#insecure!eddie

Andy Whitmore had been assigned as your partner for a project in your history class last period, you were chatting with him on the way to your locker. He’d surprised you, he actually made some good points about the project, not what you’d expected from the airhead jock. 

You stop in front of your locker stowing away your books and collecting what you needed for the next period, “… yeah, that’s a good idea, we can do some more research on that. When are you free next maybe we can meet at the library to work on it?” You turn to face him as you speak.

He leans against the lockers, one hand tousling his hair, “I can make time for it whenever you’d like.”

“Ok, well how about I give you my number and we talk about it some more?”

“Sure, sounds great.”

As you’re scribbling down your number someone bumps into you continuing on their way without even a glance back. You look up and see that it was Eddie, your face scrunches in confusion, you call out to him but he doesn’t respond, “Eddie? Hey, Eddie!”

He ignores you, you know it’s him, there’s no mistaking that hair and you can see his Dio back patch as he stomps away. You’re broken out of your stupor by Andy clearing his throat, “So, um your number?”

You look back at him, then down at the scrap of paper in your hand, “Right, sorry here you go.”

You hand him the slip off paper and he grins at you, just before you can turn to leave, he gets your attention again, “Hey, why’d you always hang out with that freak anyway?”

He jerks his head over his shoulder indicating to Eddie who’d just passed by and rounded a corner. You bristle at his question, “Well, for one do not call him that, and two he’s my boyfriend so, yeah I hang out with Eddie.”

Andy pales and stutters out, “O-o-oh… s-sorry, didn’t… didn’t even know you had a boyfriend… sorry.”

“Yeah, whatever. Just make sure you let me know when you can work on the project. See you ‘round, Whitmore.” You snap back.

“Yeah, see ya.” He calls out to your retreating form.

You don’t see Eddie again until the end of the day, he was giving you a lift home as usual so you were waiting for him by his van.

He doesn’t even say hello when he gets there or give you a little kiss like he usually would… something’s definitely wrong.

“Get in!” He growls angrily unlocking the van, standing beside you. Normally he’d extend a hand help you in, open your door, but not today.

“Eds what’s wrong?” Concern laces your voice.

“I said get in.” He hisses through clenched teeth.

“No. Not until you tell me what’s wrong.” You insist firmly.

He slams his palm against the van, startling you, “You wanna know what’s wrong? Fine I saw you, ok. Saw you flirting with him.”

“What are you talking about, I didn’t-”

“Don’t fucking play dumb with me, I saw you y/n. You and Mr. Popular Jock Stereotype in the hall by your locker.”

“You mean Andy? I wasn’t flirting with him-”

“I. Said. Don’t. Play. Dumb.” He grinds his teeth audibly.

“I’m not. I wasn’t flirting, I swear.”

“Oh, yeah then what the fuck was that then?”

“We were assigned a project together, we were just figuring out when we could work on it.”

“Yeah, well he was definitely flirting with you.”

You place a hand on his arm but he shrugs it off moodily.

“Eddie.” you implore him, “It was nothing, we’re just working on a project together. What can I do to make you feel better about this?”

“Well, you can start by telling ‘Andy’ to fuck off.” He snaps back bitterly.

“Eddie, you know I can’t do that. Look how about we go back to your place, we can do anything you want… take your mind off things and as soon as this project is done I’m never talking to him again anyway. It’s not like I ever talked to him before, don’t even like the guy for Christ’s sake.”

He grumbles for a moment before giving in, “Anything I want, huh?”

“Yes, anything you want.” You agree.

There’s a glint in his eye of something unrecognisable as he speaks, his tone deepening, “What if I want to fuck you ‘til you forget everything else, just you and me… show you who you belong to?”

“Holy shit, Eddie… I… yeah. Yes, you can do that.” You gasp.

“Really? ‘Cause I won’t hold back, there won’t be any tenderness tonight… are you sure you’re ok with that?”

“I-if it helps you with this then yes… I’d do anything for you anyway, Eddie.”

He looks taken aback at your admission, “You would?”

“Of course I would.” You reach out for him again, this time he doesn’t shrug you off.

“Alright, now will you please get in the van?” His voice shifts to a pleading tone.

You nod and kiss his cheek before you do so, he moves over to the drivers’ side as you get in.

There’s a tension in the air as he makes his way back to his trailer, neither of you speak, only the sound of one of his cassettes fills the van.

When you get there, you don’t bother waiting for him to open your door, you hop out and make your way to the front door.

He joins you on the front porch opening the door allowing you to pass through first.

He’s on you in seconds, you barely even get a second to breathe before he’s shoving his tongue down your throat. You stumble back and he guides you in the direction of his bedroom forcefully. The back of your knees hit the edge of his bed and he grabs both your arms pulling them up over your head until you fall back against the mattress. 

He traps your wrists together in one of his hands dipping in to bite and suck on your neck. “I am going to have you screaming my name ‘til it’s the only thing you know. Make you nothing but a dumb fucked-out little slut. That’s what you are isn’t it? Just a dirty little slut.”

You whimper in response, your eyes fluttering closed as he begins to paw at your breast with his free hand. When you don’t answer he pinches at your nipple painfully and your eyes snap open, “Answer me, y/n. You’re nothing but a dirty little slut, aren’t you?”

You nod, “Y-yes… I’m your dirty little slut.”

“Oh, that’s right you’re mine and don’t you forget it.” He growls with a self-satisfied little smirk.

Without any warning he grips the collar of your shirt and pulls tearing the fabric apart, the buttons snap and rip off flying all over the place. Your breathing quickens as he slips his hand between your shirt that falls open at your chest, sneaking up underneath your bra.

“What’s his name?”

You look to him in confusion, “Huh? Are you talking about Andy?”

He growls, pinching you again, “What’s his name?”

“W-Whitmore?” You’re still not quite getting it.

He pinches harder still, “What’s. His. Name.”

It finally sinks in, “No one… there’s no one but you Eddie. Just you.”

He hums, “That’s right just me. Just me and you and no one else. You were a naughty little slut, weren’t you? I’m going to have to punish you for that. Remind you who you really belong to.”

“I-I’m sorry Eddie, I’ll be good. I’ll be good for you.” You whine.

“That’s it sweetheart, yes you will be my good little slut.”

He pushes up so he’s no longer leaning into you, resting on his knees, still gripping your wrists tightly. He drags you by your arms, spinning you around so your head hangs over the edge of the bed.

“Now, you’re gonna suck my dick nice and good for me.”

He stands unzipping his pants rolling them down his legs along with his boxers, his cock bobs between his legs red and angry looking. He strokes over it a few times spreading his pre-cum along his length as it bubbles up. 

He positions himself and taps the head over your lips until your mouth drops open, you’ve never sucked him off from this angle before. The way your head hangs over the edge of the bed opens your throat in one straight line, perfect for him to fuck into.

He slides in the tip of his dick slowly and you close your mouth around it humming slightly as he goes deeper and deeper before pulling back. He does this a few times, his hands move back to your chest groping you roughly as he thrusts into your mouth. You breathe harshly through your nose as you take him into your drooling mouth over and over. 

You reach back and grip at his legs, but you have little control in this position. Saliva spills out of the corners of your lips mixed with his pre-cum, dribbling down the sides of your face and into your hair. When his thighs begin to tense beneath your hands he pulls out, leaving you gasping.

Just as you regain control of your breathing, he’s spinning you around again stripping off your ruined top, yanking your pants down your legs. He unclasps your bra ducking his head down to bite on your tits, growling, “Mine.”

You grip at his arm, squeezing it and moaning in response.

He moves down to your panties, eyes flicking back up to yours, he taunts you, “Look at you my little slut, you’ve soaked through your panties. Tell me, what’s got you this wet, sweetheart?”

“You, Eddie. It’s you.”

He hooks a finger into the waistband of your panties, dragging them down with a smirk, “That’s fucking right, me. I did this to you.”

He rips off your panties, tossing them aside and leans back in licking a broad stripe over your sticky folds with the flat of his tongue. You let out a drawn-out moan, “F-fuuuck… Eddie.”

“So, fucking wet for me… is that what sucking on my dick does to you or is it just ‘cause I’m being mean to you tonight. You getting off on it? You a masochistic little whore?”

“Holy shit Eddie, please.” You wail, wriggling your hips desperately.

“Whatta ya begging for sweetheart?”

“You! Need you Eddie… please, fuck me.”

He’s stripping off his own clothing before you can even blink, coming back to hover over you, gripping his cock and lining it up with your entrance. He rubs the head of his cock over you, smearing his pre-cum into you, mingling with your own wetness before pushing into you.

He barely gives you any time to adjust before plunging all the way into your wet heat and thrusting away setting his own pace. You welcome him in with a strained moan, clawing at his back, his hair hangs in his face and he sweeps it aside biting at his lips.

“Yeah, look at how you’re taking me. Taking all of my fat fucking cock like a good slut.”

You spread your legs wider and he sinks in deeper, he grabs your hips dragging you down to meet his thrusts. His balls slap against you, you whimper and moan along with his animalistic grunts and growls.

“That’s it you’re mine, gonna fuck you full of my cum so you remember that.”

“Eddie… yes, oh god please cum inside me.”

He let’s out a guttural moan, “Yes, say my name tell me who this pussy belongs to.”

“You, Eddie… it belongs to you.”

“Shit, that’s fucking right.”

You can feel yourself tightening around him, a tension coiling in your belly, “Fuck… I’m gonna… ‘m gonna cum…”

“Not yet.” He chides, “First you need to scream my name, want that to be the only words I hear from you.”

Despite himself he brings a hand to your clit rubbing over it in tight, little circles.

“Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.” You chant his name over and over.

“Yes, fuck that’s it. Who do you belong to? Scream it for me.”

“You, Eddie! I belong to you.” You’re right on the edge, barely holding off when he gives the instruction.

“Ok, you can cum now. Cum on my dick, show me who owns you.”

“Oh god… Eddie!” You wail as you reach your climax, gripping his cock tight with your slick channel as he fucks you through your orgasm. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you as you gaze up at him, all sweaty, hair dangling in his face, his mouth dropping open.

He grunts above you, hips still pistoning away, chasing his own release, “Shit, gonna cum… and you’re gonna take it all aren’t you… fuck…”

He spasms within you, releasing a torrent of thick, warm cum deep inside you. He collapses on top of you pressing his sweaty body into you, still thrusting lazily until there’s a milky, white ring of cum around the base of his cock smearing into his pubic hair. It spreads all over you too and when he pulls out it continues to dribble out of you, between your ass and onto his bed.

His gaze drops to your messy cunt and he reaches out, pushing his cum back into you with two fingers, “That’ll remind you who you belong to won’t it. Keep you full of my cum so you never forget.”

Your walls quiver around his fingers and he looks back up at you chuckling darkly, “Awww, you gonna cum again? Is that what you want? Wanna cum while I’m stuffing mine back into you, huh?”

“Please, Eddie.”

He has you gasping and panting under his touch, he drags his fingers over your spongy walls just so, his thumb moving to press into your clit firmly in tight circles, “That’s it be a good slut for me, cum again.”

You groan throwing a hand over your face as you clamp down on his digits, pulsing rhythmically and gushing all over them.

He withdraws his fingers and sucks them into his mouth, licking up your combined releases.

He rolls over and flops down beside you, you inch closer laying your head over his chest and wrapping an arm around him you let out a sigh.

He drapes an arm over you and traces random patterns over your back.

You look up at him and he scoots back moving to sit up resting against the wall behind the bed. He pulls you up with him and strokes over the back of your head. Then everything he’d done seems to catch up with him and guilt floods his senses.

“I-I’m sorry about your shirt, I’ll… I’ll sew the buttons back on for you… soon as I find ‘em all.” He looks away shamefully.

You grasp his chin, turning his head to face you, “Hey, it’s ok. Are you feeling better now?”

“Promise… promise me you won’t leave me?” His voice wavers.

“Oh, Eddie. Where is this coming from?”

“Just, please promise me? People leave. People always leave me.” His voice is shaky, tears well in his eyes.

You reach out and take his hand in your own, before stating firmly, “Eddie, I will never leave you. Never. I promise you that.”

You stare at him intensely for a beat before capturing his lips in a heated kiss, his tears flow freely and you can taste them as they roll down his face.

“I really thought I was going to lose you. I got so scared. I’m sorry I lashed out at you.”

“If you ever feel like that again, please just talk to me, ok? That’s not to say I didn’t like what we did just now… actually I um I was kind of really into it, but I don’t want you feeling like I would ever leave you or intentionally do something to hurt you.”

He takes a unsteady breath, “Yeah, I uh… you liked it?”

You giggle at him, “Holy shit did I, Eddie. That was great, we can do that stuff any time you want… I mean, if you want.”

“Yeah… I think I’d like that, maybe when I’m a little less emotional though.”

“Sure thing, so feeling better?”

He nods and hums in response, “Mhmmm yeah, I think so… I think that helped, thank you.”

“It’s ok, babe.”

He grabs onto your face and looks deep into your eyes, stressing his words, “No, really, thank you.” His hands drop and he looks away, “After the way I acted… I didn’t… I don’t deserve you.”

“Eddie, stop that. I couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend. You are an amazing guy, honestly.”

“Even after today? The things I said. The way I treated you.”

You run your hand over his curls, sweeping them away from his face, “Yes, even after today. I get it Eddie, really, I do. Plus, you’re hot when you get all possessive…” you try to mimic his deep growl, “…mine. That was very sexy.”

He laughs, “Oh you liked that did you?” He nods to himself as he continues, “Yeah you did, didn’t you? It had you fucking drenched, didn’t it?”

You give him a little shove, “Hey, don’t tease me!”

“Aww sweetheart I’m not. It’s good, I like that I can get you like that… all hot and bothered for me. Real ego boost that is.”

