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synopsis - aew star hook has a fascination with the pretty makeup artist backstage. his friend bets he can’t go an entire night without bothering her.

warnings - smut, fuckboy!hook, hook shamelessly yearning, ofc, sub!ofc, dom!hook, blowjob, face fucking

a/n - hi! i’m back again but with something a little different. i know this probably won’t be my most popular fic bc it’s such a niche fandom. however, i really like pro wrestling and i hope you all can enjoy this fic regardless of if you like it or not. love you guys!!!

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Tyler’s eyes narrowed when she walked across the room. The way she dressed made him want to throw his head back and groan.

Author’s Note: Chapter 4 and we get more interactions with different people! I know I say this on all of my posts but people don't seem to listen and I've ended up blocking people already. So, I guess I'll say it again, I will am checking bio's, for everyone's safety. If I don't see anything that is noting that you are over 18 years old, I will have to block you.

Once again, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Summary: Beck is new to Hawkins High for her senior year. She is no stranger to being the new kid but when she bumped into Eddie Munson all her rules are thrown out the window and she finds herself falling for the school freak. Everything about him draws her in. Though Hawkins has its own chaos Beck will find herself in danger with the new friends that she is making. But will her actions be enough to keep everyone that she has come to love safe?

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Warnings: Mentions of Eddie preferring being dominant, mentions (but no use) of handcuffs, mentions of sexual experience. (I think I got them all, please let me know if I missed anything.)

** I do not condone the copying and reposting of my work. If I find that it is being done I will delete everything and cease writing.**

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During the drive to my house Eddie had shrugged off his jean vest and forced it around my shoulders. I kept my arms tucked inside, my smaller frame was able to keep completely in the vest and use it as a blanket. All of Eddie’s smells wrapped around me and I tucked the collar up under my nose to memorize every note and layer of his smell. His right hand remained on my knee. Not even when he had to turn, did he take his hand away, opting to palm the steering wheel and make the turn one-handed.

When we got to my house, I instructed him to pull right into the driveway. Once we were parked, I reached to open my door but Eddie interrupted me and said, “Wait, wait, wait.” He quickly hopped out and came around to get my door. He stood beside the door with a smile glued to his features. He held out a hand and said, “Princess?”

My heart was beating out of my chest. Oh, my lord, is this man even real? How long had he been waiting to be able to treat a woman that he cared about right, but this ruddy cruel town kept him under an oppressive boot. I shook the thoughts from my head and focused back on Eddie, eyes that shone under the full moon.

We walked up the steps and I unlocked the door and immediately froze. That was the first time that Eddie would be seeing the inside of my house. I quickly went through a mental list, yes it had been about a month since we moved but with how much my dad worked not everything was unpacked. The walls were mostly bare and there were still a few boxes scattered about. “Everything ok?” Eddie’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

I blocked the cracked door and faced Eddie. I looked up at him and quickly said, “Just know that we’re still, kind of, in the process of unpacking. There might be some boxes still around. I wasn’t thinking when I invited you over.”

Eddie laughed and leaned down to touch his forehead to mine and said, “Beck, I’m sure it’s fine,” he put his hand over mine on the doorknob, “You should see mine and Wayne’s place.”

I nodded silently and turned back to the door and opened it fully. We shuffled in and I turned on the entrance light. Eddie’s eyes scanned over the interior. We stood at the foyer with the two sets of stairs in front of us. The stairs to the left led up to the main level. The living room right on the other side of the half wall, which lead directly to the dining room and connected kitchen, then down the hall to the right of the stairs led to my room, the main bathroom, and a guest room. The stairs to the right lead down to the lower level that had a pool table, laundry room, a second bathroom, and my dad’s room.

I quickly kicked off my shoes, Eddie followed suit, and locked the door behind us. “Down the stairs is kind of my dad’s man-cave.” I walked up the stairs to the main level and Eddie followed behind me. “The only thing down there that I use is the laundry room.” I flicked on the light for the main area. I looked around and stood in the opening that led to the kitchen with my arms wrapped around myself. “I can give you the tour or I can cook us up something to eat.” I looked over to him and asked, “Which would you prefer?”

Eddie walked over to me, he took a gentle hold of my arms and bent down to be eye level with me. “Whichever you prefer, princess. Would it help you to relax by giving me a tour first?” I thought for a second. If I were to try and eat now, I wouldn’t be able to get anything down. I nodded in confirmation that doing the tour would be better first. “Then after you.” He held out an arm for me to begin.

I led us down the hall first and pointed out the hallway closet, that held any cleaning supplies and extra towels. I motioned to the bathroom, then the guest room across the hall from the bathroom, windows facing the backyard, then I paused in front of my door. I slowly opened the door and flicked on the lights.

“And this is my room.” I stepped in and out of the way for Eddie to enter. He looked at the pictures that hung in yellow gold frames around my room, a poster picture of a sunrise on a beach in colors of pink, blue, and yellow, that continued to the colors of my bedding.

Eddie moved to my desk under one of the two windows. A small smile pulled absentmindedly across his face as his fingers ran over the organized papers and pens in the cup at the corner. His hand moved towards the phone and then he paused. My heart sank. What caused him to stop? He turned to me his eyes stone with barely controlled emotion. “You kept my number?”

I walked up to him and looked down at the still taped phone number that hadn’t moved since Eddie had given it to me on that first day we met. “Of course, I still have your number.” I looked up to him and took his hand in mine. “I told you; I have been hoping for this day since that day.”

He squeezed my hand then continued on his own tour over my room. He paused at my bed and picked up the old white plush unicorn with pink eyes and pastel purple mane and tail that sat as decoration on my bed, I never had the heart to donate the childhood comfort plush. I held her up and said, “Oh, she’s cute.”

As I walked over, I said, “Hey, don’t make fun of Rainbow Dreams.” He raised a brow and hugged the unicorn against his Hellfire shirt, the light colors so at odds with his clothes. “I named her as a child. My mom got her for me and gave her to me when I went in to get my tonsils taken out.”

His hold loosened and his eyes moved to a picture that he had looked at earlier. “You look a lot like her.” I knew the picture that he was referring to. My mom and I were at the beach sitting on an empty lifeguard chair. She had grown up in Long Island, New York; and no matter where we were in the country, we always made it back to those beaches once a summer.

The words locked in my throat, so I just nodded as I stepped closer to Eddie. I cleared my throat and smiled. I changed the topic and asked, “Are you ready to eat or did you want to snoop some more?”

He laughed and gently put the unicorn on my pillows again. As we were walking past the end of the bed, Eddie paused and said, “Whoa whoa, hold up there.” I turned back to see what caught is attention this time. His gaze was going back and forth to the foot of the bed and the headboard. The design gold foiled metal poles bent elegantly. He took hold of main metal pole that arched up at the foot of the bed and gave it a shake. A devious twinkle shone in his eyes and he bit down on his lower lip. “Sturdy.”

My cheeks flared with heat and I squeaked, “Eddie Munson!” I stomped over to him, and began to push him out of my room. “You have lost your privileges of being in here.” He laughed all the way to door and let me move him out.

I had made up a box macaroni and cheese and we ate it in bowls in front of the TV with The Breakfast Club playing for us. Eddie groaned when I suggested it, and I had poked fun about why he wouldn’t like Bender.

