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On the Outside - Pt. 2

inmate!eddie x teacher!reader

summary: with 1994 potentially being one of the worst years of your life, you hope that 1995 will be better.

or Eddie comes home.

warnings: SMUT MINORS GTFO, miscommunication, characters that are minors in the show not being aged up according to the timeline, drinking, r addressing their drinking problem, oral (f receiving) protected p in v, semi public? heavy petting

wc:14k

1994 | 1995

playlist.

January 19th, 1995

“And when you take the line that Romeo-”

With ten minutes left in class, you were suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door. All eyes turn to see Mr.Bridges standing with his bright smile and a crisp new tie. He gives a friendly wave and stands there waiting for you to greet him. He gets the hint when you give him a questioning look.

“Hello, all! I hope you had a good holiday season,” he waves, a stack of envelopes in his hand. You did your best to keep your excitement contained, watching his hand as he made his way to you, “I have your newest letters here. And I just want to say that the boys at the jail loved the cards, guys. You all wrote some very nice things and they all had a light in their eyes when they read them.”

When you went to grab the stack from his hands, he stopped you, stepping close enough to whisper. “Can I talk with you in the hallway for a moment, please?” Your heart raced at how serious his tone was. Nodding, you let the class know you’d be stepping out, and to do some self study in the meantime. Mr.Bridges closed the door behind you, clearing his throat before turning to face you.

“Is everything okay? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you not smiling. It’s kind of creeping me out.” You joke, trying to lighten the tense vibes this interaction is giving.

He looks down and the ground for a moment before looking back up to you, “So, I have some bad news. About one of the inmates.”

Your heart dropped to your ass.

“W-what happened?”

“There was an…incident over the holidays,” he starts, “one of the inmates was attacked and, unfortunately, didn’t survive.”

Your head reeled back, suddenly dizzy. He kept speaking before you could think much more.

“We don’t know how it happened, but we are looking into making sure that our security measures don’t let it happen again. But,” he perks up again, easily slipping back into his sunny disposition, “in the meantime, that means you don’t have to worry about writing to your inmate anymore!”

Oh, god you wanted to puke.

“E-Eddie died?” You could barely get out the words and your vision started to go blurry as tears welled up in your eyes.

“What, oh, no, another inmate,” he said nonchalantly, “Eddie’s fine, but he’s just going to be reassigned to the student who had the inmate who passed. Wasn’t very happy when we told him about the switch, but when we told him that you weren’t super keen on the whole project to begin with, his tune seemed to change.”

It was too much coming at you all at once. It felt like the worst case of the spins. Relief hit first, and then mortification. Bridges was talking but you couldn’t hear the words. He handed you the stack of letters as the students started pouring out of the classrooms before disappearing amongst the crowd.

The rest of the morning you were in a funk. Only on your lunch break were you finally able to sit down and process everything. Eddie is alive. A positive. Eddie probably hates you. A negative. Anger bubbled in your body. Why would they even tell him about your disapproval for the program anyway? Sure, you had your reservations, but you’ve had a change of heart in the last few months.

“Fuck,” you burry your face in your hands and run them down to your neck. The stack of envelopes sit on your desk. You’re not sure which student got Eddie in the mix, so you flip through the envelopes to see if the handwriting looks familiar. Sure enough you see a name in the familiar chicken scratch handwriting. You sit back in your chair with a huff, throwing the envelopes on your desk.

Tears started to fall. You looked up to the ceiling to try and cease their descent but it was too late.

It’s always just when it starts to get good that it’s all ripped away from you. Just when you started getting good at soccer, you broke your foot. Just when your dad started coming around, he relapsed and ran off again. Just when you got to see your moms face light up when she found out she was getting her first grandchild, you had a miscarriage. Just when you thought your life was going to be normal for once in your life, your husband had to have an affair. And just when you thought you had something in your life to look forward to, that was taken away from you, too.

“Hey, Marcus ordered pizza, it’s in the breakroom-” The chipper voice of Mr.Clark made you jump, bringing your sleeved wrists to your eyes to hide the evidence. “Woah, hey, what’s going on? Did Carl Thompson try to set his paper on fire again? I told Ester that he needed to be searched when he gets off the bus in the morning.”

You let out a light chuckle at his attempt at humor, though there was some truth in his words…Regardless, you just shake your head and give him the best smile you can muster. “No, not today, Scott. I’m just, um, still a little emotional from the holidays?”

“Ah, yeah, I get it,” he nods his head in solidarity, “I was pretty blue after Jen left. Still not much better, really.” The thousand yard stare he gives as he says those last words make you feel a little concerned for him in the moment. You give him a look, and he instantly goes back to his normal self, “But, hey, it does get better. Valentines day probably wont help,” his eyes widen in momentary distress, “but, the staff usually have a little party at Bennigan’s, so that will be fun!”

You just nod your head, “Yeah, sure, sounds like fun…”

There’s a moment of awkward silence before Scott tsks and slowly starts moving out of the doorway to your classroom. “Well, yeah, anyway, uh, pizza’s in the breakroom.” Then he’s gone.

You wait a moment before letting out a laugh you desperately needed.

January 21st, 1995

“Open up, you’re not skipping out on another weekend!”

A groan pours from your chest, muffled by the pillow you’ve got your face buried in. Another knock comes from the front door, Robin’s voice booming from the other side.

“Alright, alright!” You barely lift yourself from the couch to lean over the arm, twisting the knob of your front door to let your beloved friends in. As they make their way inside, you twist your body to look at the clock on the stove, but your vision is too blurry to see. “What time is it?”

“Nine in the morning,” Steve says as he lifts up your feet to sit at the end of your couch, placing them back in his lap, “we’re going to brunch, then we’re hitting up the mall. Robin is in desperate need of a new pair of shoes.”

“I’m pretty sure I have the back of an 80 year old. Probably from carrying the weight burden of being Steve’s only friend.”

Your whole body shakes from laughter, Steve’s face only making you laugh harder, “You are not my only friend!” He gestures to you, still laying on the couch, boneless in you lack of effort to peel yourself from the couch, which doesn’t go unnoticed by Robin.

“Oh, yeah, this barnacle of a human is totally worth calling your friend,” She says jokingly as she grabs your arm in an attempt to pull you from the couch.

“Hey,” you say defensively before starting to maneuver yourself upright, “I still move around. If I’m any sea creature I’m at least a starfish.”

“Pardon me, I’ll make sure to properly address you next time.”

After getting properly dressed and piling into Steve’s car, you let them drag you around to brunch, letting yourself have a few mimosas and eating enough appetizers that you barely touch the food you ordered.

At the mall, you let Steve and Robin drag you from store to store. They stop and laugh at the empty spot in the food court where their old ice cream job used to be before it caught fire (neither of them would tell you how it caught fire). Eventually, Steve ran to the bathroom, leaving you and Robin to wander around the mall.

“Why don’t you get yourself something nice?” She nudged you, tilting her head in the direction of a fancy underwear store, her eyebrows wiggling suggestively.

You scoff, rolling your eyes, “Why? Who am I gonna wear it for? You and Steve?”

Her shoulders shrug, “Hey I’m not complaining. But, you never know. Love will soon be in the air, and maybe you’ll get asked out on a date. Wouldn’t it be nice to wear something cute like that,” she points to a mauve coloured bra and panty set on one of the mannequins in the window, “rather than the same $2 pack of granny panties and K-Mart bra all the time?”

“Are you suggesting I’m going to be putting out on the first date?” You look at her with a deadpan expression.

“Hey, I’m not judging,” her hands go up defensively, “But, you’d probably feel better knowing that if you did get lucky, at least you came prepared.”

Looking into the store, then back to your friend, who gives you the best convincing face she can muster, you slump your shoulders and make your way into the store. You try on a few things, using Robin’s expert opinion to find something that pops on your colour wise and fits your body’s curves the best.

When you emerge from the store after making your purchase, you find Steve sitting on a bench a few feet away, eyes scanning around him. Once his eyes meet the two of you, he jumps from his seat and makes his way over.

“What the hell, you guys totally disappeared on me!”

“Relax mother bear,” Robin pats Steve on the back, “We just wanted to make a quick pit stop before we go.”

Steve eyes the bag in your hand when you lift it up for him, and his cheeks get a dusting of pink to them. “Ah, I see. Well, I guess that means we’re ready to go then?”

After making one more stop on the way home to pick up dinner, the three of you settled on Steve’s couch. Just as he went to take his spot next to Robin, the phone rang. Steve lets out a groan before making his way into the kitchen. “Harrington’s residence,” he says with his fake customer service voice, you and Robin to stifle your giggles. His face goes from annoyed to wide eyed, and a smile blooms across his face.

“You mean tonight?” He asks, eyes flicking over to yours for a moment, “Yeah, yeah, we’re just about to watch a movie, but it can wait. Do you know what time? No, no it’s fine, I know you’re busy, sir.”

Steve looks at his watch and nods his head. “Yeah, okay. We’ll be right here when he does. Thanks, Mr. Munson. Bye-bye.”

You feel your eyes go wide. Munson? Steve answers your questions before you can even think to ask them.

“So, Eddie is gonna call in, like,” he looks at his watch again, “20 minutes. His uncle said he meant to call sooner but hadn’t had the chance,” he looks at you with a quirked brow, “Is that going to be okay? You don’t have to be in the room when we talk to him if you don’t want to-”

“No, no, I’ll be fine!” You wave your hands, “Don’t do anything different on my account.”

“Are you sure?” Robin’s voice has a more teasing tone compared to Steve’s.

“Yeah, no, it’s cool,” you sit back on the couch, trying to disguise your nerves, “Just…pretend I’m not here.” Your attention is now on the cuticles on your nails, and you miss the look of mischief on Robin’s face, along with Steve’s nod in return.

To avoid the awkwardness that started to build, you jumped up from Steve’s couch and made your way to his fridge to get a drink. Taking a long sip, you almost drop the bottle entirely when the sound of the phone ringing again makes you jump.

A lump in your throat forms, and you feel butterflies instantly in your stomach. Shit, is that sweat on the back of your neck? You watch as Robin springs up from the couch and makes her way to stand next to Steve. When Steve picks up the phone a woman’s voice can be heard on the other end. He gives a short “yes” and the phone is quiet for a moment. Robin looks at you from over Steve’s shoulder with a smile. Then, you can hear a voice.

“Hello?”

Robin and Steve adjust themselves so that the phone is between both of their ears. “Hey, Eddie,” Robin says with a cheerful enthusiasm.

“Sup, man,” Steve says cooly, “How’s it going?”

Your heart flutters when you hear a soft laugh from the speaker of the phone.

“Same thing, different day. Been trying to keep myself occupied. Old man got sent to solitary again so I had to be on my toes last week. But,” he said the last word with a sing-songy voice, “I did get some good news.”

Robin and Steve look at each other, visible excitement in their eyes.

“Did you get a set date?” Robin’s ask, becoming excited and pulling the phone closer to her ear. Steve pulls it back and gives her a look.

“Yep! Only five more miserable months and then I’m a free man,” you can hear the relief in Eddie’s tone as he practically shouts into the phone. Whoops and hollers come from your two friends as they bounce around in front of you. You can’t help but feel excited for him too, eyes meeting with Robin in mutual excitement.

“That’s so awesome man,” Steve laughs into the phone, “just in time for your birthday, too.”

“Oh, yeah! We’re definitely going to terrorize the Hideout,” Robin says.

“You have no idea how much I’m looking forward to it. Can’t wait to drink with the kids, too,” Eddie laughs.

The three of them continue their back and forth for a few minutes, talking about their mutual friends and what shenanigans that they can all get into.

“Hey, are they doing a rose festival this year?”

You perk up at this, still standing idly by and sipping on your beer. Robin notices and smirks, “Yeah, I think so. Why do you ask?”

“I’ve been thinking about it for a couple months. You remember that pen pal thing I was telling you guys about?”

Now both sets of eyes are on you. A slight blush covers your cheeks, and you feel your heart beating faster.

“Oh, yeah, with that teacher? Are you still doing that?” Steve winks at you. You look at him wide eyed, mouthing “what the fuck” but he just brushes you off.

Eddie’s tone shifts, “Still writing letters, but not to her.” There’s a clear malice in his voice. Like just the thought of you made his mood sour. All the butterflies die instantly and fall into your ass at his words. Steve and Robin look at the phone confused. “What? Why?”

There’s a pause for a moment. “I can’t really go into the details. But they told me I couldn’t write her anymore. I got pissed off and told them that the reason why wasn’t fair, that I wanted to keep writing to her. Well, turns out she never liked writing to me anyway. The guy running the whole thing said that she was only “doing it out of obligation” and wasn’t the nicest person in the first place. Said she was trying to get canceled from the start, made it seem like it was a chore.”

“That’s not true!” You finally speak up, tears welling in your eyes. “I mean, it’s not totally true.”

There’s a pause, the three of you standing in complete silence for a moment.

“What?” Eddie’s voice, crackling in the receiver, is riddled with confusion, “Is someone else there? Hello?”

Grabbing the phone from Steve’s hand, you take a deep breath before bringing it to your ear. “I like getting letters from you, Eddie.”

The line is quiet for a moment. Then, he says your name softly, but like it’s a question.

“Yeah…surprise?” Your voice is small, and it matches the smile on your face. You wait for Eddie to say something in response, but there is a sudden commotion coming from his end. All you hear is him yelling back at someone before the line goes dead.

“Eddie? Eddie, hello?” Your panicked voice makes Steve grab the phone from your hand, bringing it up to his own ear. “Did he hang up?” He asks, looking at you confused, placing the phone back on the receiver.

“I-I don’t know,” you stammer, “It was quiet and then I heard some muffling and yelling. Then the line went dead.”

“Shit,” Robin places a hand on your shoulder, “You think he’s okay?”

“Can you call him back?” you look to Steve, pleading for him to do something.

Steve shakes his head dismally, eyes darting between floor tiles, “No, only he can call us.” He shrugs, lifting his head just enough to look at you through his lashes, “We did talk for a while, maybe his time was up?”

You couldn’t help but frown at his words, your mind going to the worst case scenario of what could have happened.

“Hey,” Robin’s words brought you back, “He’s fine, don’t worry about him. He’s always been able to hold his own.” She gives you a questioning look, “You didn’t tell us that you weren’t writing to each other anymore.”

Your head rolls in frustration, “I only just found out on Thursday. Some guy died and it fucked everything up. One of my students gets to write to him now and I don’t get to do anything about it.”

Fist slamming on the counter, you feel your blood starting to boil. “I never said it was a chore to write to him. Sure, I was skeptical at first, but I haven’t said a single negative thing since the damn thing started. I just…Fuck, I knew he was going to be mad at me.”

The warmth of Steve’s hand on your back along with the weight of Robin’s head on your shoulder as she link arms with yours grounded you. You expected them to say something, but they just let you cry it out, moving you to the couch. They knew that the tears falling weren’t just because you lost a pen pal. It was a break down that was a long time coming. Everything came pouring out, letting your wound be open and exposed to the air.

February 3rd, 1995

“-Then, you’re going to write his name, his booking number and his cell block. That’s all the stuff I told you before.”

You nod your head, as if the voice on the phone could see you. “Okay, got it. So I just write the address and stamp it now, correct?”

“Yeah,” Dustin Henderson squeaks on the other end, “And it should work. I write letters to him all the time since we don’t have a phone in our dorm. I tried to stick some blank papers in there once for him but he said they confiscated it and still made him pay for the paper he does write on. Messed up, isn’t it?”

“I know, right,” you say with an ire, placing your letter in the envelope before licking it closed, “What a way to squeeze money out of someone.”

“Totally! Anyway, I’m sure Eddie will be stoked to get your letter. Steve gave me some of the details, but when he reads what you said there’s no way Eddie can stay mad. He pretends to be a tough guy but he’s a total softy -- Don’t tell him I said that, please.”

“I promise,” you laugh, “It’s the least I can do for all your help, Dustin.”

“Hey, who am I to keep two people from falling in love,” the suave suggestion in his voice makes you blush, but you keep yourself together.

“We’re not in love, we’re barely even friends.”

“Yeah, yeah, save it for the wedding. Which I better be the best man for!”

“I think you’re breaking up, Dustin! Thank you for your help! Byeeee!”

Leaning against the wall next to the phone, you take in a deep breath before letting it out and up with exasperation. Holding the envelope between your fingers, smoothing your thumbs over the edges, you stare at his name for a moment. The envelope feels heavier than normal, but that’s the difference that writing three front and back pages will do.

Three pages, all written with your heart. The invisible eye of judgment that looked over you when you wrote your letters before had disappeared. You felt the need to explain yourself after everything that had transpired. You didn’t sugar coat anything, because that wouldn’t be fair. But, you hoped that when you explained your background a little that he would understand your reservations. It only seemed fair to tell him that you knew more about him than you let on in your last letter, hoping that when you explained how Robin and Steve had entered your lives that it would clear up any misunderstandings.

It was hard to write, but you concluded the letter by telling him that you would understand if he still hated you. If he didn’t want to talk to you ever again, you would respect that, even if it meant having to distance yourself from your friends. You signed with your own rendition of a small rose next to it, and made the last minute decision to add your apartment phone number at the very bottom. You didn’t want to get your hopes up, but you put it there just in case.