“Shut up…” you can’t help the little grin breaking out over your face, “I love you, you know…”

“I love you too.”

You pull him in for a kiss before pulling back with a sigh, “Alright c’mon, we should clean up, we’re both covered in cum and sweat.”

“Ugh fine.” He huffs back.

He stands and lifts you off the bed, carrying you the short distance to the bathroom and you giggle, “What happened to Mr ‘There Will Be No Tenderness’? Or are you just trying to show off how strong you are… because I know, boy do I know.”

“Ok, maybe there will be some tenderness… you know me, I’m just a big softie deep down.” He jokes.

Turning the knobs on the shower, he sets you down by the tub and flexes in a mock pose, “But I am also very strong… your big, strong man.”

You squeeze his bicep pulling a surprised face in jest, “Oh yes, my big, strong man.”

You giggle as he pulls you into his arms, “Good, I’m glad we sorted that out. Now in you go.”

He guides you into the tub under the warm spray of the water and follows along behind you.

You both help each other wash off, massaging each other soothingly. It’s a moment that is full of tenderness, a complete contrast to the earlier events of your evening.

Eddie loans you one of his shirts and tells you to leave yours with him promising once again that he’d fix it.

“So, you want me to take you home or do you wanna spend the night?” Hope tinges his voice.

You groan in response, “Ugh I would love to spend the night. Really, I would, but I should go home. Make sure I’m ready for tomorrow. Also don’t wanna have to deal with calling my parents to let them know.”

“Alright, hey that’s fine. Some other time maybe.”

“Oh, absolutely. Going to take a rain-check.” You lean in to kiss his cheek.

He grins, “Good. You wanna stop for dinner along the way… it’s the least I could do.”

“Yeah, how ‘bout Benny’s?” You suggest.

Eddie helps you into his van, you hum contentedly, belly full and completely satiated. As he drives Eddie reaches out, hand drifting from the wheel searching for yours, you take a hold of it. The drive to your house is filled with a comfortable silence from the two of you, worlds apart from where you’d started.

He walks you to your front door, you linger on the front porch. He’s the first to speak, his hand creeping under his curls to rub at the back of his neck, “So, do you want me to give you a lift to school tomorrow?”

“You think you’ll make it here on time?” You counter with a grin.

“I mean… I’d try.”

“I know you would… you know what yeah, if it’s not too much trouble I’d like that. Who cares if I’m a little late to homeroom?”

He breaks out into a broad grin, “I will try you know.”

“If you get here a little bit earlier, I’ll even have some breakfast for you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, little extra incentive for you.”

“Aww you spoil me sweetheart.”

You giggle and pull him in for a kiss, “Go now and get some sleep, alright? Goodnight.”

You give him a wave as you slip inside, he calls back “Goodnight!”

 Your mum is in the kitchen clearing up the remnants of dinner, she calls out to you as you pass, “Oh, there was a message for you on the phone. Some boy named Andy, he said something about going to the library after school tomorrow to work on a project.”

You decide to just talk to him tomorrow at school, “Thanks mum, I’m just gonna head up to bed, night.”

“Goodnight, love.”

The next morning Eddie arrives much earlier than you would’ve expected, you’re in the middle of styling your hair when you answer the door.

“Eddie! Come in, I’ll just be a minute and then we can eat.”

He trails after you all the way to the bathroom, sitting down on the closed toilet lid to watch as you continue with your hair.

“So, you made it. Extra early even.” He bounds along after you as you make your way to the kitchen.

“Well, I got Wayne to wake me up when he got home.” He answers bouncing from foot to foot while you pull together some food.

You gasp “Eddie! Are you telling me you’ve been up since four am?! How do you have so much energy right now?!”

“Might have something to do with the entire pot of coffee I downed.”

You laugh, “Eddie, you didn’t have to do this, you know. I’m fine walking to school.”

He pouts back, “I know but I wanted to, wish I coulda woken up next to you. I’m feeling a little extra needy, ‘cause of… you know.”

“Oh, baby c’mere let me love on you.” You stretch out your arms and he throws himself at you, you stumble back a bit with the force.

You giggle, wrapping your arms around him, peppering his face with soft kisses and he giggles along with you.

“Ok, c’mon let’s eat, don’t want your early start to be for nothing.”

Reluctantly he lets you pull away and you direct him to take a seat, following along with the breakfast. He scoffs down his food grinning at you all the while.

When you get to school you track down Andy between classes, “Hey, Whitmore!”

He spins around at the sound of his name, “Hey, you get my message?”

“Yeah, that’s what I wanted to talk about. I’m free today after school we can head to the library then, cool?”

“Yeah, that works. I’ll meet you there?”

“Sure. See you then.” You wave him off and continue to your next class.

In your first break of the day, you pull Eddie aside to talk, “Hey, I won’t need a lift after school today. I’m going to the library with Andy to work on our project.”

“Oh… yeah, ok.” He appears dejected at this so you continue.

“I was thinking though… if you want to sneak away to your van for a quickie at lunch, we can. Give you something better to think about. You can cum inside me and then I’ll spend the rest of the day with it inside me… just imagine that, I’ll be sitting across from him with a bit of you just dribbling out of me.”

He inhales sharply, looking at you wide-eyed, “Are you fucking with me right now? Is this because of what I said last night? Please don’t tease me.”

“Eddie, I’m not fucking with you… yeah, it’s a little inspired by what you said last night, but it’s what I want too. Claim me, let me feel you with every step I take.”

“Shit. Jesus fucking Christ we have to do that.” He groans.

You lean in and whisper in his ear, “Yeah? You gonna remind me what a slut I am? That I’m your slut.”

He lets out a strangled gasp, “Sweetheart, you better stop that or we won’t make it ‘til lunch.”

“Lunch can’t come soon enough. I’ll meet you at your van, yeah?”

“Yes, please.”

“Alright, well for now let’s go join your friends.” You smirk at him.

“Christ how the fuck am I supposed to make it through the rest of the day now?” He whines adjusting himself in his jeans.

You spend the next few classes squirming in your seat, squeezing your legs together, nothing can staunch the flow of your arousal. You can’t get him out of your mind, all the things you want him to do to you, all the things he said and did last night, the way he growled the word ‘mine’ as he fucked you and bit you and sucked you.

You’re out of your seat almost a split second before the bell even rings. You push past people heading in the opposite direction as they make their way towards the cafeteria. You beeline straight for his van, grateful for the fact that you’d worn a skirt today, it’d make this much easier.

“Hey, there sweetheart.” Comes the low drawl from behind you.

You spin around to face him, “Hello, handsome.”

He swoops in for a kiss, pushing you back against his van.

He moves to trail kisses down your neck, speaking into your skin, “So, I seem to remember you offering to let me fuck you and stuff you full of my cum again. Was last night not enough for my pretty little slut?”

He bites on your neck and you groan, “Fuck Eddie, you’re really just getting right into it, huh?”

He leans back, eyes searching your own as he asks a little uncertainly, “That’s ok, right? This is how you wanted it, isn’t it?”

You pull him back to your lips kissing him softly, “More than ok, baby. Just… let’s get in the van and you can really let loose.”

He’s fumbling with his keys as soon as the words leave your lips, wrenching open the doors to the back of the van. You slip past him crawling into the van and he follows after you, pulling the doors closed behind him. He strips off his jacket and vest, laying them out on the floor, he gestures to it with a sweeping hand indicating for you to take your place on top of them.

You lay back on the little pile he’s created, he moves in to hover over you, you look up at him, “You know maybe we can put a mattress back here or something for next time.”

“Next time! We haven’t even started yet and you’re thinking about next time!” He gasps incredulously.

You giggle, “Alright, shut up and fuck me Munson… show me who I belong to.”

He shakes his head, “And I thought I was needy.”

You gasp as he pulls you in closer by your hips, you brace yourself with your arms extended behind you. He slips his hands under your skirt tugging on the waistband of your panties, teasing as he pulls them down over your legs, “What if I didn’t give these back? What if I made you walk around for the rest of the day with no panties on? My cum dribbling down your legs for the fucking world to see… everyone would know what a slut you are.”

You whimper, “Holy shit Eddie.”

He works his fingers back under your skirt swiping them over your folds, collecting your wetness, he groans, “Already, so fucking drenched.”

“Please… need you.” You reach out pawing at his belt. He chuckles batting your hands away and undoing his belt and jeans himself.

He palms at the bulge in his boxers for emphasis, “Is this what you’re after, sweetheart? Need my big, fat cock to split you open?”

“Please, please, please give it to me.” You whine pathetically.

“So, pretty when you beg for me… my desperate little whore.”

He yanks down his boxers eagerly and his pink-tipped cock springs forth. He flips up the hem of your skirt, then grips his shaft to guide it between your thighs. He taps the head of his cock against your clit and you moan at the sensation. 

Slowly he drags the tip down to your dripping hole, easing inside of you. He sinks in balls deep, gazing down at you, he hums “Fuck you take me so well, so fucking good for me.”

He hooks his hands beneath your knees pushing them up, spreading you wide open as he begins to thrust. You pant, losing yourself to his ministrations as his hand drops to circle your clit, “Oh god… fuck, Eddie… ohhh… just like that.”

“Yeah, you like that? You gonna cum on my cock like a good little slut?”

You moan and clench around him at his words. He forces your knees up to your chest, leaning in and pressing himself against you, sinking even deeper into your quivering channel.

“Oh, fuck you feel so good baby… so so good. You really wanna walk around all day with my cum inside you?”

“Yes… shit, yes Eddie more than anything… please cum inside me.”

“You really are a dirty fucking slut, aren’t you?”

“Just for you Eddie, only like this for you.” You pant.

“Jesus Christ I’m gonna cum… I- fuck y/n ‘m gonna cum…”

He leans in closer nipping at your neck, he growls, as his cock spasms within you, releasing rope after rope of thick, warm cum, “Mine.”

Your breath hitches with a high, strung-out moan as you tip over the edge, cunt gripping him tightly, milking the last of his release. You tremble with the aftershocks of your orgasm and he breathes heavily into your neck, resting there for a moment.

He moves quickly once he pulls out, dragging your panties back over your legs. Your combined fluids dribble out of you, seeping into the fabric between your legs. He tucks himself away not bothering to clean up in any way, dirtying his own underwear in the process. 

You raise a hand to the side of his face and admire his features before extending your lips to his kissing him deeply drawing him back against you with all of his weight. He responds in kind, before pulling away abruptly, “Oh, shit sorry, I was crushing you.”

You pull him back in with a grin, “It’s ok, I like it when you do that. Like when you just… press your whole body against me. You do that quite a bit you know… I don’t think you even realise it when you do, most of the time.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I love it.”

He grins back at you, “Oh… um noted. So, was that… good? Was that good for you?”

“Perfect, Eddie. Absolutely perfect, thank you.”

He laughs, “You’re fucking thanking me… Jesus H Christ sweetheart, I can’t believe you’d let me do this, let alone that you’d want me to.”

“Believe it stud, and we really should look into getting a mattress back here, even just one of those blow-up ones.”

He groans deep in the back of his throat hanging his head, he goes to speak but is cut off by the sound of the bell ringing.

You sigh, “Shit, we better get to class.”

“Ugh do we have to? It’s not like I’ll be able to focus on anything after that… hell I already couldn’t focus after you asked me for…that.” He whines, pouting at you.

You giggle at his response, “Yes, we have to. C’mon let me up. Won’t it be that much more fun to imagine me walking around out there stuffed full of your cum when you know it’s actually happening?”

He rolls off of you dramatically tossing his head to the side pressing the back of his hand to his forehead, “This is it… this is how I die. You are evil, torturing me like this… go, just go.”

You make your way out of the van dragging him along behind you. When you get outside you brush down your outfit trying to look a little more presentable, “How do I look?”

“Like you just got fucked.” He deadpans.

You slap his arm, “Shut up.”

He runs his fingers over your hair, sweeping stray locks away from your face. Standing back he assesses you seriously and adds, “There that’s a little better, but we can’t do much about that cum stain on your skirt.”

“What?! Where?!” You gasp looking down at yourself.

He bursts into giggles, “I’m joking. I’m joking, there’s nothing there, you look fine babe.”

You slap him again, “Oh, you ass!”

“You love me.” He gives you a smug smirk.

“I do, but come on we’re already late for class.” You grab his arm and drag him in the direction of the school.

He allows himself to be led, trailing behind you, he suggests, “Hey, I know you said you don’t need a lift after school, but maybe I could drop you off at the library… hang around ‘til you’re done, give you a lift home after?”

“I mean if you want, I don’t want to be a burden and you’re probably going to be dead tired.”

“It’s no trouble at all I swear, besides I like the library. I can pick up a couple of books too.”

“Ok, yeah. I’ll meet you by your van again.” You wave as you part ways entering the school.

“I’ll see you then.” He waves back.

When Eddie pulls up in front of the library, you can see Andy standing on the front steps, leaning against a pillar and spinning a basketball around. You roll your eyes, what the fuck was the point of bringing a basketball, as if it couldn’t have just stayed in his car.

You voice your opinion to Eddie, “What an obnoxious fucking douche.”

Eddie scoffs out a little laugh in response.

“Hey!” You call out to him as you approach the steps, he lets the basketball drop from his fingers and tucks it up under his arm.

He looks up, grin faltering, “Hey… uhhh, you brought... your boyfriend?”

You nod, “Yep he’s giving me a ride today.”

Eddie stands beside you, arm draped over you, smirking at the subtle implication.

Andy nods to him stiffly, “Munson.”

“Whitmore.” Eddie does the same before turning to you and giving you a peck on the cheek, “Alright babe, let me know when you’re done. I’ll be around.” He heads into the library leaving you and Andy standing on the steps.

“So, let’s get inside and get to work then.” You offer leading the way.

You pick a few books out from the shelves with him and make your way to a table, you do your best to resist the urge to roll your eyes again as he sets the basketball down on the table.

