of how tactile Steve was being. A hand on her back, skimming her ass every now and then, squeezing her hip, soft kisses to her temple and cheek.. it was all driving her wild so after an hour or so in the bar, when he asked if she was ready for home she greeted him with an affirmative nod. He held out her jacket for her, hands skimming the bare skin on her shoulders making her shiver. They bid their friends goodbye and headed out, hand in hand to hail a cab. Katie stole a glance at her husband, the father of her children and a fire lit in her belly. She had never loved anyone as much as she loves him. He wasn’t perfect, but neither was she. But they accepted each others faults as much as they loved each others better traits. He was an affectionate and loving man, both with her and their kids. Firm but fair and never shied away from lavishing affection on any of them. And then, in the dimly lit back seat if that yellow New York cab as it headed over Brooklyn Bridge something stirred in both her heart and her mind. She leaned over to him and gently nuzzled her nose into his neck, breathing in his aftershave. He gave an involuntary shiver and moved his arm around her shoulder as her nose now moved over the short whiskers that adorned his jaw and cheeks up to his ear where she whispered. “One more…” He turned to her, his eyes shining as he looked at her, smiling softly. “You sure?” He asked, barely able to believe it. She placed a soft kiss to his lips and whispered into his mouth. “Yeah, I’m sure.” It was all Steve could do to keep himself from jumping her there and then but somehow his will power held out. Once home, Emmy had simply raised her eyebrows when they had popped their heads into the lounge and told her and Peter not to stay up to late, and then rolled her eyes when Steve had pointedly told Peter the spare room was the 1st door on the right after you climbed the stairs. Closing the door to the lounge, Steve slung his wife over his shoulder causing her to giggle as he carried her upstairs, dropping her gently on her feet in the bedroom when she exclaimed she needed to pee. Steve shrugged off his sweater and was midway into undoing his trousers when she emerged from the bathroom, her pants in her hand, leaving her clad in just that delectable top and underwear. He felt his cock twitch at the sight of her almost naked ass and long legs. As she walked past, heading to the laundry basket in the corner of the room, Steve looped both arms round her waist and pulled her discarded clothes from her hands, dropping them to the floor. He tugged her back into him, his hands gripping the hem of her top before he pulled it over her head, hands setting on her hips as she rolled her head back against his shoulder so he could lightly graze her skin with his lips. Her hands gently moved between them as she undid the clasp on her bra and Steve slid the straps down, placing soft kisses to each of her shoulders causing her to shudder as he tossed that to the floor too. His palms flattened on her stomach as her arms slid up and connected round the back of his neck, pushing her chest up and he gave moan as he glanced down and saw her presented to him. One of his large hands crept into the front of her lace briefs, the other up to her chest, gently tweaking and playing with her as he saw fit, lips skating over her neck. “So beautiful…” he whispered and she moaned and writhed in delight at his praise and his actions as he worked her over “such a good girl for me…” Her head fell back even further into him as she let out a soft whimper of his name, his hands upping their pace slightly as she began to buck into his touch. She arched her back, her mouth fell open and then her head rolled forward as she came, knees trembling, her hands pulling at his hair. He held her up in his strong arms and whilst she was still in the after throws of bliss he nipped at her neck, drawing a soft groan from her mouth. “Gonna fuck a baby into you…” he said, lips hot on her ear “fill you up, see you all round with my child again…that what you want?” “Please…” she sighed, “Please put a baby in me, Daddy…” His hands fell to her hips and he spun her round, lips crashing to hers almost bruisingly before he walked her backwards, her knees colliding with the bed as she fell back wards, Steve crawling over the top of her. His lips skated down from her mouth, to her neck, between the valley of her breasts and to her naval where his nose skimmed across the waistband of her panties. He hooked his fingers into the top and slid them down over her thighs, a hot kiss dropping to her ankle. His beard scratched her soft skin as he nipped his way up her leg, before setting his mouth to her. He licked, sucked, bit as she keened into him, her hands tangling into his hair as she writhed and groaned, trying but failing to keep her noise down. It wasn’t long before he’d gotten her there again and as she fell back, panting slightly he crawled over her, ridding himself of the remainder of his clothes as he did so. His hands placed either side of her head, he dropped his mouth to her ear and kissed just underneath before he whispered “I know you got one more in you baby…” as he pushed into her, the pair of them groaning at the sensation.

And she did. As he thrust into her powerfully, her hands skated up his arms to hi back, nails dragging down his skin. It was an assault on her senses, and as he continued to love her in a way only he could, the heat was rising again and she found herself teetering on the edge.

“That’s my girl…” Steve panted out as she arched her back and came again, this one leaving her utterly shattered. Steve wasn’t far behind her, releasing inside of her before they both collapsed, utterly boneless and melted completely into the bed beneath them. Her hands gently tangled into his hair and he lazily picked his head up and gave her a soft kiss, his nose rubbing up against hers.

“I love you baby girl.” he said softly, lips pressing against hers.

“Love you too…” she whispered into his mouth.

***** February 2027 Katie glanced down at the small, white stick in her hands. She inhaled sharply as she glanced at the result and tears filled her eyes as she stood up from the toilet where she had been sat on the lid, waiting for those precious last few seconds to pass.

Her mind strayed to the conversation they had held on Christmas eve little over 6 weeks prior…

“You know… it’s kind of ironic” Katie sighed as she nestled into Steve further, her head on his chest as the arm round her gently traced shaped on her side, under her jumper. “What is?” He asked, although he had a feeling he knew what was wrong. She sat up and looked at him, her eyes sad. “We’ve been trying for our little one more ow for 6 months. Doing everything right and…” she took a deep breath “maybe I just can’t anymore. I’m sorry Steve” “Hey.” He frowned, shifting so he was looking at her as she blinked, trying to stop the tears from falling “You have nothing to apologise for.” “I just know how much you wanted this and…” “Stop.” He said almost sternly as he gently cupped her face in his hands “we already have 3 beautiful kids. I don’t want you feeling like this” He hated it. Hated the fact he felt like he had backed her into this in a way. She was feeling inadequate and she was anything but. “I wish you’d told me you felt like this sooner.” He said softly, and she shrugged as he pulled her face to meet his in a soft, tender kiss. “One more try.” He rest his forehead against hers, his decision made “One more month and we forget it. I’m not having you feeling like this anymore baby. I love you too much to see you hurting ok?” She nodded and smiled gently, her hand reaching up and her fingers gently scratching through his beard. He closed his eyes and then her lips were on his, pulling him down on top of her on the couch, the movie on the tv completely forgotten as they lost themselves in each other again, moans and sighs filling the softly lit room. No more tries. “Honey?’ Steve called later that evening, his keys dropping to the table in the hall as he greeted their now, very elderly dog, before he headed into the kitchen. She was sat at the table, eating dinner in between watching Aurora feed herself. Jamie was tucking into his food with gusto as both kids beamed at their daddy who greeted them both in turn. “Hi.” Katie smiled softly at him, taking the kiss he offered on her cheek “dinner is in the oven” “Sorry I’m late.” He said “ the faculty meeting went on a bit longer than I thought and then we got caught discussing the next semester…” “Steve it’s fine.” She assured him, taking a drink of her soda, eyes still on her fiercely independent daughter who probably had more spaghetti round her face than in her stomach. “How was your day son?” He asked once he had grabbed his plate and settled into the seat next to him at the oak table. “Ok.” Jamie shrugged. “Ok?” Katie looked at him “more than ok sweetie, tell your dad what you got in class!” “Oh I got the class weekly gold star for my art” he said, excitement flooding his tone. “No way!” Steve beamed at him, he loved the fact his son had inherited his talent “for the sketch you did of the planets?” Jamie nodded as he smiled. “Proud of you buddy” he said, ruffling his hair as Jamie’s grin at his fathers praise practically split his face in half. A few hours later both kids were in bed, they’d skyped Emmy who was just getting ready to go to a party in one of the dorms, something Steve wasn’t feeling all too comfortable about, and were heading up to bed. Steve was just about to make his way into the bathroom for a shower when Katie stopped him. “I have something to tell you.” She said softly before she opened the drawer at the side of her bed and with a sigh she pulled out the test. Steve felt his heart sink as she turned around and held it out to him. “Baby don’t be upset.” He said softly, as he took it, giving it a cursory glance “we agreed that if it didnt…” He trailed off and looked again. 2 blue lines. 2. “Oh my…shit.. Katie…” he looked up at her, his face shocked before he gave out a splitter of a laugh and grabbed her hips, swinging her up in the air. She laughed as he set her in her feet, giving her a soft kiss “You sure?” He asked, wanting to believe it but not daring to at the same time “Maybe you should do one more to be sure?” With a smirk she turned and reached into the drawer and began to toss test after test on the bed. 10 in total, including the one still in Steve’s hand. “Way ahead of you there soldier” “You’re incredible…” he said, tossing the plastic stick onto the bed and pulling her closer “My fucking incredible…” kiss “amazing…” kiss “ gorgeous” kiss “baby momma…” This time when his lips met hers she wrapped her arms round his neck and held him in place whilst she kissed him hard, deep, passionate before she pulled away, her fingers felt tracing his t-shirt clad chest “you mentioned something about a shower…” Grinning his hands slid under her ass and she laughed as he hauled her up, legs wrapping round his waist as he walked them into the en-suite.

***** May 2027 Steve woke first that morning. Gently pressing a kiss to Katie’s cheek he left her asleep, climbing out of the bed and heading into the bathroom. Once he’d seen to his bladder, he pulled on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt and headed out onto the landing.

He poked his head into Jamie’s room first, and his son grinned at him as he turned his eyes from the TV onto his father. Lucky jumped down from is spot on Jamie’s bed and headed over to Steve for an ear scratch.

“Morning buddy.” Steve looked at his son.

“Morning dad…you making breakfast?” Food, as always the first thing on his mind.

Steve nodded and Jamie scrambled out of bed, following him as he next headed to Rori’s room. She was still asleep so he left her to it. Finally he knocked on Emmy’s door and she told him to come in.

“Hey…” he frowned as he saw her on her bed, surrounded by text books “its early Sunday…you got work to do?”

“Studying.” She grumbled.

“Ok well, take a break yeah? I’m gonna start breakfast”

“I’ll be down in a minute.” She hummed at him and he nodded, closing the door.

Steve opened the back door to let Lucky out whilst Jamie sat at the table with a yawn as Steve set the coffee going and poured Jamie an orange juice.

“Thank you.” He said as he set it down in front of him “Dad?”

“Yeah pal?”

“What was Momma asking you for one more of last night?”

Oh…fuck…

Steve felt himself go bright red, as he could clearly remember exactly what Katie had been begging him for more of.

“Erm…” he turned away, cursing inwardly as he glanced around desperately trying to think of an answer Jamie would buy. “I…er….” he reached into the cupboard for the bread, and then the answer suddenly hit him in the face

“Chocolate!” He practically exploded as his eyes fell on the jar of spread.

“Chocolate?” Jamie cocked his head to one side as Steve turned to face him. “In the middle of the night?”

“Yeah well, you know the baby makes her want it…like you made your mom want peanut butter and Rori made her want strawberries, this time she wants chocolate”

“Oh.” He said, nodding “Ok. Did you give her some?”

Steve was thankful that his son couldn’t see his face as he threw 4 slices of bread in the toaster. Pressing his lips together to try and stop the smirk on his face, because he had indeed given her some, so to speak, before he turned and nodded.

“Yup.” He said “Sure did…”

August 2027 “One more baby.” Steve urged, his wife’s hand tightly gripping his right, his left brushing her hair back off her face “One more honey, you got this.” With a loud yell and a final, almighty effort she sagged back on the bed as a piercing cry hit their ears. “You did it…” Steve said, his eyes welling up “I’m so proud of you, Darlin’, you did it…” She laughed through her tears as their baby was placed on her chest, cries giving way to soft wimpers which turned into those familiar nickering noises babies make as their newest addition pressed into his momma, pink and wrinkled, brown hair spattering his head, his eyes the same shape and colour as his fathers, but the Stark nose stood out clearly, just as it did with Jamie. Their little one more, Henry Steven Rogers, Harry for short, opened his eyes for the first time to reveal a shock of baby blue and Steve felt his heart swell even more. Out of all their kids he had been the easiest to name. Henry chosen by Steve, Steven picked by Katie, Harry agreed upon by both. There was no 3rd name. They didn’t have one they liked or felt drawn to and besides, in Katie’s eyes he didn’t need one, because his fathers was worth two. Something which had made Steve’s eyes fill with emotion when she had told him that. Harry was measured, weighed and returned to his father wrapped in a soft blue blanket as Steve preened over his latest progeny, another male to carry the Rogers name down the line. Eventually he began to fuss and was handed to his mother for his first feed, Steve settling in their bed, arm round Katie as he watched his son’s cheeks work hungrily. “I love you” he said gently, tilting Katie’s face round to his, placing a soft kiss on her lips. “I love you too..” she smiled before they both looked down at their baby as he suckled on his mothers breast, tiny hand shaped in a fist which rest against her exposed skin. Steve gently traced his youngest son’s cheek with his finger, his chest felt like it was going to explode with emotion. After a few hours of being on their own with their baby boy, Katie having been cleaned up and Harry settled and changed and fed again, the peace of their hospital room was shattered. “There really should only be 4 visitors…” Steve heard the nurse say as the door hovered open a few inches. “Oh come on, what’s one more?” Sam’s voice pleaded. She must have acquiesced as the door opened further and their eldest and second eldest shot into the room, followed by Sam and Buck with their now second youngest held on his hip. “Oh Mom!” Emmy gushed, her large brown eyes shining as she looked down at her baby brother in her mothers arms whilst the men were exchanging back slaps and hugs “he’s beautiful” “Course he is” Steve replied, taking Rori and walking her to the bed so she could look at her baby brother “Your mom made him” Katie smiled up at Steve “You had something to do with it…” “The enjoyable bit.” We winked as Emmie moaned

“Gross..” Jamie climbed up onto the bed, his mum gently pushing down the blanket so he could see Harry’s face clearly. The sun was peeking through the blinds, the room was loud and crowded as their older kids aged 19, 7 and 3, and their friends- their brothers- took turns to hold and meet the newest addition to the Rogers family. Steve dropped a kiss to Katie’s head, the pair of them sharing a deliriously happy look.

“Thank you.” Steve said, resting his head against hers. “Thank you for this one more and for making me the happiest man alive”

#stark spangled forever #steve rogers #Katie Stark #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers fic #steve rogers x ofc #steve rogers x original female character #chris evans #chris evans characters

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SEBASTIAN “SEB” KATSAROS —

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28 years of age

Born & raised in Liverpool, England...don’t ask if he’s met the Beatles he will completely ignore you if you do

Music shop owner in the heart of town

It’s called, “Kicking Kettles”

loves collecting vinyls, cassette tapes, & cds sorry, what did you expect?