February 14th, 1995

As the final bell rang for the day, you wished your students a safe trip home, reminding them to have their homework packets done by Thursday. Once the last student filed out, you wasted no time getting to tearing down the pink and red decor that had been haunting you for the last two weeks. You’d not been a big fan of Valentine’s Day to begin with. Even when you and Henry were still together he had only really put in any effort the first year or two. Then it just became mundane and predictable. He’d take you to dinner, get a little wine in you, and expect you on your knees once you got home.

It was almost nice to spend a year doing something different for once.

“Hey, Anita wanted to get a head count tonight to make sure we have enough seats. You’re still good to go, right?”

“Yeah,” you turned to see Scott at your door, “I’ll be there, 6 sharp! Just going to run home and get out of my teacher costume.”

Mr.Clark laughed at that, “Alright, see you later then!” He gave a little wave before he tucked himself back out into the hall.

After cleansing your classroom of any signs of love, you made your way home to get ready. Even though Steve was a little bummed you wouldn’t be joining him and Robin for a night of cheap chocolate and shitty made for TV movies, Robin was more than happy to hear that you wanted to get out of your shell and make more friends. “Don’t forget to wear that set you got!”

And you did. Not that you expected anything to happen, but she was right about feeling good in it, even if it was just for yourself. Self love counts on Valentine’s Day.

When you came home later that night, you were still in a fit of giggles from the excitement at dinner. Between the surprise karaoke set up and the look on Scotts face when Mrs.Blaine pulled him back to the bathrooms during the peak of the night, you’d dare to say that you’d had a good time. You’d even limited yourself to one drink before switching to water.

As you peeled your jacket and boots off the red flashing of your answering machine caught your eye. You walk over to the machine, letting it play as you walk around the apartment.

“You have: two missed messages. First message.”

BEEP.

“Hi, darling.”

You stop mid step. Goosebumps cover all of your body at the sound of his voice. You hadn’t heard it in months. Almost a year now.

“I’m sorry I missed you…In more ways than one I suppose. I’m guessing you’re probably out with Stephen tonight. I saw the two of you out with your friend at the mall a few weeks back.”

A pause in the message has you wondering if he hung up after that.

“I…I guess I just wanted to say that I hope you’re doing well. You looked as much, and they way he looked at you…Well, I guess I can’t comment. Hope you have a good night. Love you.”

Love you.

You scoff.

“Second message.”

BEEP.

“This call is coming from Pendleton Correctional Facility from:”

“Eddie Munson.”

Quicker than you’ve ever moved before, you’re sure your feet barely touch the ground as you make your way to your living room.

“Hello? Oh was that a beep? Shit, sorry.” He was clearly flustered, his fumbling only made you feel giddy like you were listening to a voicemail from your crush.

“Let me start over. Hi, it’s Eddie,” he laughs, “I hope it’s not weird for me to call today. They only make you pay half as much if you tell them you’re calling your old lady. Not that I’m saying you are my-my, uh, girl or whatever.” You could almost picture how red he must have been as he was talking. You couldn’t help but burry your face in your hands and falling over on your couch, floundering around at the implication.

“I would have called sooner, but I had to wait for your number to be added to my approved call list. Just, uh, wanted to let you know I got your letter. I wrote you one back, but I’m waiting on a stamp. The freaking ran out since everyone is sending love letters. So as soon as they get more I’ll be shipping that out to you. But…I wanted to tell you that I’m not mad. That Bridges, he’s a real asshole. He keeps bragging about how as long as the project goes well then he gets a bonus.”

You were shocked at first, but it all made sense when you thought about it. In your gut, you knew there was no way his sunny demeanor was genuine. His insistence on your participation as well. He probably would have lost money if you hadn’t taken on his offer.

“And as much as I hate the guy, I gotta admit that we wouldn’t be…whatever this is without him. On that note, I also feel like I need to get something off my chest.”

Heart beating a million beats per second, you sit up straight, keeping your eyes on the machine as if it would disappear if you looked away for even a second.

“I may or may not have known a little bit about you before all of this happened, too. Before we started writing to each other actually, thanks to the wonder twins telling me all about their new friend whose asshole husband cheated on her with a girl 15 years younger than him. They would talk about you any time I called and I started to look forward to meeting you when I got out. That hasn’t really changed…” The audio is muffled for a moment, where he probably put his hand over the receiver, “Alright, jeeze get off my back, Tony. I’ll be done in a fucking minute. Sorry,” his voice becomes clear again, “these guys are jerks. Anyway, to make a long story short, I think that we should just put the stupid shit with Bridges behind us, start over, or pick up where we left off. I think that it’ll make more sense when you read my letter. So, yeah. Um, have a happy Valentine’s day and…live long and prosper. Bye!”

BEEP.

“No new messages. Two old messages.”

May 27th, 1995

A breeze blows gently through your apartment, billowing your curtains lightly. Lightening Crashes by Live transitions into Only Wanna Be With You by Hootie and the Blowfish on the little radio that you picked up from Melvald’s on clearance. You hum along, wiping sweat from your forehead as you continue to mop your kitchen floor. “I only wanna be with youuuuuu~,” you belt out into the empty apartment.

The phone rings in the living room, and you look at the clock. Shit, it was noon already? You scramble to turn the radio down, careful not to knock over the empty wine bottles that sat next to the sink, drain rung red. You hop over the coffee table, planting your butt on the cushion and picking up the phone. The automated message plays, and you mutter a little yeah, yeah, yeah as it speaks. Hearing Eddie’s voice gets you curling up against the arm of the couch. You give a quick yes, and soon you’re connected.

“Hello?”

You try and hide your excitement, but fail miserably as you reply. “Hi, Eddie!”

“Happy first day of no school! How did last night go?” His voice was full of genuine interest, you could almost imagine the grin he has on his face.

“It went really well! I had to take Mr.Clark home afterwards, but I didn’t have a single drink! I also don’t think I’ve had a single migraine since we last talked.”

Eddie’s laugh told you that he was definitely cheesing on his end. “That’s so awesome, Sweetheart! I’m super proud of you.”

His praises made you melt, his smooth voice not helping.

After Eddie’s message on Valentine’s day in combination of his letter, the two of you agreed to try your friendship again from scratch. It was never spoken between you two, but you’re sure that after all the things you’ discussed on that first real phone call just between the two of you that Robin and Steve were planning to set you two up, even before the prison project. When you asked them about it, they just played dumb so you just put it to rest.

Eddie has been calling every other Saturday at noon since. You’d drive to his uncle’s trailer after every call to give him money to put on Eddie’s commissary, shocked the first time to see the man you spent some of Christmas Day with. You had been too far gone to remember his name, which you apologized profusely for. He told you it was no big deal, and insisted on showing you some hospitality and some old photos of Eddie when he was younger.

Eventually it became routine. Wake up, get everything prepped, talk to Eddie until eventually Tony (who apparently thinks he gets to tell people how long that can use the phone) kicks him off, take food to Wayne’s, and then spend the evening with Steve and Robin. It took a lot of energy out of you at first, but when you confided in your friends about your drinking problem, it started to feel like less of a chore as your energy started to come back.

“What have ya got made up for Wayne today?” Eddie asks.

“He told me he really liked my hashbrown casserole I made a few weeks ago, so I got that ready for him before I started cleaning this morning.”

“Damn, he did say somethin’ about you making a good casserole. I’m gonna get a belly on me if you’re gonna be cookin’ like that,” his pained sounds at missing out on your food has you squirming in your seat. You couldn’t pinpoint when it really started, but as your phone calls became more frequent, the two of you talked more and more about things that you wanted to do together.

It started out as group activities. He wanted you to come to a D&D game. You wanted to go with him and Steve and Robin to this cute farmers market your coworker told you about. He wanted to try and get a gig at the hideout so he could show you how good his band sounds. You wanted to have a get together at Steve’s when he comes home. He wants to take you to this really nice restaurant in town. You want to bring him with you to Chicago some time when you are out visiting your brother. He wants to take you to the movies. You want to take him to the new record store opening this summer.

It would be a lie to say that his promises didn’t make you hopeful. You had to constantly remind yourself that he didn’t even know what you looked like. He could say all these things to you on the phone, and he could just as easily book it if you weren’t what he was expecting.

“Oh, I was thinking-” you started.

“That’s never a good sign,” he teased.

“Ha ha, so funny, Munson,” you fake offence, “Anyway, I was thinking we could go see the new Batman movie when you get out. Robin and Steve keep debating on if Val Kilmer is going to play a good Batman, but I just want to see Jim Carry as the Riddler.”

“I don’t know, have you ever sat through a movie with them?” He questions.

“Uh, yeah, plenty--oh, okay I see your point,” you say, thinking about how much the two of them talk during a movie just at Steve’s. They were probably menaces in a movie theater.

“Yeah, it would probably be better if just the two of us go. Save us a headache,” he suggests.

“Sounds like a date, then,” you say, curious of his reaction. It’s quiet for a moment before he speaks again.

“A date? Yeah, sure, yeah, that,” he sounds nervous.

“I’m just messing with you, Eddie,” you say to save face, hoping to hide any disappointment in your voice.

“Oh,” his tone sounds sad, dejected even, “Yeah, sure.”

You were going to say something until you heard Tony’s voice yelling. Both of you let out a sigh in unison.

“Alright, I guess I’ll hear from you in two weeks?” You don’t even bother to hide your disappointment anymore.

“Yeah. Wish it was sooner…”

“Hey, only two more months, Eddie,” you try to lift his spirits.

“Two more months,” he mirrors back.

After you say your goodbyes, you quickly get cleaned up to head over to Wayne’s. His old truck sits in the driveway, and you catch him finishing up mowing the grass. You pop the casserole in the oven while he gets cleaned up, using the spare time to pick up a few things here and there. Wayne’s tried to tell you guests don’t get to clean up, but you just ignored him until he gave up, asking him if it was really the hill he wanted to die on.

The two of you chatted, eventually migrating out to the front porch to enjoy the steady nice weather.

“Do you think Eddie will like me?” you ask nonchalantly, keeping your eyes on a crack beneath your feet.

Wayne stops mid puff and looks at you confused.

“What?” you ask, trying to play it off.

“Is that a rhetorical question?” he asks, blowing the smoke away from you.

“No, I mean…What if he thinks I’m something I’m not? What if he’s disappointed when he meets me?”

Wayne barks out a laugh, “Oh, trust me, he won’t. I already know exactly what’s gonna happen, and it’s not him running away with his tail between his legs.”

“What do you thinks going to happen?” you ask with concern.

He just smiles, eyes fixed on the sunset.

July 26th, 1995

Your hands smooth out the fabric of your dress for the hundredth time, opting for something simple yet flattering and pairing it with some nice jewelry. “Are you sure this is okay?”

Robin was laying across Steve’s bed, swinging her legs and staring at the ceiling. “For the millionth time, yes, you look hot. He’s gonna fall to his knees when he sees you.”

You walk over to the bed and plop down next to her, “And for the millionth time, it’s not like that Robin. I…,” you fiddle with your rings as you stare at Steve’s ceiling fan spinning above you, “What if I’m not what he’s expecting? I know what he looks like, but he’s only going off of what he’s been told about me. What if when he gets here, he takes one look at me and-”

“Okay, listen,” Robin places a hand delicately over your mouth, “First of all, Eddie is going to have to pick his jaw off the floor when he sees you. I promise you that.” You look over to her next to you, smiling under her hand. “Second, if it’s not “like that,” then why are you wearing that matching set you got when we went to the mall?” The hand on your mouth moves to your shoulder where she snaps your bra strap against your skin.

You jump up from the bed trying to hide the blush in your face when a knock on the door draws both of your attention.

“Hey, are you two done playing dress up in there? Jane and Max need help getting all the food set up.”

“On it,” you say as you open the bedroom door, sliding past Steve to get away from Robin before she can ask any more questions.

You wipe the sweat from the back of your neck, bouncing Nancy and Jonathan’s two year old daughter on your hip. Nancy was telling you about her latest article in the New York times when Dustin’s shrieking voice caught everyone’s attention.

“HE’S HERE! HE’S HERE!” Dustin yells from the front yard, and you can hear the sound of a car playing metal music on full blast getting closer, before cutting off completely.

You hand Nancy her toddler back, not trusting yourself to be able to hold her as your hands start to shake. A lump fills your throat, and it suddenly feels way hotter than it did a second ago. You’re surrounded by excited whispers and the rustling of Garreth getting into a cooler to grab a beer.

And then it’s the skin to skin contact of Mike brushing past you and the squealing of Max and Jane from the other side of the yard as two bodies emerge from around the side of the house. A usually bald head covered in a dark brown cowboy hat, followed by a mop of curls that bounce with excitement. Bodies flocked around him; you note that he’s taller than most, say for Mike and Argyle. Everyone is taking their turns to greet him, and you’re hit with a realization that this is a family. A weird, mixed found family, who clearly have a bond that can’t be broken by time, and you were lucky enough to be accepted by them.

“Hey, there little missy,” Wayne’s voice breaks you from your trance, his arms open expectantly. The normally gruff and distant man was all smiles today, for good reason.

“Hi Wayne,” you wrap your arms around him, patting him on the back before pulling away, “How was the drive?”

“Lord,” he says, shaking his head, “That boy ain’t changed a bit. Either talked my ear off or played music loud enough that I’ll need hearing aids.” He looked over to Eddie, who was still being mobbed by the other party guests, “But, it was worth it.”

You hum in agreement, watching as Robin talks to Eddie. She points your way, and before you can prepare yourself his gaze meets yours. Even from a distance you can see the sun hitting his eyes just right, honey brown orbs locked on you. You lift your hand up to give him a small wave, and the biggest grin you’ve ever seen spreads across his face. You’re sure your face must be beat red, and you shift your eyes suddenly feeling shy. Eddie places a hand on Dustin’s shoulder and moves him to the side, making a beeline to you and Wayne.

Gravity felt like it was magnifying with each step he made, and everything around him was blurry. Every nerve in your body felt like a live wire. You’re sure you weren’t even this nervous on your wedding day. You smooth out your dress again, the fabric brushing against your skin leaving a tingling feeling behind. Each stride he takes gives you an opportunity to examine him further, to see the dimples in his cheeks, the lines in the corners of his eyes where his smile reaches them, the littering of light freckles and other imperfections.

He stopped just in front of you, his body rocking back to maintain a space between you. His hands were tucked in his jean pockets with his arms tight to his body. It reminded you of a kid trying his hardest to keep his hands to himself.

“Hey,” his voice was even nicer in person.

“Hi.” It came out small. You were trying to be cool, but kept your head low to hide the smile on your face. He shifted where he stood, bending and twisting to force himself into your vision. The girlish giggle that came out of you was unrecognizable. You look up to him as he makes himself upright again. “It’s nice to finally meet you in person.”

He shuffles his feet, probably a nervous habit. “Yeah, no kidding,” his head tilts and he looks at you with one eye, “I know being locked up for 5 years didn’t really do a lot of good to me, but, uh, I hope that I still hold up to the pictures you’ve seen of me.”

“I’d say it wasn’t all bad,” you look him up and down playfully, “You look…mature. I’d venture to even call you handsome.” It was his turn to act bashful now, bringing a hand to rub against his stubble. The both of you laugh, exchanging glances before you speak again, “Was I what you were expecting?”

He leans his body back, the huge smile returning to dimple his cheeks again. “Are you kidding me? Even better than I imagined. You didn’t do yourself justice, ya know.”

“Stop, you’re gonna make me blush,” you whine and curl into yourself, kicking at the ground.

“Too late for that,” Steve says as he slaps Eddie’s shoulder, “Now, if the two of you are done pretending not to like each other over here, we got food to eat. Who wants a hamburger!”

The yard is alive with chatter and Eddie makes his rounds to catch up. One of the guys who you’re pretty sure is named Jeff, makes him shotgun a beer with him and everyone cheers when Eddie crushes the can on his head. “Henderson,” he yells pointing at Dustin in the pool, “you’re next! Gotta make up for all the lost time since I missed your 21st birthday!”

“That’s a lot of drinking to do,” Jane says with a worried look on her face. You look at her where she sits next to you on the edge of the pool and pat her back.

“It was nice knowing them, I guess.”

Max snorts from the other side of El, making all three of you erupt in a fit of giggles. You stop when you feel a hand on your shoulder. Looking up into the sweet chocolate eyes, he kneels down and you can smell the beer on his breath. “Hey, you doing okay? Me drinking isn’t gonna bother you, right? Do you want another water bottle?”

He’s been doing this for the last 2 hours, leaving his conversations to check in on you, even before he started drinking. Not that you were complaining, you relished in the attention he was giving you. Where at parties with Henry you were there to be seen and not heard, Eddie made you feel like the party was for you. Putting your plate together for you, standing just behind you when you talked in a group, undoing your shoes for you when you said you wanted to drip your feet in the pool. When you told him to stop hovering and enjoy his friends, he did so reluctantly, stealing glances your way like he was scared you’d be gone if his eyes weren’t on you.

“Eddie, I promise I can handle you and everyone else here drinking,” you give him a warm smile, “And I’m okay, thank you for asking.”

“Please drink Dustin under the table,” Lucas groans as he swims up to the edge of the pool, resting his chin on Max’s knee, “He thinks he can handle his alcohol well and I need to see you put him in his place.”

“Hey!” Dustin shouts as he exits the pool.