You do your best to focus, and you do get a decent chunk of work done… but you feel Eddie’s eyes on you the whole time. You can see him out of the corner of your eye as he wanders through the shelves peeking through them at you. Eventually your thoughts stray back to his load sitting in your panties, rubbing all over your folds and your cheeks begin to heat.

“How’s this sound?” Andy looks to you for approval as he reads out his work.

You interrupt him, “Uhhh, yeah that’s fine. I think that’s enough for today. I’m really tired and I’m sure Eddie is dying to get home too. We can pick back up another time.”

“Yeah sure, whatever.” He scoffs at the mention of Eddie’s name.

You collect your belongings, mumble a half-hearted goodbye and make your way over to Eddie.

“You wanna really rub it in his face? Show him who I belong to?” You whisper teasingly.

“Uh…” He stares back at you dumbfounded.

You fist a hand into the front of his shirt, pulling him in roughly for a passionate kiss that goes a little longer than necessary. When you break apart you call back to Andy with a wave, “See you ‘round Whitmore.”

You lead a speechless Eddie out of the library over to his van, “So, did you have fun today?”

He nods eagerly, “Yes, uhh huh… gotta be one of the best days of my life.”

Fat. It was a word you’d heard more than half your life by now at eighteen. The first time someone called you fat you were seven, she was supposed to be your friend… your best friend, but her snide little, ‘Why are you so fat? It’s so gross!’ stuck with you.

 Looking back now you know you weren’t fat… you know it every time you look back, but you can never see it in the moment. And you weren’t fat you were just an average sized little girl with chubby little cheeks.

No matter how far back it’s always been ‘oh I used to think I was so fat back then, what I would give to go back to that size. But now, now I really am fat’

 Over the years this mindset had really impacted your life, you used to be more outgoing, you used to love to sing and dance, you used to live without constantly thinking about how everyone else saw you. Because no one wants to see the fat girl having fun, enjoying life right… better to hide away.

You had tried to lose weight, so many times… and you did, but every time you’d lose weight as soon as you’d hit a plateau your weight would sit there for a bit before slowly creeping back up and up and up. At least until you weighed even more than when you’d started.

 It wasn’t just your friend that had made comments about your weight, she was the first but she certainly wasn’t the last. You’d also had a bully around the same time, she had consistently tormented you every day. 

Day after day she’d drag you away from your friends, pulling you into a secluded corner to harass you verbally, physically, mentally… until one day you finally told someone. 

Your mum went off on that other girl, threatened her so badly every time you saw her since then she’d cross the road to avoid you… but the damage had been done.

You didn’t have to deal with the aftermath for too long, shortly after your parents had decided to move to Hawkins, Indiana to be closer to your grandparents. 

Your little brother was almost four now and they were going to need help taking care of the two of you, both of them working long hours and odd shifts just to get by. Also needed a bigger house to accommodate the needs of your growing family.

You were eight when you first met him, he was ten both of you still in elementary school. You were new in town, that in itself already made you an oddity to say the least. 

Some kids had been picking on you, calling you names, pushing you around, you were on the verge of tears when he stepped in. He’d scared them off pretty easily, being both older and taller, buzzed head giving him a ‘tougher’ look.

 Once they had left, he turned to you, placing a hand on your shoulder looking into your eyes like you were the only thing that mattered in the world, “Hey, don’t pay attention to shitheads like that, ok? I’m Eddie.”

“Y/n…” You reply shakily.

“Y/n,” He repeats, “that is a very pretty name. Nice to meet you y/n.”

“N-nice to meet you t-too.”

“Wanna have lunch with me?”

“Yeah…”

 You’d spent the rest of that school year by his side he’d introduced you to this game he played, Dungeons and Dragons. He’d jokingly criticised your taste in music, telling you he’d show you some real music. 

You pout and protest that just because he doesn’t like your music doesn’t mean it’s not real music, but begrudgingly you listen to his stuff and find you actually like it… not that you’d admit it to him, you’d never give him the satisfaction.

 If you were honest with yourself, you’d been smitten with him since that day, but you buried those thoughts and feelings deep down, tried to ignore it.

But then all too quickly he’s moving on to middle school, the two of you promise to stay in touch but you don’t. You don’t want to push it either, he’s probably moved on to something better… someone better.

 In his absence you became closer with one Nancy Wheeler. Your brother and hers were in the same playgroup and your families had become closer as a whole. Both you and her were the same age, you’d bonded over the little things and she was a good friend to you.

It’s not until another two years later that you see him again, you’re starting middle school and he’s in his final year there. His hair is a bit longer now, no longer completely buzzed, still cropped short but growing out. 

You admire him from afar, he wouldn’t remember you… why would he remember you? You couldn’t risk embarrassing yourself by approaching him now.

 Your brother and his friends have discovered Dungeons and Dragons, the game has changed a bit since you first played but you sit in with them for a few sessions, Nancy also joins on occasion. 

You DM until Will asks to take over one session, then they all take turns at being DM, each running their own campaign with your guidance. As Nancy starts to lose interest in the game, you feel you should stick with her rather than intrude on your brother’s group.

 And time slips by the year is over, he’s moving on to high school, leaving you behind once more.

By the time you see him again you’re both in high school, his hair is longer still, becoming a bushy mane around his head, he’s really embracing the ‘metal’ look from what you can see and it suits him you think.  

 You hear he’s started a D&D group here at the school, Hellfire Club it was called. You were tempted to join, you had really missed him all these years, you doubt he would have even spared you a second thought… who would? Why would he care about that fat, little weird kid who followed him around for a year?

 You ask Nancy what she thinks, “I kinda know the guy that runs it, we were friends for a little while. It was before you and I really started hanging out properly, but I don’t think he remembers me. What do you think, should I join? Would you join with me?”

 “I think if you want to join you should, and it seems like you do… but I don’t know about joining myself, I kind of outgrew that phase. I’m thinking of signing up for the school paper though.”

“Oh, yeah that’s great you definitely should!”

“So, what about you? You going to join that club?”

“Ummm… yeah, maybe… I do want to, but I’m a little nervous.”

“I thought you said the guy that runs it is a friend, just talk to him.”

“Yeah, but we haven’t talked in years, I’m sure he doesn’t remember me.”

“It’ll be fine if you are worried about talking to him directly, I’m sure they’d have some sort of sign-up sheet, just go put your name down.” She shrugs.

“Yeah. Yeah, ok that doesn’t sound too bad.”

And they do have a sign-up sheet, it’s hung just outside the drama room, but you can’t see a pen anywhere. You rummage around in your bag for your pencil case, but then he appears beside you and you jump. 

He holds a pen out towards you with one hand, the other on which he’d drawn a silly, little face comes up and he makes it ‘talk’ with a funny voice, “Need a pen?”

“Ahhh… yeah, thanks…?” You take the offered pen awkwardly.

His silly face hand drops, internally he’s facepalming, ‘why the fuck did you do that?’ he thinks pressing on despite this, “Eddie. My name is Eddie.”

You shift self-consciously avoiding looking him in the eye, “Yeah, I uhh… I remember you, Eddie. You probably don’t remember me-”

A broad grin spreads across his face, “Are you kidding, of course I remember you, princess. Sorry if I scared you earlier, by the way. So, you’re signing up for Hellfire, huh?”

You shrug, “Yeah, if you’ll have me, I guess.”

“It’ll be just like the good old days. You still been playing?”

“Umm… not so much lately, but you remember my little brother?”

He nods, you continue, “He and his friends are really into it now. When they first started I DM’ed for them, at least until they got the hang of it.”

“Awww, princess DM’ing… I woulda loved to see that.”

“I mean you still could… if I’m joining Hellfire…”

“Oh, no… no I am the Dungeon Master there, princess no one else. And I run a brutal campaign… you better prepare yourself. I’m not about to go easy on you, just cause it’s you.”

“We’ll see about that won’t we Munson, I can take brutal, you know.”

He just about chokes on his words at that, but manages to contain himself… barely, “Uhh huh sure you can, princess.”

The next couple of years after that the two of you reconnect, it was like you’d never been apart, but again he’s coming up on his final year, about to leave you behind yet again. And then… he doesn’t, he doesn’t graduate, he fails his senior year. 

You’re torn on the one hand it means you get another year with him, another year before he disappears again. On the other hand, you hated seeing him fail, you knew how shitty high school was for him, constantly being mocked and teased. You hadn’t had it any better either, but having him there helped and now you’d have him for another year.

 But now, now you’re eighteen, he’s twenty and he’s failed again. So, you get to share all your classes with him, you feel guilty about how happy you are to still have him with you. 

Your little brother and his friends are just starting high school and Eddie takes them under his wing, inviting them to join you at your table. You would have done so yourself, but he’d beaten you to it and it reminded you of the day you met him, the way he stood up for you, the way he still stood up for you.

 Your feelings have resurfaced… or maybe they’d always been there, just bubbling away in the hidden recesses of your mind. You hated yourself for it, it wasn’t for you to have a crush… nothing could possibly come of it, you’d seen the way he’d looked at other girls, prettier girls, skinnier girls… he’d never want you, why bother? And every day you dig yourself deeper into this hole, torturing yourself.

He’s driving you to school one day when you find yourself humming along to one of the songs on his radio and he is very quick to call you out on it. “Hey, I thought you didn’t like my, quote ‘shitty metal’?”

You give him a shove, “Fuck off, you know I don’t.”

“Oh, yeah then why are you fucking humming Metallica hmmm?” He grins smugly.

“I dunno, I guess it grows on you… like a wart… or a skin lesion… or you.”

“Hey, you take that back!”

You giggle, “Never.”

“Oh, really is that how it is?” He glances over at you briefly, taking one hand from the steering wheel he begins poking at you “Take. It. Back.”

You squirm away from his prodding fingers, but then instead of getting your arm or your shoulder he misses and makes contact with the swell of your belly and you freeze.

He knows he’s done something wrong, when he glances over again, the way your giggles die on your lips, the way you won’t look at him.

“What’s wrong princess?” He asks seriously.

“Nothing. Nothing, just drive.” Your voice sounds almost empty, but he doesn’t push any further.

Nancy knows, even if you won’t admit it at first, but she knows about your not so little crush. When you finally do admit it, she encourages you to do something about it, but you can’t… you couldn’t, could you? What if it ruined everything between the two of you… after all why would he ever look at you like that…

 It does no good to dwell on these thoughts, but they come up, every time you’re in his van, every time he looks at you with that glint in his eye, every time you’re sat in his bedroom… on his bed, smoking and laughing and forgetting who you are for just a split second. It gives you hope, but then it all comes crashing down around you.

 When he shows you how to roll your first joint, you can’t take your eyes off of him. You don’t hear a word he’s saying, it washes over you without comprehension. He sits facing you from the foot of your bed, you sit cross-legged facing him, leaning in slightly. 

You watch his nimble fingers working away, the way his tongue darts out to wet the paper, his eyes never leaving yours, making sure you pay attention. It makes you feel hot all over, squirming as he’s twisting off the end giving you a little grin, proudly showing it off, “… and that is how it’s done.”

“Uhh cool, thanks.” You move to pluck it from his fingertips but he snatches it away.

“Ah, ah, ah don’t you know the rules… roller’s rights?”

You look at him in confusion, he explains, “The roller always takes the first hit.”

“Oh, ok.” You mumble and settle back down into the pillows. He lights up the end then takes a few puffs before passing it over to you, you take a deep drag and choke almost immediately. He laughs before smacking you on the back, before rubbing in soothing circles “Hey, take it easy… just breathe.”

He reaches across you to the water sitting on your bedside table, “Here take a sip, it’ll help.”

You take a few sips of water and steady your breathing before he continues, his hand still on your back, “When you take a hit it’s just a few little breaths in, slowly, lightly. Don’t try to take too much at once, it’s not the same as smoking a cigarette, ok?”

“Yep, uhh huh.” You croak out.  

“And hold the smoke in your mouth first, then breathe in from here…” he rubs a hand over his belly, up high by his diaphragm.

“You wanna try again?”

You nod humming in response and he nods back for you to go ahead.

You follow his advice and it goes better, you try again and it’s even easier.

“Alright, now pass it back.” He holds out a hand and you hand it over to him.

“There, now give it a few minutes before you try again, it’s your first time don’t wanna go too hard, too fast.” He takes another puff.

You giggle, teasing, “But what if I want hard and fast?”

And then he’s choking, spluttering, coughing up smoke.

“Jesus H Christ… princess you can’t say shit like that, someone might take it the wrong way one day.” He gasps out.

You roll your eyes, “Eddie, come on no one is thinking of me like that, get real.”

He hesitates a moment, “What if… what if I told you I thought of you like that?”

“Haha, very funny…” you reply sarcastically, but he’s not laughing, “… wait a minute you’re serious?”

“Yeah, you got no fucking idea…”

“Are you sure that isn’t just the weed talking, I mean I heard it can make people-”

He cuts you off with a fierce kiss, pushing his lips to yours forcefully, nipping at your bottom lip gently, the joint burning down steadily in his limp grip. When he breaks away, he looks at you with lust clouded eyes, “Oh, I’m real fucking sure, princess. I have been crushing on you since God only knows when.”

You look up at him through your lashes, bashfully, “Ummm I’ve been crushing on you pretty much since the day we met.” You confess.

“Shit… can I fucking kiss you again?” He breathes out.

“Yeah… umm, maybe just get rid of that first.” You nod down to his fingers.

“Oh, right… yeah.” He mumbles reaching for his black metal lunchbox, snubbing out the joint on the lid and tossing it inside.

He looks back over at you, leaning in slowly, you don’t know why, but you’re blurting out, “imavirgin…” the words meld together in your embarrassment.

“What was that? Didn’t quite get that...”

You take a deep steadying breath, making sure to enunciate clearly this time, you repeat, “I’m a virgin.”