His mother is a children’s illustrator

She’s Ashkenazi Jewish

His father is a graphic designer

And is from Nafplio, Greece

They’ve been separated for about a year now, with seb’s father living in France

His mother was skeptical on dating around while she was in a place of uncertainty in her marriage but with a deep discussion with her husband, then her children, she slowly went forward just to see what was out there & found that she wasn’t sure if she’d be open permanently with other beings

Seb was similar to his mother in many ways...

Has a older sister by 2 years named, Xenia...she’s very bossy, a busy-body, & is very vocal. The opposite of seb

she used to beat up guys just for them to turn around and ask her out on dates, a few of them tried to bully seb but Xenia was not having that ofc

very close to his family, even if things are a little off between mum & dad

I feel like he went through a buzzed hair phase & when he finally made the choice to start growing out his hair, going on 4-5 years now, everyone seemed to approve

Even if they didn’t? It be no matter, sure he’d feel a little awkward if someone he cared about didn’t like it but he was sure they would get over it OR get used to it

The hair only comes out when he’s showering or going to bed

His best friend who’s a barber (and a bit of a douche) tells him he’s got to let his hair breathe more often or he’ll have breakage, seb doesn’t think it’s that serious? He’s not sure how much longer he’ll keep the bun now anyways...

This same friend encouraged him to get a “Pompadour” haircut & seb’s never been so offended before in his life, “I wouldn’t want to look like the rest of you knob-heads.”

Anyways, he takes care of his hair the best way he knows how and it seems to work for him...some slightly expensive haircare products here and there & a trimmer & he’s good to go

When he first started growing his hair out, he felt like he needed to go to the salon to know how to manage it. After awhile he learned how to do it on his own + you save $ that way

uses his hands to talk or holds one hand in the other when having a conversation since he doesn’t know what to do with his hands exactly

He’s a chapstick kinda guy who always loses his before he can finish it (been there)

Absolutely loves Japanese food and eats it almost everyday

Japanese Mayo is the superior condiment, bill can stfu!!

probably watches anime

owns a bunch of vans, beanies, and hoodies

smokes hookah every now & then but isn’t too crazy about it

canon: catlover! I feel like he would have a Sphynx, Abyssinian, Ocicat, or oriental shorthair + was over the moon when his baby had babies !!!

He wanted to keep all 5 of the kittens but knew he probably couldn’t, at least not forever but he was going to wait until they were all at least a few months before he decided to put them up for adoption...which sucks but would ultimately be the best choice, maybe???

tried eyeliner again outside of the villa & finds pencil or pomade is better than the standard liquid liner

likes black nail polish but is slightly embarrassed to be seen out with it, it’s the same thing with the eyeliner...he’s not that confident

the guy is a huge blusher & he despises the fact that his face betrays him 80% of the time

often gets nosebleeds

loves red wine especially if it’s on a rainy day and he’s home to fully enjoy it, he feels like he’s on his grown man shit when he does so

I feel like he’d be a fan of the umbrella academy & thinks it’s way better than stranger things...him & nick have argued over this on doom n gloom!

Five is his favorite

Everything he owns is in either black, red, gray/grey, or green

His main phobia is emetophobia (fear of v*mit) & he won’t share why, that’s just what it is

Introvert!

Canon: he’s not a Aquarius

So wtf r ya? Nick & I would like to know plz

Virgo sun? + Taurus moon? + Pisces rising?

I feel like he’s one of those people that feels the need to bring a backpack with him everywhere and you can imagine it to be black ofc

“Who tf are you Linus? But with a backpack?” His sister often jokes (I do this with my sibs, both of them love carrying backpacks. Me on the other hand? I don’t have time for the shit)

He drives a shitty car from the 90s that’s Engine sounds as if it’s about to blow

but 100% perfers to drive his moped, Atticus around

played football (soccer) growing up to help get rid of his asthma

Cannot sleep with the tv on or any form of light around him, it has to be completely dark & quiet!

He’ll only do so if it’s with Genevieve since you know they’re trying this whole long distance thing out

Are one of those couples that will fall asleep on the phone/cpu together

Genevieve might be the, “no you hang up first” & seb will actually hang up the phone and get into bed lmao

Just for vieve to call back like?!! “I can’t believe you’ve done this!

“Well you said—

“Never mind what I said, sebz!!! It’s extremely rude...”

his last relationship before Genevieve lasted 6-8 months (there was a time when he felt like he was unsure if he was still in a couple with that person, isn’t that a shame?)

his love language is acts of service, he’ll do things for you to ease your worries out of love and not obligation so that you feel valued as his partner & I believe he wants this in return as well

I think he’s a bit of a worry wart too when it comes to certain things even if his exterior might show him trying to hide it

He was super nervous to get his first tattoo on his chest, “if words fail, music speaks” but he found that the slight pain was worth it? And quite nice! then he kept going back monthly and soon enough his arms were completely covered

mum hated it, her baby boy was becoming a man! (It’s not like he’s almost 30 but you know how moms are)

Deff has a collection of silver rings, he’s tried out necklaces but he thinks he looks better with his rings

The slit in his brow came from trying to squeeze thru the broken patio glass door with his sis as if it were some booby trap (not exactly, but a safety hazard forsure!) & a piece of glass fell from above slicing his brow and left him with 4 stitches

Secretly into watching those dating shows before and after experiencing it himself

people he enjoyed seeing on the Telly from previous seasons: jen, jake, talia, erikah, lottie, Noah, Carl, Kassam, Priya, & Hannah

AJ is his best girl friend (besides vieve) they FaceTime quite a bit & chat shit to each other on the daily

Feels like she fits in well with his friend group, which just contains his barber friend — they put up with his banter & give it right back to him but he can also be vulnerable & comfortable with those around him so that’s always a plus

It’s the same with nick, except they share a hobby together, their podcast & that’s what seb wants to keep it as, a hobby, for fun & giggles yet nick is thinking about getting paid for what they do. He thinks it’s a great idea whereas seb doesn’t want this to turn into a career/chore

He’s perfectly happy at kicking kettles

He feels strongly about his stance while nick is on both sides

They’ll figure it out, soon.

How are things outside of the villa & since the boat party? They all have a group chat that they randomly speak up in, in the beginning they would do morning and goodnight texts but that became tedious so they settled for either or. Or simply just checking in to see how each other’s days went with seb secretly being the most curious to everyone’s days

Things are awkward between him and Yasmin, he kinda avoids talking to her tbh & not because he doesn’t want to...its just yeah it’s not the same with him and aj where they can easily move forward, it feels like pulling teeth with Yasmin since they’re some what similar & it seems like she’s waiting on him to take the lead on fixing some imagined issue they have with each other? It’s weird idk

Lives in a cramped studio apartment, it works for him so he doesn’t need any inputs thank you

celeb crushes? Demi lovato, Hwasa, Amanda Seyfried, & Birgundi Angel Baker

as for music? Sleeping with sirens, pierce the veil, teagan & Sara, the pierces, panic!at the disco, all time low, twenty one pilots, x-ambassadors, awolnation, jon bellion— listen when atl dropped? Seb felt like he was reborn okay?! , Japanese breakfast, & great grandpa

Anthem = The Postal Service, “Such great heights”

#litg #litg s3 #litg3 #litg seb #litg genevieve #litg yasmin #litg bill #litg aj #litg nicky #litg moodboard #litg headcanons #litg headcanon #why can’t I keep things brief? but it’s understandable when this season gave us the bare minimum #idk how i feel about this one but I tried!

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jem-2096 · 3 years

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Brunette from Mars - (Peter Parker One shot)

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of fighting/abuse, FLUFFY AF!

(This could be read as ftm!peterparker and/or regular MCU Peter Parker)

This one shot is inspired by the song mars by Yungblud. Go give it a listen if you haven't!

You and the brunette haired boy with deep honey coloured irises quickly became good friends. You commuted to school each morning together after learning you lived in the same apartment in Queens while your first day of highschool in homeroom. You were paired for some lame icebreakers to get to know other students. He had nervously blabbed to you about how he had moved apartments with his aunt over the summer and as you got to know him better over time, he let you know the reason why they moved.

You quickly learned that the brunette was a great listener, quick witted, fairly thoughtful, determined with his studies, had a passion for tinkering with programming and computer tech and secretly kept a picture of Daisy Ridley as Rey from Star Wars in his desk that you won't let him live down.

Two summers ago, the brunette had quite the glow up that to be honest made your stomach do flips. After returning from a trip to Detroit with his Aunt May to visit family, the brunette came back to school with his braces off and a nice build to him compared to the lanky string bean he was when he had left in that June.

With this overnight glow up also came this new habit of him flaking on you and really everyone without reasonable explanations. He would come to school with bruised knuckles, scratches on his face, and more often than not bags under his eyes. Although he seemed exhausted, his smile and upbeat self usually didn't seem to waver. His eyes did however seem to say otherwise whenever his honey brown irises met yours.

Unless he flaked on an important commitment, you didn't display emotions or words for his lack of presence. His world didn't revolve around you and you accepted that. You reminded yourself to try not to hold him back from what he loved because you were a good friend and wanted what was best for him, even if it was draining him.

"I'm free to study for algebra after dinner tonight." You stated to the brunette, looking past him out the city bus window as the buildings, and trees whirled past you. You weren't looking for an answer at this point, just giving him an open invitation to come over if he had nothing better to do on his Thursday night. You saw him nod out of the corner of your eye as he leaned his head against the pole you both were holding onto and closed his eyes. The bus was quiet this morning as you watched the orange sunrise dance over the brunette's features and could hear the beat of whatever song he was listening to through his headphones.

A GPS like voice came over the bus intercom as you turned the corner. "Grand Central Parkway at 65th Avenue". You pulled the chord on the side of the bus for the bus driver to stop and gently shook the brunette's shoulder. As you saw his honey coloured eyes once again, you nodded in the direction of the door for you to both get off.

You were early to school today seeing as you made the transfer bus in time for the first time in forever. Walking through the dewy grass on the field together, you pointed at an open picnic table near the tennis courts.

Setting your backpack down, you opened it grabbing out two granola bars and an apple. The brunette slumped down beside you to face away from the sun. As he set his coffee on the table, his head immediayley went into his folded arms. You placed one of the granola bars infront of him, and sat facing the courts. Stretched your legs out and crossing your ankles, you flipped through one of your novels, quickly finishing up your AP lit reading before class.

"Thanks." You heard him pipe up in a monotone voice as he shoved the granola bar in his pocket. You nodded, nose still in your novel. He knew by now that he didn't have to put on an act around you. "We gotta go in, in 20. I'll wake you in 15, kay?"

He nodded as his head was back in his arms, facing away from you. You heard him let out an audible sigh as you finished up the last of your notes.

"Pete?" You ask hesitantly, resting your hand on his shoulder. He didn't respond. "You know, you can tell me anything right? I won't push you. The offer still stands. No judgement. Alright?" You say quietly, softly rubbing your hand down his jacket clad back and let it drop off to collect your things and pack up your bag.

The alarm you set on your phone goes off as you see him prop his head up and wipe his eyes on his sleeve out of the corner of your eye.

'Oh Peter. Sometimes, as close as we are, I wish it didn't feel as though there was a cement wall between us.' You thought to yourself as you scrolled through your phone. As you both stood to walk up to the school, to your surprise, as cold and distant as he had been recently, he pulled you into his side. You wrapped your arms around his torso giving him a quick hug.

After taking attendance in home room and catching up with MJ about her latest find in the school library, you were dismissed to your first period class. "Leave your window open at 6." You heard the brunette pipe up at your lockers. "Always." You nodded, giving him a small smile before parting ways to your classes.

You quickly glanced at your alarm clock on your desk reading 8:30 pm. Quickly realizing you were running out of graph paper in your notebook as you flipped to a fresh page, you scribbled down the next practice question. Your headphones blasted one of your new favourite songs as you disconnected them from the bluetooth on your phone to play out loud. "Do you feel like your irrelevant, do you feel like your just scared as fuck.." You quietly sang along, writing a note to get more graph paper in the near future, as you heard a thud from the window beside you.

Swiveling in your chair, you look up to see the silhouette of the brunette. As he steps into the light of your desk lamp and sits on your bed you can see his eyes are red and his knuckles are beginning to bruise again. He kicks off his sneakers as you hesitantly stand from your chair to go and to sit beside him.

He immediately buries his face in his hands as he quietly cries. You try your best to not show the hurt on your face from seeing him like this as you gently rub his back. You go to sit behind him up against the wall. You bring your hands around his waist gently holding him, letting your legs dangle on either side of him and rest your head on his shoulder.

When you no longer hear uneven breathing, you sit back up and one hand goes to the hair on the nape of his neck, softly playing with his locks, while the other gently rubs circles on his back.

"I'm sorry." You hear him sigh out. "Im so fucking sorry." He pleads as he begins to cry again. "I'm here. Just breathe Pete." You say calmly as you wrap your legs around his waist and hug him tighter. You take deep breaths for him to mimic to try and calm him back down.

"I keep fucking up Y/n/n, and I don't know what to do anymore." He painfully lets out. You take in his words and quickly think of an appropriate response. "Everyone I try to become close with has ended up hurt or passed away, I feel like I have the weight of the world on my shoulders and have to fill his shoes. No matter what decisions I make I still always end up letting someone down. I'm just so fucking tired Y/n." Although his words are a jumbled mess to you, you nod. You let go of the tense brunette and sit beside him. "Take your shirt off and go lie on your stomach." You say to him as he looks at you somewhat confused but does as he's told and props his head up on his folded arms.

You can see the faded scars and healed wounds on his arms, shoulders and back, wondering who gave these to him. As you sit straddling his waist, your hands go to his shoulders and back massaging his tense and knotted muscles. He lets out a big sigh of relief after realizing what's going on. He softly mewls as you gently work the knots out. Once all the tension in his back and shoulders is gone, you lay close beside the half awake brunette.

"Thank you." He states sincerely, as he rolls to face you. You know that his words of gratitude are for more than just the back massage. You nod, reaching your hand up to run your hands softly through his locks to relax him further as his eyes flutter shut at your touch. "We're all only capable of so much Pete. Please, don't set yourself on fire to keep others warm. It's a hard pill to swallow but its impossible to win every battle and win everyone over. I know it's easier said than done, and it'll take some time to figure everything out, but I'll be here every step of the way though alright?" You whisper softly, and reach for his hand giving it a squeeze as he nods. "I'll let you get some rest." You sigh out, sitting up, bringing the blanket at the end of the bed over his larger frame and bend down giving a kiss to his temple. "Goodnight love." You whisper.

After another hour and a half of battling through algebra questions, you quietly change into some sweats and open up your netflix account to get your mind off your math problems and your worries of Peter. Picking up your laptop, your half empty waterbottle falls to the floor with a thud. Your gaze darts over to your bed to see the naturally curly headed brunette sound asleep. Your heart flutters as you catch him pull the covers up to his chin and nuzzle his nose into the pillow and blankets while he curls his legs up into the fetal position. You sit on the floor beside your bed as the light from the movie on netflix illuminates your bedroom. You have the subtitles on and the movie on the lowest volume as you rest your back against the bed frame.