The night starts to wind down a few hours later. Some people are gone and others are sitting by the fire pit reminiscing on times you weren’t present for. You take it upon yourself as one of the only sober people to start picking up the stray cans and solo cups that had been scattered around the pool area and putting away any of the food that was still good. The sound of the sliding glass door opening caught your attention as you were cleaning up Steve’s kitchen. Eddie shut the door behind him, walking over to stand on the other side of the island.

“I was wondering where you ran off to,” he leaned on the counter top, propping his head in his hands with the dopiest grin.

“You’ve been slacking,” you tease as you place some dishes in the sink, “I think I’ve been cleaning for at least an hour now. Not doing a very good job at keeping tabs on me.”

“Okay, for the record,” he points a finger up and staggers a bit, “I could see you, and I wanted to stop you from cleaning. Buuuuuuuut, Robin told me you always clean up and get upset if anyone tries to stop you. So I figured I’d let you enjoy yourself.” He shrugged.

“I just respect Steve enough to not leave a mess. It is a little therapeutic in a way.” You move to stand closer to him, leaning against the edge of the counter perpendicular to him, arms just shy of touching. You watched as he fidgeted with a ring on his finger. “How is it going out there? It looked like Dustin and Garreth were passed out in their chairs.”

When he didn’t respond, you brought your attention up to meet his stare. His eyes were dark, the shine of the sun no longer bringing out the umber, now almost black under the warm light above him. They flickered as they stared into yours, back and forth like he was searching for an answer only you could give him. If you weren’t so acutely aware of your close proximity, you might not notice how he subtly leans closer, closer. You close your eyes.

“ED-DAYYYYYYYYYYY!”

The sudden noise was enough to make you jump almost out of your skin. You’re white knuckling the counter as you turn to see Dustin, Lucas, and Steve stumble inside, with Jane, Mike, and Max not far behind trying to help keep all three of them from falling over each other.

“Jesus H. CHRIST, Henderson!” Eddie screeches, slapping the top of the counter.

“Oh, there he is!” Dustin leans backwards, Jane holding him up, “Hey, guys, I found Eddie! He’s in here with his girlfriend! Oh shit where you guys in here suckin’ face? My bad my-”

“Okay, okay, come on lets get your shit together,” Eddie interrupts waving his hands around, “Or else you’re all sleeping on the floor.”

“I don’t wanna sleep on the floooor,” Steve whines like a child, throwing himself into Mike where they almost fall over.

“Well, it’s a good thing you have a bedroom here, dingus,” Robin walks backwards through the doorway, carrying a pair of feet with her. The feet belong to a very passed out Garreth, whose top half was being carried in by Jeff.

“Oh for fucks sake,” Eddie runs over to Garreth’s side, picking him up and carrying him bridal style to the couch. You reel back as you watch him carry Garreth like he weighs nothing, his biceps flexing catching your attention. Damn, did it get hot in here?

You helped Robin get Steve up the stairs so she could put him to bed while the others got themselves situated. When you came down, you said your goodbyes to Mike, Will and Jane as they made their departure for the night. Max elected to stay with Lucas since she didn’t see well at night to drive, dragging him up to the spare bedroom. Garreth is still passed out on the couch, propped up with a towel under him in case he pukes. Jeff says he’s going to sit with him until he sobers up enough that he won’t ruin the interior of his new car.

Eddie got Dustin set up in another spare bedroom and made his way down the stairs. “God, my first day back and I can already tell nothing has changed.” He’s shaking his head, but the smile on his face gives him away.

“Are you usually the dad of the friend group?” You lean against the entryway wall, watching him as he walks over to you.

“How did you know?” He chuckled, putting up an arm and leaning into the doorway over you. The move was so smooth, and you felt the butterflies go straight from your stomach to between your legs. You sucked in a breath, “Oh, just a hunch.”

His eyes lock with yours for a moment, and his smile falters. He looks around for a moment, leaning over you to look into the living room, his chest pressing into you softly. Whatever he was looking for must not have been too important, bringing his attention back to you.

“So, I really hope I haven’t been reading into this wrong,” he says lowly, head nodding between the two of you, “‘cause I’ve been dying to do this all night.”

His hand cups your cheek as he leans in. He moves slowly, to give you an out if this isn’t what you want. But when you lean into him, he wastes no time closing the gap the rest of the way. His other hand moves from above you and lands on that spot on your neck and under your ear. His weight shifts, pressing you into the frame with his body and your hands to his chest, fisting the fabric to keep him in place. Your senses are flooded with dollar store detergent and his sweat after being out in the sun.

You never believed in that spark when you kissed someone before, but the way his plump, chapped lips move with yours has your body feeling like the 4th of July. And when his tongue swipes against your bottom lip, the taste of cheap beer mixes with the lemonade you were sipping earlier. He pulls away, just far enough to kiss you over and over and over and over amplified by the stickiness of your lip gloss that’s transferred to him. But you’re insatiable, and you chase him. Touch starved doesn’t even begin to touch it.

His hands move from your face down to your hips, moving you from the doorway to the darkness of the small hallway. Just in time as you heard the sliding glass door open and shut, then the sound of Jeff plopping down in one of the recliners. Eddie didn’t give you time to dwell on anything other than him, pulling your hips flush into his and grinding against you.

And, lord, you felt it.

The small gasp you let out has Eddie smirking into your kiss. He breaks away, leaning into your neck to whisper in your ear. “I’ve had a long time to think about all the things I want to do to you,” he bites at your earlobe and you moan, clenching your thighs.

“All the ways I want to touch you,” he kisses down your neck, “tease you. I bet you like being teased, don’t you?”

“N-no,” you whisper with a shake of your head. A whimper falls from your lips as his teeth gently scrape over a spot on your neck. “Don’t wanna be teased.”

He hums, kissing back up your neck to your lips again. “Awe,” he chuckles, eyes meeting with yours again, heavy lidded and pupils blown out, “you just want me to ruin that pussy, don’t you?”

Frantically nodding you press your lips back into his, but he pulls away leaving you to whine in frustration. “Easy, now, sweetheart. I’m just as eager as you, but I wanna do this right.” He grabs the skirt of your dress, pulling it up to get access to your legs. You don’t get the chance to protest before he’s picking you up. You wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his shoulders. The hardness in his pants is pressing directly into your core where you’re sure your panties must be soaked.

Not bothering to be stealthy Eddie carries you as fast as he can up the stairs. You can’t contain your giggles as he pushes you up against the door to his new bedroom. While stealing a few more kisses, he goes to grab the knob, but doesn’t get the chance when the door swings open behind you. He puts you down quickly to keep you from falling backwards, and you whip around to be met with a half awake Max.

“What the fuck,” she asks rubbing sleep from her eyes, “what’s going on?”

Eddie looks like a kicked puppy, his jaw slack and eyebrows knit together in a pout.

“I thought you guys left?”

“What? No? It’s way too dark. You know I can’t drive at night,” she crosses her arms looking at him confused.

“Damn it,” he looks at the door to his right, “and I put Henderson in the extra room.”

“Sorry, Max,” you speak up, “he was just trying to figure out where he was sleeping tonight. You can go back to sleep. Good night!”

She eyes you suspiciously before wishing you a goodnight and closing the door. When you turn to look at Eddie, you see that he’s about to open the other bedroom door.

“Eddie, what are you doing,” you whisper yell. He hesitates before he reaches the door knob.

“I’m gonna get Henderson and put him in bed with Harrington.” He goes to grab the knob and you reach for his hand to stop him. He looks distressed, but you can’t help but laugh. It had only been a little over a year that you’d gone without any sexual contact with another person, but you could clearly tell that Eddie was struggling after going as long as he had with the opportunity dangling right in front of his face.

“Can I make a suggestion before you start displacing people in their sleep?”

He nods, hopeful eyes on you.

“My apartment is like 10 minutes away,” you step closer to press yourself against him, “There’s a gas station on the way. We can stop and-”

Before you can finish he’s grabbing you by the middle and carrying you over his shoulder down the stairs and straight out the door, not bothering to close the front door behind him.

“Which car is yours?” He’s swinging you around playfully as he looks at all the cars lined up on the street and in the driveway.

“I’ll tell you, but we’re not going to get anywhere without my keys!”

“Fuck!” He smacks your ass before placing you on the ground. “Where are they?”

“In my purse on the counter-”

He takes off, running through the front door and back faster than you think you’ve ever seen anyone move. Tossing your purse to you he follows you as you move to where you parked on the road, pulling out your keys and unlocking the door.

“Eddie, hold on,” you giggle, pushing your butt into him in a futile attempt to get your door open. Your keys jingle as you try and get the right one into the lock to your apartment. Eddie’s hands were everywhere as he pressed himself further into you, kissing up and down your neck and shoulder. “It’s only going to take longer to get inside if you’re distracting me-hee~”

He relented with a whine, chin resting on your shoulder and hands lingering on your hips as he waited patiently. Once you finally opened the door you stepped in and flicked on a light, Eddie hot on your trail. When you turned around to face him, you were expecting to be met with his lust filled eyes, but you were surprised to find him looking around your apartment with wide eyes. You took the time to admire him again, much like you did earlier. He looked like he belonged there, like he fit with the cozy atmosphere you had cultivated since you moved in. He would have looked so out of place in the sterile white of your home with Henry.

“It’s cute,” he says looking at some of the artwork you have hanging on the walls, “exactly what I was expecting.”

“Oh, so you were expecting me to take you back to my apartment?” You eye him with a smirk. He looks down at his feet before tilting his head to look at you.

“Only for the last four months.”

Chills run up your body. He’s been thinking about you, like…this, for 4 months.

“Only four months?” You step to him, craning your neck to look into his eyes. The pink on his cheeks more prominent this close.

“Well, sort of. Honestly been thinking about you since you sent me that letter about yourself, what you looked like. Again, you didn’t do yourself justice,” he leans down to kiss your nose, “But, I, uh, didn’t really start thinking about you until we got to talk for real.” His hands snaked around your waist, sliding down to grab handfuls of your ass.

“Something about your voice,” he leaned in for a quick kiss, “hearing you laugh at my dumb jokes,” another kiss, “the way you say my name. “Hi Eddie.”” He mocks you, exaggerating the sultry inflection of your words. Smacking a hand on his chest, you both laugh, and he pulls you in closer.

“Well I’ve been thinking about you longer,” you say as you pull on the hem of his shirt. His brows quirk up at you in surprise.

“Really? And I thought I was pushing my luck tonight. Was worried all our talking was just you being nice to me.”

“God, Eddie, you’ve been away for way too long if you couldn’t tell I’ve been flirting with you by now.”

“Hey,” he raises his hands defensively, “I’ve never gotten my hopes up about a girl flirting with me before, and I wasn’t about to start.”

It hurt your heart to hear him say that. Robin said Eddie wasn’t super popular in high school, and didn’t have the best luck in the dating department before he was incarcerated. Which was a shame because he’s such a sweet guy and deserves to feel wanted. The ache between your legs came back when you realized that you might get to be the first person ever to make him feel that way.

You lean up to kiss him again, lingering there for a moment before you take a step back. He leans in to chase you,but you keep taking steps back. When he opens his eyes, he sees the mischievous look on your face and smiles wildly. Just as you turn to take off to your room, he launches after you, making you squeal as he chases you down the short hallway. Once passed the threshold of your bedroom doorway he wrapped his arms around you, planting kisses all over your face. You giggled as he walked you to the edge of your bed, planting a kiss on your lips and guiding you down, down, until you were sat.

The mood shifted from playful to hot the moment his tongue slipped out in search of yours. His hands were suddenly on your knees, bunching and shifting the fabric of your dress. The metal of his rings was cold against the hot skin of your thighs. His fingertips felt rough to the touch compared to your smooth skin, the sensation lingering as his hand crept closer and closer to where you wanted him, needed him.

“Holy shit,,” he inhaled sharply though his nose when his fingers reached the fabric of your panties,“This is happening.” An incredulous chuckle left his lips, and he let his fingers loop the waistband, snapping it back to your skin.

Just when you thought he was going to take the plunge, his hands continued to creep up your body. His touch was feather light, gliding up your sides, slowly, slowly, until you felt him right under your ribcage, below the cups of your bra. He hesitated for a moment, and you weren’t sure he even realized that he had stopped kissing you. The low light of the moon shining through your blinds illuminated him just enough that you could see him swallow. Where had all that big talk gone from earlier.

“Eddie.”

His shift to yours and you hold his stare. Your hands move down your own body, gliding over his hands from the top of your dress, down, until you grab the hem of the dress yourself. His grip tightens as you pull the fabric up, up, exposing your legs, your stomach, chest, until it’s up and over your head. You toss the offending garment to the floor, and meet Eddie’s eyes again. Leaning back on one hand, you grab the collar of his shirt, pulling him in so his lips just ghosted over yours.

“I thought you’d been thinking all this time about what you wanna do to me?”

That was all exactly what was needed to break Eddie of his nerves. One of his tattooed hands flew from your ribs to your chin, fingers squishing your cheeks to purse your lips. He looked down at you over his bottom lashes, lips curling into a devilish smile.

“I’ll do my best, but I can’t promise to be gentle. Tell me if you need me to stop. Got it?”

You shook your head the best you could in his grip, your thighs rubbing together at his shift in demeanor. His lips were on yours in an instant, hand slipping from your face, down your neck, shoulder, before slipping behind your back. He shifted his weight, placing a leg between yours so his knee was fully pressing against your heat. His other hand snaked around your side, meeting his other hand. In one swift motion the constricting hold your bra had on you was gone, and the weight of your chest shifted as the garment lay flimsily against you. You shimmied your shoulders, lifting one arm out of the strap, and then the other. Eddie grabbed it, flinging it off of where it still covered you as if it personally offended him.

His mouth was on you again. Starting at your lips, moving down your neck, nipping, biting all the way to the swell of your breast. His hands make their move, wasting no time as they began to grope and pull. He took a nipple in one hand and did an experimental roll, the sensation causing you to arch into him, and your hips roll into his knee, hitting that hard spot just right against your clit. Your eyes cross for a moment, and you barely get time to recover before he’s taking your other nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue in tandem with the rolls of the other. All the sensations creating a perfect symphony of pleasure that you hadn’t felt in years, if ever.

You don’t hold back as moans fall from your lips, and they only egg Eddie on more. His mouth releases your nipple with a wet pop causing you to whine out in protest, only made worse when his whole body pulls away to stand at the edge of your bed. Even in the mostly dark room, you’re still able to enjoy the show as he strips himself of his shirt.

His biceps flexing already had you feeling hot, but your breath hitches in your chest as you take in Eddie’s bare chest. Some of the tattoos you recognize from the picture of him and Steve, but there are new pieces that fill in a good majority of his chest and parts of his stomach. He’s tone, even more so now than in his earlier twenties. Your head spins as you follow his happy trail down to where he’s undoing his belt. When he pushes his jeans down to the ground, your jaw hits the floor when you see the tightly pitched tent in his boxers.

When he clears his throat, you quickly shut your jaw and look at him with embarrassment. “See something you like,” he smirks. Your head nods dumbly, still in awe at the man before you. He rubs his hand over his stubble shyly, curling into his shoulder at your admission.

However, his bashfulness didn’t last long as he leaned forward, grabbed you by the calves and pulled you until your ass was at the edge of the mattress, making you lose your balance and fall flat on the bed. He holds your legs up, moving to stand between them. Leaning forward he kissed you on the lips, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth when he pulled away. Then, in a move you weren’t expecting, he dropped on his knees and began kissing on your inner thighs.

“W-what are you doing?” you asked as you propped yourself on your elbows, watching him make little marks on your skin.

“What do you mean?” he doesn’t look up, only switching to your other leg as he moved closer to your clothed slit.

“Sh-shit,” you whimpered as his mouth landed on your mound, licking over where you’d soaked the center of your panties, “w-hat are you doing down there?”

“Oh, pretty girl,” he looked up at you from between your legs, “I’m going to eat this wonderful meal that you’ve so kindly warmed up for me.” Before you know it, he’s biting and pulling the material away from your cunt, leaning back and pulling away just enough to pull them off.

And then he’s on you, wasting no time getting his mouth on you. A hand flew straight to the curls on the top of his head as he began in ministrations. His flattened tongue licked a slow stripe all the way from your hole to your clit, stopping on the bud to flick his tongue back and forth.

“H-ooooohh my god,” your words came out breathy, and you subconsciously ground your hips into this tongue as he lit the fire in you. “Eddie- t-that, ah, don’t stop!”

He hummed into you as his tongue slid down to your hole, wasting no time plunging his tongue inside. Your breath hitches as the breach, curses falling from your lips as your head lulls back. He pulls away for a moment, a thumb gliding to your clit to keep you going as he speaks.

“Baby, has anyone ever eaten you out before?”

“N-no-o, ffffuck, never,” you stutter out, lifting your head to look at him again. You were met with an expression that you could only describe as wild excitement. His eyes practically had hearts in them.

“Well, shit, I was just going to get you warmed up for me, but I’m definitely gonna make you cum on my face.”

Your face was flush red with embarrassment. Henry never did anything like this with you. He barely made you cum in anyway, leaving you to get yourself off on your own. So the idea of cumming on Edde’s face only stoked the flames in you more.

His mouth wrapped around your clit once again, sucking and licking, making you cry his name with the remaining breath in your lungs. When you didn’t think it could get better, you felt the roughness of Eddie’s finger at your entrance, pushing in, and working you to the knuckle. The curling motion of his pointer was like throwing gas on the flame. Losing the strength in your arms, you flopped onto the bed with a gasp, hands shooting to grip in Eddie’s short curls. “Oh, oh fuck — ah!”