“It’s Hollywood’s attempt at making a three-dimensional character,” he argued and bumped my shoulder with his. I hummed at his explanation.

“I dunno,” I said as I curled up to his side and rested my head on his shoulder, “I always thought it was hot.”

Eddie jerked a look down to me and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to not burst out in laughter. “You think that’s,” he jabbed an open hand towards the television, “hot?”

I looked over to see Bender open is hand and see the diamond earing in his palm. I watched as he put it in his ear and dramatically sighed. “Yup.” Eddie kept looking between me and the screen. “The way he puts her earing in. Totally letting the world know that he’s hers, even when they aren’t together. It’s romantic, Eddie.”

“Romantic?” He squawked fully leaning back to get a better look at me.

“Yes, Edward Munson, romantic,” I said and stood up as the final song finished the first chorus. I turned and faced Eddie as I began to sing with the tape. I pretended to hold a microphone and dance in the living room before Eddie.

Slowly a smile broke out over Eddie’s face as he realized that I was joking with him. He leaned back into the couch and watched as I sang for him. The final chorus began and I began the questions, “Will you call my name? Or will you walk away…” Eddie got up and scooped me into his arms before he began to spin us around as the final “la-la-la’s” erupted from the speakers. I threw my fist up like Bender did and slowly Eddie lowered me to the floor.

 He nuzzled his nose against mine and said, “You’re going to be the death of me, Rebecca Harding.” I groaned at my full name but kept my arms wrapped around his neck.

The night continued on and eventually Eddie ended up sleeping in the guest bed. He called it being a gentleman and that he couldn’t in good conscious share a bed with me when we hadn’t even gone on a proper date yet. I had rolled my eyes and bid him goodnight.

The next morning came and I woke up before he did. I hopped in a shower and quickly got ready for the day. It was barely 7am, my hair was dry and the top layers were sitting in my large rollers, when Eddie called from across the hall, “What the hell are you doing up so early on a Saturday?”

I chuckled and popped my head out of the bathroom to see him sprawled across the guest bed in nothing but his boxers. Heat flared across my face and I quickly looked away from his body and forced my eyes to stay on his face. His smirk crawled across his face as he said, “Good morning, princess.”

A whined hum escaped my throat and I quickly ducked back into the bathroom. I focused on finishing my morning routine. Eddie was laughing across the hall. I took a deep breath and instructed, “I’m just about done. I opened up a new toothbrush for you and it’s right in the mirrored medicine cabinet.” The bathroom door creaked open and there was Eddie, standing in all of his boxer glory. “Feel free to put it back when you’re done. No one uses this bathroom but me.” I squeaked.

“Thank you, very domestic of us,” he said as I slipped past him to let him use the bathroom. Just as I passed, he placed a kiss to my cheek and laughed when it caused me to freeze halfway through the door.

“Um,” I stuttered as he watched for me to go on, “Feel free to use the shower. I left out an extra towel for you.” Then moved back into my room to deposit my robe and pajamas from the night before.

“Thank you again,” he said and closed the door behind him.

I took a deep breath as I tried to get my bearings. Eddie would have to leave by noon just so I could make sure he wasn’t anywhere near here when my dad got home. While my dad was pretty understanding, it wouldn’t look good to be home alone before they had a chance to meet.

I heard the shower turn on and I went down to the kitchen to get out an assortment of cereal for Eddie to pick from. The shower was short and I had barely gotten the water boiling for tea when Eddie walked into the kitchen, thankfully, fully clothed and hair wet.

He looked between the boxes of cereal and asked, “What’s all this?”

I followed his gaze and shrugged, “I thought you’d be hungry.” He smiled and walked over to meet me at the counter. He leaned over and gave me a quick kiss. My lips trailed after his as he moved away. It didn’t go unnoticed and Eddie chuckled. He took my face in his hands and kissed me again. This time it was deep, slow, and deliberate.

My toes curled in my socks along the cold tiles. My arms circled around his torso and my nails skated down his back. He lifted his head and in a gravelly voice said, “Keep doing that and you’ll end up being my breakfast.” My breath caught and he looked down to me with a wolfish grin. “Best not, today, huh?”

He pulled away and we went about getting a bowl of cereal for ourselves. Eddie opted for a bowl of Honey Combs and I had a bowl of Oh’s. Once we were done, I washed the two bowls from the night before, the breakfast bowls, the pot from cooking, and the utensils. I dried and put away two of the four bowls, and the extra utensils.

Eddie looked at the remaining two bowls, two spoons, and sauce pan in the drying rack. He looked back to me with a raised brow and I said, “Now it looks like it was only me here. Come on, Munson. There can’t be four bowls and four utensils.”

He turned his head three-quarters and stared me down from the corners of his eyes, then said, “Oh, she’s a devious and clever girl.”

I threw my head back and laughed. “Hardly!” I looked back to him and walked over. I stood before him, our chests close, and I looked up from under my lashes. “So, I’m assuming you need to go home, huh?” He groaned as he was reminded of having to leave. I hooked a finger around one of belt loops and pulled him back to the present. His eyes popped open and looked down to me. I giggled and said, “Last night was wonderful. Thank you so much for staying with me.”

I was leaning up to kiss the corner of his lips when he said, “It doesn’t have to end.” I pulled back confused. “I just have to go home and change. It’s Saturday, so I can take you on that date that I promised you.” I smiled and nodded my head furiously. “Alright, then let’s get going.”

I grabbed the notepad next to the phone in the kitchen and quickly jotted down ‘Hanging out with friends. I’ll be back tonight. ~Becks”, then put it in the center of the island counter to ensure that my dad saw it when he came home.

Eddie and I locked everything up and left. Once again Eddie helped me into the van and with a loud bang we took off down the road. His right hand rested itself on my knee again, and after a few minutes Eddie threw in a cassette and began tapping his fingers on the steering wheel to the changes in cords on for the guitar in the song.

I looked at the fingers on his left hand moving so fluidly, then looked down between my left and right hand. I tried to make my left fingers move as fast as he did but it wasn’t nearly as smooth as my right hand’s. Eddie laughed from beside me then asked, “What are you doing?”

“How do you move your fingers so smoothly with your left hand?” I tried for myself again but it was just noticeable that my left fingers weren’t as controlled. “I mean, I get that you play guitar but, I thought that if you were right-handed the frets would be in your right hand.”

Eddie laughed and squeezed my knee, which caused me to jump and giggle at the tickles that ran up my leg. “I’ll show you how to play the guitar, if you want. But the frets go to your left hand.”

“Wild,” I said quietly as I watched him start back up the tapping on the wheel again. We let the music fill in the space of the drive and I took note of the drive and where we were going. Outside of going to school and into town from my house, I hadn’t actually gone anywhere in Hawkins.

We pulled into the trailer park and the van crunched down the gravel road. We were about halfway down the road when Eddie pulled up to a trailer that was next to a little covered pavilion. He turned off the engine but remained frozen in the driver’s seat.

I leaned to get a better look at his face and saw that his eyes were wild and staring out into space. I reached out a hand and placed it on his arm, then said, “Eddie, are you ok?”

“Yeah,” he said distantly.