After a few minutes you begin to hear the brunette stir and roll over to face the movie. "Is this that BoxTrolls movie?" You hear him croak out in a deep voice that makes your heart flutter. "No, this one's Paranorman. It's in my top 5." You respond, your gaze still on the screen. You feel his fingers playing with the ends of your hair softly, trying his best not to disturb you even though you've seen this movie more times than you can remember.

He pushes all of your hair over to one of your shoulders and rests his chin on the opposite one. "You know, you don't have to sit on the floor right? I don't bite Y/n." He states sleepily in your ear. You quickly catch your breath at how close he is as you comprehend the words coming out of his mouth and nod standing. You place your laptop on your desk chair and wheel it over in front of the bed. Looking over to the brunette laying confortably in your bed, he holds the blanket open for you to get in. "One sec." You say as you take off your hoodie, revealing your white tank top underneath that clung to the hills and slopes of your natural curves. You had ditched your bra long before the Brunette had arrived, remembering that it's laying in the clothes hamper and not on your body. You looked back down to see the brunette's arm still holding the blanket open, his honey eyes on you. They slowly wandered down your silhouette to see the loose sweatpants hung low on your hips and back up to meet your gaze. The dark room concealed the deep blush you felt on your cheeks from his gaze. 'Too late now..' you thought as you climbed under the blanket. Your back rested up against Peter's larger frame. His arm snaked around your waist, pulling you closer to him. "Is this okay y/n/n?" The brunette questioned. You nodded, trying your best to calm your breathing as you felt his warm, gentle touch on your skin. You hoped and prayed he couldn't hear your heartbeat pounding in your chest. 'I feel so safe and at home in his arms but the last thing he needs right now is a girlfriend. And why would he want to be with me anyways. We're just friends and he probably just needs physical affection from someone right now.' You thought to yourself.

You let out a soft sigh at your thoughts. "You okay sweetheart?" He asks softly, as you feel his warm lips peck the back of your exposed neck. Your face is on fire at this point. 'He's just tired Y/n. Calm down. Dont say anthing stupid' "Yeah, I just feel safe in your arms." You murmur loud enough for him to hear. 'Idiot. You ruined it. Shit shit shit.'

It became deathly quiet between you two. You could hear his breathing, the rain hitting your bedroom window, the cars driving on the street below, your upstairs neighbour walking around their apartment and the dull volume of the movie playing from your laptop.

"Y/n/n?" You heard him whisper.

You rolled over to face him, burying your face in his chest, breathing in his warm cologne and body wash as you wrapped your arm around his waist and tangled your legs in his. Although you didn't have all the answers you were looking for, this the closest you two had been in over a year and you were happy that he was finally starting to let down his walls.

He stroked your hair, planting a kiss on the crown of your head. "Goodnight love." He mumbled before all the sounds around you in the silence of your bedroom coaxed you to sleep.

You had woken up to your alarm at 6:30am to find the spot beside you empty.

The brunette swore that was the best sleep he had had in months he thought, reminiscing as he climbed down the fire escape after quickly showering and getting ready to meet you before catching the bus. You heard a knock on your window before he slid it open and sat on the sil. He fiddled with tge metro card in his hands as a small smile crept onto his face watching you concentrating on finishing your eyeliner and mascara. You take a step back to look in the mirror to see if your wings are symmetrical, seeing the brunette looking at you with a sheepish grin in the reflection. He looked well rested for once, his eyes kind and soft, glancing at you in adoration. Your heart beats out of your chest as you spin around to look at him.

"One sec." You say quickly rushing out to the kitchen to grab some food before packing up your bag. Pulling on your coat and beanie, as you walk towards the window sill the brunette is lounging on.

"Before we go, I uhm... forgot to tell you something.. last night." He says looking down at his hands as you reach out gently hold his larger ones. "Y/n.. I uhm-" he looks up at you, scanning your features, trying his best to read your emotions. You see him glance down quickly at your soft lips. 'I can't take this. Screw always being a good friend.' You thought as you leaned in, placing a hand on his cheek and a soft kiss to his lips. Your thumb stroked his cheek as he leaned back in for another. Your forehead rested against his. "Was that what you wanted to tell me?" You asked in a hushed tone, looking down at his lips again. He nodded before giving them another peck. "Uhm.. we better go before we-" "oh.. yeah, your right. Shit!" You say, quickly checking the time on your phone.

As you dashed down the fire escape and towards the bus stop, his hand never left yours as you jogged behind him giggling at his antics of repeating "Shit" as he saw the bus waiting for you at your stop as you both jogged towards it. You couldn't see it but for the first time in a while, a genuine smile adorned the brunette's face and through whatever he was battling with, knowing you were by his side, there would be plenty more to come.

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ok so i just had a dream about this and i feel the need to tell you because its prime protective Billy shit. So after the whole mind flayed thing Steve and Billy get to be pretty close friends, and almost immediately they both fall for each other HARD, but both of them refuse to believe the other could ever like them, despite Robin screaming at both of them to just ask the other one out already. (pt.)

(pt.2) one day some random dude comes into the video store and starts flirting with steve, who figures he hasn’t gone on a date since Nancy, the guys cute, sure he’s not Billy but he seems nice enough and steve is also just very lonely, so they set up a date for that Friday at 6:00 and Steve is pretty excited. When he gets to his house and tells Billy, who was there for their wednesday horror movie night, billy tried to seem happy for him even though he ready to kill this guy

(pt.3) Billy does a pretty decent job at hiding his feelings about the date, and he doesn’t want to hold Steve back, but when he gets home he calls Robin and bitches for a sold 30 minutes, she just tells him if he’d got his shit together and just asked Steve our this wouldn’t be a problem. So the day of the date rolls around and Billy doesn’t see Steve all day, can’t bring himself to see him so excite to go date someone else. Around 6:15 his phone buzzes with a call from Steve (pt.4) he answers and when he does Steve sounds awful, he’s been crying for a while. Asks if Billy can come pick him up, and billy speeds his way there. When he shows up and sees steve leaning against the brick wall rubbing away tears he loses it. Asks him what happened and Steve quietly tells him his date was a huge asshole, flirted with the waitress, pointed out the scar on steve’s hairline and told him he’d be a lot cuter without it, but don’t worry you’re still good enough for a fuck

(pt.5) Billy is ready to kill someone, he hugs steve and drags him to his car and tells him to stay put, slams the door and gets inside before steve can argue, find the guys pretty quickly, grabs him by the collar and spits out some pretty harsh words drops him to the floor and leaves. They are both quiet on the drive back but when billy drops steve off at his house he sheepishly asks him to stay, when billy tells him it’s a bad idea steve says okay and kisses him goodnight. Billy almost faints.

I am SO SORRY this took a thousand years, it got a lil lost in my inbox.This is modern, Billy got possessed but the kids burned it outta him, everything else is canon.

“Who the fuck is that?”

Billy was “helping” Robin re-shelve, which meant he was pulling random movies off their shelves and putting them in different spots until she noticed and yelled at him.

She looked in the direction Billy was glaring, looked to see Steve batting his eyes as that guy, the tall jocky guy that comes in a few days a week to flirt with Steve.

“Oh, that’s Ben. He comes in all the time and flirts with Steve.” Billy’s eyes were dark.

“And does Steve, does he always, flirt back?” Robin rolled her eyes. Billy was so bad at acting nonchalant.

“Yeah, Dingus really has a thing for him. Talks to me nonstop about him.” Of course he talks about Billy way more often, but Robin is over the two of them being so fucking oblivious.

“Oh. Good for him.” Billy was blinking a lot.

Steve was leaning over the counter, was giggling like a schoolgirl.

The bell over the door jingled. Billy was gone.

Wednesday nights had become a tradition. Billy and Robin would come over to Steve’s, would take turns picking scarier and scarier movies.

It all started because Robin thought Steve should expand his horizons, and Billy liked the way Steve would get scared, would hide in Billy, would shove his face into his chest, or his arm, or wiggle his way into his lap.

But he was not in the mood for a movie tonight. Not after watching the way Steve had gone all bashful earlier.

But he found himself pushing open the double doors anyway.

“Bill! Guess what!” Steve was jamming around the kitchen in thick socks and little shorts, a faded Hawkins High Swim Team sweatshirt, and his glasses, like he was trying to fucking kill Billy with how adorable he is. “I got a date!” Billy’s heart thumped to a stop.

“You, you what?”

“I got a date! With that cute Benny that comes into Family Video. He asked me out! We’re gonna go to dinner on Friday!” Steve was so fucking excited. Billy couldn’t find it within himself to bring down the mood. “I just, you know how lonely I’ve been, and, I haven’t been on a date since Nancy.”

Steve was rambling, going on and on about this fucking guy. Was talking over the movie, which normally, Billy would think was kinda cute, but it was all, Benny said the SWEETEST thing, or look at this meme Benny sent.

Billy was about four second from tearing his hair out.

He was driving Robin home after movie night needed to vent.

“Look, I’m not saying I want Steve to be unhappy. I want him to be so happy. But I just, I get a bad feeling about that Benjamin guy.” Robin rolled her eyes.

“Well if you had gotten your head outta your ass and just asked Steve out like I fucking told you to, you, Billiam could be going on a date with our sweet Dingus.”

“I just, after everything this summer, I didn’t know if, if he was ready, and he never really seemed the same after the Nancy shit.”

“That’s a lame excuse and you know it.”

It was. And he knew it.

He avoided Steve the next two days. Couldn’t deal with all the excited posts on Steve’s secret Insatgram account, the one just for his friends.

Apparently he had done a face mask, had taken a fucking candlelit bath. He posted outfit options on his story.

Billy spent Friday chain-smoking in bed, yelling at Max whenever he got kicked off Netflix for too many screen in use.

Steve was getting picked up at 6. Had been posting a fucking countdown on his story. Billy wanted to crawl into a hole and fucking die.

When 6 came, Billy was working out, listening to loud, angry music as he lifted weights. He was trying his fucking best to keep his mind off of Steve, that fucking Benjamin.

But his music was interrupted by his phone going off, Steve’s contact picture filling the screen, a silly one Billy loved of Robin shoving marshmallows into his mouth. He could fit 17.

“What’s up?” It was only half past 6. Something must’ve happened. “Stevie, are you okay?” He could hear Steve sniffling.

“Bill, could you come pick me up?”

Billy was already out the door.”

“Drop your location, Pretty Boy. I’m on my way right now. Don’t move. I’ll be there soon.” Billy sped to the diner.

He saw Steve sitting on the curb outside, his face buried into his knees.

He had gone with outfit option number 4 from his Instagram, a thick cardigan, made of soft dark green wool, his nice jeans, the ones that made his ass look great, and a soft t-shirt. His hair was the most done Billy had seen it in a while. It made Billy’s heart break.

He pulled into a spot, dropping to sit next to Steve.

“You wanna talk about it?” His eyes were red-rimmed, glazed over as he loked at Billy.

“He was, he was so different from how he, how he was. He kept ignoring me, and flirting with the waitress, and he kept like, pointing out the scars on my face, like, like the one here,” he poked at his hairline. “And he said, I’d cuter without it, but, but that I’m still okay for a fuck if he took me face down, because, because my ass is the only thing I got goin’ for me-” Billy pulled him into a tight hug.

“I’m so sorry, Baby. You’re so much better than that, than him.” He kissed the mark on Steve’s hairline. “He still in there?”

“Yeah. I asked him to take me home and he said if I was gonna give him blueballs he might as well fuck the waitress. Since she’s hotter than me anyhow.”

“Stay here.” Billy got up, cracking his neck as he walked into the diner. He found the guy right away, was smiling so sleazy at the waitress in question who looked like she’d rather die than go out with him, but needed a good tip. He stared at her ass when she walked away.

Billy sat in the seat across from his.

“So, Benjamin. Figured you and I ought the have a little chat.”

“Who the fuck are you?”

“My name’s Billy.” Ben rolled his eyes.

“God, Steve wouldn’t shut the fuck up about you.” Billy’s heart swelled, but he was on a mission.

“Steve is the best person in this whole God-forsaken world. And you dare treat him like he’s shit on your shoe. You’re fucking disgusting.” He reached up, pulling on the collar of his shirt, slamming his nose into the table, letting his head bounce back up.

“What the fuck, you psycho.”

“He is like sunshine, he is the only thing good in this fucking town, and you have the audacity to hurt him. He is made of love, and you could;ve had him, but you’re a garbage human who deserves jack shit.” He stood from the table, Ben’s nose bleeding into a mad of napkins.

“If you don’t at least text him an apology, I will be breaking more than just your nose.”

Billy stood up, sweeping out of the diner to find Steve waiting by the passenger seat of his car. They drove to Steve’s in silence apart from the odd sniffle from Steve.

They sat for a moment in his drive way, the car off, crickets chirping in the bushes.

“I heard what you said.” Steve’s eyes were wide, his face shadowed.

“And?”

“I didn’t know you felt like that. About me I mean.” Billy sighed.

“Stevie, you are probably the best thing that’s ever happened to me. And I, I love you.” Billy was fidgeting with the steering wheel.

“You mean it?” Billy just nodded, looking straight ahead through the windshield at Steve’s house. “I love you too. Like, a lot. I just thought, maybe you didn’t, didn’t feel the same.” Billy whipped around to look at Steve, see if he was lying.

All he say on his face was such happiness at Billy’s admission.

“You should stay the night.” Steve’s hand was closing around his wrist.

“Look, if we’re gonna do this, I wanna do it right. I wanna, take you out, and spend time with you in a, in a romantic way before we, before we do anything.” Steve’s eyes were so soft.

“Okay. You wanna go out tomorrow? We can do something chill, like, like see a movie.”

“I would really like that, Pretty Boy.” He took Steve’s hand.

“Can I kiss you goodnight, then? Kiss you thanks for saving me back there. Being my knight in shining armor, defending my honor and all that?” Billy’s mind was spinning as he breathed out yeah.

Kissing Steve was as perfect as he always thought it would be.

His pretty lips were soft, and he made these breathy little noises into Billy’s mouth, their hands were still clasped together, Steve’s other holding onto Billy’s bicep, Billy weaving a hand into Steve’s hair.

Steve’s eyes were closed when they pulled apart, they were soft when he blinked them open.

“So, tomorrow then.” Billy grinned, pressing a kiss to his nose.

“Tomorrow, Pretty Boy. I’ll call you in the morning. We’ll talk.” Steve danced like a loser all the way up to his porch, making Billy laugh and flash his headlights. He stumbled through the front door.

Billy texted Robin right when he got home, sent her a simple Benjamin’s the worst but you’ll be happy to know I pulled my head outta my ass :)

#yikes writes #harringrove #steve harrington #steve harrington x billy hargrove #billy hargrove x steve harrington #billy hargrove #harringrove fic #harringrove drabble #harringrove ficlet

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A Soul to Mend His Own | Ch. 31

This is chapter 31 if you haven't heeded the WARNING by now, then I can’t help you. Also, I will now be posting the new chapter before 2 PM CST, so it may be before 11 AM like it use to be but it might not. I have had some priorities change and the posting time reflects that.