Eddie let out a small moan when you pulled. He was smirking against your mound, eyes watching you wriggle and writhe before him. You were so responsive to all his touches and he was sure that he was leaving a stain on the inside of boxers from how much you were turning him on. He needed you. Bad. But he wanted to make you melt under him first. So he added another finger and could feel the way you clenched around him, how your whole body was going stiff, that he was so close to getting you right where he wanted you.

His name spewed from your mouth between some curses when the flame finally took over and had you seeing white. You clenched your thighs around his head, shaking as your orgasm ripped through you. Broken gasps and crys barely left your lips before breaking out in a pant, chest heaving as you come down from the high.

Eddie stood from where he was between you, taking the moment to grab the condoms that he shoved in his back pocket earlier in the car. Taking one and setting on the night stand, he turned to find you watching him. You already looked so fucked out, but there was anticipation in your eyes as he approached you. Taking his time to tease you, he pulled his boxers down slowly, watching your eyes widen when it sprung out and smacked against his stomach. He wanted to say something funny at the look of concern on your face, but all that came out was, “It’ll fit, promise.”

Wordlessly you nodded. Watching Eddie saunter over to you as he put the condom on felt like watching a predator about to devour his prey. Once he was back where he belonged, he leaned down to kiss you, hand on your cheek. The lingering taste of your own release on his lips. There was hunger, passion in his kiss. No words, and yet it felt like he was pouring his heart out to you.

You hummed in surprise as you felt the fat head of his cock nudging at your entrance, begging for permission. You rolled your hips with a small whimper against his lips.

“Oh, fu-u-uck,” the words stuttered from his mouth as he finally pushed himself inside. Your breath caught at the feeling of him splitting you open, a new heat igniting in your body. Even with the condom you could feel every bump and curve, how hard he was as he pushed himself into you. When he was fully inside, opened your eyes and were met with the prettiest sight; Eddie’s face mere inches from yours, looking strained, yet relieved, all just from being inside of you.

While he was trying to regain his composure, you were starting to get impatient under him. You start to grind against him, and his hands are instantly at your hips to stop you. “Ah— hold on sweetheart, I’m afraid I’m gonna bust too quick if you do that.”

You pout your lip at him, continuing to roll against him. The sureness he had when he had his mouth on you dissipated as he reveled in your movements. He dropped his head, forehead resting on your shoulder, his little noises right in your ear went straight to your core, “Shit, that’s right—oh use my big cock to fuck yourself. Fuck you feel so g-g-good.”

It didn’t take long of your movements to get him to finally snap, pulling back and trusting into you with a loud smack. You arched your back at the intensity of his movements, arms wrapping around him as he sets a relentless pace. Each thrust into your cunt was punctuated by your quick moans as the air was being knocked out of you over and over.

His grip on your hips loosened, weight shifting as his hands snake under your arms, gripping your shoulders to amplify each thrust. When his eyes meet yours they’re wild, feral as he’s lost himself in his own pleasure. It was like nothing you’ve ever experienced before, another person’s carnal need for you.

Your second orgasm hit you like a freight train. It was back arching, toe curling, open mouth but nothing comes out pleasure that you’ve only read about in the dirty novels you’d read alone in the bathtub. You’re pretty sure your eyes crossed at one point. His eyes are locked on your face, watching it contort in pleasure as he feels you fluttering around him. He wants to hold out, but it’s too much, and his movements become erratic. Soon after he stills his movements, hips flush with your core and moans into your ear. You can feel the way he twitches inside of you, even with the condom.

Body going slack on top of you, his weight was comforting as your chests rose and fell in rhythm. His grip on your shoulders shifts to around your ribcage and pulls you into him in an embrace so he drag you up the bed with him. The two of you lay there silently, and you stare into his big brown eyes as they shine in the moonlight. Your heart swells with fondness as he looks at you like you’ve hung the moon. His stare is so intense you have to tuck your head in his chest. He wraps an arm around you, tucking his chin on the top of your head.

You didn’t want the moment to end. In less than 24 hours, this man with his arms around you has made you feel more wanted than you ever had in the entirety of your marriage. Deep down, you knew there was a possibility that this was all that it was going to be. And over the last few months, you told yourself that you would be okay if this was all he wanted. But now that you’re finally here, in the moment, you’re starting to realize that this man could ruin your life.

Gently pushing away from him, Eddie gives you a confused look as you climb out of the bed, picking up his clothes.

“Uh, what are you doing?” He sits up from the bed cautiously.

“Oh,” his question caught you off guard, “well, I, uh, when Henry and I would, you know, he would have me wash his clothes after…”

Eddie reels back, looking at you with shock, “What the hell? I thought you were his wife, not his maid.”

You tilt your head, “What do you mean? All wives do this for their husbands? Not that you’re my husband, I just--it’s just out of habit.”

He’s got himself on the edge of the bed, leaning forward he reaches out for you, tattooed hand waiting for you to take it. You look between it and his face, before placing his clothes in a neat pile on the nightstand. When you take his hand in yours, he pulls you into him, taking your breath away with a kiss, pulling you down into the bed with him once again.

“See, I thought you were getting my clothes to kick me out,” he whispers as you nestle into his side. You shook your head, smiling against his tattooed chest.

“No, definitely not. You’re going to be lucky if I let you leave now,” you giggle as you trace the lines that cover his body. His chest jumps, and when you look up at him he’s smiling from ear to ear.

August 12th, 1995

Roses covered every shop, cart, and building at the fairgrounds today. The sun was beating down on you hard. It was practically boiling out, making you wish you could peel off the little clothing you decided to wear. The numerous bodies moving around you wasn’t helping, along with the endless food trucks putting out heat as the air filled with the smell of steak fries, hot dogs, and the food you were looking forward to the most: funnel cake.

Standing off to the side in the shade holding Eddie’s sketch book, you kept your eyes on the line, watching your boyfriend stick out like a sore thumb in the crowd of Hawkins citizens. Even though you told him you could wait in line yourself, he told you to find a nice spot for the two of you to enjoy your food out of the sun.

When you found a little spot in the grass under a tree, you waved to him to show where you were. He gave you a thumbs up, so you took that as the okay to take your seat. Just before you do, you hear some yelling coming from a few feet away.

“Mrs.Creel! Mrs.Creel!”

A group of your students from this last years class ran up to you, and you were suddenly very aware of how little clothing you were wearing.

“Oh, hi kids,” you greeted, adjusting yourself to hide a little skin. The kids didn’t seem to care much as they talked to you about their summers and how excited they were to be moving up to the eighth grade.

“Why can’t you be our teacher again next year?” Cindy asks.

“Yeah, I have Mr.Rupert this year and he’s so old and boring,” Suzy groans.

You laughed at their words, but felt a tug at your heart from their kindness. You hadn’t even noticed that Eddie was approaching until all four sets eyes widened, looking just behind you. When you turn around, you quickly take some of the load off of Eddie as he juggles your food and drinks.

“Woah,” you hear Collin say. You have to stifle your giggle as you realize that these kids probably didn’t expect boring Mrs.Creel to be with a guy like the one kissing her on the temple.

“Eddie,” you say, turning back to the group, “these are some of the kids from my class last year. Kids, this is my boyfriend, Eddie.”

Their jaws drop as their suspicions are confirmed. Eddie gives them a friendly hello, and you notice the two girls looking at each other.

“Wait,” Paul interrupts, “Your boyfriend? I thought it was “Mrs” Creel?”

Oh lord. You were hoping that you wouldn’t have to explain much since you’d have a new class this year, but you forget how observant middle schoolers can be.

“You’re correct, Paul. I am married, but,” you look up to Eddie, who gives you a nod, “But, I won’t be much longer. Hopefully that is.”

“Oh, okay,” Paul shrugs.

“What are we supposed to call you then?” Suzy chimes.

“I’m going to be going back to my maiden name, but you can call me Mrs.Creel if you want to. I know it can be confusing-”

“It’s okay,” Cindy insists, “we’ll just tell everyone that they can suck it up and call you by the name you want to be called.”

After the kids leave and you and Eddie stuff your faces, Eddie tugs you close, kissing the top of your head, his lips moving against your scalp as he talks.

“I don’t know if you remember, but I told you before that your students didn’t think you were lame.”

You sucked in a breath and laughed, “Yeah, I guess you were right. I’ve always been hard on myself when it comes to my students, though.”

“You’re hard on yourself with everything, Sweetheart.” He takes your hand in his before you can pull away, already getting used to your antics when he teases you.

As the sun finally starts to set, the two of you start to make your way back to your car. Eddie has proven himself to be quite the gentleman in the last few weeks. He opens your car door for you once you’ve gotten Teddie Munson, the giant teddy bear that Eddie one for you throwing darts at balloons, safely placed in your back seat. Once inside, he jogs to the passenger door and jumps in. The drive home was full of laughter and conversation, only winding down as you approached Steve’s place.

This had become your least favorite part of the night. Eddie had forgotten that his newly assigned probation officer was going to come and visit him the day after he was released. So when he was at your apartment instead of the address listed on his paperwork, he almost got thrown back in jail on violation. Thankfully, between you and Steve talking with him, he let Eddie off with but with one stipulation.

So Eddie had to stay at Steve’s house for the next six months as punishment. It wasn’t the worst thing, as you were welcomed by Steve to stay whenever you liked. But, with how vocal the two of you liked to be in bed, you could really only get away with it when Steve and Robin were both gone. And it was only going to be more difficult once the school year started.

“Hey, maybe if I’m really good, proving that I’m lookin’ for work and all that, maybe he’ll let me off my punishment early,” he shrugs as you walk into Steve’s, night bag in tow.

“Maybe,” you lament, “I wouldn’t do anything to risk it, though. You may piss him off if you even ask.”

“Ugh,” Eddie groans as you follow him up the stairs, “If I ever see Rick on the street he’s fucking dead.”

You just shake your head. He always says something to that effect whenever his probation prevents him from spending more time with you.

“I wish you could move in here. It would make things so much easier.”

That was the other thing he said.

“Sorry, babe,” you shrugged, grabbing your night clothes. You stood by the bedroom door as he rummaged around for something to wear, “I can’t afford to break my lease. Besides, you might get bored of me and kick me to the curb. It’s probably for the best that we don’t rush into anything.”

You don’t even see him coming when he grabs your arms, lightly pushing you into the wall, lips pressing firmly into yours. You hum against his lips, and when he pulls away, he looks at you with those eyes. Big, brown eyes that you wish you could stare into forever.

“I’ll agree to the no rushing, but you told me yourself that I was gonna be hard pressed to get you to let me go. I’m keeping the same deal on my end. Only way I’m letting you leave is if I royally fuck up or I’m on my deathbead. Got it, Sweetheart?”

Nodding, you pull him into you again, hoping that your lips could tell him how you feel without having to speak the words. That you were scared, nervous to give yourself to someone so wholly again. The pain of losing him would probably do you in. But with how everything felt so natural with Eddie, so not forced, you wanted to at least try.

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Just Pretend - Stu Macher & Billy Loomis

Pairing: Stu Macher x f! Reader x Billy Loomis (reader uses she/her pronouns + has a pussy)

Genre: smut/NSFW

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: after begging your boyfriend to ruin you, you’re surprised to see his best friend waiting in the corner for his turn (This is the sequel to The Death of Peace of Mind!!)

CW: DUBCON, threesome, dvp, oral (m! receiving), overstimulation, multiple creampies, unprotected sex (make good choices), biting, manhandling, face fucking, blood play, reader faints, aftercare!! kinda wholesome at the end I promise

this is the part 2 to this! I was super excited to write this and I kinda like how it turned out. I really wanna write more scream/horror content in general so maybe we’ll see more of that this summer, who knows.

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You look up at the masked men above you through bleary eyes, straining your hands against the metal cuffs. Your poor pussy is already swollen and abused as is, leaking juices down your thighs and onto your bedsheets. Your head is fuzzy from the bloodloss, the cut on your collarbone still leaking down your chest.

Billy can’t help but lick his lips at the sight of you writing there. He’d already watched Stu rail you into oblivion, boxers stained with pre at the thought of taking his turn immediately after.

Billy kneels on the bed next to you running a cold hand up your thigh. The tip of his finger brushes your clit and the cold feels so good against your burning heat.

“Look at this pretty pussy,” he turns to the other Ghostface. “You really did a number on it.”

You clench around the air at his words and both boys watch, mesmerised.

Stu kneels on your other side. “So needy, too. How many times do you need to cum until you’re satisfied, hm?”

“M not needy.”

Billy pulls his hand away and laughs at the way you squirm, silently begging for more. Billy pulls his cock out of his boxers and strokes it against your thigh, gathering up the juices that glisten on your skin.

You wiggle in anticipation, trying to force your hips down on him. Billy shoots Stu a look, “hold her still, would ya?”

Your boyfriend crawls up next to you, lifting you up so you’re laying against his chest. He keeps his arms around your waist, kissing down your neck. His teeth graze your pulse point and a whine leaves your throat. Billy takes that as a chance to force his cock inside of you, spreading you apart.

He can’t help but groan. You’re so wet and warm and ready for him. He can feel Stu’s cum inside of you, trying to leak out. Don’t worry—he’ll keep you nice and full. Your pussy clenches around him desperately, walls fluttering in anticipation. He pulls out and slams his hips into you, all of the breath leaving your body.

He’s not as long as Stu, he doesn’t quite reach the deepest parts of you, but he’s thick and it’s enough to stretch you out and make you shiver. Stu licks the blood off of your neck, playing with your nipples while his best friend ruthlessly fucks into you.

You’re writhing between them, every breathy word that leaves your throat echoes in your ears. You can barely make out what you’re saying. Your brain is hardly working, your body reacts completely on instinct, and it’s asking for more. And they want to give it to you.

It’s not long before you’re spasming in Stu’s arms, your pussy gushing onto Billy. He fucks into you harder, a wet squelching noise filling the room. Your juices splatter his robe and the bedsheets, but you don’t care. All you want is to be their little fuck doll, for them to keep fucking and cumming in you.

“P-please,” you’re not even sure what you’re begging for at this point, but it’s one of the only words you can remember.

“Please what?” Billy bites the cut on your collar bone, fresh blood pooling on your chest. “Use your words.”

But you have no more words. All you can do is whine and beg and try to stay conscious while they fuck you into oblivion.

Tears run down your cheeks, your skin feels feverish, but you want more. Stu rubs your arms up and down, kissing your neck and trying to comfort you through the overstimulation.

Billy’s thrusts get sloppy, only focused on trying to force his cock deeper and fill you up. He has an iron grip on your hip, pulling you down onto his cock with every thrust.

He collapses just as you feel a hot burst inside of you, his cock painting your walls white. He rests for only a minute before getting onto his knees.

He looks at Stu over your shoulder, “get her on her knees.”

Your boyfriend easily hoists you up, flipping you over so you’re propped up on your knees. You’re too tired and too out of it to keep your head up, letting yourself slump into the soaked sheets.

Billy positons his cock in front of your face, poking the tip on your lips. You don’t need to be told what to do—it’s instinct. You open your mouth and let him slide his cock inside of your mouth. He tastes like a mix of the three of you and it’s addicting.

Stu slides his cock through your folds and wraps a hand in your hair, holding your head up to grant Billy easier access. Billy cups your jaw, laughing at how fucked out you look. Sweaty face, tears rolling down your cheeks, drool on your chin. Such a good slut for them.

The boys find a rhythm, hips rocking into you from either side. Stu thrusts just before Billy, pushing you forwards so you can take more of his length, and Billy thrusts in turn so he can shove you back onto Stu’s cock. The sight of you between them, fucked out and drooling and so obedient is enough to bring them to the edge.

Billy pulls out just before he cums. “Not yet,” he commands, and it takes you a minute to realize he’s talking to Stu. “Wanna really ruin her.”

Billy lifts you up and gets under you, positioning his cock at the entrance where Stu already is. You realize what they’re doing all too late, just as Billy starts to force his cock inside of you. The stretch is painful, but the pain feels so fucking good you don’t care. You collapse onto Billy, body almost limp from the way they’re stretching you out.

They take turns moving inside of you, hitting all of the spots that make your eyes roll back in your head.

Your head spins, your pussy aches. “T-too much!” You insist, but you still lazily move to meet their thrusts, your body still begs for more.

“What do you think I meant when I said I was gonna ruin you, hm?” Stu whispers in your ear, forcing his cock inside of you until you can feel it against your cervix. “Quiet babygirl, you can take it.”

It’s such a tight fit but it feels so good. Both boys can’t help but get lost in your pussy, caught up in the pleasure of taking you together, of ruining you and claiming you as theirs. They slam into you in turn, trying to one up each other with each thrust.

You can feel the ball in your stomach building and before you can even warn them, you’re gushing again. Heat washes over you and that fuzzy feeling takes over.

Neither of the boys realize when you go limp. They keep fucking you, using you to get to their own highs. Stu finishes first, cock twitching and cumming deep inside of you. His orgasm only pushes Billy over the edge, filling you up even more.

You come to a few minutes later, laying in bed alone. You’re dressed in your underwear and a sweater, but you have no memory of getting dressed. You sit up, frantically looking around. Your body is sore and achy and feverish, and you feel so dizzy and dehydrated. Did Stu really just leave you here?