He lets out a guttural groan, “Fuck, princess is that true? No one… no one’s ever touched you before?”

“Umm no never… never been kissed before either…” You admit shyly.

“That’s quite a few firsts tonight, isn’t it? Do you wanna tackle a few more?”

You nod, pouting at him, “Please Eddie, kiss me again?”

“How could I refuse?”

He swoops in capturing your lips between his own once more, you feel his tongue probing for entrance you let out a needy whine and it’s slipping in alongside your own. 

You tangle your hands into his hair you gasp as he lifts you into his lap, you pull away, “Wh-what’re you doing, don’t I’m heavy…”

“Oh no, you are just perfect, you sit right there, right on top of my cock.” He emphasises this with a roll of his hips and the hard bulge of his dick grinds into your heated core. You whine again at the sensation, feeling a wetness pool between your thighs.

He pulls you back in for another kiss, sloppier than the previous and you grind back against him with a moan.

“Did you mean it?” He gasps into your mouth.

“Huh?”

“When you said you want it ‘hard and fast’… or was that just a joke?”

“I dunno… it wasn’t entirely a joke…”

“You think you can handle it hard and fast, do you think you’ll still like me after, if I’m rough?” He growls.

“Please Eddie, I want you. I want you so bad I can’t breathe.” You gasp.

“Ok, but we’re gonna start off slow alright? Then we can ramp it up to hard and fast.” He chuckles darkly.

As he resumes kissing you his hands move to lift your shirt and you pull away suddenly.

“You ok, sweetheart? You change your mind?” Concern laces his voice.

“No… no it’s not that… just, could we maybe turn the lights off…?”

It’s like a switch flips in his head, “Oh no, no sweetheart I wanna see all of you… every gorgeous bit. The things I would do to you…”

He groans his hands dropping to your plump legs that straddle his own, squeezing them softly, urging you to move against him more firmly, “Wanna bury my face between these thighs… so fucking gorgeous… wanna do so much with ‘em, bite ‘em, suck em, kiss ‘em… push your legs together and fuck them.”

He drops one hand to cup your ass, kneading the soft flesh, he growls, “Oh and if you let me take you from behind, I could watch your ass jiggle as I pound into you, maybe slap it a bit if you’d let me… would you like that princess? Want me to slap that fucking glorious ass of yours? You have no idea how many times I’ve been distracted by just that… thinking about bending you over and just taking you…” You’re panting desperately at his touch, barely done anything and he’s already got you absolutely wrecked.

 He moves his hand up to your chest, groping your breasts he lets out a guttural moan as you whine pitifully, “And these tits, don’t even get me started on those… absolutely perfect… shove my face into them too, suck on your nipples, pinch ‘em ‘til you fucking scream… oh god, I’d love it if you held your tits together… let me fuck em ‘til I cum all over your pretty face, watch it drip down your chin…” his filthy mouth has you soaking your panties, grinding down into him.

You barely register that he’s popped the button on your jeans sliding them down slowly until he flips you over onto your back and you gasp, you never knew he was so strong, the way he was manhandling you like it was nothing. 

He kneels between your legs, towering over you, you yelp as he grabs your jeans roughly pulling them the rest of the way down before you can protest. 

You unconsciously tug the hem of your shirt lower to cover yourself and he swats your hands away, “Ah, ah sweetheart none of that I wanna see you… how about this, if I take off my shirt you let me take off yours?”

You bite you lip as you consider it, God do you wanna see him… bare chest, tattoos all on display… you nod nervously, mumbling “O-ok… b-but you first…?”

He concedes, “Ok, sweetheart me first.”

He hooks a hand into the collar of his shirt pulls it off and tosses it across the room blindly, your eyes rake over him, practically salivating at the sight, lingering on the sparse trail of hair peeking out over his belt. He’s smirking down at you as you pout up at him, “Pants too?”

“What about them?” He teases.

“Wan’ you to take yours off too… ‘s only fair…”

He grins devilishly, eyes glinting, “How about you take them off for me, princess?”

You sit up and place a shaky hand over his belt buckle, your fingers just grazing the hair of his happy trail. You undo the belt clumsily and unzip his jeans before rolling them down his thighs slowly. His baggy blue and white chequered boxers do little to hide his erection as it tents the fabric there. 

Before you can do anything else he’s pushing you back into the pillows behind you, “Now, I seem to remember that the deal was… tit for tat, or rather tats for tits you may say…” he chuckles.

You giggle and resist the urge to fight him when his hands drop to toy with the hem of your shirt, he leans in easing your shirt up, trailing kisses over your belly, your chest, until he pulls your shirt over your head and tosses that aside too, diving back in to kiss you eagerly on the lips. He pulls away leaving you breathless, humming in appreciation, “Beautiful…”

“Eddie stoop…” You whine swatting at him.

“Never, I meant what I said and I’m gonna suck on those tits ‘til you’re begging me for more… there’s uhh… something I want you to do for me though…”

“What’s that?” You mumble curiously.

“Don’t call me Eddie. Do you think you could… call me ‘daddy’ while we…”

You gasp, “Fuck… yeah I can do that for you… daddy.”

“Yeah, just like that, sweetheart.” He moans encouragingly before ducking his head to the crook of your neck biting, kissing, mouthing on it as his hands wrap around you. Calloused, ringed fingers brush against your back as he fiddles with the clasp of your bra, he gets it loose and slips it off down your arms. 

He trails kisses down your chest until he reaches a nipple, sucking it into his mouth, laving over it with his tongue. His hands join his mouth, pushing your tits closer together, pinching and rolling the other nipple between his fingers. Your breath hitches at his ministrations and you let out a shaky moan.

“So, fucking responsive… love that I’m the only one who gets to do this to you…” He growls against your skin. He takes the hand closest to his mouth and caresses your mound, before dipping his fingers under the waistband. He runs his fingertips through your slick, teasing your entrance before dragging the up to circle your clit.

“All of this is just for me…” He murmurs, pulling away from you chest briefly.

“Yes, just you… no one else.” You gasp in response.

“God fucking damn, that’s right. I’m the only one that gets to touch you like this, isn’t that right?”

You mumble in assent, “Mhmmm that’s right… daddy, only you.”

“Fuck, princess gonna make me bust a nut and we haven’t even started yet.”

Your legs quiver on either side of him as he plunges two fingers into you crooking them against your soft, spongy walls. You can hear his rings clink together and feel them bump against your entrance, the sound met with a wet squelch as your cunt takes all he has to offer. 

His thumb moves to press against your clit in clumsy circles, you grab onto his shoulders tightly, there’s a tension mounting, coiling deep in your belly.

“That’s it princess, you gonna cum for daddy? Cum on my fingers for me.”

Something in you snaps and the tension is released all at once, your walls flutter on his fingertips, your release gushing all over them as you moan breathily.

He grins at you proudly as you gasp for breath, “So, another first for you… what’s that now, first joint, first kiss, first orgasm from my fingers… what’s next my tongue or my cock.

“Jesus fucking Christ Eddie…” he gives you a disapproving look and you try again, “please… please, daddy.”

“Please what, sweetheart… use your words.”

“Please… fuck me…” You whine.

“How do you want it?” He asks firmly, “Tongue. Or cock?”

“Wan’ your cock, wan’ you to fuck me hard, show me I’m yours…” You whimper in response, weakly reaching for his boxers.

“You on any kind of birth control, sweetheart?” He asks in earnest.

“Mhhmm… yep I am.”

“Good… that’s good… now you’re sure about this, right?”

“Yes, never wanted anything more in my life… please…”

He ducks down and presses a kiss to your thigh before tugging your panties down your legs. He looks up at you with a little grin, panties hanging off his finger, “Mind if I keep these?”

“You can have whatever you want so long as you make me cum again daddy…”

He groans in response eyes squeezing shut briefly, and he palms at his cock. He drapes your panties over his lunchbox before sliding down his boxers to join his jeans. His thick, weepy length bobs up between his legs, precum bubbling up at the flushed tip. You gasp at the sight, “You’re so… big… can I touch it first?”

“Gonna gimme an ego sweetheart…” he mumbles as he reaches out for your hand guiding it onto his stiff length.

His precum slicks the motions of your hand, he controls the pace, running your hand along his length the way he likes. You devote all your attention to his cock while he watches you appreciatively.

When you swipe your thumb over the head on the upstroke, he growls lowly, “That’s enough now, princess. This time you’re gonna soak my cock with that tight little cunt of yours.” He looks into your eyes, his own dark with lust.

He pulls his jeans and boxers all the way off dropping them over the edge of the bed.

He pushes you back down into the pillows with a hand on your shoulder before moving to sweep your hair out of your face. He grabs your hand, slick and sticky from rubbing his flushed cock and holds it in front of your face, “Look you got your hand all messy. Lick it clean princess.” He orders.

He pushes your own hand to your mouth and you swipe your tongue over your palm before wrapping your lips around your fingers with a low moan. “Such a good girl for daddy.” He hums, you can taste him on your skin you whine as you imagine what it would be like to suck on his fat cock. 

He smirks down at you while he grips his shaft at the base, rubbing the head through your glistening folds. Then another image springs to mind, one he’d painted for you, of him fucking your breasts, losing himself completely and cumming all over your face… how high would it splatter, would it get in your mouth, would it taste like this.

He pulls your hand away from your mouth leaning in for a kiss as he forces his tip inside your dribbling entrance. He swallows up all your little whines and gasps as he drops a hand between you to rub at your swollen clit. He sinks into you further and further until he’s buried deeper than you ever thought possible.

“Gonna give it to you hard and fast real soon princess, but we gotta get you a little warmed up for me first…”

He rolls his hips thrusting shallowly as you adjust to the sensation.

“Please… hmmm… fuck, faster please daddy. Feels so… mhnnn… feels so good” You pant out, hips rising to meet his.

“With pleasure sweetheart.” His hands move to grip your hips bruisingly tight. As he increases the pace, you feel his balls slapping against your ass, the room is filled with all sorts of obscene, wet sounds. 

You twist your hand into his curls, gazing up at his rosy face, sweat dripping from his brow, eyes blown wide with lust. When you give a little tug on his hair, he lets out a deep, rumbling moan.

He hooks his arms beneath your legs pulling them up over his shoulders sinking into you deeper with this new angle, “You like being filled up, sweetheart? Feel so good when daddy’s deep in you? You gonna let me cum buried inside you?”

“Please… god yes, want it so bad daddy, want you to fill me up with your cum.”

He brings a hand up to your chin, thumb sliding over it ‘til it rests on your bottom lip as you whimper beneath him, he eases his thumb between your lips and you suck on it mindlessly.

“You’re gonna take everything I give you right?”

You nod, mumbling around his thumb in agreement.

“Then open.” He forces your jaw down with his thumb, you look up at him a little confused.

Suddenly he spits in your mouth, ramming his cock into you at the same time, you whimper.

“Now swallow.” He demands and you do so, your saliva mixing with his as it slides down your throat and your walls flex around him of their own accord.

“Oh, you liked that did you?”

“Y-yes daddy.”

“Oh, you’re such a good girl for me. You do like it hard, don’t you? Gonna fuck you so hard you can’t walk.”

“Please… fuck, please gonna cum again.”

“Then cum for me. Squeeze on my dick, lemme feel it. Cum for daddy.”

You wail, chanting “Daddy, daddy, daddy… fuck ‘m cumming.” Your back arches, head thrown back gasping as you clamp down around him, your release running over his cock in rivulets and he continues to pound into you, fucking you through your orgasm. 

You fall back limply still spasming around him when he reaches his peak, he growls, “Yeah that’s it princess, you’re gonna take all my fucking cum… take everything daddy gives you.”

He empties his heavy balls deep inside you with a deep, strung-out groan, you can feel his warm seed flood your cunt, drenching your already slick channel.

He collapses on top of you, sweaty bodies pressed together and he tries to nuzzle in even closer.

“God, that was good sweetheart.” He pants in your ear.

“Yeah.” You mumble in agreement running a hand over his back tracing random patterns.

He sighs and you feel his breath against your cheek while his cock softens slowly slipping out of you. You can feel your combined fluids leaking out of your entrance slipping down between your ass to pool on your bed. 

Eddie rolls off of you wandering off naked, when he returns, he’s cleaned himself off, approaching you carrying a warm, damp cloth, he runs it over your body soothingly, between your legs cleaning you off. 

He stoops down untangling his boxers from his jeans slipping them on as he moves to your wardrobe rifling around til he finds some pyjamas. He helps you into them gently and wraps the covers around you and turns out the lights before slotting himself in behind you. He presses a kiss to your shoulder and wraps his arms around you with a sigh.

You melt into his embrace and he wishes you sweet dreams, you return the sentiment. The pair of you doze off smiling contentedly in your post-orgasm bliss.

Eddie wakes in very early hours of the morning, still happy and content, girl of his dreams wrapped up in his arms. His thoughts turn sour as he lays there, the demons in his head tormenting him…

Jesus Christ what have you done, that was her first time you fucking pig… you told her to call you ‘daddy’ what is wrong with you… fucking freak… shit that’s what everyone’s gonna think the freak and the fatty, both of you together that’ll send them all into a frenzy and her oh, she’ll never hear the end of it, do you really think she deserves that… do you think you deserve to be happy…

And he’s slipping out from under the covers shrouded in his shame, careful not to rouse you he dresses and collects his belongings. He pauses briefly before pocketing your panties, one last little souvenir. Sick pervert. He shakes his head as if to clear his thoughts before taking off into the early dawn.

You wake up a few hours later, sore, mumbling his name, hands searching for his warmth only to come up with nothing. Eyes snapping open you look around in confusion, you find that all of his belongings are gone all evidence that he was even here gone. 

He’d be back, for sure he’d be back. Why would he leave…? But he doesn’t come back, doesn’t answer any of your calls. This continues for the rest of the weekend, you convince yourself it’ll be different when you get to school.