A Kylo Ren x Modern! Reader in a soulmate au with some canon divergence. —————————————SLOWBURN————————————–

He is already the Supreme leader, searching the universe to find you, his Empress. Your name on his wrist has been the only constant in his life, while you have doubts about his existence and his acceptance of you. He isn’t in the database and why did the name Kylo Ren cover Ben Solo?

MASTERLIST

Chapter 31: A Dinner to Remember

You took your seats. Kylo was of course of was at the head of the table and you were seat next to him. The others took the remaining seats but Ushar was at the end of the table.

“Everything has been ordered already we will just have to wait until the food gets here,” said Kylo.

You took this moment to ask, “So were are you all from?”

Ap’lek spoke up, “All of us were born somewhere on different planets but unlike you sweetheart, we don’t exactly call them home. So it really doesn’t matter.”

You bit your lip in confusion. So they had no home, but from what Kylo had said they at least had each other.

“So Kylo informed me that you are all single, on earth being a Knight is somewhat of a turn on,” you joked.

“You making us an offer sugar,” asked Cardo with a suggestive smirk.

You were taken aback at this question, blushing at the suggestion. But before you could answer Kylo did for you. “She isn’t a prize and you best remember that before you end up on the wrong side of my saber.” He was serious and firm, a threatening tone in his voice.

“It’s just a joke boss, no harm done,” said Vicrul holding up his hands in surrender.

One of Kylo’s eyes twitched and his jaw clenched. “What were you saying about the knights here though, that they are….chivalrous and gentlemanly. I think that would be a matter of improvement for you all.”

“We will follow your lead boss,” said Kuruk. You could tell they liked pushing his buttons a bit, you didn’t exactly why but you knew they might just like messing with him when they can--like brothers.

“I suppose you could all take some notes from the Allegiant General then,” you said with a smirk of your own.

You could tell that this was not something they liked hearing. Kylo suppressed a chuckle while the others glared at you for a second before shifting their eyes to him. He was now wearing a half-smirk on his face.

Before anyone could say anything two droids came in with carts full of food and drinks. They served you all at an amazing speed.

“So why don’t you like the general,” you asked curiously while starting to dig into your appetizer.

“You mean the sniveling little bastard that walks around in daddy’s uniform? The feeling is mutual between us. He has a stick shoved so far up his ass the blood flow has turned his hair red. He doesn’t like us because when we come back from missions we track dirt onto his ‘clean’ starships. He calls us dogs and hates that we don’t shit our shoes to anal perfection. What is there to like,” asked Ushar.

“I can’t respect a man who hasn’t spent any time in the trenches. He gives his orders from the safety of his precious starship. He despises actually getting his hands dirty, he always orders others to do his work for him,” said Kuruk.

“I see. I’m sorry for asking,” you said.

Kylo’s hand was a clenched fist on the table, he wasn’t happy about the conversation.

“It’s best to stick to things you shouldn’t be sticking your nose into, Pet. How about something like baking and babymaking,” said Cardo.

In a flash, Cardo’s back was against the wall and he was clutching his throat, choking. “Maybe you are dogs because you certainly need to learn how to obey your master and heel,” asked Kylo through gritted teeth.

Cardo choked out, “I’m sorry boss, it won’t happen again.” And his body slid to the floor he was gasping for air.

“Make sure of it. It is your life that is on the line. This is the final warning for all of you. Next time it will be my saber.” Kylo was furious. His breath was uneven and he was clenching his fists.

“Kylo it’s alright, it’s not the first time something like this has happened and it really doesn’t bother me by this point,” you said trying to calm him down.

“They should know better,” he said gesturing to the knights. “They all should know better,” he said gesturing to the rest of the ship.

You move to place a hand on his arm, “why don’t we just try to calm down?” You were trying to appeal to him, “why don’t we finish eating?”

Kylo eventually gave in and you all resumed eating now turning to the main course. You tried changing the subject. “How did training go for you all this morning?” You were hopeful that they would all take the hint to be friendly and civil.

“We got our asses kicked, but that usually happens when we spar with the boss,” said Ushar. “If your sparing is anything like what Captain Phasma and Commander Pyre did the other morning then I would like to see it sometime.”

“The silver captain is a very formidable opponent. She and the golden commander are the only ones who are even worth trying to spar with outside the knights,” said Ap’lek.

“If the boss agrees with it you should watch us tomorrow morning,” asked Vicrul.

Kylo nodded in agreement. “I take my morning debriefings during our training, so you’ll be accompanied by most of the First Order High Command and other various high ranking officers. But it shouldn’t be a problem if you are willing to get up early enough.”

“How early is early,” you ask.

“6:00 hours. I am usually up by 5:30 hours and take breakfast afterward,” said Kylo.

“I think that is something I can manage.”

There was a shared chuckle around the table. The droids took away your plates and served desert. Most of the knights seemed rather enthusiastic about this, you had a feeling some of them had a couple of sweet-tooths.

“You seem to be only asking about us m’lady. Why don’t you tell us about yourself? After all, the boss has made it clear that we are your new bodyguards,” asked Ushar. Who seemed to be the unspoken leader in the group, he was visibly the oldest too.

This took you by a bit of a surprise. You wiped your lips on a napkin before asking, “what would you like to know?”

“How about your favorite flower,” asked Trudgen this was his first time speaking all night. He looked to the others for confirmation, “women like flowers right?”

You chuckled. The old Russian saying, ‘what the priest is like, so is the church’ seemed to be true. “Why don’t you ask your boss that question?”

“_____ her favorite flower is ____,” he mumbled in response.

They seemed confused by your laughter. “That is the first question he really asked me.”

“So, the boss has got as little game as Trudgen,” said Kuruk. The other guys seemed to laugh at both of their expenses.

“I wouldn’t say that. There is a large beautiful bouquet next to my bed of them,” you responded jovially.

Ushar leans back in his chair, “so the kid does have game. Who would’ve thought?”

Kylo repeats the action challenging the elder, “Better game than you and you know it.” There was a smirk on his face and a certain gleam in his eye.

“Makes sense, but you know not everyone has your natural talent,” challenged the old man.

Kylo’s smirk tightened, the other knights held their breath. You were missing something but you didn’t know what.

“You’re right my old friend. Don’t you forget it.” His eyebrow twitched. You could tell whatever you were missing was something that if pushed hard enough would certainly anger him again.

Trudgen spoke again, you could tell he was the least confident in speaking to you. “What about your favorite color?”

You smiled at him, thankful that he was trying to cut the tension in the room. “It’s ______, it reminds me of ________. It’s always made me happy.” It worked the tension released.

“Do you like sweets,” asked Trudgen.

“Yes, but not as much as you all I see.” At this, some of them blushed knowing they were guilty.

Ap’lek put his hands up, “You caught us when you fight in the trenches most of your life you develop an appreciation for them.”

“Especially when most of the time you eat crap for food,” agreed Vicrul.

You chuckled at their honesty. They seemed to be much more comfortable around you now than when they first came in. But you were starting to feel exhausted the entirety of the day catching up to you again.

“I think its best that you all go,” said Kylo noticing your exhaustion.

They all thanked you for the meal and went to the living room to collect their helmets. They left saying their goodbye’s and saying that they would see you in the morning.

Kylo turned to you, “what did you think Kitten?”

“I think they are all nice guys, just a bit rough around the edges. It might do them some good having to guard me, they might pick up a thing or two about being gentlemen.”

Kylo smirked at your response, he wrapped an arm around you and kissed your forehead. You definitely enjoyed his new confidence in showing affection. You smiled but felt very tired.

“Why don’t you head to bed early, you had a long, rough day and you could use the rest. Plus you promised them you would be at training early in the morning and they don’t like to be disappointed.” He guided you up the stairs and to your room. You opened the door and started to head in before he caught your arm.

“Now Kitten, you haven’t forgotten our deal already, have you?” There was amusement in his tone and a smirk on his face.

You leaned in only to give a peck, but he caught you and took your breath away. You made a mental note to never forget a goodnight kiss, especially if they were going to be as good as this one.

You said your goodnights and you got ready for bed. You couldn’t wait for tomorrow to come. Knowing that you were going to watch him train was getting you hot all over once again, but you shook your head at the thought. You both promised to wait, and you would, but at least you were sure you would enjoy tomorrow’s performance.

You set your alarm early and messaged Lieutenant Mitaka your plans before you drifted off to sleep.

#kylo ren #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren imagine #kylo x reader #kylo x you #star wars #first order #star wars imagine #Star wars soulmate au #sw first order imagine #star wars first order #knights of ren #a soul to mend his own

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abbeyroadie · 4 years

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I know others have gotten that stupid question when someone finds out that you like The Beatles they ask, “Oh yeah? Name five Beatles songs that weren’t big hits.” The other day I told someone that my favorite Beatle is Paul McCartney and they said, “Ok, name five songs from McCartney’s solo career.” Laaaaaawd I have nothing to prove to anyone, but it always grinds my gears when people assume I’m only wearing a Beatles t-shirt for aesthetics, or I only love Paul for his looks. Bitch please.

So I compiled this list of songs that I first tried to narrow down to ten and quickly realized I couldn’t even narrow it down to twenty, lol. My favorite Paul McCartney songs post Beatles era are listed below with links to YouTube to hear each song. I left out anything he did as a collaboration just because this list is hella long already. Please feel free to add your favs as well!

36. Calico Skies

- I love the simplicity of this song. Paul’s finger picking on the guitar vaguely reminds me of the style of Blackbird.

35. Put It There

- This song has a soft, sweet melody that always gets stuck in my head.

34. The World Tonight

- “I go back so far, I’m in front of me.” Sometimes Paul’s lyrics are awesomesauce, lol.

33. Call Me Back Again

- I love how this song kinda goes back to his roots. Very oldies, very bluesy. Lots of wailing Paul and great guitar licks.

32. This One

- Might be a song for John if you squint sideways and upside down. Another one that’s a definite earworm.

30./31. Venus and Mars/Rock Show

- I’m sort of cheating but these two songs def go together. Venus and Mars is very melodic and draws you in, jumping right into the rocker that is aptly named Rock Show. A great way to kick off the V&M album.

29. C Moon

- This tune is very sentimental to my sister and me. As kids we’d run around the house singing it at the top of our lungs. Also, the beginning when Paul misses the intro and just keeps the gaff in the song makes it that much better, lol.

28. Somedays

- A quiet song, Paul’s more thoughtful, reflective side. The dueling acoustic guitars and harp are especially lovely.

27. Big Barn Bed

- I used to skip over this song because I thought it made no sense. Then one day it hit me how much fun it is. And now I wanna keep on sleeping in a big barn bed too, haha.

26. With a Little Luck

- One of those uplifting, positive tracks that Paul is so freaking good at creating.

25. Young Boy

- Just the way Paul sings “looooooong” and “strooooong” at the end of a couple of the lyrics. And the guitar solo kicks ass too.

24. Goodnight Tonight

- Ooh boy, where to start with this song? First and foremost, that BASSLINE. Perhaps it’s a disco-ish dance number that meets electronica? I don’t even know. John said he didn’t like this song but he loved Paul’s bass playing on it, so there you go, lol.

23. Nineteen-Hundred and Eighty-Five

- This one is very upbeat, but the slowed down intermission with the “ooohs” is what makes it interesting to me. It also includes some amazing piano playing.

22. Hi, Hi, Hi

- I prefer the live version of this song, but it’s tons of fun no matter what.

21. Junk

- A very soft tune that would have fit perfectly on The White Album. Very stripped back and almost sad.

20. Off the Ground

- Paul at his very best at creating melodies that are catchy and fun and don’t delve too deep. “I need lovin’, you need lovin’ too.” And you can’t forget the hand claps and la la las! Good luck getting this song out of your head.

19. Live and Let Die

- I’d be surprised if you haven’t heard this song sometime in your life. It’s one of those songs where you hear it and go, “Wait, I know this song. This is Paul McCartney?!” He be James Bond like that, heehee.

18. Dear Boy

- I’ve heard this song is about Linda’s ex. Some think it’s about John. Either way, it’s a catchy little tune.

17. Take It Away

- This is a great song even before you realize how amazeballs Paul’s bass playing is on it.

16. Monkberry Moon Delight

- Y’all, WHAT EVEN IS THIS SONG?! I don’t know, but it’s so freaking FUN! Paul’s poor voice though. I feel like he probably couldn’t talk for a week after laying down the vocal track, lol.

15. Too Much Rain

- Ugh, this song is so beautiful and so sad at the same time. Paul trying to be optimistic as always.

14. Dear Friend

- Is this a song about John too? Maybe. Probably. A haunting melody with a solitary piano for most of it, with a heavy feeling of regret, at least imo.

13. Band on the Run

- Here you get three songs in one, not unlike the Abbey Road medley but completely different as well. Paul knows how to kick off an album, that’s for sure!

12. Maybe I’m Amazed

- I prefer the live version of this song too, but it kicks you in the gut no matter what. Paul loved Linda so much, and he lets everyone know it.

11. Tug of War

- Ok, I don’t know if this song is about John. It could be. It sounds like Paul’s talking about something…more. “In another world we could stand on top of the mountain with our flag unfurled.” “We will be dancing to the beat played on a different drum.” What is Paul trying to say exactly? Many have debated the lyrics to no end. You decide.

10. Too Many People

- This is FOR SURE about John, and the breakup of the Beatles. And it started a song war between John and Paul that would go on for years. But it’s also a bop, lol.

9. Here Today

- This is Paul speaking to John after John’s death. And it’s completely heartbreaking. I have to be in a certain mindset to listen to this one.

8. Hope of Deliverance

- If this song doesn’t get your foot tapping and your head bopping, idk you might want to check your pulse.

7. Silly Love Songs

- DAT BASS THO. For real, this song is built around Paul’s bassline and it’s amazing! Also, this was Paul basically giving John the finger for making fun of his “granny shit” and “silly love songs.”

6. Jet

- This is one that I crank up in my car and it may or may not make me drive a little faster, lol. I love it so much.

5. Little Lamb Dragonfly

- A two for one! Both songs are lovely, but I particularly love the dragonfly lyrics and melody. (Yes, this song is possibly about John as well (“how did two rights make a wrong?”), but it’s debatable.) Listening to it once usually isn’t enough for me.

4. Little Willow

- Whew, this one makes me emotional. The guitar, the lyrics, the piano, Paul’s voice – all so soothing and unbelievably soft and achy. It breaks my heart in the sweetest way.

3. Mull Of Kintyre

- Arguably the biggest hit of Paul’s solo career, it’s like the Hey Jude of its own time. And it has freaking BAGPIPES, lol. This is one of those songs that you’ve heard before, but you don’t know where and you don’t know how, you just have. It will stick with you for a long time.

2. Let Me Roll It

- This song. THIS SONG. Ughhhhhhhh. So sexy I can’t even begin to explain. You just have to listen and let it take you there. Another one where the bassline makes you want to weep. Tingles. Tingles everywhere.

1. Wanderlust

- This will forever be my favorite solo Paul McCartney song. Completely underrated and simply magical. George Martin has said that this is Paul’s greatest vocal performance and I wholly agree. His voice is so pure and melodic, I sometimes get emotional listening to it. The song as a whole just checks all the boxes of what I most love about a Paul McCartney song – beautiful, melodious and timeless. There’s that old jokey saying, “If this ain’t played at my funeral, I ain’t going.” Yeah, this is that song for me.