The thought makes you tear up, sobs leaving your throat. Why would he just leave? After the most intense, brutal sex of your life? How could he?”

“Shh, shh, I’m here,” Stu sets the glass of water on your nightstand, “it’s okay, baby. Here—drink some water.”

Stu brings the glass to your lips, holding it while you gulp it down. You instantly feel better, your senses sharpening somewhat.

“I-I thought you left…”

“Oh babygirl,” he kisses your forehead. “Never.”

You look around the room, taking in your surroundings. The sheets on your bed are gone, a wet spot on the mattress.

“I sent Billy to grab clean sheets. Think you can get up? We really need to clean that,” he gestures to the cut on your collar bone.

You nod, trying to stand up but your knees collapse under you and you pitch forwards. Stu catches you, carrying you to the bathroom.

He’s so gentle while he patches you up, long fingers cool against your hot skin. He places a gentle kiss over the bandage, “there. All better.”

He helps you back to bed where Billy has already made it with clean sheets and filled up the water on the nightstand. He’s laying on one side of the bed in only his underwear, and gives the two of you a look as you enter.

Stu lays you down next to Billy before stripping out of his own robe and laying down next to you. You lay your head on his chest, Billy wrapping his arms around you.

You want to ask about what just happened and what this means for the future of your relationship, but you don’t. It can wait until morning, for now, you just want to enjoy laying between the two men who’ve just claimed you as theirs.

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chapter five - married

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In The Morning - Poly!Ghostface

A/N: I’m a sucker for soft moments. I know that they’re out of character, but that’s the beauty of writing.

WARNINGS: Mentions of blood, allusions to killing, murdery bfs, soft boys

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First Meetings// Billy Loomis x Fem! Reader

The first time you met Billy Loomis was at a party that Stu Macher was throwing.

It was a Saturday night like any other. Your friend Emily had begged and pleaded with you to come along with her and another longtime friend of yours - Josh, to this wild party that Stu was hosting. Josh and Stu were buddies, and since Emily and Josh were dating - you felt obligated to tag along.

Plus, you didn’t have any other plans for the night anyway.

So after a long day of work, you went home, showered and changed into a cute black party dress. It was cut a little shorter than your usualstyle, but you liked that. So, after a quickglance over at yourself in the mirror, you head for the door and open it, making sure to be quiet as you crept down the stairs.

You weren’t sure why you still felt as if you hadto sneak out of your parents house. You were a twenty-one year old - old enough to know wrong and right, certainly old enough to drink in a bar without a fake id and obviously old enough to be able to leave and go hang out with some friends without telling your parents first.

But yet… you still found yourself sneaking out to your car with a sigh. It took less than twenty minutes to arrive at Stu’s house, and once you did, you found that quite a few other people had already arrived.

Emily, having arrived before you, made a dash over to your car once she spotted you. She had a red solo cup in her one hand, the other she threw around your shoulder, “You made it!”

“Yeah, seems I’m a little late.”

“Nah, the party just started.”

She leads you inside the house, practically dragging you to the liquor table. You grab your own solo cup and pour some punch into it.

“So where’s Josh?”

“Over there somewhere.” Emily gestures off in the direction of the patio, “Talking to Stu and some other guys.”

You take a sip of the punch. “I should go say hi.”

“Be my guest. I’ll be there in a second.”

You nod and make your way over to the open patio, finding Josh outside like Emily said he’d be, along with Stu and a few other people you didn’t know. “Oh, look who it is.” Josh greets you with a grin and side hug when you walk over to him.

“Staying out of trouble?”

“Always.”

You laugh, shrugging out of his embrace. Stu Was watching you both with a grin of his own.

“Hey, Y/N. Long time no see.”

“Right back at ya, Stu.”

One of the other guys that was hanging outside had stood, garnering your attention when you looked over at him. The first thing you noticed about him was his muscles, the next was his glorious messy hair that you wanted to run your fingers through.

His dark eyes land on you as he makes his wayover, muttering something to Stu as he heads back inside the house.

Something inside you felt a deep urge to follow him into the house, but when Josh grabs your arm and leads you further away, you push those thoughts down and focus on the party.

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It wasn’t until an hour later did you run into that guy again. This time he was by himself in the kitchen, sipping out of a solo cup as he leaned against the sink. Once he spotted you, his lips curled into a smirk. “We meet again.”

You awkwardly enter the kitchen, trying like hell to play it cool. “Yeah.”

“You can come in further, I don’t bite.” He was referring to the fact that you were hanging out in the doorway, and you mentally curse yourself for how stupid that looked.

“Good to know.”

“I mean, unless you want me to.”

You blush at the mere thought. “Right.”

“So, whatcha drinking?”

“That god awful punch.”

He chuckles. “Yeah, that’s why I stick to a go to. It’s always better than some random punch.”

He plucks a bottle of vodka off the counter that had been hiding behind his back, wiggling it in the air invitingly. “Want some?”

You eagerly hold out your solo cup, watching as he pours you a decent amount. “Thanks.”

“Cheers.” He clinks his cup against yours. It didn’t take long for you both to knock back your drinks and shortly after, this guy was pouring you another one.

“Trying to get me drunk?”

“Not at all. Just figured you wanted another.”

Well, he was right. “Thanks.”

“So what’s your name?”

You pause to sip your drink, then say, “Y/N.”

“Nice name.”

You notice he doesn’t offer up his own name.

But not wanting to be rude, you don’t ask him for it. Clearly he didn’t want you to know it.

Probably had a girlfriend.

Shit, why did that thought bother you?

“You blanking out on me here?”

His voice breaks your reverie, and you chuckle, “Sorry. Just thinking about things.”

“Yeah, I noticed. Whatcha thinking about? Me?”

His brazen statement has your eyes rolling. Even though he was sort of right. “No.” Lie.

“Your boyfriend?”

“I don’t have a boyfriend.”

You take note of how he sort of seemed relieved to hear that. “A pretty thing like you should.”

“You think I’m pretty?”

His smirk returns. “Among other things.”

You wanted to ask what the other things were, but as soon as you start to, a few other people enter the kitchen, and you watch as he slowly makes his way over to you.

Your eyes widen when he bends his head, lips brushing against your ear. Your heart was racing so fast, you were sure he noticed.

“My name’s Billy, by the way.”

He leans back, and your eyes locked on his lips.

You wanted him to kiss you so badly.

“See you around, Y/N.”

And just like that, he was gone.

But little did you know, you’d see him again.

Like literally the next day at work.

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Parents: No you can't take part in senior skip day

My brain: don't let parents catch you taking part in senior skip day

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Groupie Love | Musician!Joel Miller X Groupie!Reader

Chapter 1 "You're in the bar, playing guitar"

Summary: She fell in love with him in a crowded bar and Joel picked her out of the crowd after the set one night.

warnings: smoking, alcohol, eventual smut to come, commitment issues, daddy issues, AGE GAP ( reader,22, Joel in his 50s), small usage of Y/N

Based in Austin, Texas 2020s

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Dirty 6, 6th street was nasty and filled with drunks and here you are wrangling your friends to the next bar. It was group night out which means you, your best friends, and their boyfriends and girlfriends are out on the streets you call home since you were a kid. You were taking the last drag of your cigarette before putting it in the bar's ashtray.

"I'm getting everyone shots," Kaia practically shouted in your ear over the live music.

You smirked at how drunk she was already, you loved how lightweight your best friends were. You were always the one who took care of them even when you were hammered.

"Tequila or vodka?" Kaia asks you before waving down one of the bartenders, "Vodka" you said leaning your back against the bar and trying to find the rest of the group.

You ordered your usual drink, vodka redbull to chase your shot with. You helped carry the tray of shots to the table where everyone set up camp for the time being. Kaia passed around the shots, making everyone cheers. You poured the bitter liquid down your throat, everyone was wincing and taking a drink from their chasers while you stood there unphased by the burn creeping up.

"You're little insane, y/n," Vanessa coughs trying to subdue the pain, you shrugged your shoulders and welcome the buzz throughout your body.

The stage was barren while the next group set up for their turn, you watched them tuning their instruments, and a tall muscular with salt and pepper hair caught your attention. Everyone else was in a conversation about where you all were going tomorrow night. You sipped on the cool drink in your hands. Your eyes were trained on the man's hands on the neck of the guitar.

You could feel yourself drooling over him. Older men were your weakness, more like your guilty pleasure. His finger picked at the strings and the sound echoes throughout the bar. He walks up to the mic and clears his throat and takes a breath in and out. Your full attention was on the man wearing a black tee tight around his biceps and dark wash-worn jeans. People make their way to the front of the stage, you looked at the crowd and noticed a lot of women, some older, some around your age.

"It's nice to be back to play for y'all if you're here for the first time, I'm Joel and these are my buddies backing me up we play every Friday night and hope you'll be back," He shoots a wink to the bar.

You felt your whole body shudder at how smooth he was with his words. Joel seemed like the kind of man who was self-assured and you liked it.

You perked yourself as the guitar riff of I Walk The Line starts to fill the room. Before you knew it, you moved away from the table into the crowd, you forced your way to the front and could feel the bass of the music vibrating in your chest. Joel's voice was heavenly to your ears, your gaze was fixed on him.

He closed his eyes while he sang, you found it endearing how a man like him was nervous to look at the audience who loved anything he did. The crowd was cheering him on, a couple of whistles from the woman next to you. He opened one eye and smiled continuing with the song. Country music wasn't your taste but you had a special place in your heart for the classics.

The transition into the next song was seamless, another Johnny Cash feverishly was being played. A tap on your shoulder makes you turn around Kaia was dancing and taking your hand and putting another shot in your hands. She winks and clinks her cup with yours, another shot in your system had you dancing as the song changes to Suspicious Mind of course he's playing Elvis Presley.

Kaia pulls you to the back of the crowd so you could dance with her, "He's giving you a show, so give him one too," She said as she pulled you in close to her body.

you smiled as you rolled your eyes at her. You looked back at the stage; your eyes found his, you swallowed hard, and Kaia spun you and tried to sway you with her. You spun around and just stood still mesmerized by the singer on the stage.

His laugh goes through the mic and he shakes his head at how you were acting starstruck. Your heart was pounding against your chest, Kaia turned you to face her, she was singing to you, cupping your face in her hands. You joined in with her and leaned your forehead against hers. Your arms are lazily around her neck before she starts to spin you around and dip you back.

"Let's don't let a good thing die," she draws out the last word. You both slur the lyrics and the beat starts to pick up her hands find your hips and help you grind with her. You throw your head back as laughter leaves your mouth, Kaia could always get you to let loose and not care about anything.

The set ends and your hearing was slightly muffled by the live music. You watched Joel take a sip of the beer that was sitting on the amp. Kaia started to pull you back to the table and she had another one of your drinks ready for you.

"So I guess we are coming back here every Friday," Vanessa smirks, you tore your eyes from Joel who was talking with his friends, you brought the watered-down drink to your lips, and downed the entire drink in one go.

"Yes, we are," you gave a smile to your friends. "She's in love," Axel nudged you in the ribs. You punched his arm before taking out a cigarette from the pocket of your leather jacket.

"Shut it," you placed the stick between your lips. Everyone went quiet and their eyes focused on something or someone behind you.

"Need a light?" A southern drawl came from behind, and you were faced by the singer with a lighter flaming. You leaned in to meet the flame in the middle, you inhaled the smoke and blew it in his face. Joel didn't even blink when the cloud breezed past his face.

"Thanks," you leaned back, he puts the lighter away in his pocket and caged you in between his arms.

You bumped into the table with your back. "Anytime, darlin'," Joel leaned in to whisper in your ear, his scruff lightly grazing against your skin.

"Can I buy a pretty girl a drink?" Joel pulled away and looks you in the eye. "If you buy me a drink then you have to buy us all drink," You slightly nod your head towards the group who remained speechless.

"Alright, come with me, darlin'," Joel holds out his arm, your hand intertwines with his, and walked with him to the bar.

"You like Elvis?" Joel asks after he ordered a round, you take another drag before giving him an answer.

"I do, loved since I was a kid." You smiled at him, your body was a bit shaky. You don't know how long it's been since you've had attention from a man. He nods, Joel takes in your appearance. How the neon lights from beer signs illuminated your eyes, how you had a devilish smile on your lips matching the red lipstick, the way your hair was pulled back in a clip with some hair framing your face. You were sex on legs for Joel.

"What?" You shifted your weight from one foot to the other, his gaze made you a bit nervous.

"Nothing, I like how you look," Joel takes your cigarette from your fingers to his and takes a drag, and blows the smoke in your face. You blinked away the sting from the smoke.

"Of course you do," you brought your lips to his hands and took a hit of nicotine. Your lips pressed a light kiss on his knuckles before exhaling. The bartender put down the tray of drinks on the bar.

"What's your name?" Joel asks as you both walk back to the table, your name was like a song to him. He liked how it just rolled off the tongue.

Your friends thank him for the drinks before they return to whispering to each other.

"Hope to see y'all next week," Joel bids goodbye before disappearing into the crowd of people. You perched up on the stool and took a sip of the free drink, your friend's eyes were on you and stunned by what happened.

"You guys are welcome for the free drinks," You took a breath, it felt like you weren't breathing for those few moments of your life.

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awooga-llama · 1 year

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My heart melted while reading, such an emotional rollercoaster that I just didn't want to end. If you are willing, please continue this story 💙

Baby, it's cold outside - Ex Bf!Jschlatt x F!Reader

Plot: Y/n had only planned to quickly grab the things she left at her newly-ex-boyfriend's house and leave, but an unforeseen snowstorm leaves her with no choice but to wait it out indoors with a very persistent Schlatt who's determined to piece back together their relationship. Warnings: Prior breakup, heated argument with yelling, characters are trapped inside during a dangerous snowstorm (but are safe), mention of possible death, quite a bit of swearing. Allusions to Schlatt being a functional alcoholic. Word Count: 4137

A/N: Finally it's done! This was so fun to write! Thank you for the positive response on the teaser, I appreciate it a lot! I really feel as if I could have added more but it was getting long and I was in a hell of writing an additional scene then deleting it and rewriting it, it was an endless cycle and I would have been working on this forever. I also am rusty when it comes to writing and keep changing tenses, sorry if there's anything I missed in editing. Changed Schlatt from Jason to Jacob mid fic so if he's referred to as Jason, you didn't see that.

The house, although obviously lacking any ability to have emotions of its own, felt strangely sorrowful as Y/n gingerly stepped inside, stomping the snow off her boots and onto the mat. Rationally she knew it was likely her own shoved down emotions being projected onto the relatively blank canvas, although she wouldn't willingly delve too far into that concept. She desperately wanted to believe she was completely over her now ex-boyfriend Jacob Schlatt, especially as she was the one who had initiated and insisted on breaking up. Unfortunately, Y/n was smart enough to know that no matter how much she insisted to herself that she no longer needed or wanted her former boyfriend of five years, the truth of the matter would still continue to nag at her whenever she thought of him. It was better to avoid both Schlatt and any related introspection altogether, an impossible task when she stood inside their once shared house to collect her things.

The soft mrow of Jambo's call sounded through the entryway, the little orange cat quickly padding over to Y/n and rubbing himself against her feet as she removed her boots and other winter gear. She bent down to pet the small creature on his head, the softness of his fur against her hand was a calming sensation that brought a bit of ease to her sorrowful feelings. Y/n had missed the little guy deeply, but with Schlatt’s exorbitant income as a popular youtuber/streamer/businessman she knew Jambo would have a better life staying with Schlatt, as painful as it was to part ways. The orange tabby, who was now licking her index finger, had felt like her only companion at times while Schlatt was consistently busy with streaming, editing, or managing the businesses he helped run.

As if her thoughts had been a siren's song to lure him close, heavy, hesitant footsteps approached the entryway after a few purr-filled minutes passed by. Y/n tried to act calm and collected for her own dignity, not moving from her crouched position besides tilting her head up to meet the pained red eyes of her former lover.

Schlatt looked dishevelled. His hair was a mess and the headband that usually sat atop his head to keep the wild brown locks from falling into his face was shockingly missing. From the looks of his hair, and his mutton chops too, he was neglecting a much needed small trim. Usually it was her designated job to do so, solely because she insisted on it as sweet bonding time, something their relationship began to lack greatly as the years went on. He wore his green Polizei sweatshirt, the one Y/n had praised as her favourite many times for the way it made him look irresistibly amazing to cuddle with. Uncharacteristically, the sweater looked like it hadn’t left his body in a while, an odd thing for the usually clean and organised man.

Most people would delight in seeing their ex-partner in such a state without them, and although Y/n couldn’t lie and say Schlatt’s miserable appearance didn’t give her a miniscule bit of satisfaction. Clearly he was now realising how important she was to his life after he had made less and less time for her in the end years of her relationship, the feelings of pity and remorse that washed over her as the nearly empty bottle of Jack held in his hand, and the smell of alcohol that wafted off of him became more glaringly obvious and concerning the more she inspected him.

"I thought you were coming tomorrow," He stated simply, his voice carrying a bit of strain within.

"I texted you that I would be coming on the 25th, that's today. But if there's an issue I can come back another time," Y/n replied, the house’s entryway where they stood feeling suffocatingly uncomfortable as a result of their former relationship. It had felt like months since the last time they saw each other, the night Y/n stormed out for good, but in reality it was at most two weeks.