Monday rolls around, your stomach twists into knots, did he regret it, wake up next to you with a sudden clarity, no longer horny or high and realise he didn’t actually want someone who looked like you. Or maybe he was just worried what other people would think if he dated someone like you… good enough to fuck, but not good enough to keep around. 

You can’t believe that you’d let yourself believe that it could be something more for even a second. Tears sting your eyes and you swipe them away angrily, you huff sulking off into the bathroom, don’t be so fucking dumb, of course he wouldn’t want you just deal with it. You splash cold water over your face and take a few deep breaths to steady yourself.

 You end up late for homeroom, only just entering the room as the teacher calls your name. Eddie isn’t sitting in his usual seat, instead he’s sat beside Gareth chatting away about something to do with the band and their show tomorrow night.

He doesn’t look at you as you pass him, you slink off to the last available seats, it’s fine, it’s fine… more tears threaten to slip out but you bite them back.

He avoids you for the rest of the day, you don’t even see him at lunch, but then you pass him on your way out of the cafeteria, you call out to him, “Hey, Eddie there you are I’ve been looking for you all day.”

But he walks right passed you, blank-faced, staring straight passed you. It’s like a knife to your heart, your frozen can’t move, can’t speak, the tears you’ve been fighting all day spill out. Someone bumps into your shoulder and of course it has to be them, “Watch it fatass.” 

And there’s giggles as they walk on you can hear them saying to one another, “She was fucking crying did you see her, what a fucking loser… not even the freak wants to be seen with her now.”

That’s the final straw, you don’t even bother collecting your stuff from your locker you just… leave. You walk all the way home blindly, the tears stoped at some point leaving your eyes puffy and stinging, your nails dig into your palms leaving little half-moon impressions.

You let yourself in trudging to your room, stripping off your clothes and pulling on anything that’s nearby before crawling into bed burying yourself beneath the covers.

Your mum wakes you when she gets home, you brush her off telling her you’re not feeling well, trying to pass it off as really bad period cramps. You tell her you might not go in to school tomorrow, she offers to bring you something to eat and a hot water bottle you nod mutely, you don’t really feel like talking much.

 You spend the next few days like that in a haze, numb to the world but acutely aware of the stabbing pain in your chest and the sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. By the fourth day Nancy stops by to check on you, it’s not like you to miss so many days of school, let alone walk out in the middle of the day.

She enters your room tentatively calling out to you, she sits on the edge of your bed as you groan from your cocoon of blankets.

“You wanna tell me what happened?”

You give a little grunt, she brushes your greasy hair behind your ear gently, “Want a hug?” She offers.

“No, ‘m all gross.” You mumble pulling your self to sit up at the very least, but then the tears flow anew, that’s exactly why he doesn’t want you… fat, ugly, gross, loser… every insult ever hurled at you streams through your brain.

Nancy wraps her arms around you despite your attempts to push her away.

“You know I can’t help if I don’t know what’s wrong. Your mum said you haven’t been eating properly, won’t come out of your room, i haven’t seen you like this since… well in a really long time.”

You breathe in shakily trying to stem the flow of tears, “I’m a fucking idiot that’s what’s wrong.”

“Hey, hey that’s not true, tell me what actually happened.”

You shake your head pushing away from her, “Can’t.”

“Tough ‘cause I’m not leaving ‘til you do.” She folds her arms over her chest giving you a determined look.

“Well, be prepared to stay a while then.”

“Don’t be stubborn.” She chides.

“You don’t be stubborn.”

“I’m just trying to help.”

“Fine, Ugh fine…”

“Go on I’m listening.”

“He doesn’t want me, doesn’t want anything to do with me now.” You can’t bring yourself to look at her while you speak.

“Who’re you talking about?”

“Eddie.”

“That’s not possible, that guy looks at you like you hung the moon. What happened? Did you tell him how you feel or…”

“No… well yes, but… ok, so he came over Friday night. You know how my parents went away?” She nods as you continue, “So, I asked him what it was like to smoke weed, like we always smoke together when we’re at his place, but never that and he was showing me how to roll a joint and god he looked so hot and I made some dumb joke about wanting it ‘hard and fast’ and he kissed me and told me he had a crush on me and I told him as well… and one thing kinda led to another and we ended up having sex and…” you trail off uncertain of how much detail is too much detail.

“None of that sounds bad so far, where did you get the idea that he doesn’t want you if he’s already slept with you.”

“When I woke up in the morning… after… he was gone, he didn’t answer any of my calls the whole weekend but I thought I’d give him the benefit of the doubt… I dunno, whatever. Anyway then at school on Monday he acted like I didn’t even exist, walked right passed me and they had to see it, had to comment on it.”

You hazard a glance at her and you can practically see the steam billowing out from her ears, “I’m sorry he what?!”

“I just I don’t wanna talk about it anymore, the year’s almost over and just like before he’ll be disappearing from my life again… this time just a little sooner than planned.”

“I’m gonna talk to him.” She says firmly.

“What? No! Nance don’t… please don’t… promise me you won’t.”

“I…” she falters at the look in your eye, “Alright, fine I won’t.”

You shoot her a stern look, “Really, I promise I won’t.” She insist.

“I mean it don’t.” You finish firmly.

“Ok… have you eaten today? What did you have?”

“I did, I had tea and crackers.”

“Is that it? All day that’s all you had?”

“Yeah, it’s fine, it’s not like I’m doing anything today other than wallowing in bed and it’s not as if I’ll starve to death.”

“You know starving yourself is just as bad as overeating, neither of which is going to help you right now. Come on get out of bed go have a shower, I’ll make you something to eat and we can watch a movie… we haven’t had a girl’s night in a while you know.”

 You give in to her pestering and it does help to take your mind off things for a bit. She makes you promise that she’ll see you up and about next week.

Nancy doesn’t break her promise at first, not exactly but she does go straight to Steve right after your little ‘girl’s night’.

“You want me to what?”

She rolls her eyes, “Oh, relax it’s not that big a deal just talk to the guy.”

“Why me? If it’s not such a big deal you talk to him.”

“I told you I promised y/n I wouldn’t so I’m not.”

“Still don’t get why it has to be me.” He grumbles.

“What are you scared of him or something?” She teases.

“No! It’s just weird you want me to talk to him about his sex life, c’mon that’s weird.”

“Hey, y/n is your friend too and she’s really hurting right now, just talk to the guy.”

“Why couldn’t it be one of those Hellfire guys instead?”

“Well, I don’t really know them, I know you… but I guess we could talk to them too. Maybe they could help, we can ask Mike where to find them.”

 That’s how they find themselves grouped together with a couple of the guys from Hellfire Club, on Eddie Munson’s front porch. Nancy knocks on the front door and Eddie tumbles out to greet them “Wheeler? Harrington? The fuck are you two doing here?”

He spots Gareth and Jeff just behind them, “Emerson… what the fuck is going on?”

Nancy pokes him in the chest angrily, “Inside. Now, Munson.”

He holds up his hands in surrender stumbling backwards inside the trailer.

When everyone is inside, he tries again, “Right, so is anyone gonna fill me in here? What the fuck is going on?”

The boys let her go off on her tirade, her promise to you forgotten amidst her anger, “Don’t play dumb Munson, we’re here about what happened with y/n.”

“Shit… yeah I know I took things too far but tell her it’s ok, I’ll stay away from now on.”

“That is exactly the problem, why are you staying away?”

“Just imagine what people would say about us, the freak and the fatty…”

Gareth speaks up taken aback, “What the fuck man since when do you call her that?”

Eddie sighs “I don’t, it’s just what people would say and she doesn’t deserve that, she doesn’t need people judging her and they would if we were together. Why would anyone want to be seen with the freak nah she doesn’t need that.”

“Since when has that stopped her before, she’s with you all the time?” Jeff counters.

“Yeah, but that’s different it’ll be so much worse for her if we’re dating, this is for her own good, she’d be better off without me all together.” He protests with a tone of finality.

“Shouldn’t you let her decide that for herself? You don’t think you’re hurting her right now… acting like this. Imagine what she’s feeling, what she’s thinking. She’s alone in her room, hasn’t left for days, hasn’t been eating, torturing herself over why you’d do this.” Nancy attempts to reason with him.

Reality comes crashing down around him as he realises what he’s done, “Oh fuck I’m… shit I’m a fucking asshole. I let my own fucking insecurities get to me I didn’t stop to think how she’d feel, how she’d see it… fuck, fuck, fuck.” He paces back and forth tugging on his curls anxiously. His head snaps up, locking on to Nancy, “What do I do… what can I do?”

Steve speaks up for the first time, side-eyeing Nancy as he does so, “You fucking apologise man, take her flowers, beg for her forgiveness… whatever it takes.”

“Right… right.” He mutters to himself before his head pops up again, “You guys uh wanna like leave, or…?”

“Yeah, we’ll go.” Steve replies leading the way out of the trailer.

Nancy lets the other two go first before turning back to Eddie, “You fix this Munson… and I was never here, ok?”

He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, “Uhh… yeah ok.”

He stands beneath your bedroom window tossing rocks at it til one connects. You peek your head out at the noise and see him standing there, arms laden with flowers and candy. You don’t quite trust yourself to speak first so you stare down at him expectantly.

He finally breaks the silence, “Can I come in? We gotta talk.”

Your despair solidifies into bitter anger, “Oh, now you wanna talk… fuck off.”

“Please… please just hear me out.” He calls back desperately.

“Why the fuck should I? I gave you so many chances, why now?”

“I’m a fucking idiot, I know that and I’m sorry I’m so so sorry. Please just let me in, let me explain and then I’ll go if you want, I promise.”

“Alright, fine. You better make it quick though… you know the way in. Come up.” You slip back into your room slamming the window shut.

He takes the stairs in leaps and bounds when he gets inside, hesitating outside your bedroom before steeling himself and opening the door.

The second he steps inside it’s like all moisture is wicked away from his mouth he stands there for a moment in silence. You prompt him to begin, “Well? You gonna actually speak or-”

He blurts out, “I love you…”

You roll your eyes, scoffing, “Yeah, sure you fucking do… not falling for that one again.”

He persists, “I’m really, really, really sorry, you have no idea. I uh got these for you.” He thrusts out the flowers and a box of candy in your direction.

You eye them sceptically, snarling, “And what some flowers and chocolates are gonna make me just fall right into bed with you again… ‘daddy’?”

“I never should have… I took things way too far for your first time I am so fucking sorry. I really do love you though.” He says in earnest.

Your voice cracks, “Why did you leave? Why do you always fucking leave me?”

“Because I was a dumb fucking piece of shit too wrapped up in my own insecurities… thinking I don’t deserve you, don’t deserve happiness… worried about what people would think of you if you were dating me, the things they’d say…thought you’d be better off without me.”

“It’s not on you to make decisions like that for me, you ass. The things people would say about me because I’m dating you… fuck that’d just fly right over my head ‘cause I’d be with you. And that shit about you not deserving happiness is just that, absolute shit… of course you deserve happiness. And by doing this you deprived both of us of a chance at happiness.”

“Is… is it too late… can I… can we try again?” He stutters out hopefully.

Your resolve slips, “You really hurt me Munson…”

His face falls, “I know, I’m so sorry… and I will spend the rest of my fucking life making it up to you if… if you’d let me?”

“It… it wasn’t too far you know, umm I actually really liked it… all of it.”

His eyes search your own desperately, “Does that mean…?”

“Yes Eddie, it means we can try again.”

His face lights up and he drops the flowers and the candy onto your bed, he moves towards you but stops suddenly, “Can… can I kiss you?”

You give a small nod and he dives in kissing you slowly, deeply, with purpose. He pulls away and asks breathily, “Can I stay the night?”

“Don’t push your luck.” You warn.

He gasps, “No! Not… not like that… I mean not that I wouldn’t want that, but… I mean, just let me sleep here, that’s it just sleep, cuddle a bit. Then in the morning I’ll show you how it should have gone the first time, like this past week never happened.”

“O-ok, yeah we can do that.”

“Thank you.” He hums pulling you against him, nuzzling into your neck.

And true to his word that is all you do that night, falling asleep wrapped up in one another, peacefully. He wakes you in the morning with a sweet kiss, he says he’d offer to make you breakfast but the best he could do is cereal so he takes you out to the diner instead.

When you tell Nancy what happened she doesn’t seem too surprised, “Good I’m glad the two of you worked that out, I’m happy for you really… but if he ever does anything like that again you tell me straight away. I’ll sort him right out.”

You shoot her a suspicious look, “Nance, did you talk to him?”

“What? No! No, I promised I wouldn’t… it was Steve and a couple of your Hellfire friends I swear.”

“Uh huh and how did they know about it?” You probe.

She folds easily, “Alright fine I talked to him, I’m sorry but-”

“No, it’s fine. Actually, I’m glad you did, thank you.”

“No problem… so, now can we talk about it… what’s he like in the bedroom?”

You gasp mock scandalised, “Nancy Wheeler, how dare you…” you can’t maintain it for long and burst into giggles, “He is gooood I’ll say that much, very generous in every sense of the word.”

She raises a brow, “You mean…” and indicates size with her hands.

You nod “Oh, boy do I, and he knows what to do with it.”

She chuckles at your response, you ask about her, “How’re you and Jonathan?”

“Good, we’re good…”

Eddie was loitering in the halls, prolonging the inevitable, when he saw you. Frantically searching through a stack of papers, looking around you hastily, he decides to step in. “Hey, there sweetheart you alright? You look a little lost.”

“Oh, I’m trying to find Ms.…” you glance down at the paper in your hands, “…O’Donnell’s class. Sorry, I’m new and I’m still not quite used to this place.”

“Don’t even worry about it I’m heading there right now, come on. Follow me.”

“I’m y/n by the way.”

“Eddie Munson. You can call me Eddie.”