#the beatles #paul mccartney #mclennon #i spy mclennon #long post #this was harder to do than i thought #i love a whoooole bunch of paul songs lol

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neuvilllette · 3 years

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Tagged by Mandie ( @ferrisbuellers ) Thanks sweetheart! Sorry for doing this one late too!

1. what is the color of your hairbrush? white

2. name a food you never eat: i’m a picky eater and there’s some foods i’m allergic to. *looks at peanuts*

3. are you typically too warm or too cold? its a 50/50.

4. what were you doing 45 minutes ago? i was taking a doing another tagging meme and listening to music.

5. what’s your favorite candy bar? cadbury’s dairy milk and crunchie

6. have you ever been to a professional sports game? nope

7. what is the last thing you said out loud? aw, hell

8. what is your favorite ice cream? vanilla and chocolate. i also like them mixed together.

9. what was the last thing you had to drink? water with alot of ice.

10. do you like your wallet? yes, i do. it’s a blue kate spade.

11. what is the last thing you ate? popcorn.

12. did you buy any new clothes last weekend? nope

13. what’s the last sporting event you watched? tennis.

14. what is your favorite flavor of popcorn? buttery.

15. who is the last person you sent a text message to? my mom and my best friend.

16. ever been camping? nope.

17. do you take vitamins? yes and no.

18. do you regularly attend a place of worship? used to. it’s been a long time now.

19. do you have a tan? nope. if i did, i’d just get darker lol.

20. do you prefer Chinese or pizza? this is a rude question since i love both XD I can’t pick!

21. do you drink your soda through a straw? depending.

22. what color socks do you usually wear? various colours.

23. do you ever drive above the speed limit? sometimes, haha

24. what terrifies you? i guess dying, not being in control.

25. look to your left, what do you see? the window.

26. what chore do you hate most? cleaning the floors because it hurts my back since I’m tall. but i still do it cause i like my place to be clean. :)

27. what do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? chris hemsworth.

28. what’s your favorite soda? cream soda.

29. do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? pre-pandemic, both. In 2020, I usually do delivery and I go to Starbucks through the drive thru.

30. what’s your favorite number? 3 and 7

31. who’s the last person you talked to? my mom to wish her goodnight since she was going to sleep.

32. favorite meat? chicken

33. last song you listened to? pull the trigger by mayumi fujita and lotus juice

34. last book you read? lord el-melloi ii’s case files manga

35. favorite day of the week? saturday.

36. can you say the alphabet backwards? lol nope.

37. how do you like your coffee? with evaporated milk and sugar.

38. favorite pair of shoes? converse~

39. time you normally get up? 11am.

40. what do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? sunrise.

41. how many blankets on your bed? three.

42. describe your kitchen plates: basic white plates from ikea and giant tiger.

43. describe your kitchen at the moment: clean.

44. do you have a favorite alcoholic drink? red wine and skinnygirl.

45. do you play cards? used to. can play go fish.

46. what color is your car? sky blue.

47. can you change a tire? nope.

48. your favorite state or province? province, i’m happy with mine (ontario). State wise: would be a tie between Florida and California. WDW is there and there’s no snow~

49. favorite job you’ve had? can’t say.

tagging: anyone who wants to do this :D

#tagging meme

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denkiillgetmochiwyou · 4 years

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Here's a prompt list to get me started on my fanfics

1. "You're too cute"

2. "Are you serious right now?"

3. "That's not the answer, [name]"

4. "Can you tone down the violence please? I'm trying to watch [a movie, show, mv]"

5. "You're a pain"

6. "But you love me"

7. "Ha ha, you're so funny I almost choked"

8. "That's inappropriate"

9. "It's 2am and I just wanted to get my kiss goodnight"

10. "Shut up I don't believe you"

11. "My standard is here, he's up there. Of course he's out of my league"

12. "What did you just say?"

13. "You're a fool"

14. "Stop staring, you're making me/her/him shy"

15. "You see me and turn as if you don't know me"

16. "People who talk too much always die in movies"

17. "Watch out, you're about to get murdered. And no, I won't be making it look like accident"

18. "Come back to bed"

19. "Stop pushing me away"

20. "Thank you.. for loving me"

21. "My biggest mistake was you/befriending you"

22. "The truth hurts, doesn't it?"

23. "I'm not your coat rack, carry your own fucking bag"

24. "How do I tell someone I like them but also that I killed their goldfish?"

25. "Suddenly, I regret all the cruel words I've said to you"

26. "I got a haircut/dyed my hair, thanks for noticing"

27. "Just tell me you hate me so I can leave in peace"

28. "Oh my god, we're one of those couples aren't we? Ew, let's break up"

29. "Permission to kiss you?"

30. "In front of everyone?"

31. "Can you sing for me?"

32. "You're voice is the most beautiful thing I've ever heard"

33. "I don't lie.. okay, maybe I do"

34. "Love scared me"

35. "Have you ever thought about what it would be like? You and me?"

36. "Come cuddle me"

37. "You're all I think about"

38. "I can't help it, I'm in love with you"

39. "Just because I love you doesn't mean I'm letting you off the hook"

40. "I want you all to myself"

41. "I hate being selfish but I really don't want to share you"

42. "Stay awake with me?"

43. "The stars are pretty" "I guess, but you're so much prettier"

44. "Can I take you on a date?"

45. "You met in a cafe?"

46. "I deny all claims. I'm not the one in the wrong"

47. "Don't look at me. Look at [name]" "What? What did I do?"

48. "I'm in love with you"

49. "Come sit on my lap, babygirl/boy"

50. "Kiss me you idiot"

51. "I just want to fall asleep beside you"

52. "You.. love me?"

53. "I'm sorry"

54. "I can't do this anymore"

55. "So.. you cheated?" "Its Monopoly. Calm down"

56. "Stop laughing, its not that funny" "It is though"

57. "How can you love me when I'm like this?"

58. "I'd fight for you" "And I'd fight you"

59. ".. Please put your shirt on"

60. "Stop fucking laughing, I'm not the one who decided to put the cereal on the highest shelf!"

61. "Can I buy you a drink?"

62. "Do I know you?"

63. "No I did not plant the mistletoe, stop accusing me of such blasphemy and just kiss me already"

64. "Do you believe in soulmates?"

65. "So, it was you huh?"

66. "No one ever stays. Why are you any different?"

67. "Do not skip that song. I will kill you"

68. "Keep your filthy hands away from my fries"

69. "Get out of my kitchen"

70. "The last time you did that [name] broke a finger"

71. "I'll always choose you"

72. "That's cute and all but can I have my phone back?"

73. "You're tall, I'm short I get it. Just give me my phone!"

74. "I don't want to be just friends"

75. "You.. thought I loved them? I don't - I love you"

76. "Why are you smiling like that?"

77. "You have a secret warship corner? Of me?"

78. "I didn't ask questions.."

79. "You think you're so smart don't you?"

80. "I'm not above blackmail"

81. "Speak of this and you're a dead man/woman"

82. ".. I didn't hate it"

83. "If I can, after drinking enough alcohol to knock out a Russian solider, muster enough courage to call and confess to you the least you could do is pick up"

84. "I'm like Cupid" "Cupid's an angel, you're no angel"

85. "I don't understand how I managed to fuck so much up in a hour and a half"

86. "I'll get him later"

87. "Turn around"

88. "I love you"

89. "Huh. It worked"

90. "Not the point here, guys"

91. "Are you sighing and judging me through the phone right now?"

92. "Maybe I did/am, so what?"

93. ".. It sounds worse when you say it like that"

94. "I honestly wish I could say I'm surprised"

95. "Watching you make your own decision is much more amusing than I thought it would be"

96. "We're plotting your demise"

97. "Wow. Damn. Okay"

98. "Well since you're literally falling for me, it's hard to say no"

99. "Worth it."

100. "I'm still trying to decide if that was a compliment or an insult.."

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lgbtyrus · 5 years

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Two Exes on Mars

Part 2/?

Words: 2,566

Amber walked into TJ’s bedroom that night asking, “What was that about?”

“What was what about?” TJ asked her, looking up from his desktop. He wasn’t even covering the fact that he was looking at picture of Cyrus. Amber sighed and walked over behind him as he kept clicking.

“Why did you ask Buffy about Cyrus?”

“Because you won’t tell me about Cyrus.”

“It’s not my place. I worked hard to build my relationship with Cyrus, and I wasn’t going to let you throw it away.”

“I just want to know if he’s okay. You won’t even give me that much,” TJ sighed, clicking through Hanukah photos.

“Why do you even want to know, TJ?” Amber asked him. She’s always been mad at TJ for dumping Cyrus, no doubt. Especially because they both still loved each other. “You completely broke his heart.”

TJ didn’t say anything before whispering, “I’m sure he’s fine now.”

“You don’t know that, actually,” Amber said, angry at her brother. Talking about Cyrus always led to both of them fighting or both of them crying. He couldn’t guess where this was going to lead to.

“Because you won’t tell me,” TJ reminded her, continuing to click through New Years Eve photo. It was Their sophomore year of high school when someone had taken a picture of them kiss. It was one of the many pictures that broke his ribcage and punched his heart.

“You don’t deserve to know, TJ,” Amber rolled her eyes, sitting down on his bed. TJ knew this was going to take a while.

“I still think of him every day. I don’t even know if I’ve gotten any better. I somehow always hope that I could run into him at MSU or see his face when I’m walking through Shadyside during visits, but I haven’t seen him since graduation.”

“He’s in California living his best life.”

“So he’s happy there?” TJ asked her, turning to look at her. There was a photo of Cyrus with their late cat Macaroni on his lap on his screen currently.

“I wouldn’t know,” Amber shrugged.

“Don’t you still talk to him like once a week?” TJ asked her, frowning. “Why won’t you tell me, Amber?”

“I already said that it’s not my place, TJ,” Amber said. “If Cyrus wanted you to know how he’s doing, he’d respond to your messages that you are too scared to send.”

“You can’t just text your ex out of the blue and ask how they’re doing Amber,” TJ rolled his eyes.

“Me and Jonah are literally best friends,” Amber rolled her eyes more dramatically to mock him.

“That happened years ago, though.”

“Okay then,” Amber crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow, “wait years.” TJ glared at her before going back to his desktop, continuing to go through photos. He found one of him and Cyrus at the swings. Andi took them on a weekend she came down to visit, so they looked professional. TJ printed a few of the pictures from this day out, and they were currently in a box in the attic of his home.

“I think I made a mistake, Amber,” TJ sighed, once he landed on his all time favorite photo. It was him and Cyrus at junior prom, slow dancing in their matching tuxedos. His eyes teared up just looking at it.

“I know you did, TJ,” Amber remorselessly said. “I don’t know how you thought breaking up was going to hurt less than doing long distance.”

“Is it always going to hurt?” TJ asked her, staring at other prom photos.

“Considering you let go of the guy who was probably your soulmate, yeah. It will.”

Winter break came along Cyrus was finally back in Shadyside. Amber was literally holding TJ hostage in his room, not letting him leave. She stood below his chin, but his fear of hurting her was the only reason why he just didn’t barge past her.

“You are not leaving this house, Tom Jacob,” she said, holding her arms out.

“First of all, it’s not that,” TJ rolled his eyes, “second of all, I’m not going to go see Cyrus.”

“Do you take me for a fool, Thomas Jose?” Amber scoffed, looking up to give him a dirty look. TJ didn’t bother to look at her. He kept his head looking up as she continued to scold him, “You have made no attempt to leave this house the entire four days you’ve been here, but you hear me, on a private phone call with Cyrus that he’s going to come back home today and all of the sudden, you shower?”

“I shower every day, Amber.”

“You know that’s not my point, Tyler Jackson!”

“You don’t remember what TJ stands for, do you?” TJ asked her, still not making eye contact.

“Of course not,” Amber told him. “But still, you’re not leaving this house to go crush all the progress you and Cyrus have made.”

“I just want to have a conversation with him, Amber,” TJ said, trying to blink away the tears that were forming before she noticed. That would be terrible.

“About what? ‘Oh hi, Cyrus,’” Amber started to mock his voice, “’I just wanted to see how you were doing after I got your heart and dragged it through the dirt!’”

“Okay, Amber!” TJ yelled and look at her. “That’s enough.” Amber and him looked each other in the eye, and Amber was clearly trying to figure out if he was tearing up. TJ wasn’t exactly a sensitive person but certain topics like Cyrus let the waterworks unscrew.

Amber didn’t say anything else before making her way out of the room and saying, “If you want to see him, at least text him first. Give him the option to say no.”

His door shut close and TJ laid back on his bed, rubbing his face roughly. He didn’t have Cyrus on social media anymore, and he had his number still, but he doesn’t know if it’s changed or if Cyrus blocked it. He hasn’t texted him since that one time he replied to him saying goodnight. Out of all of the nights since the breakup, that was the worst one. He still loved him with his entire being that night. He probably still did.

TJ took out his phone and looked for Cyrus Goodman. He’s been wanting to this for months, but he still didn’t know what to say.

TJ: Hey

That’s it? TJ wondered. Hey is all I can say after all I did?

TJ: I know this is out of the blue. I just wanted to know how you’re doing.

For almost an hour, TJ laid in his bed, listening to music. Spotify was really the only social media type of thing he had Cyrus on, and he often saw that he would listen to music they had dance parties to or napped to. It was how he knew Cyrus was feeling and boy, was he often listening to his sad music playlist.

Cyrus: I’m fine. I just got home.

TJ’s heart beat went out of control. He didn’t know if he was going to get a text back, but he also didn’t plan for what to do with himself if he replied. He didn’t even know what he wanted out of this conversation. He wanted Cyrus, but he wasn’t sure what side of Cyrus.

TJ: Glad you’re home safe.

TJ couldn’t think of anything else to say.

Cyrus: Are you home too or??

TJ: Ya I’ve been in Shadyside for a few days already.

Cyrus: What have you been doing this whole time?

TJ: Nothing tbh. I’ve just been home.

Cyrus: Want to do something?

TJ did not think this was going to happen. TJ did not think Cyrus would even ask to see him. He was wondering if Andi and Buffy were coaching him text at that very moment. No. Buffy would kill both of us before we ever met up. What is Cyrus thinking?

TJ: They need help passing out toys in West Shadyside at the Elk’s tonight at 6. I volunteered. You wanna come with or do something else later? I figure you’re tired.

Cyrus: No that sounds fun I’m down

TJ: Okay I’ll pick you up at 5:30.

Cyrus: See you then

TJ had three hours to get out of bed and get ready, but he didn’t move until he only had thirty minutes let before having to pick up Cyrus. He also didn’t want Amber to see him, either, so he waited for her 5PM nap. He really couldn’t lie to her now.