"No!" Schlatt's voice was filled with desperation, his eyes began to water as a sudden panicked shout escaped him at the mention of Y/n leaving "...No. It's fine. Today is fine." He cleared his throat and recollected himself to the best of his ability. "I'm sure you remember where everything is. There's boxes for you in the kitchen, I'll be editing in the bedroom."

As always, Y/n wanted to bitterly add. Instead she bit her tongue, wanting to keep the peace so she could be in and out quickly.

"Thank you, Jacob," Y/n replied quietly, lacking the confidence to say the name much louder. She had never called him Jacob. Sure it was his first name, but it was something everyone else called him, never ever her. Up until this point she had only ever called him Jay. She had to fight back the urge to correct herself, wanting to set boundaries to create space and ensure she wouldn’t run back to him.

Schlatt picked up on this, his breathing picking up slightly in alarm, a stifled whimper just barely escaping from his throat.

"Y-yeah," His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. "Well, you're welcome," His sadness turned to anger, as did most of his emotions when they became too much for him to handle. He spat the words out like they were venom before turning around and lurking back to the–

No.

His bedroom.

Y/n let out a shaky breath she hadn't noticed she was holding, giving a weak smile to Jambo. “Men. Am I right, bud?” She tried to make light of the situation with her comment, giving the cat a scritch behind the ears before getting up and heading to grab the boxes, wanting to leave as soon as possible.

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The kitchen had been taken over by ghosts.

“Jayyyy! Stop it!” Y/n giggled, putting her arms up to defend herself from the second handful of soap bubbles Schlatt scooped up from the sink and prepared to blow into her face.

She should have known better than to accept his help with the dishes. Although he certainly had, and often exercised, the capability to be calm and introspective, once something got him going he became a major troublemaker. All in good fun, of course. Y/n didn’t mind it all too much though. Sure, he was a menace, but he was her menace.

Besides, the dishes could wait. Moments where Schlatt was both sober and free of any work related obligations were increasingly few and far between these days. Y/n always tried to be understanding and supportive, but she couldn’t help but feel rejected, especially when his work related obligations often involved wildly charismatic female friends of his who could easily pass for models.

Y/n knew jealousy wasn’t a good look, but it was hard not to feel such a way when she had to sit on the sidelines as a secret only Schlatt and his closest friends knew of, and watch helplessly as people online fawned over him or shipped him with women she felt like she could never possibly compare to. Y/n knew that talking to Schlatt about her concerns before they grew into a deep resentment was the right thing to do, but each time she tried to get him alone to discuss it she was brushed off. Then, on the rare occasion he was alone, sober, and not preoccupied, Y/n couldn’t bring herself to ruin the only time she had to truly feel like a couple again.

Sure, she was living in her own personal hell, but at least she had these moments of domestic bliss. For now, they were enough.

“Come on babe, I’m not gonna blow it at you!” Schlatt promised, moving the handful of soap away from his mouth. “Don’t you trust your boyfriend?” He couldn’t fully hide the catlike grin that pulled at his lips, a smile Y/n had learned to never trust.

“No! You’re despicable!” Y/n dipped her hand into the warm, soapy water and flicked it at him. “Begone foul demon!”

“Demon?” Schlatt tsk’d at her, taking a step closer and looking down at her mischievously. “You’ve got it all wrong, toots. I’m a man of the lord. You’re the demonic one here with how tempting you are. My very own succubus…” His words flowed from his mouth like honey, the husky tone along with his hand tucking a stray clump of hair behind her ear making Y/n blush.

“Tempting? Well, why don’t you show me exactly what I tempt you to do?” Y/n breathed the words out, placing a hand on his cheek.

“Gladly.”

Y/n closed her eyes as he leaned down to kiss her, his arm wrapping around her waist and holding her firmly against his body. Just when she felt his warm breath tickle her face, the anticipation for the kiss beginning to gnaw hungrily at her, a soft pressure hit her head and was quickly followed by a small trickle of water and bubbles beginning at her scalp and running down the bridge of her nose.

“You asshole!” She playfully hit his chest, unable to contain her grin as he continued to hold her tight against his body with his superior strength.

Schlatt chuckled, kissing the top of her head despite the bubbles that remained there.

“You know you love me.”

Y/n roughly wiped her teary eyes against the back of her sleeve. Quickly, she grabbed the four boxes that sat on the island and rushed out of the room to gather her stuff, but not before sending a pained glare to the kitchen sink.

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It was an irrefutable fact in Y/n’s mind that in recent years her luck had been waning. But, when the lightbulbs began flicker and promptly lose all power along with the rest of the house as soon as she placed down her last box, Y/n was happy at least the god of timing was smiling down upon her, even if Lady Luck wasn’t.

Y/n glanced out the window, seeing nothing but a sea of white. The already thick flurries from earlier had grown into a full-on blizzard in the hour she was collecting her things. Luckily the bits of light that managed to make it through the heavy snow and flow through the large front window illuminated the entryway in lieu of the now non-functional lights, allowing Y/n to see what she was doing as she gathered one of the boxes into her arms for her first trip to her car. With the storm getting so bad that the power went out, Y/n knew her window of opportunity to leave was rapidly fading away. Waiting it out with Schlatt was not an option. it would be too painful, a harsh reminder of what they once had. Shifting the box's weight to one arm, Y/n used her other one to open the front door.

"Are you insane?" Schlatt shouted from the doorway into his office. He quickly rushed over, his hand darting out to quickly shut the front door before Y/n could exit through it and head into the thick, opaque wall of white that laid outside. "It's snowing so hard you wouldn't be able to see your hand in front of your face! You'd get killed trying to drive out there!" Despite his angry demeanor, Y/n knew Schlatt well enough to see through it as a cover up for his concern.

She couldn't help but scoff in response to his worry, even though she knew he was right about the danger. Reluctantly relenting, Y/n placed her things down. "Yeah, you're right. I shouldn't drive." She glanced out of the house's front window. "But don't you dare act like you'd care if I got hurt."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Schlatt's hand darted out to grab Y/n's arm and turn her to face him, the softness of his grip a stark contrast to the harsh desperation of his movements. "I'm not the bad guy here. I'm not the one who ended things, I'm the one who's fighting for us!"

"Yeah, I know. You won't stop blowing up my phone and acting like you're such a fucking martyr for it." Y/n pulled her arm out from his grasp, glaring up at the larger man. "Don't act like you're some innocent, blameless party who I oh so greatly wronged. Neither of us were perfect in our relationship, neither of us could give the other what they needed."

Schlatt looked appalled at her statement. "Don't speak for me! You gave me everything I needed, everything I could have possibly wanted!"

"Don't delude yourself, Jacob, I could never be good enough for you. I could never be good enough for your life." Y/n's eyes were full of resentment. "But even if so, what did I get in return? A boyfriend who's always too busy to spend time with me, and when he does find time, he's drunk? A partner I can't even talk about to anyone? A five-fucking-year relationship with a man who refuses to pop the question while he builds his brand by flirting with other people to an audience of millions?" Y/n's face contorted in sorrow as she desperately held back her tears.

"Why didn't you tell me this before? Why did you let this grow worse until you broke?"

"When could I have sat you down to tell you? You hardly even had time in your schedule to eat the meals I made." Y/n snapped. Schlatt stayed silent, unable to refute. She sighed. "Face it, Jacob. You can't love me in the way I need you to without giving up everything you've built."

Tension thickened the air into cement as the two stared silently at each other, daring the other to say something first. Hesitantly, Schlatt opened his mouth to speak. "I would have given it all up for you in an instant." His voice was gentle and meek.

Y/n turned away from him to hide the tears that finally overflowed and spilled down her cheeks. Oh how her heart soared at those words, but Y/n knew taking up his offer would mean cruelly ripping his passion and a lifetime of hard work away from him. Y/n couldn't possibly entertain the idea of doing that to someone she loved.

"I'm going to check on Jambo. Just let me go."

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Hours later the light faded from the outside, the room only illuminated with the many candles Y/n had lit. Y/n shivered with slightly chattering teeth as she sat on top of Schlatt’s bed, a throw blanket pulled tightly around her body by her hands that were beginning to bear blue-tinted fingernails. She was alone in the room with her stubborn pride, Jambo abandoning her minutes ago.

It would be so incredibly easy for her to crawl under the covers, to be embraced by the warm, plush duvet she had insisted Schlatt purchase as a housewarming gift for themselves after they were wishing they had one during the last snowstorm they endured. Part of Y/n longed to just say fuck it to everything and crawl under, but a louder part of herself insisted it would be giving in. To what? She wasn’t sure. However, her resolve was quickly fading as her body grew more cold.

The bedroom door creaked open and the light of a flashlight lit up the room.. Y/n looked up from the bed, her eyes meeting Schlatt’s.

“It’s freezing.”

With Y/n shivering so much she didn’t have the energy for negativity, nor the energy to respond at all, instead she pulled the blanket tighter around herself.

Schlatt sighed, crossing the room and coming to a seat beside her. He placed the flashlight on the end table, keeping it on for more lighting. In his hands he held a different bottle of Jack than the one from earlier, this one appearing freshly opened, save for a few missing swigs.

“Apparently drinking will warm you up. I don’t think it actually does to be honest, but surely waiting out a snowstorm with some alcohol in your system is better than waiting it out completely sober,” He explained, gingerly holding the bottle out to Y/n.

After a few seconds of debating, Y/n reached out and accepted his offer, wincing as her nearly numb hands came in contact with the ice cold glass. Quickly she took a large gulp before handing the bottle back to Schlatt.

“It doesn’t work,” Y/n confirmed quietly.

Schlatt exhaled a small chuckle. “Thank you for peer reviewing my theory.” He examined the bottle in his hands before taking a sip of his own. “It’s always impressed me how you could drink liquor so easily from the first time you tried it.” He offered the bottle to her once again.

Y/n accepted the bottle and stared down the neck of it for a few moments in embarrassment. “It wasn’t actually easy until recently, I just didn’t want to be the girl in that Carrie Underwood song.” This time she took a smaller sip before handing it back.

The hint of a grin tugged at Schlatt’s lips. “That checks out…”

He brought the bottle to his lips but paused before he drank any, seemingly lost in thought. He screwed on the cap and placed the bottle on the end table. Y/n couldn't stop the small, proud smile that forced itself onto her face, an action that hurt with the stiff coldness of her cheeks. Despite the happiness that seeing Schlatt stop himself from drinking had brought her, the action showing he truly listened to her words from earlier, Y/n didn't draw attention to it to avoid any possible embarrassment on his behalf.

Y/n looked away quickly when Schlatt turned his head to glance at her, jumping when the back of his hand made gentle contact with her cheek.

“God, you don’t just look like you’re freezing. You feel it too,” He muttered.

Y/n moved her head away from his delightfully warm touch. “It’s fine.”

With a sigh, Schlatt stood up from his seated position on the bed, pulling out a corner of the blanket and gesturing for her to get in. “You’re going to get sick.”

“No, Jacob, It’s fine,” She insisted, although the prospect was growing more tempting by the second.

“I don’t know why you need to make this so difficult, Y/n. It’s cold, you’re cold, just get in the damn warm bed. You don’t need to be so prideful!”

Y/n rolled her eyes. “Fine,” she mumbled, trying to seem angry as she quickly scrambled under the covers, hoping he didn’t notice how she melted into the mattress contentedly.

Schlatt followed her in.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” She protested, shocked.

“It’s cold as fuck, are you really going to make me freeze just because we broke up?” Schlatt asked. “Besides, I’m not going to try anything. I’m a gentleman.”

“You’re a schlentleman, there’s a difference,” She huffed and looked away from him, instead she chose to gaze up at the white popcorn ceiling.

“And what’s the difference? It just sounds funnier?”

“No, the difference is that you’re Jacob Schlatt. You’re always up to something. Usually it’s funny, but I’m not in the mood right now. I just want to go home.”

Schlatt was silent for a few moments, but didn’t move. Y/n could feel his warm leg ever so slightly touching hers, a small connection that seemed to warm her body in more ways than just temperature.

“How’s your new place treating you?” He asked.

“Good…” She thought about it for a few moments. “Good. It’s just a studio apartment. Huge windows.”

“You’ve always loved those,” Y/n swore that she could hear a bittersweet smile in his voice. “You got that window seat you’ve always wanted?”

“No, not yet. Maybe one day,” She sighed hopefully, the picture of reading or doing her work while seated on one dancing into her mind. “Any issues with the house?”

“No, shockingly,” He laughed. “It’s a relief after all the housing issues we’ve been through.”

“Yeah…” Y/n agreed, reminiscing on all the problems they’d been through together. They were the only stable thing in each other's lives in a time of seemingly impossible to get through instability, and now that was over. Her chest tightened. “I’m glad things are going good for you, Jacob.” She turned her head to look at him, a small smile on her lips.

His brown eyes met her own, staring into her. “You and I both know that things are not going good.”

She gulped, looking back up at the ceiling, unable to handle the intensity of his stare and words.

“Things just wouldn’t work out between us,” Y/n tried to explain.

“Why? Why not?” Schlatt begged, making her face him again. “I told you, I’d give up my career for you!”

“I don’t want you to! You’ve spent so long on it, it makes you so happy. And…” She swallowed, trying to keep the words from coming out. “I’m not special or important enough for that.”

Schlatt’s eyes widened. “Where’d you get that idea? Y/n, I was with you for five years, you’re the most amazing person I know!” His hands cupped her cheeks and Y/n had to stop herself from dissolving into his comforting, warm touch.

“You never showed it! You were always busy, I always had to hide our relationship. I’ve just always felt unwanted…” Her vision grew blurry with the forming of tears. “It’s no matter now, it’s over.”

They stayed like that for what felt like hours, Schlatt looking guiltily into Y/n’s eyes as he tenderly held her face. Realistically it was only a few minutes until the larger man hesitantly moved closer to Y/n, his slightly chapped lips pressing against hers. Y/n’s brain screamed at her, not for her sinking into the action and accepting it, but for pushing him away in the first place. She had been fighting with her true feelings for too long, and now she didn’t have the strength to continue.

“Tell me, tell me if you don’t want this and I’ll stop for good. I’m not going to force you to love me if you don’t want to.” His face was nervous and hopeful as he pulled away. “But if you have any doubts about that at all, I’ll keep fighting for you. For us. I’ll do whatever I can to make things right.”

Y/n opened and closed her mouth slightly a few times, she found herself unable and unwilling to form a protest. She wanted this, she wanted him. She didn’t want to keep running. With his touch, everything suddenly felt fixable. No longer did everything seem like a large, unclimbable mountain. All their problems sunk into the shape of hills.

“Please, do that again.” She whispered.

Schlatt grinned.

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The sunlight flowed through the window, illuminating Schlatt in its rays of gold. Y/n pulled herself into a sitting position and watched him for a few moments before she slowly crawled over him in an attempt to get out of the bed without waking him. Still dressed in the clothes she had arrived in, Y/n quietly moved to the door on the tips of her toes.

“Y/n?” Schlatt’s tired and anxious voice sounded from the bed.

“Go back to sleep,” She urged.

“Are you leaving?”

“I can’t stay in bed all day.”

“Please, don’t go,” He begged, sitting up.

“Get back in bed, go back to sleep,” She rushed over, gently placing a hand on his chest and pushing him back into the mattress.

His hand grabbed her wrist, keeping her from leaving. “I thought we worked this out last night, we promised to communicate. Y/n, talk to me. What’s going on?” His brow furrowed.

She huffed. “I was trying to make you breakfast in bed, but I wasn’t sneaky enough.”

Schlatt’s face softened as he pulled her onto his body, hugging her close. “Don’t scare me like that!”

“I’m sorry, please let me up. Even if it’s no longer a surprise I need to make breakfast” Y/n tried to get away but his strong arms kept her still.

“Baby, it’s cold outside. Come lay with me where it’s warm. Just for a few minutes?” He pleaded.

She relented, his begging making her body warm with the feeling of being loved. “Of course Jay, just for a few minutes.”

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Schlatt tags: @d444zed

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This was definetly worth the wait, can't wait to see what you'll come up with next! 💙

Idk what to say except... schlatt corrupting a super shy reader... please

a/n: thinking of making this into a multi-part series... if y'all want. lmk. thx. love you guys and missed y'all so so so much!

pairing: innocent!fem/afab!reader x bully!schlatt

tags/warnings: college-aged reader & schlatt, reader is 20 and schlatt is 22, slapping, spitting, crying, degrading, corruption (obviously), sad ending, pet names including: sir, daddy, slut, good girl

word count: 3.8k

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"It's perfect," you sighed, flopping down on your uncomfortable dorm room bed. After two and a half hours of decorating, you finally made your shitty down room feel like it was your space. Not that you'd be spending much time there, as your schedule was jam-packed this semester. Four classes and a side gig - tutoring, for extra cash. You really didn't have time for a job with your busy schedule.

You really didn't think dorm life was for you, there were way too many restrictions. No candles, no string lights, no lighters, nothing fun. "Potential fire hazards," they said. You were twenty years old now; you didn't technically have to live on campus anymore, but you didn't really have a lot of friends that lived in their own places. Growing up Southern, Catholic, and homeschooled, there weren't really many friends to have, but this semester was your first time living on your own. Sure, you had a roommate last year, but you were lucky enough to be placed on your own this year. You'd heard a lot of stories about your roommate and her friends' adventures - drinking, doing drugs, "talking to" boys - you weren't sure why that last one was so exciting. Had your roommate never seen a guy before? She laughed and called you naive. Your roommate, Jennifer, explained that "talking to" someone meant "hooking up" - you didn't know what that meant either, but you smiled and laughed along.