“Eddie, you’re not ok. What’s wrong?”

He took a deep breath then looked to the front door. “It’s just, you had a really nice house and if you want to wait in the van, you can. I won’t be offended.” He tried to pull up the mask of eased amusement.

I smiled gently and cupped his face in my hand before I said, “Eddie, it is entirely up to you. If you would prefer, I wait here, then I’ll wait here. But I like everything that you are.”

Eddie released a shaky breath then with a sheepish look asked, “Would you be ok waiting out here for five minutes just so I can make it look a little presentable?”

“Of course,” I said, smile still intact. I looked around and found the morning sun bathed the tables of the pavilion in a warm gold. I pointed over to the tables and said, “I’m just going to be right there.”

Eddie leaned over and kissed my cheek. “I don’t deserve you.” Then he was out and coming over to get my door. I stood before him and he held my arms as he stared down to me and said, “I’ll be out in five minutes and then I can show you around Munson Manor.”

I giggled and reached up on my toes to kiss the corner of his mouth. When I came back down I said, “Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.” He quickly kissed my lips and ran into the trailer like the Tasmanian Devil.

I giggled again as I turned and walked over to one of the tables in the sun. I sat up on the table top and stretched my legs out into the sun on the seat. I leaned back, braced my arms behind me, and let my head fall back as I soaked in the warm rays. I listened to the park come to life in the early morning.

I was just getting comfortable when I heard the gravel crunching as multiple wheels come up and stop before me. I peeked a look up and saw Mike, Dustin, and Lucas before me with mouths hanging open.

Immediately, my mind remembered what Dustin walked in on the night before. I swallowed the rising embarrassment and said, “Hello boys. Fancy seeing you here this morning.”

Dustin was the first to speak, Mike and Lucas simply stood there with their mouths hung open, “Fancy seeing you here, this morning, Beck.” I waited. The pin was pulled, where was the bombshell? “Have a good night last night?” There it was.

“Dustin Henderson, I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I said carefully.

Mike seemed to have burst as he said, “We know you kissed Eddie.”

My face fell as the words washed over me.

“Not just kissed; from what we heard it sounded like they were eating each other’s faces,” Lucas said and Dustin began laughing as he looked between me and his two friends.

I held up my hands and hopped down from the table. “Alright, alright. Let’s clear the air ok,” I said and walked over to the three boys. “Yes, Eddie and I kissed in the drama room after everyone left for the evening.” I looked to Dustin. “Yes, Dustin walked in and saw a very personal display of affection.” I looked to Mike. “This doesn’t change the dynamics of the group. You were all there before me and I get that.” I turned to Lucas. “However, you three know something that the other members of the group do not.” I took a step back too not focus on individuals, rather the trio in full. “So, it would be extremely appreciated if you don’t go running your mouths. That way Eddie and I can announce this ourselves. Got it?”

They all nodded in time for the trailer’s storm door to open behind me. Then Eddie’s voice rang out, “Hey! What are you guys doing here?” He was bounding down the steps to stand at my side.

“Oh, we were-,” Mike said and looked between the other two boys.

“We were just heading over to Max’s place,” Lucas said and jabbed a thumb in the direction of a trailer across from Eddie’s, “See if she wanted to hang out.”

Eddie gave a single extended nod before he looked over to Dustin and reached into his pocket. When his hand came out there was a D-4 die pinched between his fingers. “Henderson, here’s that D-4 that you were looking for.”

The tension between the two sides was thick enough to cut with a knife. I sighed and took the dice from Eddie and handed it to Dustin. “For the love of god, boys. Just relax.” I took Eddies hand in mine and squeezed. “Yes, Dustin saw us kissing.”

“Sucking face…” Dustin mumbled.

I glared him down and squeezed Eddie’s hand as he went to lung and wrestle the boy. “Fine, Dustin saw us making-out. However, this is a chance to show your maturity and leave it be.” I smiled to each of them in turn and closed up the conversation with, “Now, if you don’t mind, we will see you on Monday. Have a good weekend, boys.”

The three boys waved and said their goodbyes. I turned Eddie and I around and began to walk back towards the trailer. “You sounded like a mom, back there,” Eddie said as he leaned closer to me. He slung his arm over my shoulders and said, “It was kind of hot.”

A breathy laugh burst from my mouth and I pushed off him. “Eddie! That is disgusting!” He lunged towards me, wrapped his arms around my torso and held me firmly so I couldn’t get away. “Eddie, we are going to wake the neighborhood.” I squealed as he tickled my sides.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m not the one being loud,” he said as he tickled again. Finally, we both sighed into the hold and Eddie rested his chin in the crook of my neck and shoulder. “So, what do you say to that tour and we figure out what we want to do today.” I looked over to him, his eyes so close to my own that I could have gotten lost in them. Slowly I nodded in response to his question.

We walked into the trailer and my eyes scanned the area. Immediately to the right was the living room area, with a television pressed against the half wall between the living room and the kitchen area. There was a wall of trucker hats and when I looked over to Eddie there was a wall of mugs hanging on hooks. A smile pulled to my lips as I went over and looked at the assortment. Each one was different, a collection of memories from all the places they had gone.

Eddie came up behind me and said, “Yeah, Uncle Wayne likes coffee.”

I turned back to him, unable to hide the smile that was still plastered to my face. “I love them. They tell a story.”

He laughed shakily and rubbed a hand on the back of his neck. “That’s one way to put it.” He turned back to the interior and pointed around as he said, “Obviously, this is the living room and kitchen,” he turned to the left side of the trailer and pointed down the hall, “The first door on the right is the bathroom, the door next to that is Wayne’s room, and the door at the end of the hall is mine.”

I looked over to him with a raised brow and asked, “Mind if I take a turn?” He held out a hand for me to proceed. I walked down the hall with Eddie hot on my heels. I bypassed the bathroom and walked right for the final door. It was cracked open and sun from the uncovered windows made the inside glow out into the hall. Eddie was right beside me as I pushed open the door fully.

“Sorry for the mess,” he said, “I wasn’t expecting you to see it, otherwise I would have cleaned.”

I turned back to him, smiling, and said, “Eddie, stop apologizing. This room is perfect. It’s so you.” I looked back and directly across from the door was a dresser and mirror combination, but what snagged my attention was what hung in front of the mirror. There was a stunning electric guitar.

He followed my gaze and said, “Beautiful, isn’t she?”

“Completely stunning,” I said quietly. I took a step forward but paused. I looked up to Eddie and asked, “May I touch her?”

His face softened, then said, “By all means,” he leaned down to put his mouth close to my ear and said, “She is meant to be touched.”

My pulse fluttered through my body and I turned back to the guitar, anything to keep my mind distracted. I walked over and tentatively reached out a hand and ran my fingers over the polished surface. I sucked my lips between my teeth as I took in the details of the instrument. It truly was beautiful.

Eddie came up beside me and took my wrist in his hand. He steadied the guitar and strummed my fingers over the strings. A gentle twang sounded and he said, “There you go. If you’re going to touch her, then touch her.”

I looked into his eyes as they dazzled under my appreciative ministrations of his guitar. Something glinted behind him on the opposite wall, to the left of the door. My brows pinched together as I looked around Eddie. Once my eyes focused on the hanging objects my breath caught and heat exploded across my face. Eddie noticed the change and turned to where I was looking.