“Nice to meet you, Eddie. So, what’s O’Donnell like?”

“A hag. An absolute hag, but don’t worry I’ll protect you.” He says with such seriousness it makes you giggle.

“You’re funny, Eddie.”

“I try.” He smirks.

“Hey, do you think we could hang out at lunch today? I haven’t really settled in yet, found my group, you know.”

“Of course, you are very welcome to join us. My club…” he points to his shirt, “…we all usually sit together.”

“Oh, that’s cool. What’s… Hellfire Club?” You ask reading off his shirt.

“We’re a D&D group… do you… know D&D?”

“I’ve heard of it, but I’ve never played it, I mean it sounds interesting though.”

“Oh, it is… if you’re interested, you could come past one of our sessions.”

“I might just take you up on that offer.”

He gives you a grin, “Cool, anyway… here we are.”

He stops in front of a door and opens it standing aside for you to pass through.

As you both enter the room the teacher stops abruptly to address you both, “Mr. Munson, late as usual. And who’s this?”

“Sorry miss, it’s my fault. I got a bit lost and Eddie had to help me out. I’m new here, my name is y/n y/l/n.”

“Ah, yes Miss y/l/n. It would behove you to not spend too much time with our Mr. Munson here. Wouldn’t want any of his influence rubbing off on you.”

“Oh, um ok. Can we just, uh take our seats?”

“Yes, please do, you’ve delayed this class long enough.”

You slink over to the only seats available in the room, right at the back, Eddie following along behind you.

When you get settled, pulling out a notebook and some pens, Eddie leans in to whisper, “Sorry about that, told you she’s a real piece of work.”

“Yeah, uh should she be talking about you like that? That’s really not professional for a teacher to say and you’ve been nothing but nice to me, why should I avoid you?” You respond in a hushed tone.

“Oh, well you see this is actually my third attempt at senior year so…” he trails off.

“If anything, that’s more reason she should be supporting you, helping you to graduate. Like isn’t that her job?”

He shrugs, “Well, it is what it is, and this… this is my year I can feel it. I am going to graduate this year.”

“I… I could help. If you want, that is. Not to like brag or anything but in my last school I was at least top five in all my subjects. I also did peer tutoring there too, admittedly it was teaching the freshman who were a little more… disadvantaged, was the word they used, how to read.”

“You’d do that?”

“Help you? Yeah, why not?”

“I dunno, ‘s just… I’m not used to people offering me help. Especially not someone so… pretty.”

“You think I’m pretty?”

“Yeah, of course I-”

He gets cut off by the teacher, “Mr. Munson do you not think you’ve disrupted this class enough. Quiet and if I have to warn you again it’ll be detention. You too Miss. y/l/n, I do not care if you’re new or not.”

You feel your cheeks heat with embarrassment, “Sorry miss, won’t happen again.”

“See to it that it doesn’t. Now, where were we?”

Eddie grabs one of your pens and scribbles on the corner of your notebook.

‘Sorry :( I keep getting you in trouble’

 You write back. ‘It’s ok really we can talk more at lunch next period  ?’

He glances over scribbling again, ‘Definitely ;)’

You grin to yourself and turn your attention to the lesson.

“Oh, geez thank God that’s over. That was so embarrassing.” You sigh as you exit the classroom side by side with Eddie, then put on a voice jokingly, “Would you escort me to the cafeteria Mr. Munson?”

He gives a dramatic bow offering you his arm, matching your tone, “Oh, but of course Miss. y/l/n, it would be my honour.”

You giggle and take his arm, “I was serious you know, about helping, if you want it?”

“Yeah, absolutely yes. I’ll take all the help I can get.”

“How about we meet up at the library tomorrow after school and we can get a start? I can see where you’re at and what you need to work on most and then we can go from there.”

“It’s a date… I mean… not a date, date but-” He blurts out, stumbling over his words.

You cut him off, smirking as you tease, “Oh, no definitely not a ‘date, date’…”

He’s crushed, but he half expected it, interrupting you sighing heavily, “I know, that was dumb-”

But then you continue, “We could go on an actual date if you wanted though.”

He perks up instantly, “Are you shitting me of course I do.”

You giggle, “That’s good, but first lunch.”

“Yeah, and you can meet all the Hellfire guys.” He adds excitedly.

When you get to the cafeteria, he introduces you to all of his friends and they greet you warmly. What none of you notice is Mandy, one of the cheerleaders, glaring daggers at you from across the room. And she had been since the second you’d walked in arm in arm with Eddie.

Lunch flies by in a heartbeat, as the bell rings you rummage through your bag, mumbling, “Hey, Eddie wait up a minute…”

He remains seated, he wasn’t in any rush to get to his next class anyway. Mandy also lingers in the cafeteria making a show of fixing her makeup, again unnoticed by you.

You pull out a pen and tear out a scrap of paper from a notebook. You scribble down your number and hand it to him, “You can call me whenever you want and I really am more than happy to help you out with studying.”

He stares down at the paper clutched in his hand, “Uh… yeah th-thanks, sweetheart.”

“What class have you got now?” You ask as you pack away your belongings and rise from your seat.

“I’ve got Math, you?” He stands moving beside you.

“English. Guess I’ll see you later then.” You sigh, continuing towards the doors and he follows along.

“I-I could walk you to your next class…” He suggests, a hand awkwardly rubbing at the back of his neck.

“No, it’s ok. You shouldn’t be late to your next class. Especially not because of me again.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine… and I’m gonna make sure you graduate this year, so that means getting to class.”

“Yes, ma’am!” He mock salutes.

You giggle and he chuckles along with you, as you exit the cafeteria parting ways you give him a wave, “Seriously, call me, ok?”

“I will.” He calls back.

Mandy gives it a moment before approaching you, all bright and bubbly.

“Hi! You’re new, aren’t you? I’m Amanda, but everyone calls me Mandy. What’s your name?”

“Oh, hi… I’m y/n. Nice to meet you… ahh sorry to bother you but do you think you could help me find my next class?”

“No problem at all, lemme see your timetable.”

You reach into the front pocket of your bag and hand it over.

“Oh, that’s not too far from my class, I’ll walk with you.”

You grin back at her, “Thanks that’d be a huge help.”

She sets off and you follow along, as she responds, “No problem. Hey, I’m having a bit of a party after the basketball game, Friday. Do you wanna come… maybe meet some more people? Make some new friends?”

“Really?” She nods, you answer, “Yeah I’d love to.”

“Great, let me just get your number and I’ll let you know all the details.”

You have lunch with Eddie and the rest of Hellfire again the next day, the two of you arrange to meet by his van at the end of the day.

You keep running into Mandy today, she’s been helping you get to classes, sitting with you in those that you share, being very friendly overall. When the school day finally finishes, she asks if you need a lift home as you’re walking out the front doors.

“Oh, no that’s ok, thank you though. I’m going to the library with Eddie, we’re gonna study. Do you know Eddie?”

“Uhh… yeah, I guess. The library though… really?” She gives you an odd look.

“Yeah, why?”

“No, it’s nothing. Anyway, have fun I guess.” She waves leaving you standing there feeling unsure of yourself.

You snap out of it quickly, shaking your head before looking over to the parking lot. You see him leaning against a slightly beat-up looking van, cigarette in hand. You trot over and he drops the cigarette, stamping it out, “Was that Mandy Albright?”

“Uh, yeah. She’s been showing me around today, she’s really nice. We’re friends… I think?”

“Oh… uh, cool, cool… well, you wanna go?” He responds uneasily before pushing off the side of the van, opening the passenger side door and offering you a hand in.

You take his hand and mutter a quick thanks, grinning at him.

When he turns the key in the ignition the radio comes to life suddenly, blaring his music, he scrambles for the volume control turning it down, “Sorry, sorry forgot it was on so loud… we, uhh… we can listen to something else if you want.”

“No, it’s fine leave it… I wanna know what type of stuff you’re into.”

“You sure?” He looks at you uncertainly.

“Absolutely, what’s this song?”

“It’s called ‘Innocent Exile’ it’s by Iron Maiden… they’re uh, one of my favourites.”

A few minutes into the drive it gets to a guitar riff that you find yourself enjoying, “I like this bit… with the guitar.”

He perks up instantly, blurting out overzealously “Really? I play guitar you know… I’m in a band.”

“That is very cool, maybe you could show me some time.”

“Yeah, I’d like that.” He grins.

“Did you bring everything you needed for studying?”

“Yeah, everything I could find at least… don’t like to hang on to old test papers… don’t really need the reminder of what a failure I am.”

You prod at his arm, “Hey, I will not tolerate that sort of negativity. You aren’t a failure, you’ve just struggled with a few tests, that’s fine. And if all your teachers are just giving up on you, I can see why.”

“You don’t have to try to make me feel better.” He sighs.

It prompts you to launch into a story you didn’t think you’d be sharing with him, “You know I struggled academically at first too, I was eleven before I properly learned my times tables and how to tell time on an analogue clock. I was so embarrassed about it, everyone else in my class already knew it all way before me.”

He listens intently as you continue, “But then my teacher made this game up for me where I had to go through each of set of times tables one by one starting from the two’s to twelve’s and say them all in under two minutes. 

Like two times zero is zero, two times one is two, two times two is four… all the way to twelve. Then at the end he’d ask for questions at random from that set, if I got them all right, I could move on to the next set.”

“Sounds like a good teacher.” He muses.

“Yeah, he was and then that year I got a book award for ‘academic excellence’, it was really cool… shit, that was really nerdy of me to say, wasn’t it?”

“Nah, I think it’s cool what book did you get?”

“It was The Fellowship of the Ring. It’s actually really sweet ‘cause my teacher knew I liked to read so he was asking me all these questions. Like what sort of stuff, I was into and if I’d read Lord of the Rings. I didn’t even put it together until I got the award.” You giggle.

“Hold up, you’ve read Lord of the Rings?”

“Guilty.”

“Oh my god I love you.” He breaths out exaggeratedly.

“Stooop… come on, are we almost at the library?”

“Yep, just around this corner here.”

He pulls up in front of a large red brick building, cutting off the engine, as you take off your seatbelt he speaks up, “Just wait right there I’ll come around.”

He hops out of the van, trotting around the hood to your side and opens your door for you, extending a hand to help you out.

You accept with a small smile, “Thanks.”

He leads you into the library, greeting the librarian on the way in, ‘Marissa’ was the name you’d heard.

“Ok, let’s grab a table and get stuck into it then.” You suggest.

About forty minutes pass and you think you’ve got a good gauge of where he’s at and what he needs to work on. You have a suspicion that at the core of it, it’s not that he doesn’t understand or that he can’t remember, but more that he struggles to focus on the work at hand. 

Right as this thought occurs to you, he’s blurting out a little too loudly for a library, his knee bouncing under the table more rapidly than it had been, “Hey, do you wanna come to Hellfire this week?”

You place a hand over his, he stares down at it, gently you remind him “Shhh it’s a library, don’t forget. And I’d love to come, when is it?”

He lowers his voice to a whisper, “Sorry, sometimes I forget how loud I am, get a bit carried away. It’s this Friday.”

You groan, “Oh shit, I can’t I’m sorry… I told Mandy I’d go to her party on Friday, she invited me to the game too. I’ll absolutely come to the next one I promise… if the offer still stands?”

His face drops, “Oh… um yeah… sure. I mean have fun at the party, I guess.”

“No, really, I’m sorry. I mean it, I want to come to one of your Hellfire Club meetings.”

“Yeah, next one. Offer is definitely still on the table.”

“Thank you.” In an attempt to brighten his mood hopefully you add, “Hey, we also haven’t talked about our date. When do you want to do that? We could do something Saturday if you’re free.”

A small grin peeks through on his face as he agrees, “Yeah Saturday is great for me. Do you wanna go to the cinema?”

You beam at him, “Sounds great! But for now, how about a five-minute break and then a little more studying?”

He pouts at you adorably, whining “More?”

“Ok fine no more, you wanna go pick out some books to read for fun? Then we can head home.”

“Uh sure why not?”

As you’re packing up, you look over at him, “You know I think I may have a few ideas for how to help you out with studying. I think the problem is just that you need something to keep you engaged with the material. How about if we made it a game like my teacher did for me?”

He shrugs, “Yeah… I mean it couldn’t hurt, right?”

“Cool, I’ll work on it a bit for next time. Maybe we could study at your place then?”

“I guess, if you want… still can’t believe you’re willing to go to all this trouble for me.”

“Awww, Eddie you’re a great guy, why wouldn’t I want to help you out and spend time with you?”

“I mean you’d be the first… publicly at least.”

“Oh, no that’s horrible… you deserve so much better than that Eddie.”

He shrugs, “It is what it is, I’m used to it. I mean who would want to be seen with the ‘Town Freak’?”

“Well, me for one… and don’t call yourself that. All of that changes from now on, ok.”

He mumbles unintelligibly and avoids your gaze, fiddling with his belongings.

“Ok?” You persist.

“Yeah ok.” He concedes, “You wanted to look for a book?”

“Yes, oh and how about this… you pick out a book too and your math homework from today, every… ten questions you do and get right, you can read another chapter in between to break it up?” You propose as the two of you make your way down the rows of books.

“Yeah, I’ll try.”

“Cool, let me know how it goes.”

The next day you only see Eddie in passing. Mandy invited you to sit at her table during lunch and you agreed giving Eddie a little wave as he passed by. She looks between the two of you, “So, how was… studying with Munson yesterday?”

You and her move to the queue to get your food, “Oh, it was good, I think we made some good progress.” You pause along the way, filling your tray.

“Uhh huh, so you and him what’s the deal there?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, like are you friends or…”

“Yeah, we’re friends… he’s umm also taking me out to the cinema this Saturday…”

“Oh… that should be… interesting. I hope you have a good time.” She says it in a tone that has you questioning her meaning, you agree uncertainly, “Yeah, I hope so too.”