The first couple of days flew by. All four of your classes did a syllabus day; easy enough for the first day in all of your classes. You'd managed to talk to a girl in your second class and become friendly with her. In your fourth class, however, a guy had shown up 25 minutes late to lecture. Given, it was just syllabus day, but he could've gotten dropped from the class for that! And he didn't seem to care one bit. He slid into an open seat - didn't even bring a backpack with him - and started whispering to the poor girl next to him. She paused and began rummaging through her bag, presenting him with a pencil and a piece of paper. This guy was a piece of work, for sure. Most likely here on a sports scholarship, you thought to yourself. You usually weren't one for judgment, or assumptions, for that matter, but this guy fit the apathetic athlete stereotype perfectly, Tall, with his hair pushed under a backward-facing baseball cap. The cap had the school's logo on it, along with the number 4 stitched into the side. Ding ding ding, he's an athlete, you thought to yourself and smiled, feeling accomplished. The professor wrapped up early, reminding everyone to bring their textbooks to the next class.

The first couple of weeks were a piece of cake. A paper for English II, a pop quiz in Government, and a test in Microbiology, which was expected - going into health sciences was difficult, but it's what you found a passion in. Funnily enough, you passed that test like it was nothing. The only class you really didn't like was Statistics. You only had to take one math class in your four years since you had done so much prep work in high school, and you pushed it to your second year of college - right now. You looked at the computer screen in front of you and sighed. Math wasn't your strong suit, and you were cursing at yourself for not taking an algebra class instead. You slumped your head down on your computer. You rose your head and stared at your screen again, the once-empty number box for your answer now had 15 Js in it; apparently, your head was resting on the J key. You saw a figure in a white shirt dart across the library and your eyes followed it. The owner of the white shirt was a tall man with brown curls frantically looking up and down the shelves. He apparently found what he was looking for and set up shop at the table diagonally from yours. He pulled a familiar hat out of his backpack, the same black hat with the number 4 stitched into the side. The guy from statistics who showed up late, you thought to yourself. This was the first time you'd ever seen his face. He had big, expressive eyebrows, gentle brown eyes with fluffy eyelashes, a long, straight nose, an auburn mustache, and Wolverine-esque facial hair. He pulled out his laptop and got to work. The book he'd picked out from the shelf looked to be the statistics textbook. I should've known.

His long fingers began typing away on his laptop, barely glancing at the textbook pages. Within fifteen minutes, he closed the book and leaned back in his chair, hands clasped behind his head. There's no way he's already done. I'm on the third question and I'm not sure I even answered the first two right, you thought. His eyes met yours and you quickly looked back at your screen, then squeezed your eyes shut. I really hope he didn't catch me staring.

"These are all wrong," you heard a voice from right behind you. Your eyes snapped open to reveal the man in the white shirt, which turned out to be a baseball jersey, leaning over you from behind. He had one hand gripping the back of your chair and one pointing at your screen. His laptop sat next to yours, and a bright green "100%" showed on his screen.

"I thought you were smart, what is this? You can't do math or something?" He stood up to full height, towering over you. His once-frantic expression turned into a mocking grin. Your eyes darted back and forth from the screen to his degrading look.

"You can't talk either, huh? Maybe you are just dumb," his strong arms gripped either side of your chair, turning you to face him.

"Look at me when I talk to you, stupid. Or do you not know how to do that either?" One of his hands left the chair and rested on the underside of your chin, tilting it up to meet his eyes. You tried to avoid eye contact at all costs. Why is he being such a jerk to me, you thought with tears in your eyes.

"Are you crying?" He said with a laugh. "No need for all that. Actually, save it for later. Come by my place at 9 tonight and I'll give you a little tutoring session." His left hand scribbled an address on an open notebook in front of you. He's a lefty, you thought. His right hand gripped your jaw harder as he threw your pen back on the table. "Don't be late."

He released your jaw and left the library, backpack in one hand, laptop in the other. His baseball jersey read "SCHLATT" with the number 4.

Later that night, you arrived at an apartment complex near campus, only a fifteen-minute walk from your dorm. You looked at your phone. 8:56. You nervously approached the apartment he had told written down; 414. You looked at your phone again. 8:59. You knocked on the door. The man from the library, who you could only assume had the last name "Schlatt," opened the door.

"Right on time. Come in." He stepped back and let you in, closing and locking the door behind you.

"Nice place," you practically whispered. He'd heard you though, and chuckled.

"Thanks. Been living here for a couple years. Got the hell out of the dorms as fast as I could. Now, let's see your laptop." He sat at his kitchen table, offering the seat next to him. You gingerly pulled out your laptop and textbook, laying them gently on his table. You opened your laptop, and the statistics questions still pulled up.

"Before we get started, I'm not doing this shit for free," Schlatt said, turning his body to face you.

"Oh! Of course not, here," you dug in your backpack for your wallet. You'd brought some cash you'd gotten from tutoring other kids. "I tutor some people too, I wouldn't wanna work for free either, I'm sorry-"

"I don't want your money, I clearly don't need it," he cut you off, gesturing to the spacious apartment.

"Then what do you want? I can tutor you in another class if you need it, kind of a trade deal?" You finally looked back up at him, making eye contact. His eyes looked different than they had at the library.

"Not quite. I want something different."

You looked at him with your big doe eyes, head cocked to the side, clearly confused.

"C'mon, you're a pretty girl, I'm a nice guy, what do you say?"

Your expression didn't change.

"Okay, I'll say it nice and clearly for you, okay? I forgot how dumb you are. I'll do this assignment for you if you blow me."

You'd heard that expression before but never learned what it meant. You were desperate to get an A in this class, though, so you agreed. "Um, yeah, of course," you nodded, big eyes still staring at him.

"Perfect. Get to it," Shlatt leaned back in his chair, similarly to how he'd done it at the library earlier that day.

"Can you, um, show me how to do it? I don't, uh," you muttered. It was foreign to you to not know something. Maybe you not understanding this math class messed with your brain somehow.

Schlatt opened his eyes and looked at you, dumbfounded. "You want me to do what? You don't know how to... Are you serious?" Schlatt leaned forward and clasped his hands together on his lap.

"No, I don't, um, I don't know what a 'blow me' is," you admitted, sheepishly. You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and looked down at your feet. Maybe I should go, this feels awkward now, you thought.

"I'll show you, c'mon." Schlatt closed the laptop and stood, motioning for you to follow him. You followed him down a hallway and into a bedroom. His bed was made up nicely and he had some artwork on the wall.

"The point is to make me feel good, understand?" He said while closing the door behind you.

"Make you feel good, yes sir," you said jokingly.

"Yeah, you can call me sir. That'll work," he growled while sitting on the edge of his bed. Your eyes grew wide at his reaction, and a warmness spread in your lower abdomen. You touched your stomach instinctively.

"Already feeling it, huh? That's what you're gonna do for me. Now, come here," he gestured in front of him, spreading his legs apart. You stood in between his outstretched knees, looking down at him.

He looked up at you. You swore his eyes looked darker than they were earlier.

"Get on your knees, that's it," he purred, palming himself over his sweatpants. You noticed a growing bulge in his pants and how he kept touching it, breathing in sharply at the contact. Your eyes filled with worry.

"Does that hurt? Are you okay?" You reached out and touched the bulge gently and felt it twitch in your hand. You jerked your hand back toward your chest, apologizing profusely.

"Y'know what, yeah, it does hurt. I need you to help me make it feel better, yeah?" Schlatt looked down at you in disbelief. He couldn't believe how naive you were, how innocent you were.

You nodded eagerly. You'd chosen health sciences as your major, this was something you could learn for the future, right? Treating a real-life injury - your mother would be so proud.

Schlatt's cock sprung free from his sweatpants. To you, it just looked red and swollen and was leaking a transparent white fluid - this was clearly a serious injury. You looked at his cock, feeling sorrow for the man in front of you.

"How can I help?" You asked, giving him puppy-dog eyes.

Holy shit, Schlatt thought. She's serious?! She's never seen a dick before? How homeschooled was this chick?! She looks so concerned.

"The first thing you do is touch it, like this," Schlatt instructed, slowly jerking himself off. "Just don't squeeze too hard, but be firm with it, yeah?"

You took his cock delicately in your hand, hearing him whimper under your touch.

"Fuck," he moaned, and you jerked your hand back. You didn't want to hurt him.

As if he read your mind, he groaned, "You're not hurting me, doll, just touch it, okay?"

You gingerly placed your hand back on his cock and stroked him like he'd shown you earlier. You watched his head fall back and he continued moaning. You kept a slow, steady pace as he instructed. His head rolled back to face you, his mouth agape. His eyes locked with yours.

"You wanted me to show you what 'blow me' means, right?"

You nodded, eager to help in any way. you could.

"Good girl, now, lick the tip of it for me."

The pet name gave you that same warm feeling from earlier. His moans had done the same. You ignored it and did your best to help him. You delicately stuck your tongue out and gave a tiny lick to the tip of his cock, which resulted in a shudder from him.

The fluid is kind of salty, you thought.

"Do another one, c'mon. Bigger this time."

You did as he instructed, earning a larger moan from him. This one sent that warm feeling further south on your body. You squeezed your thighs together.

Schlatt noticed you do this. "You like the sounds I make? It's all 'cause of you, y'know. You're making me feel good."

"Th-thank you Sir," you whimpered back to him, licking the tip of his cock again.

"Holy fuck, atta girl. Now, listen, I want you to suck on the whole thing. Try to get it all in your mouth, as much as you can."

You obliged, only getting halfway down his shaft before you gagged.

"Good girl, good girl. Don't overwork yourself. Now, just do the same kinda thing you did with your hand, but with your mouth. Lick it and stuff too while you do it," Schlatt moaned, one hand tangled in your hair, the other holding him up. You followed these instructions as best you could, but it was too much for you. You pulled off his cock, coughing, tears brimming your eyes. He looked down at you.

"That's okay, I wanna try something else. Stand up," he gave you one of his hands and helped you stand.

"Take your clothes off for me."

The way he said this was different - much more demanding than instructional.

You followed his orders, stripping off all of your clothes for him. Your face flushed with embarrassment.

"Good, now lay on the bed with your head hanging off the side."

You listened, doing as you were told. You closed your eyes since looking up at him wasn't possible from this angle. Suddenly, you felt a hard slap on your cheek. Your eyes flew open and you gasped, feeling Schlatt's cock enter your mouth. All you could see were his bare thighs and his balls as he roughly fucked your face. He gripped your throat with one hand and one of your breasts with the other, moaning loudly.

You'd never felt this sensation before, it hurt your throat, and you couldn't really breathe, but his large hands encapsulating your nipple sent shocks down to your core regardless. Your hands took hold of either one of his thighs. After a couple minutes of this, he pulled out of your throat and you coughed, your face red.

"Turn around and lay on your back, now," he panted, sweat making his hair stick to his face.

You followed his orders, and the two of you made eye contact again, him still towering over you.

"Schlatt," you said, voice shaking. "Is this helping you still? It seems like it's more red and swollen than it was before," you said, pointing down toward his cock.

"Wanna know how it's making me feel? It feels like this when you do what I say." Schlatt spat on your pussy, making you gasp. He took his left hand and slowly dragged his fingers up and down your already-soaking core.

He's a lefty, you remembered.

His fingers found your clit and circled it, sending jolts through your body. You moaned, loudly. You clamped your hand over your mouth again. His right hand pinned your arm down above you with ease.

"See how you're moaning like I was earlier? That's how you're making me feel. It's good, right?"

You whimpered and nodded your head in agreement. You'd never felt anything like this before. His movements were so precise and calculated. Calculated. You'd come over here needing help with math, and here you were, writhing around naked on the bed of a man whose name you weren't sure of.

Schlatt pushed two fingers into you and you moaned, his fingers expertly working their way inside of you, that warm feeling spreading across your abdomen.

"Look at me," Schlatt demanded. You looked up at him, mouth agape in pleasure. He spat in your open mouth. "Want you to look at me when I make you cum. This is really your first time doing this, huh?" You nodded, swallowing his saliva. He dove between your legs, tongue circling your clit, sending you over the edge. Your hands tugged his hair as you screamed out, trying as hard as you could to not break eye contact as you were told. Your legs shook and your body flailed around like a fish out of water. When you came back down, you looked at him with wide eyes.

"Wh-what was that?" You gestured to your pussy.

"That was an orgasm, and you're about to make me feel that good too. Stay still," he lined his cock up with your aching pussy and pushed the head in. The stretch made you ache, but after the gift he just gave you, you were willing to endure it.

"That's it, atta girl. Good, good, good slut, fuck," he moaned as he pushed the rest of his length in. You moaned as well, your hands reaching up to grab his hair again.

He looked down at you and paused for a moment, staring deeply into your eyes. Your soft pants and large eyes gave him a moment of weakness. You didn't even know what sex was, and here he was, stretching you out with his cock. The tiny gold cross on your neck was staring him in the face.

Fuck that, she's into it and so am I. It's hot that she's as innocent as she is, Schlatt thought to himself.

He started thrusting into you, the two of you moaning, never breaking eye contact. you pushed his hair back and wiped the sweat from his forehead, a gesture that meant nothing to you but was so endearing to him. He wanted to break you so badly.

Schlatt's thrusts sped up, his cock slamming into you. He pounded into you, making you cry with how overwhelming it all was. Watching you cry while still being so endearing to him, letting him do whatever he wanted to you while trusting you completely, just turned him on even more.

"Such a good girl for me, aren't you? You're daddy's good girl?" Schlatt grunted, still thrusting into you.

You brushed his hair out of his face again, moaning. "M' your good girl, only your good girl, Daddy."

Schlatt pulled out of you and jerked himself off until he came. He came all over your abdomen and chest, moaning while he did so.

You watched his cock lose its redness and the swelling go down until it lay soft against his left thigh. You grinned and sat up.

"I did it! The swelling's gone! Do you feel better?" You waited eagerly for his response.

"Yes, I feel a lot better. How, uh, how about you? You've never had that happen before, right?"

"Never. I really didn't know what was happening for a lot of it, so thank you for teaching me. It was fun!" You grinned, a drop of cum rolling down your cheek.

"Good, I'm glad. Let's get you cleaned up and I'll do your statistics homework for you."

He led you to his shower and let you clean yourself up. You opened the curtain when you were done and saw a towel and a tee shirt sitting on the counter.

You dried off, hanging the towel on a nearby rack, and putting on the Radiohead tee shirt. It was too big for you, but he was a large man.

You came out of the bathroom and didn't see Schlatt anywhere in his room. You opened the bedroom door and saw him shirtless, with the same sweatpants on from earlier, crouched over your laptop. You walked up to him and he pressed the submit button; a bright green "100%" showed on your screen.

"Thank you for doing that for me, I appreciate it," you said shyly.

"Don't worry about it. You kept up your end of the deal, I kept up mine," he said, dismissively. You were confused, his tone had changed drastically from earlier.

"Is everything okay?" You asked.

"Yeah, it's fine. Here's your stuff, just... don't tell anyone about this, okay? I don't want people knowing I fuck random girls for homework answers." You look at him, confused. Hadn't he been the one to ask you over? Maybe he was just a jerk after all.

"Don't worry, I won't say anything. Are you gonna teach me how to do the homework so I don't have to bother you anymore?" You asked coldly.

"You're never gonna use stats in your career, it's not worth learning," he stood up from the kitchen table.

"I have to pass tests and stuff too, y'know, you can't just do it all for me," you complained.

Schlatt gathered your things from around his apartment and handed them to you. "That's not my problem, is it? I get that nobody's ever explained a hook-up to you, but it's just sex and you leave. Nothing else. You know where the door is, I'll see you in class."

A hook-up.

This is the thing Jennifer was telling you about last year. How guys are mean and all they want is sex.

You took your things and stormed out of Schlatt's apartment, furious. How could you let yourself get caught up in something like that? He took advantage of your innocence! You've never been this upset before.

Why did you want more of it?

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nsfw a/n: inspired by this ask from @slmlk.. I have not been able to function correctly since reading it so I had to get it out of my system. also wrote this in a different writing style than I usually do, hope its still enjoyable!

Schlatt was a good guy. He knew it. He held doors open for people at the grocery store, he bought a man’s coffee because he forgot his wallet. That makes him a good person, right? He didn’t feel like a good person right now though. He felt dirty. Sat on a couch at a friend of a friend’s house party, he sees her. Across the room, his eyes land on the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Dancing with her friends, swinging her hips, as if she knew he was watching. Schlatt continues to sip his liquid courage while observing her from across the room. The tight red dress only made his black pants tighter. He knew he had to deal with this sooner rather than later. So why not now? Schlatt shakes the idea out of his head. He couldn’t possibly be having this thought right now. He looks around the room, and notices everyone in their own worlds, not paying attention to the other worlds around them. Screw it, he was going to do it. He moves his left hand over the bulge in his pants, lightly applying pressure, just to warm up to the fact he was going to masturbate in a room full of people. He lets out a low groan that can’t be heard over the blaring music. After some subtle groping, he grabs the pillow next to him and sets it on his lap, giving him a slight sense of security. Once the pillow is situated he takes his hand under his pants, feeling the wet patch on his boxers. He continues to grope himself while staring at her from across the room. The current song has her jumping, which is making Schlatt even more restless. Finally he reaches his hands into his boxers, grabbing the shaft of his cock. He begins to lightly stroke, while keeping his eyes on her and only her. Every move she made caused Schlatt’s hand to move faster and faster. More low moans escaping his mouth, followed by sharp inhales. He’s about to cum in a room full of strangers. That thought had pulled him further from his orgasm, until his mind refocused on his prize. He strokes faster and harder than before. Then all at once it hit him. The orgasm takes over his body, and in that moment he forgot he was in a room of people. To him he was in pure bliss. After coming down from the high, He adjusts himself and heads to the bathroom to clean up.