He looked back with a mischievous smirk. “What caught your attention, princess?”

I gulped and nodded to the hanging chained handcuffs. “What are – What are those for?”

He turned and walked over to the hanging handcuffs and took hold of the chains. “Well, princess, one day I would love to show you but these are used when someone can’t follow directions and remain still as I take care of them.”

My heart felt like it was going to burst from my chest. Never had I ever even thought about such wild things to do in the bedroom. Sure, I was still considered fairly inexperienced, at the time I had only had sex with one guy and it was disappointing to say the least, but I wouldn’t have considered myself naïve.

Eddie tracked the growing blush across my face, down my neck, and along my chest. “It’s very helpful. Sometimes you get so caught up in your own head and it’s nice to just let go, let someone else take control and worry.” It wasn’t lost on me Eddie’s use of ‘you,’ even though it could have easily been meant in the general ‘you’ sense.

He held out a hand and I slowly put mine in his palm. He closed his fingers over mine and pulled me closer. He moved my hand to touch the chains. Once my fingers closed around the cold metal his large, hot hand moved to the small of my back. “Do you hang from a wall?”

Eddie laughed and said, “I mean, technically yes, but that wouldn’t be where I had in mind.”

I looked up to him and saw his pupils blow wide, mine probably didn’t look much better as I tried to imagine where else the chained handcuffs could have been used. There would need to be an anchor of sorts. “So, where then?”

Eddie’s hand at the small of my back squeezed the fabric and he said, “So curious,” he took my hand from the chains and brought my knuckles to his lips. With gentle lips he kissed my skin. “If you ever want to try them, you just let me worry about that. Ok?” I nodded. “Use your words, princess.”

I needed to break the spell that I was under. Needed to snap the tension that was coiling between us. I tried to be cheeky and said, “Yes, sir.”

Eddie groaned and squeezed my fingers between his as he closed his eyes. “Alright, we need to get us out of this room, before I throw chivalry out the window.” My breath caught in my throat and I let Eddie direct me to the door.

We sat on the couch, Eddie’s hand in mine as I played with his three large rings. We had been trying to come up with what to do for the day. I had asked if there was a mall that we could go to. We could go to a food court, then eat lunch at the food court. However, Eddie informed me that there was a fire at the mall and it was still under construction to eventually reopen.

In the end we decided on going mini-golf. It took a moment to convince Eddie, but when I suggested that we also stop at the music store afterward, Eddie agreed. By the time that we had agreed on the day’s plan we were able to get up and go.

Eddie blared music in the van as we drove and any time there was a song that played that I knew we both sang at the top of our lungs. I realized, then, that I would never get sick of hearing his laugh and seeing him come alive while having fun. His wild curls blowing in the wind of the lowered windows, his hands flying around as he performed, and his warm brown eyes sparkling with laughter.

We pulled up to the mini golf park and saw that most people had the same idea and there were families and couples enjoying the warm September day. Eddie paused and looked at each group. My eyes scanned the crowd to see if there were any familiar faces that would cause trouble. When I didn’t see any of them, I rested a hand on Eddie’s arm.

He looked over to me and I said, “If anyone shows up that we don’t want to be around, we leave. It doesn’t matter what hole we’re on. Ok?’

A small smile tugged across his lips and he said, “Yeah, that works for me.” I smiled and before I knew it, Eddie was jumping out of the van and came to my side.

We were able to go through all 18 holes. Neither one of us played to be good, rather Eddie attempted to hit the ball with one hand, then between the legs, and then with his eyes closed. By the end of the game my stomach hurt from laughing as much as I did.

Eddie said that he would take the clubs back to the little rental hut and would meet me at the van, while I went and used the restroom. I was washing my hands when a girl with a bouncy ponytail walked in. She paused behind me as our eyes met in the mirror and smiled wide.

“Hi Becky,” she said genuinely.

“Hey Chrissy, how are you today?”

“I’m great! What brings you here today?” She came over to me as she tugged her cardigan closer in the chill of the air.

“Oh, um, I was actually here on a date.” I said but then tried to think of a way to finish the conversation. If Chrissy was there then that meant there was a good chance that Jason and his crew was there. I felt bad that I couldn’t get to know Chrissy, she truly seemed like a nice person.

She gasped and clapped her hands together. “You’re on a date? With who?” She then shook her head and said, “No wait, I want to guess.” She thought for a second then exclaimed, “Please tell me it’s Eddie Munson.”

I felt my cheeks blush and I was given away without having to say a word.

She squealed and took my still damp hands as she bounced on her heels. “Oh, I’m so excited for you two! You guys always look so cute together.”

I giggled and looked down to our shoes as I said, “Thanks Chrissy. That really means a lot.” I paused and looked up to her again. “I’m sorry to ask this, because I do enjoy talking with you, but is Jason and the guys here, by chance?”

Her face fell and said, “Yeah, they are. Why?”

My heart fell and I rushed to the door. “I’m so sorry, Chrissy, but I have to go.” I looked back to her; her smile had fully dropped from her features and my heart broke for her. “I just have to get back to Eddie. But let’s definitely hang out. I need some girl friends.”

Her smile came back as she nodded. “Definitely! I’ll give you my number on Monday. I just don’t have a pen on me.”

A mirroring smile pulled across my face and I said, “I look forward to it. I’ll see you Monday.” Then I was running from the bathrooms towards the van.

Thankfully, I saw that Jason and his crew were all grouped by the rental hut and Eddie’s van seemed quiet in the back of the parking lot. I made it to the passenger door and saw Eddie’s white-knuckle grip on his steering wheel. I lightly tapped the window, just so he could see it was me before the door started to open. I was glad that I did knock first, because even with the gentle tap, Eddie’s head snapped to me with wide eyes.

I slowly opened the door and climbed into my seat. “Hey, sweetie,” I said quietly, “I’m so sorry that took me a second. Chrissy stopped me in the bathroom and started talking.” I put my hands over his, slowly I moved them from the wheel and between us. “I came as soon as I could. Is everything ok?”

He nodded his head and said, “Did anything happen with Chrissy? What did she want?”

“She just asked how I was doing, asked if I was on a date with you.” He froze. “She was actually very nice, Eddie. She got so excited when I said that I was on a date with you.” I looked over to the group that was drifting from hole to hole. Chrissy happened to look over as I watched them.

She smiled wide and waved over to me. I waved back, then turned back to Eddie and said, “I actually feel bad for her. She’s kind of stuck with those jerks.” Eddie hummed as he thought through all I had said.

Author’s Note: Chapter 5 and we get more interactions with different people! I know I say this on all of my posts but people don't seem to listen and I've ended up blocking people already. So, I guess I'll say it again, I will am checking bio's, for everyone's safety. If I don't see anything that is noting that you are over 18 years old, I will have to block you. I know some chapters are tame but just to be safe I need to do this.

Once again, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Warnings: Bullying, Adult Language (if I missed anything, please let me know)

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** I do not condone the copying and reposting of my work. If I find that it is being done I will delete everything and cease writing.**

ALSO: I gave the one Hellfire/Corroded Coffin member the name "Matty" as I couldn't find anything for him other than "Freak 1". If there is a different name than what other's prefer, please let me know!