You get to the end of the line and pay for your food. When you reach her table she introduces you to her friends, they all seem nice enough, Chrissy is most welcoming of all. She’s sat beside you and the two of you strike up a conversation.

You look forward to seeing her at Mandy’s party at least now you’ll know more than one person there.  

Eddie calls you later that night, when you hear his voice, you can’t help but smile, “Hey, you called!”

“Well, you told me to and I said I would, didn’t I?”

“Yes, you did, sorry I didn’t sit with you guys today. Mandy wanted to introduce me to some of her other friends before her party. Oh, how’d your math go last night?”

“Better than usual… I actually did all of it for once. Got a few answers wrong, but I worked backwards from the answers in the back and figured out where I went wrong.”

“That is amazing honestly, I’m proud of you!”

“Uh… thanks. So, how’d it go with Mandy and her friends?”

“I’m not sure they’re exactly my ‘group’ but they were alright, Chrissy was pretty nice.”

“Well, they may not be your ‘group’ but you will always have a place at my table.”

“That’s sweet, thank you.”

“Anytime, sweetheart. Hey there’s actually someone else I could introduce you to, I think you’d get along with her. I know her from band, back in the day and sometimes we hang out and smoke. Her name’s Robin, she’s cool… works at the video store.”

“Yeah, that’d be nice. So, for Saturday what movie were you thinking?”

“Aliens looks good, you wanna watch that? Is that something you’d be into?”

“Yeah, I actually wanted to watch that, I loved the first one.”

“Great! That’s great… I’ll pick you up around six then?”

“Perfect, see you then. Goodnight Eddie, see you at school tomorrow?”

“Absolutely, goodnight sweetheart.”

You hang up grinning to yourself happily, picking up the book you’d borrowed from the library and resuming where you’d left off.

At lunch the next day as soon as he sees you, Eddie comes bounding over to ask if you’d have lunch with him outside today. You agree and he leads you out to a picnic table behind the school.

You sit opposite him tucking into your lunch. He’s practically vibrating in his seat, you look at him curiously and he blurts out, “I got something to show you!”

He pulls a crumpled bit of paper out of his jacket showing it off proudly, you smile when you see the red C+ circled on the right-hand corner of the page, “We had a pop quiz today in Chemistry, I know it’s not much but it’s a lot better than what I expected.”

“No, this is a big improvement and so soon already! I’m proud of you.”

He smiles bashfully his cheeks reddening, “Thanks. Umm… you know the stuff you got me to go over that day in the library really helped, I feel like a lot of that came up.”

“That’s good, so when do you want to do another study date? Maybe we could make it like a weekly thing?”

“Yeah? I think that’d actually help.”

“Perfect, that’s settled then.”

“So, uhh you still going to Mandy’s party tomorrow?”

“Yep, it’ll be good to meet some more people I guess.” You shrug half-heartedly.

“Yeah. What… Umm what has she said about me?” He ventures tentatively.

“She hasn’t really said much about you, why do you ask?”

“It’s nothing… just you must’ve heard the kind of stuff people say about me. Well, I thought maybe you’d take it to heart coming from her… someone you’re… friends with.”

“Eddie, there’s nothing anyone could say to change what I think about you. I really want you to know that. You are an amazing guy, even if you don’t see it sometimes.”

“Stop, you are too nice to me. I can’t take it.” He blushes hiding his face behind his curls.

You could just eat him up he was so adorable, giggling you respond, “Never… I’m never gonna stop.”

“Ugh… come on we better head back in… as much as I’d love to suggest we just cut next period and stay out here, I think that’d be a little counterintuitive.”

The Tigers end up winning their game the next day so everyone’s spirits are very high, especially at Mandy’s party. It’s a fun rowdy night, you meet a few new people, but ultimately end up practically glued to either Mandy or Chrissy the whole night. You wonder how Eddie’s night is going, if he’s having fun with his friends in Hellfire Club.

At the end of the night, you get a lift with Chrissy and her boyfriend Jason, it turns out she only lives a few houses down from you. Her boyfriend seemed a bit stand-offish, when you first met him, he had greeted you by saying, “Aren’t you that new girl… the one that hangs out with the freaks sometimes?”

Chrissy admonished him with a slap to the shoulder warning him to ‘be nice’.

You don’t really like him all that much you decide, wondering why someone as kind as her would be with someone like that, but to each their own.

It had been an exhausting night, being around so many exuberant, celebratory people. As soon as your head hit your pillow you were out like a light.

 When you wake the next morning, you remember your date with Eddie set for that night, it sets the mood for the rest of your day. Your mum asks what’s got you in such a good mood, as you make your way into the kitchen where she’s prepping breakfast. You grin and tell her, “I’ve got a date with a cute boy… he’s really nice too. We hang out sometimes and he’s always such a gentleman.” You sigh.

She chuckles at you kind-heartedly, “Are your dad and I going to get to meet this boy?”

“Umm he’s picking me up tonight, but I don’t know if he’d be ready to meet you just yet… I wouldn’t want to spring it on him. That wouldn’t be fair.”

“Ok, but soon, yes?” She insists.

“Yeah, I guess. Want any help with breakfast?” You offer.

“That’s ok, honey it’s nearly done. Just go set the table and call your dad.”

Six o’clock can’t come quick enough, but sure enough it rolls around and there comes a knock at the door. Your parents try to intercept you as you answer the door, but you give them a pleading look and mumble, “Please leave it for next time, don’t need you two scaring him off.”

“Ok, just be responsible and come home at a reasonable hour.” Your mum speaks for the pair of them shushing your dad as he goes to protest.

“Thank you, I will.” You accept gratefully before moving to open the door.

You slip outside to see Eddie standing there shifting awkwardly from side to side, he was dressed a little different than usual foregoing his usual battle vest and leather jacket, donning a black button up, but keeping his distressed, dark denim jeans, chains and all. 

He’d also swapped his sneakers for a pair of boots, trademark rings still adorning his fingers, he’d made a bit of extra effort with his hair, you could tell… all up he painted quite the image. “Hi…” he mumbles shyly and rubs the back of his neck.

You grin at him giddy with excitement, “Hi.”

“You look very pretty… as always.” He compliments you.

“Awww thank you, you do too.”

He chuckles and teases, “Oh, I look pretty now do I?”

“The prettiest, I like what you did with your hair.”

His fingers come to twirl at his locks, hope tinges his voice as he asks, “Yeah?”

“Absolutely, like your whole outfit.”

“You should know, flattery works with me, so…”

“Oh well, then you’re never gonna hear the end of it pretty-boy.”

He blushes and repeats softly, so softly you barely hear it, “…pretty-boy.”

You snap him out of it with your words, “Alright let’s go then, don’t wanna be late for the movie.”

“Yeah, yeah… oh.” He starts towards his van, you following along beside him, he stops suddenly.

“What’s up?”

“I… I didn’t get you flowers. I was going to get you flowers but I forgot. I’m sorry, I should’ve-”

You cut him off with a hand on his arm, “Hey, don’t stress about it, besides flowers only end up dying like two days later… I’d much prefer a book over some flowers any day.”

“Then I’m going to buy you all the books in the world.”

“Eddie, you could give me some beat-up, second-hand, one dollar book from a bargain bin and I would be over the moon. Honestly, it doesn’t matter what you give me. I don’t need anything, just wanna spend time with you.”

“Shit, you keep going like that and I might actually fall in love with you.”

“Isn’t that the plan?” You tease.

“Sweetheart, stooop…” He whines, before glancing at his watch, “… ok we really should go now.”

Tickets in hand Eddie leads you further in to the cinema, he turns and asks, “You want anything from the candy bar?”

“Oh no, I got my own stash here, gonna smuggle it in.” You hold up your little backpack as you reply.

“Look at you, you little rule-breaker.” He chuckles.

“Shove off, don’t tease me… I won’t share if you do.” You pout at him.

“Ok, sweetheart… you want some popcorn though?”

“Yes, please.”

The two of you enter the theatre, he guides you over to one of the love-seats and you settle in watching as some trailers begin to run.  He places the bucket of popcorn between the two of you and stuffs a handful in his mouth. 

You watch him as you nibble on a couple bits of popcorn yourself, “So, how was Hellfire yesterday?” You whisper as you begin pulling an assortment of sweets out of your bag.

He mumbles through a mouthful of popcorn, “Good, they’re really enjoying this latest campaign, you still good to come next week?”

“Yeah, can’t wait.” You grin back at him.

“How was-” He gets cut off by someone shushing, falling silent.

“We’ll talk later.” You assure him with a hand on his arm.

The trailers are wrapping up, opening credits begin rolling and you lean into him. You feel him stiffen a bit before draping an arm around you, “This, ok?” He whispers in your ear, you nod and he turns his attention back to the screen with a small grin.

The end credits roll on the movie, lights coming up and you pull away from him reluctantly. He looks over at you, “So, did you enjoy the movie?”

“Yeah, it was great Eds. Thank you for taking me out.”

“Eds?” He gives you an odd look.

“Oh, sorry do you not like that? I can go back to ‘Eddie’.”

“Nah, Eds is ok… I like it.” He smiles back, blush colouring his cheeks.

“Cool, so… what now? Straight home or do you want to hang out for a bit?”

“What do you wanna do?”

“Umm, maybe we could just go for a bit of a walk… talk some more?”

“Yeah, sounds good.” He stands offering you his hand. He helps you up and you collect all your rubbish before leaving the theatre.

The two of you you walk down the main road hand in hand, Eddie speaks first, “So, what I was going to ask earlier is, how was the party last night? Did you have fun?”

“It was good, I met a few more people, but pretty much stuck to Mandy and Chrissy the whole night. I was so tired when I got home, I just crashed. I’m not really big on parties like that.”

“Oh, it’s good that you met some more people. When did you want me to introduce you to Robin? She’s asked about meeting you.”

“How about Monday at school? Maybe I could have lunch with her?” You suggest.

“Yeah, I’m sure that’ll be fine, I’ll let her know.”

“Great. So, tell me more about this… campaign, was it? The one for Hellfire, what should I know before the next meeting?”

His face lights up and he launches into an explanation of his most recent campaign.

“… and then, well I guess you’ll see what happens next. Don’t wanna spoil it for you.”

“Wow, that is amazing… and you came up with all of that?”

“Yep!” He grins nodding, proudly.

“Honestly, that is amazing, you’re so creative.”

He preens under your praise, blushing and twirling his hair in front of his face.

“It’s getting a bit late maybe we should head home?” You hate to say it, you’d stay out with him ‘til the sun came up, but it had to be said.

He deflates a little and mumbles in agreement, “Yeah, I guess you’re right. You… wanna do this again some time?”

He looks at you hopefully, as if you’d ever say no, you bump your shoulder against him as you walk, heading back to his van. “I would love to, Eds. Anytime you want.”

He gives you a goofy grin and murmurs, “Cool…”

You arrive back at your place much too soon for your liking, as he cuts off the engine he turns to you, “Lemme walk you to your door?”

You nod and he hops out, making his way over to your side and helping you out as usual.

You linger on the front porch, looking up at him, “Tonight was great Eds, really.”

“I had fun too, sweetheart.”

He pauses for a beat, shifting his weight from foot to foot nervously, his fingers tapping away at his leg unconsciously, “Umm… would it be alright if I kissed you?”

You grab his wrist and his fingers still their motions, you breathe out, “Absolutely, it would be more than alright.”

He ducks his head, leaning in eagerly, his nose bumps against yours and he kisses you chastely, both pairs of eyes fluttering shut. Your hand drops from his wrist, moving to tangle into his curls. 

One of his hands comes up to cup your cheek, stroking over it with a thumb. He groans when you tug gently on his hair, breaking away shortly after. He rests his forehead against yours, eyes opening to gaze into your own, “I guess this is goodnight then sweetheart.”

“Yeah, goodnight Eds… thanks again for tonight.” You sigh dreamily.

“No, thank you. Really, thank you for everything y/n.” He takes a step back, admiring you fully.

“Oh, stop it…” you slap his arm playfully, “… see you Monday?”

“Sure, will sweetheart. Sweet dreams.”

“You too, pretty-boy.” You giggle and wave as you turn to your front door.

Just before you slip inside you look back at him again and wave. He waves back, grinning broadly and you close the door.

He turns to return to his van, shoving his hands deep in his pockets, still grinning to himself and humming.

Your parents are sitting together in the living room, your mum’s watching tv, your dad snoring away beside her. When she sees you, she calls out in a hushed voice, “How was it?”

You match her tone, “It was great mum, I had a really good time.”

“See and you were worried about moving here. What did I tell you?”

“Yeah, yeah… I’m gonna head up to bed, goodnight.”

“Goodnight, love you.”

“Love you too.”

“I love you more.”

You roll your eyes thinking, ‘every time’.

When Monday rolls around Mandy stops you outside of O’Donnell’s class, you wave Eddie on and he goes ahead to the cafeteria without you. She tries to corral you into lunch with her and her friends, you apologise and explain you planned on having lunch with Eddie and another friend. 

She gives in and suggests a ‘girls night’ just you and her at her place after school today then. You accept and arrange to meet after your last period.

When you enter the cafeteria, you spot Eddie talking to a girl with a wavy bob, wearing a plaid button-down and tie beneath an oversized blazer. You give him a wave and he breaks conversation, waving you over.

“So, Robin… this is y/n, y/n this is Robin.” He gestures to each of you in turn.

You give her a nervous little wave, “Hi…”

She grins launching into an overzealous greeting, “Hi, oh my god finally… so you’re the girl Munson can’t ever shut up about, seriously he’s always like y/n this and y/n that-”

“Alright cool it Buckley.” Eddie cuts her off.

“Awww, you talk about me with your friends?” You pout over at him.