He got out of bed and dressed himself in clothes that have been sitting in his closet for a while. While changing, he recognized a white shirt hanging up with a T-Rex on it and realized that was one of Cyrus’ favorite shirts. He had wanted to give him back that and a few other things after the breakup, but he never found it in him to go to him. He felt like he would just succumb and beg him to take him back. He still had no idea what was going to happen when they sat in the car for a while.

TJ grabbed the shirt before heading downstairs and going to his car. He might have not been at Cyrus’ in a while, but he definitely had the route stitched in his heart. His heart pounded faster and faster in his chest as he approached the house where so much happened. He had been wanting this for roughly 8 months, but he never thought to prepare himself.

He pulled up to the driveway and before he could text him, Cyrus was already walking to his car. Everything on the inside and outside of his body burned. And he felt like throwing up. But at the same time, he wanted to kiss him hello. TJ unlocked the car and Cyrus sat inside, the tension rising above what they were used to.

“Hey, Cyrus,” TJ said, failing to sound as casual as possible.

“Thelonius,” Cyrus said. TJ couldn’t help but let out a sharp laugh as he pulled out of the drive way. “How’s MSU?”

“Fun. Exhausting. College basketball was fun in theory, but it drains me. I get a math tutor for every assignment I have to do. It’s a little embarrassing.”

“I don’t think it’s embarrassing. You’re going to school for free to do what you love, and this is just a small part of it.”

“I guess you’re right,” TJ told Cyrus as they passed by a park they would have dates at. It looked so shady at night with its flickering lights and thin blanket of snow. “How’s California?”

“I like it there,” Cyrus said. “I’m glad I went.” TJ’s heart felt a weird pang, and he didn’t like it.

TJ whispered, “Me, too.”

“Their theatre program is great, and I get to do a lot of writing. Still don’t know if I’m more journalism or screenwriting, though.”

“Still planning on doing a script about society on mars?”

“I’m halfway done with it. I’m thinking a two hour movie? Hopefully I use it as my senior thesis.”

“Really?” TJ smiled. Cyrus had been wanting to write a script about Mars for the longest time, he was just always busy. “I’m so happy for you.”

“Thanks, Teej,” Cyrus said softly. It made TJ’s heart melt and if they had still been together, he’s positive he would’ve pulled over right now and proposed to him. “So why did you volunteer?”

“Amber and I were going to do it together because we would get toys from here when we were little, but she’s mad at me right now, so yeah,” TJ said, shrugging slightly.

“Why is she mad?”

“I kept asking questions about you, and she told me to just ask you myself.”

“Which you did.”

“I did. She does not know I’m with you right now actually. I don’t think she would’ve let me leave the house if she knew I was coming to pick you up.”

“Why?” Cyrus chuckled.

“I don’t know. I think she feels the need to protect you.” Cyrus sighed, and TJ knew he rolled his eyes without looking at him.

“Everyone thinks I need protecting like in middle school. I can take care of myself, thank you very much.”

“I know, Cyrus. You’ve always been able to.”

After handing out toys to over 300 kids in Shadyside, TJ and Cyrus walked out of the event, shoulders touching. TJ knew this was the most dangerous game to play, but he’s never exactly been anti-adrenaline. He wondered what Cyrus was thinking the whole night because according to a few words he said, Buffy and Andi had told him to ignore his text message completely.

“Want to go get a breakfast dinner?” TJ asked him as he unlocked the car. Out of habit, he opened the door for Cyrus who got in without saying anything.

“Take me there,” Cyrus said before shutting the door. TJ got in the car before taking off to a diner nearby. It was barely 9PM.

“Do you still have a curfew?” TJ asked him.

“Honestly,” Cyrus turned to look at him, “I have no idea. I just told my parents I’d be back without saying where or with who I was going. They haven’t texted me. Is this adulthood?”

“Probably.”

“Where are we going?”

“Jo Anne’s.”

“Wow. I haven’t been there in maybe two years?”

“Really? Me and Amber go eat there all the time when I’m down here.”

“How often do you come home?”

“At least once a month since school started. I’d come over every weekend if I could, but basketball hasn’t really let me. Maybe next semester I might. I got Fridays off, so I could just come Thursday afternoons.”

“Isn’t it a two hour drive to and from?”

“An hour and a half if you take the cuts. Less if there’s nobody else and you speed a little.”

“You’re going to get pulled over one day.”

“It’s fine,” TJ told him, grinning.

“Okay, but don’t say I didn’t tell you so when you’re in jail,” Cyrus looked over at him and gave him a smile. They were walking like they did when they were dating. Why did he let him go so easily? He wanted to lean over and kiss him so bad.

When they got to the diner, they sat across from each other. The waitress brought TJ a coffee and Cyrus a hot cocoa, promising that their orders would be ready in less than 20. TJ’s leg was dancing up and down while Cyrus sat calmly across from his, his hands folded on top of the table while he looked out the window.

“Why did you break up with me?” Cyrus asked quietly.

“Cyrus,” TJ whispered, feeling his heart rip in two.

“I just want to know the real reason, TJ,” Cyrus looked at him. “The real reason.”

“There is no real reason,” TJ shook his head. “Just what I told you when we broke up.”

“Was it worth it for you at least?” Cyrus asked him. TJ bit his lip and looked down at his coffee as if it would tell him how to say.

“No,” TJ looked up at him and frowned. Without thinking it twice, he confessed, “I still love you.”

Part 2!! I don’t know if I want to do a really angst filled ending or just end it on part three with what I have building up. I’ll see as I write lmao. Also thank ya’ll for reading this fun little thing. Here’s the tag list! Let me know if you want to be added or removed! <3

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nicolejopia · 4 years

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Performance Task

Pre-test

1. What do you mean by the word Privilege?

2. What do you think is the job of news reporter and documentarian?

3. In your own opinion do you think it is right to rally in times of pandemic?

4. Define the word Frontliners.

5. Who are considered frontliners?

A. Medical personnel

B. Food Delivery Driver

C. Wet Market Vendors

D. All of the above

Privilege

How do you define privilege people? a thousand square meters house? Designer bags? luxury cars? huge amount of money in different bank accounts? capability to eat at a fancy restaurants which the amount of their tip to the waiter is the same amount as their bill?or what about the people who are able to eat three times a day without leaving the four corners of their house? Or the ones who are on the top of the triangle?

I am laying on my soft and comfortable bed with my breakfast ready on my side table when I decided to watch the news with our 75 inches tv. Its 4:00 o'clock in the morning and I need to wake up this early to go to work. The news is outrageous and very stressful, I said to myself. My name is Seri Janica Davila I am working as a news reporter && a documentarian here in the Philippines for eight and a half year. In that period of time I was able to build my own house, buy two luxury car, save money, raise my three kids on my own and send them at an exclusive school. I got divorce with my husband 6 years ago and never heard anything from him since that and started raising our three kids without asking not even a single centavo from my him. I guess that was really the essence of being a woman continuing to go && grow without needing a man in their lives.

It was now 4:30 in the morning and I need to get my day ready I'm done preparing food for my kids and so I can now leave the house. I been doing this for almost 9 years I can say its really exhausting but this is really my passion. Witnessing peoples daily lives, understanding their reasons and knowing how social status affects. It is a very frustrating job however when you get use it you'll realizes that there are things you're not in control, You can report it, you can flash it on national television but still when those higher officials don't give a single damn about them, the poorest ones will still remain at the bottom. Just like the usual poverty really sucks.

I arrived 5: 35 am at the GMA building I was on time. Today is the 1st week of the community quarantine at the whole vicinity of Luzon. I wait orders from my superior and they told me I will be in one of the border of metro manila while I was on the way I can see people walking and looking so tired when it fact it is only 5:50 am which supposed to be just the start of their day. I can see people waiting for buses, traffic enforcers giving reminders of social distancing, taho vendor who seems to be so weak, and the face of different frustrated employees who desperately wants to make it to their work. On the other hand I also saw silk-stocking people bulk-buying grocery items coming out from SnR. The world is crazy I sadly utter to myself.

It was 6:45 am when I finally headed to my destination. I hear people different opinions and sentiments. A jeepney driver who is being interrogated by the police caught my attention, I hurriedly go towards them with my microphone on my left hand and my cellphone on my right hand and I urgently call my camera man to go with me. I asked one of the police men whats happening he said " Ang kulit e sabi ng wala munang babiyahe hanggat may quarantine, Eto naman si manong sige pa rin sa pasada hindi mapagsabihan " The jeepney driver heard him and he said " pag hindi po ako kumayod wala po kaming kakainin pano naman po yung pamilya ko pano kami mahirap lang kami hindi kami pwede tumunganga sa bahay mamatay kami sa gutom " he was in tears and so I was. He's right, how about them? How about those isang kayod isang tuka? How about the people who are in what we called "laylayan ng lipunan"? How about the vendors? The drivers? They are the one who are much by affected by this situation.

My phone rings it is my boss is I answered it and he told that there's a rally at Quezon City, We hurriedly go to the exact location, In 18 mins we arrived, I could'nt help but to stare at them. They are mad, no they were not mad, mad is too shallow to describe they were furious. The AFP showed-up and the people began to run others successfully escaped but the others are caught. They are shouting "bigas lang po" "asan na ang ayuda" "ilang araw na kaming naghihintay bakit wala pa ding tulong". They are yelling for help, asking officials to remember them. That mess was heart breaking they were just asking for a little help yet the laws are not fair to everyone.

It was 11:57 in the evening I was about to sleep when someone knocks on my door. It was my sister who just got home from work asking for a phone charger. "I left my charger at the hospital can I borrow yours?" she said and sat on my bed. "Sure" I answered, and quickly look for my charger, "How's work" I asked, "Exhausting and frustrating, those senators and higher officials wants themselves to be priority for testing. They are'nt even PUI's nor PUM's yet they want to get tested." Shes a Doctor at Makati Medical Hospital for 9 years. "Those privilege people always wants to put themselves first before others, they are selfish as hell. People are dying and they're still thinking of their own sake yet they called themselves leaders and frontliners. They are the worst virus in our country." She added, You can see how exasperated she is by the she talks. "I need to get some rest, Goodnight" She utter and then left my room. She left me hangging. How can those self-centered individuals sleep tight at night thinking that our country is suffering from pandemic and people are lack in food yet they have the guts to think first of themselves. Our Doctors and their constituents are dying yet one of them have the guts to walk through SnR and go for shopping and even go to hospital to accompany her pregnant wife. I mean, who the fuck do you think you are.

It was 2:00 in the morning and I couldnt sleep it feels like I need to do something. I browse my phone and an idea come up to my mind "why not raise a fund?" I told myself. I urgently posted my idea and a lot of people are willing to donate I was so thankful that people wants to help in this midst of calamity. I raise a fund of 3 million pesos and turned it into a groceries. I asked my neighbors and friends to help me in repacking. After 2 days were done and ready for distribution. We gave the grocery items to the poorest one and to those who needed it the most like the beggars, scavengers, drivers and we also do house to house distribution. Their smiles are priceless even though its just a little help they are still grateful and smiling from ear to ear.

It was 9:40 pm and Im finally home. I am eating my dinner alone cause my kids are at sleep and my sister isnt home yet when i decided to browse my social media account. People on the internet are arguing the dds and anti. I continue scrolling reading and reading. When one post pop up to my news feed " One netizen ask me for help pang kain lang daw may apat daw syang anak nahihirapan na daw sila lol hindi ko obligasyon buhayin kayo" that was the post I just read coming from a famous vlogger who are earning half a million in just a month. I roll my eyes "wow this ill-mannered && inconsiderate human have the audacity to shame?? didnt your momma taught how to have helping hand??" i freakingly talking to myself.

In this cruel world I hope people can have each other. I hope we can be an extension of blessing. Set aside our selfishness instead we should have a heart that will always care for the others. A little humanity and compassion will do to surpass any circumstances that China, the universe rather may throw to us.

Its been exactly a month since this pandemic started in our country. The number of cases arises and there is still no concrete solution to this calamity. It will be a long run, I hope our frontliners won't get tired in solving this. To our Nations frontliners, Thank you so much && Keep safe! 🖤

Post-test

1. According to the story, What is the essence of being a woman?

2. Why does the sister of Serica Janica becomes frustrated and exasperated by the higher officials?

3. Why does narrator said that it was cruel world?

4. Do you think laws are unfair?

5. What is the mood of the story?

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strawori · 5 years

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Between Skateboards and Guitars - Chapter 9 | Elu

Summary: “ There was something about this guy skating, alone and so well, that had Eliott frozen on his spot and unable to take his eyes away from him.”

Or, the one where Eliott is a guitarist and when he goes to the park to play he meets Lucas a skater that mesmerizes him from the first moment.

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can also be read on my ao3 @ invisible_slytherin

Friday night after dinner, Eliott decided to catch up on a tv show he had had to stop following when his tests had started and school work had been piling up.

He laid in bed with a blanket over him and his laptop in front of him, head in a pillow that smelt slightly of Lucas' shampoo and just watched it without thinking about anything else at all. A chill night was exactly what Eliott had been in need of lately.

When the tv show ended, it wasn't even midnight and therefore, it was still too early for Eliott to go to sleep. So, he picked up the book he had been reading for some weeks now and settled in bed again to read at least some chapters. He hadn't expected for it to be so compelling that he wasn't able to put it down until he reached the end, though. And, by that time, it was already way past 2am.

He put on his pyjamas and brushed his teeth quickly, sleep catching up with him. Then, he turned off the lights to finally go to sleep.

He laid in bed under the covers and sighed when he felt all his muscles relax. His eyes closed, but, instead of sleep taking over him, the thoughts of Lucas that were inside of him, the memories and fantasies invaded him.

The small stripe of moonlight coming from the window hit the drawing Eliott had put up on the wall earlier and his eyes following it, not able to look away from the hedgehog. Everything was making him think of Lucas, the drawing, the smell on his pillow, the feelings that were still lingering on his body, and he wasn't able to fall asleep.

In an impulsive movement, Eliott reached out and grabbed his phone from the nightstand. It was late and Lucas was probably already asleep by now, but Eliott wouldn't feel right if, after their afternoon together, he didn't send a goodnight message at the very least. He knew he didn't have to do it, but he still felt this desire within him to send something, say something, connect with Lucas one last time before going to sleep.

To Lucas:

Goodnight!

He pondered whether or not to add a heart emoji at the end, he wasn't sure if he wanted to be completely straightforward or not. He didn't want to come off too strongly in case that made Lucas feel uncomfortable in any way.

But then he thought back to their afternoon, he remembered the look on Lucas' face when they had talked, remembered his soft eyes and reassuring presence. And, really, there was no reason why he should feel insecure about sending Lucas a heart emoji. There was no reason to feel insecure about being straightforward. So, he added the little heart to the end of his message and sent it without dwelling on it anymore.

To his surprise, an answer came through not even one minute later. Eliott supposed that he shouldn't be too shocked that Lucas was awake at this time of the night. It's not something completely unusual for people and he was awake too, after all. Despite that, it did feel incredibly nice to have Lucas answer him in the middle of the night. It made Eliott feel closer to him even though they were each at their own house.