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The rest of the weekend was quiet. Eddie had practice with the band Saturday night and I had to do my weekend homework on Sunday. It wasn’t until Monday morning, when Eddie picked me up for school, did we see each other again. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting when he pulled up to the curb. But it still surprised me to see him waiting at the open passenger door. When I met him at the van, he reached out and pulled me in for a kiss.

My lips met his, and at first my eyes were wide, completely motionless. But after a moment my eyes closed softly and I pressed my body into his. I hummed into the kiss and found my arms had moved to curl around his neck.

He pulled away from the kiss, but left his forehead pressed to mine. “Good morning to you too, princess.” He gave me a little squeeze. “I missed you.”

“It was barely a day and a half,” I said as I pulled away from him and moved to get into the van.

He stopped me and pulled me back into his arms. “Are you saying that you didn’t miss me?”

I sighed and said, “Of course, I missed you. But you made it sound that we haven’t seen each other in a week.” He hummed as he brought his face closer to mine, ready to kiss me again. “What’s going to happen if one of us as to take a trip?”

“Well, I’m not going on any vacations and I’ll just follow you anywhere you go.” He said it so matter-of-factly, like it was the simplest solution and how silly of me not to think of it.

I laughed as I ducked under his arms and got into my seat. “Come on, handsome, we have to get to school.” Eddie sprung forward and placed a peck on my lips before he closed the door and ran over to get into the driver’s seat. We drove with the music on down the road, but as we got to the first turn off my road, reality tickled the recesses of my mind. I turned down the music and said, “So, the Freshman know about us. Chrissy knows about us. Do we just say ‘fuck it’ and act like every other couple at Hawkins?” I picked at the hem of my jacket and continued, “I mean, that’s completely up to you. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Eddie’s hand squeezed my knee, it pulled my attention from the hem of my jacket to his eyes that darted between the road and me. “I want to yell from the rooftops that we’re dating. I couldn’t give a shit less about what they think.”

I smiled over to him, then said, “Alright and should we say something directly to our friends?”

Eddie grinned and said, “Oh, don’t you worry about Hellfire. I have that under control.” I nodded as we pulled into the school parking lot. One less thing for me to worry about.

We got out of the van and the only change from how we had walked into school for the past month was that Eddie’s arm was slung over my shoulders. No one stared, no one called to us, and no one approached us. I thought that, maybe, spending every day at school made people not care that we were seen together, even if the change between us was monumental for us. Regardless, I felt the tension drip away from me as we continued through the parking lot. Even as we passed Jason’s car, I wouldn’t have looked if a brilliant smile hadn’t caught my eyes.

I looked over to see Chrissy beaming. When our eyes met, she held up two thumbs then turned back to the group before anyone noticed her looking our way. Eddie leaned over and asked, “What was that about?”

I looked up to his curious eyes and said, “I told you; she was super nice when we ran into each other in the bathroom on Saturday.” I leaned up and kissed his cheek. “Maybe we over thought all this and people really don’t give a shit. I mean, you stand on the lunch tables, for gods sake. Us dating, probably, will go unnoticed.”

He grinned and squeezed my shoulders in his arm. “You just want to see the best in people, don’t you?”

I shrugged. “I’m just hopeful.”

We walked through the double doors and at the senior hall of lockers Eddie went to his while I turned and went to mine. As I approached my locker, I saw a crowd of people. They seemed to have been laughing and I groaned as I hoped that some kid didn’t leave milk in their locker over the weekend, the smell having caused the scene. However, as I neared, I realized that the commotion wasn’t just near my locker, it was at my locker.

My heart jumped to my throat and I felt my knees shake. Painted diagonally across the entire locker-face was the phrase: Freak’s Slut in bright red. As I approached, the laughing faces turned to me. I swallowed my humiliation and forced every other emotion down until only anger coursed through my body.

I was nearly vibrating by the time I faced my locker and at the corner of “t” in slut I scratched my nail on the paint. It chipped under the scratch, cheap acrylic paint. I turned on my heel and stalked back out to the parking lot. I barely noticed Eddie on his way back to me.

The stares followed me along my rampage through the parked cars until I saw the group of letterman jackets. “Hey assholes,” I shouted.

Every face turned to me; the at-ease smiles turned maniacal at my approach. Jason stood in the middle of his group; they all had their hands tucked into their pockets, the picture of ease on a Monday morning. I forced a wild smile to my face as I stopped before them.

“That was such a funny joke,” I said as I looked between each guy at least a foot taller than me. “I wonder, though, who was the artist? I would love to give my compliments.”

Chrissy tugged at Jason’s sleeve as she tried to ask what was going on. Jason just tucked her further behind him. “We don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Yes, you do, I thought but I simply said, “Well, that’s too damn bad.” I looked between them all until my eyes caught on the sleeve of Chance’s letterman. A smudge of bright red stained the white. Slowly, I walked up to Chance. The gathered crowd behind me went dead silent, and even the air hung with baited breath. I pinched the red spot and said, “Missed a spot, Bob Ross.”

I turned to begin walking back to the school but there was just enough anger left in me. I turned back to half face them again and said, “Oh, and Chance? Use a little bit of Dawn dish soap, cold water, and a wash cloth. Dab, don’t rub. It’ll only make it stain if you rub.” I winked, clicked my cheek and have him a finger-gun, then turned back to the school.

The entire audience that gathered “ooh”ed at my parting comment. Eddie stood at the front of the crowd, waiting for me to come back. Something dark shone in his eyes, but when he looked down to me it was replaced with an unnatural calm. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and tucked me close to him. The crowd before us parted and I had to remind myself to keep putting one foot in front of the other as the adrenalin faded.

The entire Hellfire Club, except Lucas, spent lunch with me at my locker while I cleaned the metal of the red paint. They all went in order of how awful the jocks were and that it was cool that we were together. Eddie offered to help with the scrubbing but I turned him down. Whether it was pride or a way to keep the anger down, I wasn’t sure.

Every now and then, Eddie would reach over and pop a mini-pretzel in my mouth. I was on the last letter when I leaned back on my heels and said, “Well, at least we didn’t have to have some awkward talk with you guys about us dating.”

The guys all started to laugh.

“I was actually going to announce it at lunch,” Eddie said casually. Everyone, myself included, looked over to him to elaborate. “It’s been a while since I got on my soapbox - .”

“Got on a table, you mean,” Gareth said between bites of a very sloppy joe.

Everyone laughed and Eddie laughed sarcastically, then said, “As a matter of fact, yes. I had planned to stand on that table.” He stood from his place next to me. “I would have gotten the entire cafeteria’s attention.” He cleared his throat as if he was playing out his plan in the hall for us. “I would have reached out a hand to our lovely lady,” he reached out his hand to me.

I took it, giggles escaped me as he pulled me up with him. He held me as if we were about to tango when he continued, “Then I would have announced, ‘Here ye, here ye! I would like to announce that this stunning woman has agreed to date me! So, if you have any lingering ideas of trying to snatch her up, you can put them to rest before I do it for you!’ Then I would have spun you around,” at that he spun me into a dip. “Then I would have - .”