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Sorry I’m a little late but I would love to see a part 2 to the bully fic, part 1 was awesome.

love your writing<3

The moment we have all been waiting for.... Bully/Jock!Schlatt part 2, the squeakual, hope you guys enjoy this one as much as the last one. I have a third part 2/3rds of the way written with a full full smut scene and minor angst teehee but I wanted to get this out to y'all asap,,, anyway enjoy!!

my friend who wanted to be tagged: @toesforhoesbros

The following afternoon came slowly, your nerves making the time seem to drag. You put on the jersey Schlatt gave you and left for the field. When you got there, you told the ticketer your name, and he handed you a pass. “Show this to the security guard inside. He’ll walk you to where you need to go.” You thank him and move into the arena. You find a security guard rather quickly and he walks you down the stairs to some reserved sears behind the dugout.

“Hi!” a perky voice says from beside you. The voice comes from a pretty blonde girl who is wearing a similar jersey to the one you are wearing. “My name is Ash. I’ve never seen you here before.” You shake your head.

“Nope, first time here.” Ash just laughs and gestures for you to sit next to her. You do.

“My boyfriend is number 22, his name is Zach.” She leans so you can see the 22 and Carlton across the back. “Which one is yours?” You laugh nervously. “None of them?” Ash gives you a confused look.

“What do you mean ‘none of them’,” she air quotes. “You’re on girlfriend row. One’s gotta be yours.” You blush as you remember Schlatt’s hesitation when he mentioned the section you would sit in. “Who’s on your jersey then?” Ash touches your shoulder to get a look at your back. She laughs, and doesn’t stop. “The baby of the team, how cute.” She stands up and bangs on the dugout. This causes Zach to look up towards her. He runs to meet her at the net.

“This is Schlatt’s ‘not-girlfriend-even-though-she’s-sitting-here-wearing-his-jersey-girlfriend’!” You blush as she introduces you.

“No, no. It’s not like that. The guy barley put up with me!” You try to defend. Zach only laughs.

“Well, not girlfriend,” he starts. “Looks like he has some explaining to do, then.” He smiles and blows a kiss towards Ash before going into the dugout. Ash looks at your dumbfounded face and cackles. She pulls you into her side. “I have a feeling I’m going to be seeing a lot more of you.” She giggles, then points out into the field. “Schlatt is in the outfield, warming up.” Your cheeks get warm as you look towards him.

He’s far out, but you can see how the uniform fits him perfectly; the pants tight against his thighs, his short sleeve jersey showing how his biceps as he throws the ball.

“Yeah,” Ash starts. “The uniform does wonders for the boys.” She leans in closer. “Especially their asses, I mean whew.” Suddenly, the cement under your feet is way more interesting than the field in front of you. Ash just cackles again.

You hear a yell from the dugout and all the players from your school move back in towards it. Schlatt runs in field and spots you. He smiles, then sees Ash and it drops as his cheeks go pink. Ash nudges you and indicator that she saw what just happened. You went to say a smart remark but as you started too, the announcer started calling out the lineups. The game was starting.

As the ninth inning winds down, your school’s team is one behind. Schlatt is up to bat. If he doesn’t hit the ball enough for at least the man on third base to get it home, the game is over. The pitcher opposite of Schlatt wipes the sweat off of his forehead, and Schlatt grips the bat harder. The pitcher winds. A clank echoes through the stadium. Schlatt hit the baseball and its moving high and fast towards the outfield. Ash and you grab each other’s arm, the tension in the stadium is thick. Schlatt runs and all the other men on the field do, too. Then the ball goes over the fence and the entire stadium erupts. The first home run of the season. Four full points to your school’s team, four winning points to your school’s team.

Ash and you yell as the announcers yell home run and all the boys make it to home plate. Schlatt looks up at you as you pass it and you and Ash cheer louder.

“Come on!” Ash says, grabbing your hand and begins leading you.

“Where are we going?” You ask as she weaves you in and out of leaving guests.

“The lobby.” She answers plainly, as if that would answer your question. Ash opened a door to a quiet hallway with seats that lined the walls. “The players come out of that door after they shower and get changed.” You looked at the door. She took your hand and pulled you down to a seat next to her.

“Look, obviously there is something between you and Schlatt. I’ve known him for almost three years now. And he’s never brought a girl here.” You felt embarrassment flood your veins. You went to say something as you heard footsteps from the other side of the door. The door opened and a few of the guys from the team, including Zach, walked out. Ash stood up and ran into his arms.

“Hey,” he said, wobbling to you as Ash hadn’t let go yet. “Nice to see you on the other side of the net.” You waved and congratulated him on the game. “Not me,” he laughed. “That was your not-boyfriend who won.” The wave of embarrassment came back again. Schlatt walked in at that same moment. “Speak of the devil!” Zach yelled.

“We should leave,” Ash said as you and Schlatt looked at each other. Zach nodded.

“Hi,” Schlatt said.

“Hi,” you responded. “That last swing was great. Congrats.” Schlatt blushed and chuckled.

“Thank you.” You both just stood in the hallway, looking at each other. “Thank you for coming, by the way.” His voice was quiet and genuine. You smiled at his sudden timidness.

“Well, you gave me a jersey and a free ticket. I couldn’t have not.” You smile up at him.

“Uh,” He stutters. “Do you need a ride?”

“Yeah,” You hesitate. “If that’s alright with you.” “I asked dumbass, come on.” Schlatt and you began walking out to his car. He unlocks the car, putting his stuff in the back seat. You reach to open your door and he yells. “What are you doing?” You say, startled by his sudden yelling. He runs to the passenger side of the door and opens it for you.

“I might be an asshole.” He leans on the door as you get in. “But I am a gentleman.” He closes the door after winking at you, then begins his walk to the driver’s side. While he can’t see it, you take a shaky breath. You quickly realized the mistake as the car smells just like him, and it makes you dizzy with a feeling you can’t label. Schlatt opens the driver's door and climbs in. He starts up his car but stops before he puts it in reverse.

“Do you want to get dinner with me?” His gaze is pleading, the same as when the professor asked you to tutor him. Except now, it was hopeful too.

“I’d love to.”

“You’d love to?” His voice is soft, but his gaze is intense. You nod, not confident your voice would be anything but a breathy agreement. He smiles wide and genuine, and your heart soars. You’ve never seen a smile like that from Schlatt, but you would do anything to make him do it over and over again.

Schlatt takes you to his favorite restaurant near campus, a small chicken wing place. He swore by the food. By the time the waiter had come with the check, both of your plates were entirely clean. You offered to help with the check, but he simply called you an idiot and handed the waiter his card. Dinner was full of laughs and Schlatt’s wide and full smile. The walk back to his car was slow, both of you wanting to put off the inevitable end of the night. When you get to the car, Schlatt once again opens the door for you, but this time offers you his hand as you step into the car. For balance. You try to rationalize with yourself.

Schlatt closes the door behind you and enters his side. He starts the car and his music floods the car. You can see the lights of the city shimmer through his windshield. The entire feels like magic.

“Do you want to get together tomorrow?” Schlatt asks you breaking the soft quiet and you feel your insides flutter. You look over towards him. He is watching his hands grip the steering wheel.

“You really can’t get rid of me.” You say smirking. Schlatt chuckles.

“As much as that is the truth, I also have some ideas for the professor’s project.” He looks over at you and leans on the middle console, his face coming within inches of yours. “And I would enjoy my tutors’ professional opinions.” He whispers. You glance down at his lips, unable to stop yourself as he speaks. When he finishes speaking, you look at his eyes, which are now watching your lips.

“That, uh,” You clear your throat and look through the windshield. “That sounds great.” Schlatt sighs lightly before shifting in his seat. He asks where you live and you tell him. You feel yourself cringe at how awkward the atmosphere has become. You try to talk a few times, but it never feels like the right moment or the right thing to say. He pulls in front of your place. You get out of the car and Schlatt does too. You look at him confused, and he smirks.

“I’m walking you to your door, least I can do for keeping you so late.” You smile and begin the walk towards your door.

When you finally get there, you hesitate before putting your key in the door, and turn to face Schlatt.

“Thank you again for tonight, today really. Iit’s been so,” You breathe in. “So wonderful.” Schlatt smiles at you but says nothing. “The game invite was more than enough, but then the jersey.” You continue needing to fill the silence. “Then you winning the game, which was amazing, and dinner and-” His lips on yours cut you off. The softness of his lips is contradicted by the slight scratch of his scruff against your face. You kiss back as soon as you understand what is happening, but he still pulls away too quickly.

“Sorry,” He licks his lips. “I just really, really wanted to kiss you.” You smile and pull him back to your lips. He kisses you back. This time, though, the both of you are confident. He grabs your waist and uses your gasp to let his tongue enter your mouth. The kiss becomes a fight for dominance mixed with clashing teeth. Your screaming lungs force you to pull away, and the both of you pant, catching your breaths.

“Do you want to come in?” You ask and he takes a sharp breath.

“That-” He kisses you again, gentler but still passionate. “That’s’ not why I kissed you.” You glanced up at him and smiled.

“I know.” He kisses you again, weighing his options.

“As much as I want to,” He said, grabbing the side of your face, forcing you to look at him. “I want to take you on a proper date. I told you; I’m a gentleman.”

“Well gentleman Schlatt,” He laughs at the name. “I will see you tomorrow.” You turned to put the key into the door, but he stopped you.

“Do you think I could have your number? That way we can actually plan tomorrow, and that date?” It was your turn to laugh, but you gave him your number and finally opened your door. As you entered, he turned away, but you called out to him.

“Will you text when you get home?” He smiles and nods and says goodnight before walking to his car.

You lean against the door and touch your lips that are swollen from Schlatt’s own. As you get ready for bed, your phone beeps.

Unknown Number: It’s Schlatt, I just got home.

You smile and type your reply

You: Thanks for letting me know. Thank you again for tonight.

Schlatt: It’s really not a problem, I enjoyed myself too, a lot.

Schlatt: As for tomorrow, the library is open on Sunday and it’s usually empty. We could meet there like usual?

You: That sounds like a plan, same time as usual?

Schlatt: Would noon work? I want to spend more than just an hour with you… Even if it is just doing history.

You: Noon sounds perfect. I’ll see you then. Goodnight :)

Schlatt: Goodnight Y/n

You’re in bed by the time Schlatt sends his last message and you can’t help but laugh and smile widely as your heart flutters.

The next morning, as you get ready, you can’t help but get a little more done up than you usually would. Figuring a skirt would help you look cute while also combatting the heat, nothing if not at least practical.

As you walked into the library, Schlatt was nowhere to be seen. You texted him, wondering where he was.

Schlatt: Walk towards the study rooms. I’m back in a corner. Was weirdly crowded earlier, the only seat I could find.

You followed Schlatt’s instructions, and you spotted him in a back corner hidden by bookshelves. He saw you at the same time and his eyes drifted down towards the skirt, watching your legs as you moved towards him. Maybe a valid third reason for the skirt, you thought to yourself.

“Dressed to impress, are we?” He asks as you sit across from him.

“Don’t know. Are you impressed?” Schlatt seems awestruck at your comment, flushing before nodding. You smirk. “What’s your project ideas?” Schlatt clears his throat.

“I was thinking I would do it on the effects of computer history both when they first came around and now.” His voice was soft, shy almost.

“I think,” you started. “That is a fantastic idea!” “Really?” “I was half expecting you to do something about baseball.” You admitted, and Schlatt laughed lightly.

“I thought about it, but I hate being predicable.” He smiled, and you reflected the look. “Do you want to come look?” You nodded and moved next to him to see his laptop. Schlatt lightly groaned as you sat next to him. You looked at him, worried.

“Everything okay?” He nods, embarrassed that the noise actually came out of him.

“Yeah, you just smell really nice.” It was now your turn to be embarrassed.

“Thank you,” you squeaked, putting your focus on the screen in front of you. Schlatt, however, grabbed your jaw, turning you to face him and kissed you. As he pulled away, he smirked at your fluttering eyelashes.

“Now,” he said, pulling up his presentation. “Time for history.” You nodded and focused in on his presentation. You started reading what he had done. And you felt his breath close to your neck.

“Schlatt,” you stuttered. “What are you doing?” he shushed you.

“Focus on history, sweetheart.” You took in a shaky breath as you tried to force yourself to focus back on his presentation. He kissed your neck and you couldn’t help the light whimper that left your throat. You could feel his smirk against your neck.

“When did you do all of this?” he kissed your neck again before moving back slightly.

“Last night when I got home.” His whispered words fanned across the skin of your neck. “I had to distract myself from thinking of certain propositions given to me last night.” You felt your neck get hot as the thought of your door way flashed in your mind.

“And here I thought I pushed too far.” You whispered. Schlatt shook his head. His hand fell to your knee, and you took a sharp breath in.

“Is this okay?”

“Schlatt, we’re in a library.”

“Y/n,” he said lowly, and a shiver went down your spine as he said your name. “I asked if this was okay, not where we are, my pretty thing.” The nickname made you close your eyes and subconsciously your thighs tightened together. Schlatt chuckled and his hand gripped your knee a little tighter. “As much as I take that as a good sign,” he moves up towards your ear before whispering. “I want to hear you say it.” You swallow even though your throat is dry.

“Yes,” you whisper after scanning the area around you for people. His hand moves further up your thigh.

“There’s no one back here.” His hand moves under your thigh before picking it up and draping it over his. “As long as you stay quiet.” He continues. With your thigh draped over his, he has better access further up your leg. “Come on, baby, keep reading.” His fingers trace circles on the inside of your thigh. Close enough to your heat that you're sure he can feel in on his hand. His hand grazes over your underwear and your breath hitches and your eyes close. “Sweetheart focus, I would hate to have to stop now.” You whimper and he shushes you lightly. “Maybe reading at loud would help keep your focus.” You inhale deeply.

“S-since the 1940s, computer engineers have followed.” His finger tips grazed over your clit through your underwear and you stuttered.

“F-f-followed,” Schlatt mocked, “I know you can read better than that.” Clenched around nothing at his mean words, and he pressed his fingertips harder into you. “Keep going.”

“Followed Moore’s law, which is the theory that computer switches halve in size every two years.” His fingers pushed your underwear to one side, feeling the wet that has pooled there and dragging his finger from your slit before lightly circling your clit.

“Take them off.” He whispered as you finished the slide. You stared at him wide eyed. He dragged his finger down, then up again to emphasise his point. “Stop being dumb. Take them off.” You nodded, removing your thigh from his, and moving your shaky hands up under your skirt before pulling down your underwear. He held out his hand, and you gave them to him, and he smirked before whispering, “Good girl.” Schlatt grabbed your thigh, moving it back to where it was before moving his hand back between your thighs. His hand hovered over your heat but not touching it. You looked at him, waiting for him to move, but he didn’t.

You looked back at his PowerPoint and began reading again. As you read, his hand moved. His finger dipped down before entering slowly. You did your best to keep your voice steady as his finger slowly pushed in and out of you. Each time he did, his finger curled in and out. As you finished another slide with no mistakes, he added another finger. The stretch stinging but was quickly soothed by how good he felt. As another slide finished, he used his thumb to circle your clit. The mix of his finger going in and out of you, matching the pressure against your sweet spot, was almost too much.

“S-Schlatt-”

“I know, pretty girl, you can do it.”

“In the 1920s, Nazi Germany transmitted secret messages.” His thumb sped up as he felt you clench around his fingers. “Alan Turing developed a computer machine to help decipher these messages,” your voice became higher pitched and airy as you got closer and closer to your edge. “This led to the development of the Turing Test, which tests a computer’s intelligence by asking it different question, it passes if the response can’t be distinguished from a human.” As you finished, Schlatt whispered in your ear.

“Let go, pretty girl.” As the words left his mouth, you felt your orgasim flood your veins. You put your hand over your mouth to stop the loud moan that wanted to escape. Schlatt panted lightly as he watched you fall apart. He pumped his fingers in you a few more times as you came back down. Removing his fingers from you, Schlatt popped them into his mouth, cleaning them off.

“How was it?” He asked, and you took a deep breath.

“Really good,” he smirked.

“I mean the PowerPoint.” you give him an embarrassed smile.

“Still the same answer.” You leaned up and kissed him, using your own hand to slide up his thigh. As you reached to touch his, what you could only assume was a painfully hard cock. Your phone alarm went off.

His head fell back and he let out a frustrated groan. He sat up and kissed you before standing up. You laughed at the tent in his sweatpants and he flushed, pulling his sweatshirt down as much as he could to cover it. He pulled his backpack on and walked out before coming back to kiss you one more time.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, doll.” You bite your lip and nod. You watch him leave before going to pack up your own things. As your still damp thighs meet, you remember.

That fucker still has my underwear.

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