“He totally does, it is never-ending I swear, just yesterday we were…” she mimes smoking, “behind the Family Video… I work there, did he mention that… anyway, he was like ‘you won’t believe it, she called me-’”

She’s cut off by Eddie pressing a hand over her mouth, she licks it you assume judging by the way he reacts, retracting his arm, rubbing it off on his pants.

“That’s fucking disgusting.” He grimaces, “Stop embarrassing me.”

She pokes her tongue out at him, “If you don’t want to be embarrassed then just leave us alone dingus.”

“Ugh fine… just don’t say anything too bad.”

“Or what? You won’t do anything, I’m your best customer.”

“Yeah, whatever Buckley… see you around.” He turns to you, “Don’t listen to anything she says about me.”

You giggle at the exchange, “Don’t worry Eds I’m sure it’ll all be good things. If I don’t see you before then, you good for our study date tomorrow?”

“Yep, my place this time, you said?”

“Yeah, alright go back to your Hellfire buddies, let Robin and I get to know each other.”

“Ok see ya sweetheart.” He waves turning back to his usual table.

“You wanna grab a table?” She suggests.

“How about we eat outside instead?” You offer.

“Sure, lead the way.”

You find a spot beneath a large tree and settle in, pulling out your lunch, she sits beside you doing the same.

“So, what did you mean by ‘best customer’?”

“Oh, shit you don’t know?”

“Uh, know what?”

“Ahhh… Eddie sells me weed, we smoke together sometimes… I dunno, it helps ‘mellow me out’ you may have noticed I can be a bit… much. Just sometimes my mouth moves faster than my brain and it’s like I can’t get it to stop.”

“Hey, that is totally fine, it’s not a bad thing. Actually, I kinda like it, the way you just say whatever’s on your mind, it’d be great if more people were like that.”

“So, you really didn’t know about Eddie… dealing?”

“Well, I mean I’ve heard it around school, but he’s never talked to me about it. Didn’t know if it was true or not.” You shrug.

“But you’re cool with it right? I didn’t just like totally ruin everything for Munson?”

“No. No you didn’t… when it comes to that it’s not my thing but to each their own, I’m not about to judge anyone for it.”

She breathes out a sigh of relief, “Good. That’s good. So, you and Munson huh? Heard you two went on a date.” She teases.

“We did, went to the movies, watched Aliens, talked a little… it was fun.”

“That’s cute… but enough about him for now… tell me about you,” She begins firing off in quick succession, “…where’d you move here from, why, what’s your family like, are you liking Hawkins so far…?”

You giggle and she trails off, “Sorry, there I go again…”

“No, it’s ok… I think I got everything…”

You answer all her questions, she poses a few more as you talk prompted by your responses.

“… so, yeah that’s everything I guess.” You finish with a hum.

The distant sound of the school bell rings out across to the pair of you, you stand, “Well, that was fun. See you around, Robin.”

She rises to her feet clumsily, “Yeah, definitely we should hang out more. Maybe you can come past Family Video, I’ll put aside some of those movies you mentioned.”

“That’d be cool, thanks Robin. Anyway, better head to class.”

“Right, yeah me too.”

The two of you part ways once you re-enter the school with a wave. After lunch the day always seems to pass by so quickly, you wait for Mandy by the front doors. She appears by your side, “Ready to go?”

You nod and follow her along to her car, “Yep, did you have anything in particular in mind for tonight?”

“Dunno, figured we could chat, maybe listen to some music, do some face masks or something.” She shrugs.

“Yeah, sounds good.”

The two of you sit in her room chatting, everything had started of normal, you’d both painted your nails and applied face masks just settling in on her bed as music played from her radio. She brings up the topic of your date with Eddie, “So your date with Munson, how’d that go?”

“It was good, I really like him, you know…” She lets out an odd noise like a scoff.

“You should stay away from him.” She struggles to keep the bitterness out of her tone when she says it.

“Why does everyone keep saying that? I don’t get it!” You roll your eyes exasperatedly.

“Really you should end it with him. You know what they say about him, the things they call him. Freak. Cult leader. Dangerous. Devil worshipper. Drug dealer.”

“But he’s nice, always so sweet to me.”

“Yeah, for now.”

“What does that mean?”

“Look, I didn’t want to tell you this but girls’ gotta look out for each other, right?” She looks to you for response and you nod for her to continue.

“Well Munson and I had a… thing, I saw his band playing at The Hideout and well one thing led to another… Geez that boy is scary, real rough, it’s brutal. No wonder he’s never been able to keep a girl, all those chains and restraints and leather. Boy can’t keep it in his pants for two minutes, I’m surprised he hasn’t already tried it with you.”

“A-are you sure we’re talking about the same Eddie. I thought all that stuff was for show… just part of his style or whatever.”

“No, he gets off on legitimately hurting girls, it’s fucking sick. He really is a fucking freak. It’s a good thing I got out of there when I did.”

“O-oh… but why tell me this now? Why didn’t you say something when we first started hanging out.”

“I dunno, I guess I thought you were hearing it enough from everyone else, why would you listen to me?”

“Hey, you’re my friend, of course I’d listen to what you have to say. I’ll just… talk things over with Eddie and then we’ll see where we stand. Um th-thank you for telling me, I know it must have been hard for you to talk about.”

“Hey, I’m just looking out for you. What are friends for?”

She pulls you in for a hug and you miss the devious smirk plastered across her face when she does so.

You sit with Mandy at lunch the next day, trying to act like there wasn’t a raging turmoil currently going through your mind. You couldn’t wrap your head around it... Eddie likes to hurt girls... but that couldn’t be right, could it? But why would she lie about that?... Eddie gets off on hurting girls... scary... rough... brutal... 

And then you remember your plans for today, going to his place to study... what if he tries something... he wouldn’t, would he... he’d been so sweet and gentlemanly with you, but what if that was just a front.

You barely touch your food, pushing it around a bit before just dumping it all out and heading off to class early. You wonder whether you should try to cancel your study date... but how? No, no you should talk to him, get his side of the story first.

And at the end of the day, you find yourself waiting for him by his van, chewing on your thumbnail. Your hand drops as he approaches and you shy away from him.

“Hi, sweetheart, you ready to go?”

“Uhhh yeah...” You mumble uncertainly.

“Alright, hop in.” He opens your door holding out a hand to help you in, but you don’t take it. You miss the look of confusion that passes over his face, you avoid looking at him all together. The car ride is quiet and tense, he attempts conversation a few times only to be met with short, monosyllable answers.

When you arrive at his trailer, he makes another attempt to offer you his hand and again you avoid it. He ushers you inside awkwardly and motions to the couch, “I-I th-thought we could... maybe study out h-here... you know, spread everything out over the coffee table... if that’s ok?” He stutters out.

“Sure.” You wait for him to sit first before joining him, perched on the very edge of your seat.

“Hey, uhh... did I do something wrong? Are you mad at me?”

“What? No.”

“Then what’s wrong, you’ve been acting... off, since... well, lunch I guess?” His eyes get all squinty like they do when he’s getting serious.

“I... ummm...” You trail off.

“Talk to me tell me what I can do to help.” He implores.

“It’s just something Mandy said...”

“Shit... what... um what exactly did she say?” His voice wavers getting a little higher in pitch.

“She said you... you like to hurt girls... that you get off on hurting girls... physically... that you did it to her...”

He hangs his head pressing his palms into his face before suddenly throwing his head back arms raised, making you jump as he exclaims, “Fuck... why... Jesus why the fuck would she say it like that...?”

“Is it true? She said you use restraints... she mentioned chains and something about leather... and I thought that was just like your “style” or whatever... but she says you’re rough and brutal and... and... she said I should stay away from you, that she was lucky to get out when she did.”

“Oh, sweetheart no, no it’s not like that...” He goes to reach for you but stops halfway, thinking better of it.

“So, it’s not true... why would she say all of that, I don’t get it... where would she even get the idea that you use restraints, that you hurt girls to get off?”

“Well, I mean I do like that kind of stuff, but I’d never force anyone into it. I don’t need to do that kind of stuff to get off… it just makes it better… fuck, I just hate that this is how you had to find out. That she got in your head and scared you. I’m glad you came to me first though and let me explain myself. You must have questions, I’ll answer anything you want, just please hear me out before you judge.”

“O-ok, alright… so you like to hurt girls…?”

“No! Well, it’s more complex than that. I don’t really want to hurt you, like I’d never beat you or anything. It’s more like… God how do I explain it… there is pain, but the level is entirely controlled by you and how much you want-”

“But why would anyone want pain? And if you don’t want to hurt a girl, why do you do it?”

“It’s… well, for me personally it adds to the sensation, the right mix of pleasure and pain is just… something else… and then on the other hand the rush you get from someone handing over their control putting you in a place of power…

“Wait, for you personally… does that mean you like to be hurt too.”

“Yeah, that’s actually how I started all this… when I first got into it, I was a sub… that’s what it’s called, short for submissive. And I had a domme… dominant and she showed me the ropes and everything.” He pauses for a breath. 

“Then one day I started showing an interest in switching up the dynamic and she helped me out with that too. I lean more dominant now and I’m still in touch with my old domme, we haven’t done anything like that together in years, but I can always go to her for advice and just check in with her.”

“That actually sounds cute… in a weird way. Ok I think I’m starting to get it… kind of… but what if that’s something I’m not into?”

“That is perfectly fine like I said I’d never force you to do anything you’re not one hundred percent comfortable with and it’s not something I need.”

“But you said it is better, if it’s better then why don’t you want it like all the time?”

“You can still have a fulfilling relationship and sex-life without this kinda stuff.”

“What if… what if we try some stuff but I don’t like it?”

“If we ever do anything you’re not into or we’re doing something you can’t handle you need to tell me immediately and I will stop, you understand that?”

“Yeah, I do and uh thank you I guess.”

“Oh, sweetheart you don’t need to thank me for basic human decency. There are systems we can use to communicate when either of us is not comfortable in a situation, the most important thing to me is that we are both safe and that we can both have fun in a fully consensual way.”

It hits you like a tonne of bricks you’d just done the one thing you said you’d never do. You let the shit that people say about him get to you, you let someone change the way you saw him. You can’t believe yourself, hot, angry tears burst forth from you.

“Oh, no don’t cry… no, no, no. Hey, it’s ok. We’re ok, right?” Forgetting any previous hesitation he’s scopping you up into his arms and you blubber against his chest.

“Yeah… I-I’m so-sorry… sorry I let her get to me. I know I said I wo-would nev-ver let people change the way I see you b-but I did… I’m so s-sorry…”

He strokes the back of your head, slowly easing it back so you’d look at him, “Hey, I don’t blame you, if you’re not introduced to this sort of thing in the right way it could scare anyone off. But look, you came to me in the end, you listened to me and let me explain without judging me. I am very grateful for that and we are… good, right?”

“Y-yes…”

“Ok, well we can talk about this some more another time, ok… for now what can I do to make you feel better? I hate to see you so distraught.”

A few days had passed since the incident and Eddie was sitting with Robin behind the Family Video venting to her as they passed a joint between each other. It was the end of her shift and he’d needed to let loose and talk it out with someone.

“This fucking bitch right, as if she wasn’t totally into it when we were hooking up. I don’t get why she’d say that shit to her, try to scare her off like that.” He holds out the joint to Robin and she takes a drag before answering.

“Dude are you that fucking dumb? You can’t see why the girl you used to hook-up with would want to scare away your girlfriend?”

“No, what?” He accepts the joint from her outstretched hand.

“She still wants you Munson, how’s she gonna get pinned down by you if you’re going steady with someone else.”

“Ha, who woulda thought I’d be in such high demand.”

“Oh, don’t let it get to your head… it’s big enough already, especially with all that hair. Don’t forget you started this off mad at her and worried about y/n.”

“Yeah, what… what can I do, I don’t know what to do.”

“Don’t worry I’ll talk to y/n, we’ll sort this out.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, absolutely. Now give that here.”

The Monday following their discussion Robin approaches you, grabbing your arm without hesitation dragging you off offering no explanation.

“Uhhh... Robin what’s going on?”

“You’ll see.” Is all she offers in response.

You’d managed to avoid Mandy after the blowout that had occurred but you realise that is exactly where she’s leading you, following her as she steps into the girls’ bathroom.

“You hurt my friend you little fucking bitch, now you apologise and stay far away from her and her boyfriend.” It’s a calm, quiet rage, unlike you’d ever seen her.

“Yeah, and why would I do that? I didn’t do anything wrong. I didn’t say anything that wasn’t true.” She bites back.

“You… you did though…” you mumble nervously.

Robin stops you with a hand over yours, “You did fucking lie and because if you don’t, I’ll make sure the whole fucking school knows what a dirty fucking slut you are, just how much you love to take-” Mandy’s smirk drops.

“Whoa, Robin stop, don’t…” You gasp.

“No, I won’t stop, because if she does anything to hurt you or Eddie again, the whole school will know about her dirty little secret, how she likes to sleep around with the ‘Town Freak’ as she so likes to call him in public.”

“You wouldn’t… that’d hurt him too…” She attempts weakly.

“It wouldn’t actually, definitely nowhere near as what it’d do to you and your reputation.”

“Fine I won’t go near them, either of them. Happy?”

“Not just yet…” Robin drops your hand, storming over to her and laying the sharpest, loudest slap across her face you’d ever seen, it reverberates off the tiled walls.

“Now, I’m happy. Come on y/n, let’s go.” She walks back to you, grabbing your arm and leading you away.

You notice how she shakes her hand as you exit the bathroom, “You ok Robin, you didn’t hurt yourself did you?”

She glances down at her hand, “Nah, nah it was nothing.”

“That was amazing by the way, thank you.”

“Hey, what are friends for, right?”

“She uhh… that’s what she said right after she told me all that stuff about Eddie.”

“Oh, no, no she was never really your friend. You still have so many better friends than that and we are all here for you. You know that right?”