Every boy in the hall began to yell, “No,” as Eddie tried to lean in for a kiss. We had all been laughing so hard that we didn’t see a figure make their way down the hall and stand just outside of our group.

There was a soft cough to get our attention. Eddie pulled me back up to an upright position, but tucked me carefully under his arm. Chrissy Cunningham stood just outside our group, arms wrapped around herself and the toe of her perfect tennis shoe rubbed against the tiled floor.

“Hey,” she said softly, “I was just wondering if I could talk to Becky really quick.”

The boys all looked to me and I leaned up to place a quick kiss on Eddie’s cheek. I turned back to Chrissy and said, “Yeah, sure.”

She nodded quickly and we made our way just down the hall and out of earshot of the boys. We both leaned against the lockers, shoulder to shoulder, out of the corner of my eye I noticed that Eddie had taken up scrubbing the last letter off my locker. Dustin must have said something and Eddie chucked the rag at him. I laughed as I turned back to Chrissy and she was looking at me with glistening eyes.

I turned fully towards her and asked, “Whoa, are you ok?” She sniffled and went to rub the tear that was threatened to escape her eye. “Wait right there,” I said gently and took a tissue out of my back pocket that I had stored there at the start of the period in case I started crying while I cleaned my locker. Thankfully, with all the boys there, I had only laughed and the tissues went unused. I dabbed the tissue at the corner of her eye and said quietly, “If you rub, you’ll have a red spot. You should know that.” I leaned back with smile,

“Why are you being nice to me? I came to apologize to you,” she said as another tear threatened to take the place of the one I had just dabbed away.

I handed her the tissue and said, “I’m nice to you, Chrissy, because you have done nothing against me.” I leaned back against the lockers with her. “You have only ever been nice to me.”

“Yes, but Jason and the other guys on the team have been awful to you and Eddie.” She dabbed another tear. “They have made you feel uncomfortable and that’s not ok.”

I shrugged and said, “Chrissy, this isn’t the first time that I’ve had to deal with jerks. But it is the first time that I’ve had friends to help me through it.” I looked back at the group by my locker now flicking soapy water at each other.

She laughed as she looked at them too. “Why have you had to deal with jerks before? You’re so pretty.”

I looked back to her and it was true confusion in her eyes. “Well, when you have a smart mouth, dorky interests, and you’re a military brat… you’re only cool on your first move.” Chrissy laughed and tabbed her eyes again. “But I meant what I said on Saturday. I would love to still hang out some time, if you still want to that is.” I looked over my shoulder to the boys as Eddie wrestled Mike to the ground. “I’m drowning in testosterone over there.”

Chrissy was giggling as she watched the show unfold. “Do they do this a lot?”

“Oh yes, and you wouldn’t believe who the instigator is.” We both laughed as I took out a pen and little notebook from my other back-pocket. I jotted down my phone number and tore out the page. Chrissy took it with tentative fingers.

“May I?” She pointed to the pen still in my hand. I handed it over and on the lower half of the page she jotted down her number, tore the page in half, and handed me her number. “I would love to hang out some time.” She tucked the half piece of paper in her pocket and said, “Well, I should probably get going. They think I’m in the bathroom.”

I nodded and said, “If you ever want to talk, just give me a call.” I reached out my arms with a shrug. It was like watching someone cut the strings of a marionet, tension eased from her shoulders and with a tentative step Chrissy hugged me.

“Thank you, Becky,” she said when she pulled away.

“Chrissy, we just hugged. I think it’s safe to say you can call me ‘Beck’ like all my other friends.”

A true, unfiltered smile broke across her face. “Thank you, Beck.” She backed up down the hall and she patted her pocket as she said, “I’ll call you.”

I waved just as she was about to turn. Chrissy returned my wave then skittered around the corner back to the cafeteria. I walked back to the group. The wrestling had paused and they were all staring up at me. Matt was the first to speak up, “Did you just exchange numbers and hug Chrissy Cunningham?”

I paused and said slowly, “Yes, why?”

“What if she’s going to run back and give your number to all the jerks,” Matty said with his earrings glinting as he jolted forward in emphasis. I rolled my eyes and clutched my heart dramatically. “Oh, please save me. If they start prank calling my house… What ever will I do?” I raised a hand to my forehead and proceeded to Shakespearian faint before the group. I lifted my head from the floor and looked to their shocked faces. “I think I’ll survive.”

Author’s Note: Chapter 3! It's finally getting some steam in here! On that note, I will now be checking bio's, so for everyone's safety, if I don't see anything that is noting that you are over 18 years old, I will have to start blocking. I had so much fun writing this! Also, feel free to listen to "Living on a Prayer" during the D&D scene.

Once again, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Summary: Beck is new to Hawkins High for her senior year. She is no stranger to being the new kid but when she bumped into Eddie Munson all her rules are thrown out the window and she finds herself falling for the school freak. Everything about him draws her in. Though Hawkins has its own chaos Beck will find herself in danger with the new friends that she is making. But will her actions be enough to keep everyone that she has come to love safe?

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Warning: Mentions of imagined medieval weapons in D&D descriptions. Heavy making out, mentions of male anatomy, slight suggestions of dom!eddie and sub!ofc, adult language, and ending with teeth-rotting fluff.

** I do not condone the copying and reposting of my work. If I find that it is being done I will delete everything and cease writing.**

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The weeks bled from one to another and as summer turned to autumn, I found myself fully enveloped as an honorary member of the Hellfire Club. Even though I had yet to be asked to officially join a D&D campaign. During the nights that the boys would play I would always join and sit in one of the chairs off to the side with my nose buried in a book. I wouldn’t push it, but I had come to the conclusion that if I wasn’t invited to join them before the month’s end, I would ask Eddie how I could work on getting involved.

It was a cool, mid September evening. The stage lights in the drama room were set to make the room glow red and yellow, as if we were in a dungeon ourselves. I had my nose buried in The Hobbit while Eddie led the group on a wild adventure, themselves. I put my finger between the pages that I was on and watched from my chair.

Eddie was perched on his throne, his folders propped up with his campaign notes facing him. His arms moved dramatically around him as he set the scene that the company was walking into. I smiled as I watched.

I quickly put my bookmark in to mark my place in favor of immersing myself in the world that Eddie built. He had to have felt my eyes on him because, without missing a beat, he glanced over to me. My eyes locked on his and my chest tightened. He continued to explain the world that he was building but winked to me mischievously. I gulped.

He turned back to the group and I stood to open a window. My skin felt like it was on fire. The more time that Eddie and I spent together the tighter a tether twisted between us. I faced the open window and let the breeze brush through my hair and took a few breaths before turning back to the group. I still felt his eyes on my back but I tried to block it out and release the tension that was building in my chest.

I took my seat again and watched as the boys fought against a hoard of goblins. Eddie laughed maniacally as member after member was decimated. Each boy sweating and wringing their hands as their players were smacked off the board when they fell. I felt myself shift to my knees and try to peek onto the board to watch the final players, Lucas and Gareth, try to decide what to do.

I had kept a mental tally of how many points they had left verses the remaining 3 goblins and the cave troll. Lucas’ character had a remaining 9 hit points left, Gareth had 8, the goblins had 1, 4, and 3, and the cave troll had 7. It was going to be extremely tight but they could do it.