From Lucas:

Goodnight Eliott ❤️

Eliott couldn't keep the giddy smile that appeared on his face while reading the text. He locked his phone and brought it to his chest, sighing in content and closing his eyes in happiness. He felt a certain disbelief at the way Lucas could make him feel with just a goodnight text; such a simple gesture from Lucas made him feel more than anyone ever had before. And it felt great. It felt amazing to have someone on his mind right before going to sleep and it felt even better to know that he was probably on Lucas' mind too.

With that, Eliott was finally able to put his phone down on the nightstand and sleep. He felt warm with the sheets and blanket around him, but the physical warmth couldn't compare to the warmth he felt inside at the mere memory of Lucas' arms around him just hours before.

***

Confusion was the first thing Eliott felt when he woke up on Saturday morning. That, and tiredness. He felt like he had only slept a few hours, entirely too little to have rested properly.

It didn't register right away that what had woken him up had been his phone ringing with a new text. Eliott groaned, sleepy and tired, ready to ignore it and go back to sleep. It was Saturday morning and what could be so important that that would warrant him leaving his bed when he had only slept for a few hours? Nothing.

He was almost asleep again when his phone buzzed and rang again, twice and then one more time. Whoever was texting him was being awfully stubborn.

He huffed and buried his face in the pillow before stretching his arm and grabbing his phone from the nightstand, ready to tell whichever one of his friends that had decided this was a good idea to go annoy someone else.

He rubbed his eyes to get the bleariness caused by sleep from them and felt a sudden need to scream build up inside of him when the number 7:13 glared at him from his screen. Way too early.

The idea of telling whoever it was that had been texting him to go annoy someone else, however, flew out the window when he saw the name Lucas at the top of his notifications. There was actually something, someone, more important than sleep.

Eliott blinked. He knew Lucas had gone to sleep as late as he did, at least, so, what was he doing awake already? The truth was, Eliott couldn't tell Lucas to fuck off, not Lucas. He opened the messages and frowned at the words.

From Lucas:

Do you want to hang out?

That was the text that had woken up Eliott, the three next ones had come through just two minutes afterwards.

From Lucas:

Fuck I don't even know if you're awake

Sorry

Shit I'll stop now

Despite himself, Eliott could feel a fond smile appearing on his face. Lucas was an idiot, there was no way around it. Not when he kept texting Eliott after probably realizing how early it was, only so that he could apologize for the mistake he kept repeating.

A small part of himself was rolling its eyes and telling him he was so whipped that he wasn't even mad about being awakened anymore. He wanted to disagree with that part of himself, but he really couldn't since it was the truth. If it had been anyone else texting him, Eliott would have been mad and he would have sent an unamused text back before going back to sleep. But it was Lucas and Eliott didn't only not feel mad, but he also knew that there was no way he would be sending an unamused text or even go back to sleep when Lucas wants to hang out with him.

To Lucas:

Good morning to you too

I was sleeping yes, but now I'm awake thanks to you

Do you still want to hang out?

He held the blankets tighter around himself and bit the fingernail of his thumb while he waited for an answer. It was stupid to be this nervous to ask Lucas if he still wanted to hang out when the other boy had been the one reaching now just mere moments ago. Eliott knew that, but he couldn't help himself.

From Lucas:

I'm so sorry for waking you up

I still want to but if you still want to sleep don't worry

Eliott shook his head with a smile. Lucas might be an idiot, but he was sweet as hell and Eliott would be lying through his teeth if he said he didn't like it and didn't want to see more of it. He would even be lying if he said he would mind waking up every day at 7am if it was with a text from Lucas.

To Lucas:

Don't worry Lucas, it's fine

And where do you want to meet?

From Lucas:

The café we went to the other day?

I'll pay you breakfast as an apology for waking you up

To Lucas:

It's a deal then

I'll be there in 30

Eliott put his phone down on the nightstand again and buried himself in the bed for a few more minutes. The bed was still very comfortable and inviting and he still wanted to sleep some more, but he knew Lucas would be waiting for him and he didn't want to leave him waiting. Being with Lucas seemed even better than staying in bed, anyway.

He yawned and stretched his arms and legs before throwing the blankets off of himself and getting up. The floor was cold beneath his feet and he had made the mistake of leaving the window open, making the whole room a bit too cold now. He hurried to get some clothes and almost ran to the bathroom to take a warm shower.

He tried to be fast in there so that he wouldn't leave Lucas waiting for too long. And also because he wanted to be with him as soon as possible, even if they had been together for the whole afternoon just the day before. He had had fun and he had loved spending time with him so much that now he just wanted more.

When he left the bathroom, showered, with his teeth brushed and dressed, he quickly went to his room to get his phone, his wallet and his jacket before going down the stairs, ready to leave.

When he got downstairs, however, his mom was already in the kitchen, looking through the door with a raised eyebrow, waiting for him.

"Good morning," she said, surprised that he was ready to go outside early on a Saturday morning.

Unlike himself, it wasn't unusual to see her awake this early. She was an early bird and had stated on multiple occasions that her favourite part of the day was the morning.

"Morning," he said, moving to kiss the top of her head.

"Where are you going so early on a Saturday morning?" She asked.

"I'm meeting a friend for breakfast."

"A friend…" she nodded, a playful look in her eyes while she took a sip of her cup. "Might it be the friend you and your dad were talking about the other day?"

Things between his parents had lightened up a little during the past days. They were still far from perfect, there was still some unsolved business, but they had talked to each other and Eliott was very glad for that. He didn't know how long it would last, but he had faith that it would be for a longer period than the last time they had had a fallout.

"It is him," Eliott laughed. "How did you know?"

"You wouldn't get up this early with that smile on your face for just anyone."

Eliott nodded. It was true and his mother knew him better than anyone. It really wasn't that surprising that she would have guessed who he was going to be meeting up.

"Can't say you're wrong."

"You better go, then. I don't want you to keep your boy waiting."

"Not my boy yet," was what Eliott said with a wink before kissing her cheek and leaving the kitchen to put his sneakers on and go meet Lucas.

***

Eliott got to the coffee shop almost on time. In his defence, he had arrived only five minutes after he said he would and it had only happened because there had been a little girl walking her puppy on his street and he hadn't been able to stop himself from bending down a petting it for a little. Now, he just hoped that Lucas was still at the café and that he wasn't annoyed that he had had to wait.

"Sorry I took so long," was the first thing Eliott said when he sat at the table where Lucas already was.

He was wearing a grey hoodie and a dark blue jacket over it. He looked great, beautiful, and Eliott never wanted to stop looking at him.

"It's alright. I didn't wait that long," Lucas shrugged. "And, anyway, I should be the one apologizing for waking you up."

"You already apologized for that," Eliott waved him off.

A waiter came to ask for their requests then. They asked for two croissants and two cups of coffee and the guy wrote it down before departing with a smile and a promise to be quick.

"What were you doing up so early, anyway?" Eliott turned to Lucas.

"I-" he seemed to hesitate slightly before talking. "I have insomnia. That's why I go to the park so early in the morning or so late at night most of the time. I couldn't sleep today and I left the house like all the other days."

Eliott nodded, worried about Lucas. He had been so distracted with everything else about Lucas before that he had never really noticed the small dark circles under his eyes and he was more than sorry for that. There was no way of going back now, though, and Eliott would make sure that he was there for Lucas and would support him through anything from now on. And that he would pay more attention.

"I did go to the park like I usually do," Lucas continued, eyes directly on Eliott's now. "But then I couldn't stop thinking of you. I wanted to see you again. I didn't even notice the time and just texted you."

Eliott shifted his eyes to the table for a second, a smile spreading on his face. The way Lucas was speaking, soft and gentle and careful, was doing things to Eliott's heart and he wanted to reach across the table and just hold him.

"I usually don't like when people wake me up too early," Eliott said, smile widening when he saw the slightly panicked look that was starting to appear on Lucas' face. "But, I must say, I don't mind waking up at ridiculous hours in the morning as long as it's by you."

The panicked frown on Lucas' face disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. Eliott heard him take in a sharp intake of breath and gulp, looking as affected by the conversation as Eliott was feeling.

The waiter came back with their breakfast and the two of them averted their eyes from each other to thank him before going back to interlocking their gazes. It was almost as if it was impossible to look away, as if a spell had hit and had made them unable to spend too long without staring into each other's eyes. There was nowhere else Eliott would rather be looking at.

"Why do you prefer going outside when you can't sleep, though?" Eliott asked, curious.

"Well, one of my roommates snores and I never really know at what time they will be awake. And, after a sleepless night, I always prefer to be alone," he paused to smile at Eliott. "Or with very specific people."

"Just so you know, I'm always willing to text or call or even meet up if you can't sleep."

"We don't need to both have a sleepless night, Eliott. And I have some medication now, it's not nearly as bad as it was before."

Eliott hesitated, not sure if he should ask what he wanted to ask if it would be overstepping. Lucas seemed to notice his uncertainty, though and he was quick to reassure him.

"You can ask me anything, Eliott," he reached out with the hand that wasn't holding his cup to hold Eliott's.

"How bad was it before?"

"Awful," he licked his lips before continuing talking. "I was very stressed and anxious about a lot of things. It wasn't a great time and my already bad sleeping schedule suffered from it. It got to the point where it took me hours to fall asleep, then I slept for like two and couldn't sleep anymore."

"I'm glad things are better now."

"They definitely are," Lucas looked at him, seemingly considering something. "At that time, things in my family weren't going well and then there was the pressure of school and I was just starting to come to terms with liking boys. It was everything at the same time and it was a very stressful time for me. "

Eliott sat up straighter, recognizing that Lucas was opening up to him and sharing little parts of himself with him. Lucas took a sip of his coffee and a bite off of his croissant before talking again.

"My mother has a mental illness, she thinks that it's the apocalypse and that Jesus sent her to save us all. It was hard and she was getting worse and then my father left us. That took its toll on her and she got even worse. It took its toll on me too because both those things just fell on me," he sighed. "There was a while when I blamed both of them for everything. I didn't talk to my mom and I avoided any kind of contact with my father as much as possible. Now, though, I go visit my mom a lot more times and my relationship with her is way better. With my dad, things are still very strained, but I don't think I really care anymore."

"I had no idea," Eliot breathed out, moving their hands so their fingers were intertwined and he could squeeze Lucas' hand.

Lucas just chuckled with a small, fond eye roll.

"How would you know? I had never told you before."

"Thank you for telling me."

Lucas just smiled and shrugged as if it wasn't all that important when, in reality, it meant the world to Eliott.

"Some people are worth opening up to."

Eliott recognized the sentence as the one he had said just the day before when their roles were reversed. He felt a shiver at the thought that Lucas listened to him so attentively that he had kept that sentence with him since then and squeezed his hand again.

"And that's why I'm living in a flat share and sometimes feel the need to leave the house," he joked.

"My door is always open for you."

Lucas raised an eyebrow, but the smile on his face showed how much Eliott saying that meant to him.

"I'll keep that in mind," he said softly.

He let go of Eliott's hand so both of them could go back to eating properly. To compensate for the lost contact though, he stretched one leg and hooked his foot around Eliott's leg, making sure they wouldn't stop touching.

"I'll have to introduce you to my parents soon, too," Eliott told him. "They've been asking."

"Talked about me, did you?"

"They didn't give me much of a choice. My dad saw me with you and wanted to know who you were. And I couldn't really keep myself from talking about you. Now, they want to meet the guy who stole their son's heart."

Eliott smirked as Lucas almost choked on his coffee. He hadn't even thought about saying that, but it had left his mouth without his permission and, in the face of Lucas' reaction, Eliott didn't mind at all.

"I-" he cleared his throat, voice a little higher pitched than usual. "I stole your heart?"

"As if you didn't already know, Lucas."

Lucas' face blushed, a red tint that made Eliott's blood rush with the desire to make it appear more times. But there was a confident light in his eyes that revealed the awareness of each other's feelings.

"It's always good to hear the words," was what he said.

They didn't say much more while they finished eating, their hearts as warm as their coffees. Their eyes were communicating enough. The fond, the softness, the curiosity, the longing and the desire. They were saying it all and, now, it was only a matter of time before Eliott and Lucas acted upon all those feelings. And just let go.

***

After they had finished their breakfast and paid, the two of them left the café, not really knowing what they would be doing next but knowing they wanted to spend more time together. Eliott reached out and grabbed Lucas' right hand, not thinking much about it now. It felt right and like second nature and Eliott would be damned if he stopped himself from any of this.

"Should we go to the park?" Lucas asked.

His skateboard was under his left arm and he was looking up at Eliott with a smile on his face and way more energy than he should have based on his lack of sleep. He looked cute and Eliott didn't know when he would be able to stop looking at him, if he would be able to stop looking at him.

"Let's just go to my house so I can grab my guitar and then we can go."

Lucas nodded.

"Ok. I do want to listen to you play."

Eliott laughed and tugged Lucas along by the hand. They almost ran through the streets, giddy with the feeling of being together, hands interlocked and loud laughs.

Being with Lucas and just spending time with him truly was what Eliott wanted to be doing for a long, long time. Spending time with Lucas felt natural like breathing; it felt freeing like swimming did. And Eliot had found a safe space among those feelings and, now, he didn't think he could ever let go of them.

"Do you want to come in?" He asked when they got to his house.

Lucas nodded and the two of them got inside the house, only let go of each other's hands so Eliott could search his pockets for the key and open the door.

"Eliott?" His mother called from inside the house when she heard him open the door.

He smiled a Lucas who looked a little startled as if he had forgotten the possibility of someone else being in the house, and grabbed his hand again so he could pull him to the living room where his mother was watching tv.

"Mom," he called.

She looked up at him and her smile widened when she saw the boy that was holding hands with her son. Lucas looked shy and careful, he was shuffling slightly on his feet and looking down, his palm sweaty against Eliott's.

"This is Lucas," Eliott introduced him.

"It's good to meet you, Lucas," she said gently, trying to ease the boy's nerves away. "I've heard a lot about you."

"It's good to meet you, too."

"I'm going to get my guitar and I'll be right back," Eliott told his mom.

He wasn't sure if he should go to his room and leave Lucas with his mom so soon. He didn't want Lucas to feel completely uncomfortable, but he knew that she wanted to talk to him and get to know him and, if things between them were going to work, then Eliott wanted Lucas to feel good with everyone in his family. And why not start now with this?

"I'll be right back," he repeated, this time looking at Lucas who seemed almost afraid.

Eliott smiled reassuringly at him and bent down to kiss his cheek, wanting to make sure he knew that he would be fine.

He left the living room, hearing his mother tell Lucas to sit and make himself feel at home. He knew she had it handled and that she would make sure Lucas was comfortable, so he hurried to his room.

He took a little longer in there than he usually would, wanting to give his mother and Lucas a chance to talk and get to know each other a little bit better. Therefore, only after some minutes, did he grab his guitar and music sheets and left the room.

Lucas was now sitting on the couch next to his mother. There was still a little flush to his cheeks, but he looked more comfortable and he was smiling. They had been saying something, but Eliott's arrival interrupted them. He felt almost tempted to say he had forgotten something just to leave them to talk again, since it seemed they were getting along well. But then Lucas smiled brightly at him and, selfishly, Eliott just wanted to be alone with him again.