Lucas and Gareth argued back and forth, Eddie’s grin slithered across his face as they were leaning towards retreat. I felt my heart leap into my throat and before I could stop myself, I was pushing off of the chair and yelled, “No!”

All eyes shot to me and the heat returned to my face. I had never spoke during the campaigns, letting the boys enjoy and letting the events play out in my mind. I looked between them all as they continued to stare at me. Finally, my eyes landed on Eddie and the smirk that graced his face was nothing but devilish. His eyes glimmered.

I cleared my throat and stood fully from the chair and walked over. Every movement felt deliberate and conscious, never had I ever felt more aware of my movements before. I looked between all their faces, Eddie’s last, before I looked back to the board. “You guys have a total of 17 hit points left and they have a total of 15 left.” I pointed to the one goblin and said, “This guy only has one hit point left. It’s just barely but the numbers are in your favor.” I took a step back and my eyes fell back to Eddie, his eyes pierced mine, “Don’t retreat. Fight.”

There was silence and Eddie’s eyes twinkled as they remained locked with mine. Finally, Lucas began nodding and said, “Alright, yeah. I say we fight.”

Then began the final stand. The weakest goblin was taken down immediately. Then with good strategy Lucas began to attack the cave troll, while Gareth went for the remaining goblins. In the end, it was Lucas with 3 hit points left, Gareth with 2, and the cave troll with 4.

All we needed was for one of them to walk away with 1 hit point left and it would not have been in vain. Eddie leaned over the table, eyes darted between the board, Lucas, Gareth, then me. I had my lower lip pulled between my teeth and worried a chapped spot. Gareth rolled his die and it was a critical miss. Eddie rolled for the cave troll and it was a hit against Gareth’s player. With a wild voice Eddie narrated, “And with a fatal blow from the cave troll’s club one final member of the once gallant company remained!”

Lucas looked to me and I gave a single nod. My fingers twisted together and I prayed I hadn’t just doomed them to a failed attempt. Lucas shook the die in his hand. Even the air seemed to still as we all waited for the die to fly. He released it and the die flew through the air, mimicking Lucas’ Barbarian Dwarf throwing his axe. The die spun and spun on the table. The toppling sides boomed in the otherwise silent room.

In my mind’s eye, I could see the axe flying towards the cave troll. Waiting. Waiting. Then it was silent. We all peered down at the motionless die. 19.

Eddie let out a crazed yell with a wide smile plastered to his face. He stood on the throne and dramatically feigned to crumble beneath the blow. The boys all began to yell and cheer. I felt my eyes grow wide and my body become light as the realization washed over me. The troll fell. They had won. I felt hysterical laughter bursting from me as I high-fived all the members.

I looked over to Eddie and he was flopped on the throne with a content smile. Jeff was holding my shoulder and shook me gently as Dustin squeezed me in a hug from the other side while he jumped up and down. From behind me Gareth talked over my head, “Eddie, she has to play!”

I looked up and met Eddie’s stare. “That is entirely up to her.” Eddie stood from his throne and sauntered over to me. The chaos quieted and the boys released their holds. Slowly they stepped behind me as Eddie came and stood before me. “What do you say, Lady Beck,” he said, “Care to officially join the Hellfire Club and help this company in future quests?”

A smiled crawled to my face and I looked down to Eddie’s waiting hand. I placed my hand in his and said, “It would be my absolute pleasure, Dungeon Master.”

“Welcome to Hellfire,” he purred and brought my knuckles up to his face and kissed them.

Oh, sweet lord, save me.

Everyone began to clean up their belongings and file out of the room until it was only Eddie and me. I helped fold up the map that he had created and put all the pieces into a small drawstring bag. As Eddie finished organizing the pieces of paper in his multiple folders I went over and closed the window that I had opened earlier. I hadn’t heard him come up behind me but I stilled when Eddie pulled up the shoulder of my shirt and said, “We’re going to have to get you a Hellfire shirt, now that you accepted to join us.”

I turned to face him and felt my heart stop with how close he was. I looked up to him, our chests a breath away from touching. I felt the heat radiating off of him. “I’m going to have to work on my screen printing so it doesn’t look like trash.”

He tucked a loose piece of hair behind my ear and said with a gravelly voice, “I doubt anything that you do would turn out like trash.” He leaned closer and my chest brushed against his on my inhale.

I tried to think up something witty. Something to fill the tense space between us. His eyes darted to my mouth then back to my eyes. The air between us turned electric. Words continued to escape me, the only thing that ran through my mind was Eddie… Eddie… Eddie…

I must have said his name out loud because he said, “Yes, princess?” My breathing became heavy, I couldn’t think of anything else, and my eyes moved between his eyes and his mouth. “Tell me what you want.”

This was it. The moment that every clever glance, every electrified touch, and every well-timed wink was leading to. I stood on the precipice, teetering between the safety of maintaining the status quo and all that was possible; all that was Eddie. I couldn’t tell if it was my labored breathing or if I had leaned closer to him to cause our chests to remain in contact. I tried to focus on what to do but ended up only thinking of him. His presence. His smell.

“You,” I whispered, “I want you, Eddie.”

“Thank fuck,” he groaned and immediately his hands grabbed onto me, one cupping my face and the other wove into my hair, and pulled me into him.

Our lips came together and it was like touching a live wire. The tether between snapped and I molded my body to his. My hands trailed their way up his back and found purchase in his curly locks. My senses pulled me in all different directions as I took in everything that was Eddie Munson. The way that his lips were just slightly chapped, and how they scraped across my own. The way that his callused fingers pulled against my skin as his rubbed my cheek.

My body acted of its own accord and I left my tongue tentatively reach out and grazed his lower lip. A deep moan sounded from his chest and his one hand traveled to my hair. His fingers spread along the roots of my hair and with a slow and deliberate move, he squeezed. The pull of my hair left me gasping under him and Eddie took that moment, tilted my head for better access and pulled my lower lip between his teeth.

My arms clutched onto him; without that I would have melted to the floor. A whimper sounded in my throat as our tongues danced together. Everything about Eddie was intoxicating. From the way he tasted of tobacco and mint, to the way that he controlled every moment. I didn’t have to think, didn’t have to worry.

Slowly, Eddie moved from my mouth and I mewled in protest for the loss of his mouth on mine. His lips trailed over my skin and I felt his lips setting into his smirk that seemed to be reserved for me. “What is it, princess? What else do you want?” He began kissing my neck and I breathed heavily as I leaned my head back to give him better access.

“Don’t tease me, please,” I begged pathetically, “You know what I want.”

He chuckled darkly and squeezed the roots of my hair again, “Oh, but I need to hear you say it.”

The blood in my veins was on fire. I was going to combust right there. I clung to Eddie and molded my body to his. He was so much taller than me, he consumed me. A primal moan sounded from him and he pressed his hips into me. Along my fluttering stomach I felt his hard length mold into me and I couldn’t help the gasp that escaped my mouth.

“Use your words, princess, and I’ll never deny you,” he breathed into my ear as his other hand traveled down my neck, the hard silver of his rings raked down my sensitive skin.

I opened my mouth to reply. To say anything to make sure he continued this sweet torture, but the world froze over when there was a loud bang, then crash from the drama room door. “Shit,” Dustin Henderson yelled as he scrambled to grab the things that he knocked over.

Eddie leaned his forehead against mine and the heat that spread over my body should have set us both on fire if the ground didn’t open up and swallow us whole. “Henderson,” Eddie ground out through his flexing jaw.

“Shit! Sorry guys!” He was still trying to put everything back as he fumbled at the doorway. He began to ramble, “I came back because I thought I left my D-4 in here. I remember chucking it after I died but couldn’t remember picking it up. Shit. Shit.”

Tentatively I said, “Dustin.” I stayed hidden in the curtain that was created with Eddie’s hair as he kept his forehead pressed to mine.

“I just need to look really quickly,” he continued, not even registering that I said his name, “You guys just carry on. I’m not even here. Wait, don’t carry on, please…”

“Henderson!” Eddie yelled as he flopped his head back and away from my face. Dustin froze mid step. Eddie had his eyes closed as he took deep breaths. “I have your D-4 and I will give it to you tomorrow.”

“Oh,” he said with feigned chipper-ness, “Well, that’s perfect. I will see you both tomorrow. I hope you have a lovely night.” He made his way towards the door, but his smart mouth couldn’t help itself, “Be safe, and make good choices.”

“Henderson!” Eddie spun towards the door and I groaned as I leaned against the radiator under the window and slid down to the floor. I covered my face in my hands to try and hide the blush that had consumed my face.

There was commotion as Eddie ran for the door and Dustin quickly shut it behind him as he raced away from Eddie’s pursuit. Eddie stopped at the closed door and smacked his hand against the wood. Then his hysterical laughter erupted as he flipped around to face me again. He leaned against the door and continued to laugh.

I peaked between my fingers and asked, “Have you finally lost your mind, Munson?”

He looked down to me and even with my hands covering most of my face I had never felt more exposed. He shattered through every wall, every façade until I was complete bare to him. He sighed and slid down the door until we both sat on the floor, facing each other, with the entire room between us. “That was not how I imagined our first kiss to end.”

I removed my hands from my face and wrapped them around my legs that were tucked up to my chest. “You’ve imagined our first kiss?”

That devilish smirk spread across his face again and he said, “Only every day since I saw you waiting at the curb for that damn bus. Your head tilted back,” he moved to be on all fours and began to slowly crawl across the room toward me, “Your long, slender,” a shiver ran down my body, “neck exposed.” He was before me and I began to feel light headed. He tilted his head and asked, “What about you? Have you ever thought of our first kiss?”

I took a breath and realized I hadn’t been breathing, “Ever since you called me ‘princess’ that first day in your van.”

He grinned and sat down in front me cross-legged. “Well then, princess. We seem to find ourselves with a choice to make.” I remained quiet waiting for the choices that he was thinking. “We can go back to the way things were,” I felt my heart drop, “Pretend this never happened. Still be friends, I’ll pick you up and drive you home from school.”

Before I knew what I was doing I was already shaking my head ‘no.’

He laughed, then said, “Good, I didn’t like that option either.” He reached out and took my hand in his. Then his eyes bore into mine as he said, “The second option is that I take you on a date.” I felt the smile tug to my face before he finished. His mirroring smile was so different from the devilish smirk that had been on his face most of the night. “We can do whatever you want. We can go to a movie, or go to a diner,” he paused but never looked away from my eyes, “Anything you want.”

I flung myself forward and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Yes,” I breathed excitedly. We toppled over, Eddie lied with his back against the tile floor and I was lying on top of him. I looked down and his eyes glimmered in the red and yellow stage lights, his curls created a wild dark halo around his head. Not even Michelangelo’s Sistine Chapel could compare to Eddie in that moment. “I would love to go on a date with you.”

He wrapped his arms around my waist and tucked his chin into the crook of my neck. His arms shook around me.

“Eddie,” I asked as I held my arms tighter around him, “Are you ok?”

He laughed into my neck but didn’t release his hold, “You have no idea how nervous I have been to ask you out.”

“Wait, seriously?” I pulled away slightly and cupped his face in my hands. “I’m not intimidating at all.”

His brows raised dramatically and said, “Oh, you’re terrifying, princess.” We both laughed has he raised a shaky hand to brush some fallen hair behind my ear. “Never in my 19 years would I have thought I would find someone so perfect.”

I laughed and smacked his chest lightly, “Oh come on, Eds.”

I moved to get off him but he tightened his arms around me and began to dramatically sing, “Since you’ve gone, I’ve been lost without a trace – I dream at night, I can only see your face – I look around, but it’s you I can’t replace!” I laughed and tried to wiggle out of his arms.

“Eddie Munson, how on earth do you know that song, you metal head?” I finally gave up trying to get out of his hold and just remained in his arms.

He shrugged and said, “I dunno, it just came to me.”

I laughed again and said, “Alright, keep your secrets, but we should get off this floor.” He groaned and rolled his head back against the tiles. “Come on, Romeo.”

I pushed up to a kneeling position, straddling his waist. I held out a hand for him. He peaked at my hand and flopped his hand into it. Too quickly for me to react he had sat up and quickly pecked my lips.

I gasped and flew my other hand, that wasn’t still holding his, to cover my mouth. “What was that for?”

His face was inches from mine, a smiling plastered to his features and his eyes shone, “Do I need a reason to kiss you now?” He quickly pecked my exposed cheek, then went back to where he was to stare into my eyes again. “I can do it whenever I want, now.” He pecked my other cheek. “You already said yes.” He pecked my neck and I squished my shoulders up as I giggled. Then he was pecking kisses wherever he was able to.

I giggled and leaned away from the rain of kisses. His arms shot out and kept me hostage as he continued to kiss my face, hair, neck, shoulders, absolutely everywhere. “Eddie,” I squealed. Finally, he sat back but didn’t release his hold around me. My laughter quieted and I stared back into his endless chocolate eyes. “Stay with me tonight?”

His eyes widened and his brows shot up and under his curly bangs, “What?”

“Stay with me tonight?” I felt embarrassment creep up my cheeks at my boldness. Christ, Beck. He only just asked you out! I began to backtrack, “Of course you don’t have to. Just if you wanted. And you only just asked me out, I get that. We won’t do anything. It’s just my dad is on a 24-hour shift at the base and won’t be home until tomorrow night and…”

Eddie pecked my lips to shut me up and when he pulled away he was smiling, “Of course I’ll stay with you.”

“Ok, because you don’t have to if you can’t and if Wayne is expecting you home. I just don’t want to say goodbye,” I rambled.

“Beck,” Eddie said as he took my face in his hands. He leaned in so our noses touched and his eyes were comically wide, “I’d be more than happy to stay with you.” Then he was grinning with all his teeth as he said, “Okay?”

I laughed and said, “Alright, alright, I’ll shut up.” We got up from the floor and collected our belongings. Eddie slung his worn black backpack over one of his shoulders then draped his other arm around my shoulders. We turned off the lights to the room and locked up for the evening.

As we walked outside the crisp air washed over us and a shiver ran down my body. I tucked closer into Eddie’s warmth and he kissed the top of my head while he guided us toward his waiting van. One day I would get over the butterflies that would erupt at every one of his touches, but that night wasn’t that day.