“Should we go now?” He asked.

His mother smiled at him, an approving glint in her eyes that showed that she had liked Lucas and that she wanted to see more of him. Eliott felt relief course through him at that, not wanting anything more than to see all the important people in his life getting along with each other.

Lucas nodded and got up, walking up to Eliott and letting him wrap his arm around his shoulders.

“I'll see you soon, Lucas,” Eliott's mother said, still gentle.

“Definitely,” Lucas smiled at her and then looked up at Eliott, the smile widening and his eyes warming up even more.

“Bye, mom,” Eliott said, willing himself to take his eyes off of Lucas.

She smiled fondly at them and waved before they turned around and left the house.

“My mom invited me for lunch tomorrow,” Lucas said when they started walking on the sidewalk, Eliott's arm still around his shoulders.

“She liked you.”

“I'm glad. Things would be harder if she didn't.”

“What things?” Eliott asked teasingly, hand sliding up and down Lucas’ upper arm.

“Me dating you.”

Eliott raised an eyebrow.

“Since when are we dating?”

“Technically since our date,” Lucas said without missing a beat. “But, if you want to be formal about it, then…”

He interrupted himself and stopped both of them before Eliott could keep walking. He rested both his hands on Eliott's shoulders and raised on his tiptoes so he could rest his forehead against Eliott's.

“Eliott,” he breathed out. “Do you want to be my boyfriend?”

Eliott's breath faltered, eyes widened and his mouth opened a little. He hadn't been expecting this, not at all, not even a little. He was just teasing Lucas like he loved doing and now… now, Lucas was asking him to be his boyfriend and he couldn't believe it. Lucas was actually in front of him, hands gripping Eliott's shoulders, his forehead against Eliott's, eyes bright and honest and he wanted to be Eliott's boyfriend. And Eliott wanted nothing more than that.

"Lucas," he felt himself grin and leaned in to rub his nose against Lucas'. "Of course, I do."

Their voices were soft and low, no one outside their little bubble needing to hear what they were saying. But their smiles were loud and bright and they didn't care who saw them. They were happy and they were together. Truly together.

"There you have your formality…" Lucas laughed. "Boyfriend."

Lucas leaned in to kiss the corner of Eliott's mouth and Eliott raised his hands to touch his neck gently and caressed the skin with his thumbs. There was nowhere else he would rather be than right here, in this sidewalk, with Lucas in his arms and his breath grazing his face with every murmured word.

Nowhere he would rather than with his boyfriend.

Chapter 10

#skam france #skamfr #elu #lucas x eliott #fanfic

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Prompt List but it’s all Jonas Brothers lyrics

Ever wanted to write, but couldn’t find any unique prompts? This list is your savior. If you use this to write something, please tag me because I would LOVE to read it! Also feel free to send numbers in!!

Album 1: It’s About Time

1) “But she's the one that I need, that's what I go to school for” -What I Go to School For

2) “Time for me to lay down all my worries and I'll spread my wings” -Time for Me to Fly

3) “Everything I do, oh, brings me back to you” -One Day At a Time

4) “Cause I just can't seem to get you off my mind” -One Day At a Time

5) “Gotta take a chance and just ask for her number” -6 Minutes

6) “With her it's never wasted time” - Mandy

7) “You just don't know it, it's getting hard to say hello” -You Just Don’t Know It

8) “You won't see me break, won't make that mistake” -You Just Don’t Know It

9) “And if you don't like it, get with somebody else” -I Am What I Am

10) “She's always heard you won't amount to anything” -Underdog

11) “Dreaming 'bout you makes me feel alright” -7:05

12) “Don't keep telling me that you're sorry now” -7:05

13) “All our hopes and our dreams will come true” -Please Be Mine

14) “Can't stop my heart from calling you” -Please Be Mine

Album 2: Jonas Brothers

15) “I gave my all for you, now my heart's in two” -S.O.S.

16) “There's more to life than just to live” -Hold On

17) “Don’t give up on love” -Hold On

18) “I feel like we have fallen apart” -Goodnight and Goodbye

19) “I've been missing you, it's true” -Hello Beautiful

20) “Cause I could go across the world, and see everything and never be satisfied, if I couldn't see those eyes” -Hello Beautiful

21) “It might've hurt worse to hear you say, I'm leaving, goodbye” -Still in Love With You

22) “And I'll wait for her to come, she won't break my heart” -Australia

23) “She's my dream girl” -Australia

24) “Will you care when I'm gone and it's done and I've really had enough?” -Games

25) “Dreams can't take the place of loving you” -When You Look Me in the Eyes

26) “When you look me in the eyes, I catch a glimpse of heaven” -When You Look Me in the Eyes

27) “You're the light that makes my darkness disappear” -When You Look Me in the Eyes

28) “We can stop for hours, just staring at the stars” -Inseparable

29) “You're still holding all of my heart” -Inseparable

30) “It's cool we're just friends” -Just Friends

31) “Everyone knows it's meant to be, falling in love, just you and me” -Just Friends

Album 3: A Little Bit Longer

32) “I think that you and me would be a great couple” -BB Good

33) “Can't hold myself back, high heels, red dress, all by yourself, gotta catch my breath” -Burnin’ Up

34) “Walk in the room, all I can see is you” -Burnin’ Up

35) “You know me better than I know myself” -Shelf

36) “Took my love and threw it on the ground” -One Man Show

37) “I finally found the missing part of me” -Lovebug

38) “I never thought that I'd catch this lovebug again” -Lovebug

39) “I can't get your smile out of my mind” -Lovebug

40) “Every single word's been said, broke each other's hearts again” -Tonight

41) “I don't wanna fall asleep 'cause I don't know if I'll get up” -Can’t Have You

42) “If you really don't care, then say it to my face” -Pushin’ Me Away

43) “I realize I let you down, told you that I'd be around” -Sorry

44) “I'm sorry for breaking all the promises that I wasn't around to keep” -Sorry

45) ”But you don't know what you got 'til it's gone” -A Little Bit Longer

Album 4: Lines, Vines and Trying Times

46) “Every time you attack, doesn't drive me to fight you back” -World War III

47) “Caught in a nightmare, can't wake up” -Paranoid

48) “If it's you and me forever, if it's you and me right now, that'd be alright” -Fly With Me

49) “I'm going crazy trying to figure out why you are leaving, give me a reason” -Hey Baby

50) “Know your love isn't true” -Hey Baby

51) “We were young and times were easy” -Before the Storm

52) “I'm standing here, but you don't see me” -Before the Storm

53) “They always say a heart is not a home without the one who gets you through the storm” -Before the Storm

54) “Everything I'd ever need is the girl in front of me” -Much Better

55) “And black keys never looked so beautiful and a perfect rainbow never seemed so dull” -Black Keys

56) “She hates the sun 'cause it proves she's not alone and the world doesn't revolve around her soul” -Black Keys

57) “She loves the sky 'cause it validates her pride, never lets them know when she is wrong” -Black Keys

58) “You might fall off this track sometime, hope to see you at the finish line” -Turn Right

59) “You would lie in my arms, now you're gone” -Don’t Speak

60) “There's a lot that you don't notice when you read between the lines” -Don’t Speak

Miscellaneous

61) “You see everything in color, while the world is getting darker” -Love Is On Its Way

62) “Love is on its way” -Love Is On Its Way

Hope you all enjoy my list! :)

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okay, let’s go. today was overall pretty good. alarm went off at 6:30 since I didn’t have court or clinic. got to the office around 8:30, so pretty good timing (it seems to be about two hours after waking up). I didn’t have much to do because most of my work for the day needed to be started with phone calls and I didn’t want to call people too early, so I was just chilling for a bit until I realized my friend who was supposed to be running clinic for the day had to go up to court for a few cases, so I offered to cover clinic for him since I had nothing better to do. I ended up screening in two cases, which seemed to work out pretty well. our volunteers have been somewhat sparse lately, with a lot of new people coming in, which is good, but can be frustrating when you’re trying to get work done and they don’t know what they’re doing, lol. but overall it was pretty good. made some phone calls and then went back to prepping stuff for tomorrow. If all goes according to plan I should have two clients filing criminal charges against their abusers for violating the OP and I am probably too excited about this, but I am REALLY excited about this, lol. the rest of the day was pretty chill, did some training in the afternoon and then helped with some other random stuff. headed out around 5, changed into my soccer clothes in the bathroom, which I had to wear out with my dress boots because I didn’t want to put my cleats on yet, lol. I ended up sitting next to my supervisor and coworker on the train completely accidentally, we didn’t even realize for a few seconds lol. got from the train to the bus without incident, and the timing of the bus worked out perfectly so hopefully that will continue to be a thing. met up with my team and got my shin guards and cleats on, did some stretching and kicked the ball around a little as we figured out who wanted to play what position. we were playing the team that we had scrimmaged on the night that was supposed to be our first game but the other team hadn’t shown, and they had just played their game but some stuck around to scrimmage. I ended up going up for the coin flip as the “captain” (which really doesn’t matter at all, but whatever). we had a new kid who had been traveling the past two weeks so this was his first game. He’s English and dayuuuum is he good at soccer lol. The game ended up going really well, our new English guy actually scored us a hattrick all on his own, so I think it ended up being like 4-0 with one additional goal from another player. I like, really enjoyed playing tonight, like a lot, more than normal. I’m not sure exactly what it was (though it probably had something to do with the fact that we were winning) but like, everything just felt so right, and it was exhilarating. The field has the perfect view of the sun setting over the skyline on one side and on the other you can see all the planes descending to the airport with their lights on and it’s just like, such a cool sight that evokes some sort of happy feeling in me, lol. and I think it was something about breathing the cold air into my lungs and pushing myself to run as fast as I could, even when I knew my lungs would be aching from it in a minute, feeling the chilly air on my arms but not being bothered by it because I’m still working up a sweat running around. playing in the dark under the lights, and having those perfect moments where you manage to just what was needed and your teammates are yelling praise from across the field. just running hard, forcing the cold air into my lungs and refusing to back down, not being afraid to use my body to block the other team if it means getting between them and the ball, even if my head starts getting a little dizzy towards the end. I just loved it all so much, and it just evoked such a strong feeling in me of youth and happy memories of playing soccer all my life and it being such a source of joy for me before everything went wrong and I had to stop playing competitively. It just felt really invigorating and I had such a high from it all. there was one really good play where I was able to just sneak in at the last second and just stopped the ball in its tracks completely and totally ruined the play for the other team and it was fucking epic, everyone on my team was so happy about it all and I got a lot of positive feedback about it from just about everyone, so that made me feel good and not so much like I’m totally out of my league here, even if I can openly acknowledge that just about everybody there is better than me. unfortunately my exciting night got brought down a bit towards the end of the game, maybe 5 minutes before the game ended, I was turned towards the ball and this guy from the other team just like, grabbed me with his hands on my hips and I was like ??? what the fuck ???? I like reflexively pushed him off instantly and was like “don’t fucking touch me!!” said with great indignation. and like, it just shook me up so much because I’ve been playing soccer with guys pretty much my whole life and this has NEVER happened before. like sure, guys using their bodies to lean into you trying to get to the ball and shit like that is all natural, but for him just to look put his hands on me was really fucking disturbing. there is a girl on their team I had been chatting a bit with during our first week, she has a very cute dog named Nala who she brings to the games and I had been petting her a bit while I was off the field, so after the game ended I approached her and told her what had happened, just so like someone on their team would know about it and could at least watch him in the future. she was also really disturbed to hear it and said she’d definitely do what she could to watch him in the future at least, so I felt better about it that I at least told someone on their team. I was determined the bus plan was going to work tonight, and I made it onto the first bus perfectly, but then fucked up the second one and ended up still having to uber the rest of the way home. oh well. when I got home I changed out of my sweaty clothes and got comfortable on the couch. When I turned on the tv Black Lightning was on and instantly sucked me in, it was about half an hour into the episode so I’ll have to go back and watch the beginning of it, I just couldn’t turn it off once it was on my screen, lol. then I watched the new episode of 9-1-1 which was very good, and I still need to catch up on The Resident. after I watched the news for a few minutes before showering and starting to get ready for bed, and now I’m here. My eyes are rapidly closing and it’s almost midnight meaning I have to wake up in 6 hours so I’m gonna end this here. Goodnight friends. Hope your Monday didn’t suck.

#daily journal #October 2019

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Diary Entry #1:

Today's Date is Saturday Oct. 2nd, 2021. Current time: 11:30pm

Dear Diary and to any who might read this,

Today was a long day, I woke at 10 am, which is later then when I usually wake up. I woke up to a text from my crush after falling asleep on call with him last night. My crush is really interesting and maybe I'll explain more about him later. He's actually inspired me to write this diary to begin with. But back to where I was at. His text asked me if I wanted to game with him and his best friend. Which I'm always really happy to do. It was going pretty well, I also had grabbed my usual meal before we started gaming. Chicken salad on a croissant probably sounds pretty cursed but I enjoy it and have been eating it for over a month. My crush's best friend ended up leaving for dinner for a while so that left the majority of the time up to me and him. We chatted about some stuff while playing our game and playfully bullied eachother as we usually do. His friend eventually came back while we were in the middle of gaming, so we all decided to game together. My crush was quickly rushed off after 30 minutes to go eat dinner with his family, I remembered he had mussels for dinner because he kept sending me pictures lol. So me and his best friend decided to hang out, we talked and joked about my crush as well as just chatting. I thought all was going pretty well and then he decided to leave to make a call and go somewhere. So I just sat there waiting for my crush to get back. Eventually after 30 minutes, I was still pretty hungry so I made lunch. My crush eventually gets back online and we talked, I told him his friend had left and he texted him asking him if he was going to a party. Which later you'll hear about. He did. So me and my crush, I'll call him J, decided to spend some time together. (Glad I thought to call him that before I spent an hour typing crush over and over again 😒) J and I drew some really cool art on aggie.io which is a site you can draw with other people on. We drew some cute characters and he posted them on his art account, and he tagged me too! I was so proud of my work.

Fast forward a couple of hours of talking and being really gay, we both decide its about time to go to bed (in retrospect that didn't really work out and is why I'm here now), we both said our goodnights and I was getting ready for bed. I recalled a conversation we had about whether or not Russia was a European or Asian country, surprise it was neither. Its actually Slavic but that's not important right now. He eventually texts me telling me he's worried about his friend. I won't spill all the details because its not my place but basically J misses hanging out with his friends and I felt like I spent too much time with him all the time. I mean we hang out pretty much 5-6 days a week. I don't wanna be the ruin of his friendships. He was really sweet and reassuring throughout our conversation, but a part of me can't help but feel bad still. I'm trying not to think of it all, so I figured starting this diary would be good for me. I can now spill all of my thoughts to something, maybe even someone if anyone ever reads this. I'm getting a bit tired now so I will sleep. Thanks for reading.

- JB

Edit/PS: in my haste to forget about everything a found a movie and comic called Automata, and binged it. I may be into gay detectives.

Song that reminds me of today:

And a random image i saved today: