No fucking joke, I was offered 4 days of film-set marshalling and I told him I was unavailable for one of the days but I could cancel. And he told me heâd potentially found someone else.
I reblogged this.
And not 20 mins later, he came back to me and said if I really want it, let him know now. So fuck. Wow.
âŠ..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment
likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like.Â
âI accidentally sent you a playlist of love songsâ
Paring †( Jisung x Reader)
Word Count: 660
It all started with a Spotify notification.
Y/N blinked at her phone as the banner popped up at the top of her screen.
âJisung shared a playlist with you: âY/Nââ
She tapped it out of curiosity. The cover image was soft pink with a blurry candid of herâone heâd taken a few weeks ago when she wasnât paying attention, laughing at something dumb heâd said.
Heart fluttering, she opened the playlist.
And froze.
Track 1: Crush
Track 2: Canât Take My Eyes Off You
Track 3: Talk You Down
Track 4: I Like Me Better
Track 5: Falling for You
There were twenty-eight songs total. Every single one was about falling, longing, confessing. Some were soft and slow, others upbeat and giddy. But every lyricâevery single lyricâread like a love letter.
To her.
She stared at the screen, heat rising to her cheeks. Was this a joke?
But before she could even begin to make sense of it, her phone buzzed again.
[Jisung: 7:06PM]
DO NOT OPEN THAT PLAYLIST I SENT YOU BY ACCIDENT I BEG U
[Jisung: 7:06PM]
I MEANT TO SEND THAT TO A FRIEND FOR ADVICE NOT YOU IâM PANICKING
[Jisung: 7:07PM]
I MEAN NOT LIKE THAT I MEAN YES LIKE THAT BUT NOT ON PURPOSE IâM GOING TO DELETE MY LIFE
She tried not to laugh, but a snort escaped. She bit her lip and messaged back.
[You: 7:08PM]
So⊠you have a playlist about me?
[Jisung: 7:08PM]
Itâs not ABOUT you I mean yes it IS about you but I didnât mean for you to see it
[Jisung: 7:08PM]
Can I offer you a song in this trying time???
[ You: 7:09PM]
You already did. 28 of them, actually.
There was a pause. A long one. And thenâ
[Jisung: 7:11PM]
âŠDid you like it?
[Jisung: 7:11PM]
I mean if weâre past the point of me pretending itâs not a big deal. Which clearly we are.
Y/N bit her lip, then slowly typed.
[You: 7:13PM]
Iâve already played it twice. Favorite one is #12. I didnât know you liked that kind of soft stuff.
[Jisung: 7:13PM]
I only do when I think about you.
That one hit her in the chest.
Another ping.
[Jisung: 7:14PM]
If I officially asked you out, would you say yes? Or would I need to make a sad playlist next?
[You: 7:15PM]
Youâd better make a happy one. Youâre taking me out.
Three dots blinked.
[Jisung: 7:16PM]
Okay but now I have to make ANOTHER playlist titled âMy Girlfriend Y/Nâ and itâs going to be 100 songs minimum. You brought this upon yourself.
[You: 7:16PM]
I expect nothing less. You dramatic little sap.
That night, Jisung sent her a new playlist.
Title: âMy Girlfriend Y/N â
Cover: A selfie of the two of them from earlier that day, her head resting on his shoulder.
If only if only the woodpecker sighs the bark on the tree was as soft as the sky why the wolf waits below hungry and lonely he cries to the moon if only if only
One time I didnât and I was broke for like a month but the next time I seen it I rebloged it and a bitch just got 500 out the blue and a 20 gift card
âWhat's that color forming around your eyes?
Waltz, my lover, tell me that it's alright
Just another, before you go away
Oh, My Lover
Why don't you just say my name?â
a 90âs inspired Steddie x Reader series
written by Drac
âHeeere, kitty, kittyâŠâ
Besides their shared taste of black coffee and luxurious lifestyles, what else could the newly crowned prince of heavy metal and the reluctant heir to a respected law firm have in common? Why, YOU, of course!
Youâre Kat. (Or really, Kat is a nom de guerre -your pseudonym in the ever-changing urban art scene.) It all started two years ago when one of your otherworldly abstract paintings caught the eye of Eddie Munson -now you're his favorite girl to see whenever heâs passing through the city. Alas, waiting for your prince to return from his World Tour lead to weeks spent holed up in your studio staring at blank canvases, totally uninspired. Thankfully you have friends who noticed this self-imposed isolation, so to get you out of the house, they set you up on a blind date at your favorite bar⊠only to have you be stood up! But wait- Didn't they mention that your date was named Scott? So who the hell is Steve Harrington and why is he asking you "How much for the whole night?" As boredom and cocktail-induced impulsive behavior have you looking for fast love, you give him a cat's wink and tell him your name's Cherry. (Yes, again with your tendency for fake names, but isnât it more fun this way? You know itâs wrong to lie but it feels safe hiding away the real you.) Arenât using all of these names confusing? Well, how do you think Steve felt after meeting up with an important client the next day to see right under their hooked arm was your pretty face! One would think that with the other eight-million people in this city, the three of you wouldnât be in this mess youâre in. Though still, you continue on, running through the city, exchanging secret sweet nothings on the train, whispering sensual mischief into the otherâs ear. Your art absolutely flourishes from the help of your two muses. Surely with all these newfound feelings and inspiration filling up your portfolio, itâll be enough for that long-time dream of applying to a certain residency programâŠÂ in Italy.
Warnings: 18+ mature content (minors dni) Rockstar!Eddie, Lawyer!Steve, Artist!Reader, heavily romanticized NYC, open relationships, smut, angst, jealousy, smoking, drug use, alcoholism/sobriety, pregnancy scare, hurt/comfort, doubts of polyamory, Eddie grows a beard, eventual mmf threesome
Warnings: Mafia Gangster Eddie/ Officer (Slightly Mean) Steve/ Fem Doctor Reader, SMUT, dirty talk, degrading (lightly), choking, spanking, Slight FLUFF, they like her
ANGST: Obviously (and not just cause I'm me), Boys interrogate Andrew (mentions of punching him and making him bleed, stabbing his hand), mentions of shootings, mentions of Child Abuse (definitely trigger warning), Eddie talks about an incident with his father that lead to him "getting his ass beat", mentions of Andrews abuse upbringing. Eddie talks about his fears of having another partner brought into his particular life style. Steve get a little short with the reader in the beginning but he apologizes. Cliffhanger ending again because I can :)
Word Count: 6818
âNot if we shoot you first.â
At Eddieâs words, you cocked the gun and pulled the trigger.
The man in front of you screamed in pain as Steve grabbed his arm and pried the weapon from his hand, shoving him to the ground. He hastily passed it to the gangster before stepping over the person you had just shot in the shoulder.
âY/N, give me that.â The adrenaline and fear of what you just did coursed through you as your hands shook. You knew he was speaking but you couldnât understand a word. âY/N! GIVE ME THE GUN NOW!â
A heavy exhale left his lips as you pointed the weapon at him causing him to pause as he held his hands up once again.Â
âHoney, everythingâs ok. Hey, look at me. No. Donât look at him. Focus on me, baby.â, Steve cooed as your eyes constantly flicked to the gangster in pain and bleeding on your living room floor. âIâm sorry I shouted. Iâm not angry with you and neither is Eddie. Right, Ed?â
âThatâs right, sweetheart.â
âSee? You did good, baby girl. Now, remember what we said about letting us take control?â Tears began to stream down your cheeks as you nodded eliciting a soft smile from him. âGood. Thatâs good. Can you let us take care of this for you? Can you give me my gun, Y/N?â
Slowly, he inched closer to you, extending one of his hands as he continued to whisper praise.
âGood. Good, baby. Youâre so brave. Iâm going to grab the gun now, ok?âÂ
You nod your head a bit to aggressively and once again he smiles as he reaches for his weapon. After gradually removing it from your grip, Steve yanks you to him as he firmly presses your face into his chest.
âEverythingâs going to be ok, Y/N. I promise. Stay right here with Ed and Iâm going to grab my radio real quick just to make sure no one calls in the noise. Iâll be right back, ok?â, he instructed, running down the hallway once you confirmed.Â
âHey. How did you know where we were?â, Eddie growled from his place on his heels beside the other man. When he didnât respond, he roughly grabbed his collar and tugged him upright. âAnswer me.â
Andrew spit in the gangsterâs face and he threw him back down, kicking him in the stomach for good measure.Â
âAlright, hereâs some pants, honey. I want you to get dressed and put on some shoes. Youâre coming with us.â
âWe should take her to my loft. The boys and I can watch out for her till we get all this resolved.â
âAm I not safe?â
Both sets of eyes turned to glance your way at your question and before they said a word you knew the answer.Â
âDefinitely not now after you shot one of Jasonâs men.â, Andrew laughed sarcastically. âAs soon as he finds out, heâs going to send people to rip you apart, you fucking whore!â
Steve stepped towards him, pressing his foot against the bullet wound making the man howl in pain.
âShut. Up.â After his last word, the officer punched him in the face so hard it knocked the man out. âY/N, come on. I need you to focus! Put these on and grab your shoesââ
You palm collided with his cheek hard and Eddie hastily placed himself between you two.
âThis is all your fault! I told you I never wanted to see either of you again!â
âOh, Iâm sorry. I didnât hear you protesting last night!â
âFuck you, Steven!â
âYou donât get to fucking call me by my name like that, little girl. You will show me the respect I fucking deserve!â
 âHEY!â, Eddie bellowed, silencing you both. âSteve, grab this asshole and put him in the trunk of your cruiser. Weâll interrogate him in my building. Do you think you can manage that?â
With his eyes never leaving your own, he nodded before turning to do what the gangster commanded. Once the officer was out of sight, he faced you, gaze and tone equally as intense.Â
âPut on your clothes and pack anything you may need for the next couple of days. After we find out how he knew where we were and make sure itâs safe, you can come back home.â When you started to protest, his eyes darkened to a level that told you it was time to listen. âThis isnât a negotiation. Youâre coming with us. Now, weâll be leaving in 15 minutes whether you have a bag or not so I would stop wasting time and do as we say. Do I make myself clear?â
Scoffing in annoyance, you begin to head towards your bedroom to pack but a ringed hand abruptly grabbed your bicep holding you in place.Â
âI said do I make myself clear? I donât like being ignored.â
âAnd I donât like random gangsters breaking into my apartment.â, you sass.Â
His eyes continued to bore into yours as his grip remained steadfast; neither of you willing to back down.Â
âThis is the second time in two days youâve saved my life.â Eddieâs sentence threw you off guard as a shaky, nervous breath escaped your lips at his change in tone. âIâd like to return the favor by saving yours.â Releasing his hold on you, you gave him one final glance before running to your bedroom.
***
The Munson gang ran an entire area of Hawkins but the head himself had an entire building dedicated to him and his business. It was common knowledge that this was a place meant for certain people for certain reasons but rumors around town said police could never get a warrant or find anything incriminating to seize it and arrest people inside.Â
âStay by me and donât say a word.â, Eddie commanded, flashing you a comforting smile when you nodded.Â
Steve parked his cruiser around back, taking a side entrance so no one would see him going in, let alone with one of the rival gangâs men over his shoulder.
As you entered through the front door, the gangsterâs entire demeanor shifted into a more authoritative one as he stood up as straight as he could and hardened his features.Â
âHey, Mr. Munson. We were really worried about you.â, a doorman greeted at the front desk.Â
âIâm fine, Marcus. No reason to worry. Iâm going to my loft; can you make sure no one bothers me? I donât care if itâs the fucking mayor. Tell âem Edward Munson is busy.â
âYes, sir.â
You watch with wide eyes as he motions for a man in a security uniform with his finger and whispers something you canât hear into his ear. As you both stroll towards the elevator, a bunch of men run past you and exchange words with the man before disappearing from your view.Â
As the doors close, Eddie pushes the top floor button, noticing your eyes scan the other floors.Â
âThese two floors are for men that work for me. Most of them are people who canât afford homes or a place to stay so I set them up here. This one is for the kids and people to relax. Thereâs a pool there and a bar for everyone to have a good time. In this job you need to know when to let go and let your hair down.â, he smiles softly as he continues. âThe floor above that is where we keep supplies and do planning if we need to. I have an office there as well that I work from when meeting with partners and things like that. And thisâŠâÂ
The elevator door dings as it opens to a small hallway leading to a door that the man opens and gestures for you to enter.Â
âThank you, sweetheart. Definitely a step up from a trailer.â
Steve banged the front door open as he wrestled with the man in his grip and tossed him roughly to the floor.Â
âHe was awake when I opened my trunk.â, he grunted in frustration as he headed towards the dining room table to grab a chair.Â
âY/N, why donât you put your stuff on the couch and go to that fourth floor I mentioned. Thereâs a kitchen and you canââ
âIâd like to stayâŠpleaseâŠâ
Eddieâs eyes scanned you carefully as he delicately took hold of both your arms.Â
âPretty girl, whatâs about to happen isnât going to be pleasant. Youâve already dealt with and seen enough these past few days.â
âIâve seen a lot most of life.â, you breathily chuckle. âEspecially in my field. I justâŠthis involves me to and I want to know how worried I should be. PlusâŠâ, you glance towards the officer who was tying the rival gangster to his seat. âIâm scared and I feel like the safest place for me to be is next to you two. You promised me thatâŠthat youâd keep me safe.â, you whisper.
After pushing some of your hair behind your ear, he kissed your forehead before heading towards a closet off to the side. As Steve backed away from Andrew, it was just then that you noticed his chest was bare except for his holster making you salivate at how delicious he genuinely looked. The sound of his throat clearing brought you back to reality when your eyes landed his smirking face.
âCaught you.â
âI was, um, I was looking at your absââ
âI bet you were.â
âAt your bruises, officer.â His grin grew as he placed himself in front of you. âYouâre going to aggravate your wounds if you keep doing things like this.â
âDoing what? Lifting people over my shoulder?â His strong palms take hold of your hips, picking you up, and placing you on the kitchen counter nearby. âI think Iâll be ok. Look, IâmâŠIâm sorry I was short with you back there. What you did was incredibly brave.â
âI forgive you. Iâm sorry I smacked you.â, you murmur as you cup his face causing Steve to sigh happily as his eyes fluttered shut.Â
âAre you sure you want to be here for this, honey? Itâs not just what weâre about to do to this man but who we have to become.â
His eyebrows raise in surprise when he feels your lips softly connect with his own before his eyes open again to meet yours.Â
âI want to see it.â
Nodding, he removes his holster and places it beside you just as Eddie comes up beside him, handing him some brass knuckles.
âI want you to know, Y/N, that what you are about to see is NEVER a way we would talk to or treat you. You never have a reason to be afraid of us.â
Eddieâs tone was a mixture of soft but strong as if he desperately needed you to understand this. It made you wonder if past relationships they had been in especially himself were scared away by the behavior they were about to display. Or maybe this particular man had experienced behavior like this on himself from someone he trusted.Â
Again, you werenât sure what it was about these men but you trusted them when they said this even reaching for the gangsterâs face and kissing his lips.Â
Flashing one last comforting smile, you watched as their faces slowly fell, their eyes darkening as they slipped into a particular headspace and turned around to face the unlucky man tied to the chair.Â
***
âYou know, I think itâs funnyâŠthat you two keep lying to this womanâŠyou and I both know you canât keep her safe.â, Andrew chuckles as he throws his head back to glare up at them. âYou couldnât even keep him safe!â, he sasses as his eyes gesture towards Steve.
They both smile at each other and Eddie places his hands on his knees as he dips his head into the manâs eyeline.Â
âHow did you know where we were?â
âLucky guess?â
You jumped as Steveâs fist flew, hitting the gangster in the face so hard that blood flew from his lips.
âI always find it funny myself that Jason keeps men like you around who have zero insight whatsoever.â As Eddie spoke the officer continued to deliver blows to different parts of Andrewâs body. âBecause if you did, youâd realize how much trouble youâre actually in.â
âFuckâŠyouâŠâ
âHow did you know where we were?â
Another witty retort, another punch delivered. They went around like this for a while with both men getting nowhere. As your eyes scanned the rival gangster, you noticed even with considerable amount of damage he received, he didnât seem to be phased at all. While this lifestyle was rough and Andrew had probably been punched many times there was no way he could still be as cognitive as he was.
 âWere you beat up a lot as a kid?â Your voice cut through the chaos as all the men glanced your way. âSince you were a child, maybe?âÂ
Steveâs eyes scanned the bleeding man as his jaw clenched and he tried to sit up straighter. He had seen this before many times in interrogations. You were on to something.
âH-Hurting him like this wonât get through to him. He should be at the very least passed out by now but itâs kind of like a built-up tolerance. Heâs been through this already and since heâs still so young⊠I would assume either he was bulliedââ
âWhich wouldnât be the case, would it, Mr. Jock-Iâm-Best-Friends-with-a-Prom-King?â, the cop teased.Â
ââŠOr he grew up with it in his house.âÂ
Eddieâs gaze shifted from you back to Andrew as he folded his arms and waited for a response.
âWell look at that, Andy. It looks like you and I have some things in common.â
The gangster casually reached into his pocket and flipped open his switch blade eliciting a small whine from you at the action as the veins in arm flexed while holding it to the manâs throat. Why was that so fucking hot?
âYour father was a businessman if Iâm not mistaken, just like my friend here.â, he muses as he pats Steveâs shoulder. âFrom the stories Iâve heard from him, Iâm not surprised your dad was an asshole. Me on the other hand, I had the head of a mafia corporation as a parent. Trust me, Al definitely knew how to teach me and my mom a lesson.â The knife he was holding gradually traveled down Andrewâs chest to his stomach.Â
âOne day while he was at work, I stole a pack of cigarettes from his nightstand thinking with how much that man smokes heâd never notice. Joke was on me because when he got home, he dragged me out of bed and threatened to cut off my fingers if I didnât tell him the truth.â
Abruptly, Eddie slams the blade into the manâs hand making him scream before Steve covered his mouth.Â
âI told him what he wanted to hear and fucker still beat my ass.â, he laughs sarcastically. âHow did you know where we were.â When all Andrew did was cry and whine, he twisted the knife causing him more pain.Â
âI followed you! I fucking followed Steve from the station! Goddamn it!â
âDid you tell Jason where you were going?â
âNO! The last time I called him was as this fucking dumbass left! Jason told me, to grab you and kill Steve if he got in the way! I didnât even know anyone else was in the apartment! If I had I would have fucking taken her out.â, he spat through gritted teeth. âJason doesnât care about your fucking whores, you fucking dick!â
As Andrew kept shouting obscenities, Eddie slowly moved till he was standing directly in front of you and his fingers reached out to caress your cheek.Â
âBut, oh, just you wait! Because when I tell him what happened, heâs going to torture them both in front of you so you can watch them fucking suffer! Sweetheart, I donât know what these assholes promised you but I assure you aligning yourself with them is the biggest mistake youâll ever making make!â
âClose your eyes, baby.â
As soon as you do what he says, you squeak and cover your ears as the deafening sound of a gun rings loud through the room.Â
âDonât open them until one of us says, ok?â
You nod as you listen to them move quickly around you. Eddie makes a phone call to a couple of his men and murmurs instructions to them when they come up to his home. Mid way through everything, you feel strong arms grip your wrists to wrap your arms around a sweat dripping neck.Â
âItâs alright, honey. Itâs just me. Hold on tightly, alright?â, Steve cooed as he lifted you off the counter and carried you up the stairs before placing you on a mattress. âYou can open your eyes now.â
As you carefully pry them open, you are met with the officerâs soft honey irises as he kneeled in front of you on his knees. After removing your shoes and pants, he notices your hands that you had placed in your lap were subtly shaking.Â
âEverythingâs ok, baby girl. He was just shouting those things to rattle you. Andrew was never the carefullest criminal. I know he was Jasonâs friend but Iâm surprised he kept him around with all the mistakes that kid made.â His large hands cover your own as his thumbs comfortingly rub against your skin. âEddie and I arenât like that. We are very meticulous especially when it comes to each other. We arenât going to let anyone fucking hurt you.â
You only muster a small nod before Steve tilts you back against the pillow and pulls the covers up to your shoulders.Â
âSteve? Will you stay with me please?â
âYeah, um, let me clean up a bit.â
Once everything was resolved, Eddie exhaustedly climbed up his stairs, taking off his shirt and tossing it aside before freezing at the sight in front of him. You and his boyfriend were fast asleep on his bed with you seemingly gripping his hand for dear life. Steve had placed his arm around your waist but you intertwined your fingers with his own and clung to his arm like child holds a teddy bear. He was the big spoon to your little one and for the first time in a long while the man he loved seemed to be sleeping peacefully.Â
Carefully, he slid in beside you, kicking his shoes gently to the floor, and drifting off to sleep himself.Â
############
â10-4 thatâs a negative on Officer Harrington. If anyone gets eyes on him please be advised the captain is looking for him.â
Steveâs eyes groggily shot open just as Eddie rolled over to unclip the walkie from his vest on the floor and hand it to him just above your head.Â
âYeah, hey 10-4. Officer Harrington here. DoesâŠDoes he need me to come in?â
âFor your shift? Yes, he would appreciate that.â
Checking his watch, he bolted awake and jumped from the bed to hastily put on his clothes.Â
âShit. Iâm sorry. I overslept. These 48hr days are killing me. Tell the captain Iâm on my way! Over and out.â
âAre you late, Steven?â, Eddie joked as he cracked his eyes open to watch the man fumble with his wardrobe.Â
âFuckingâŠwoman is like a valium. Iâve never slept soâŠheavy in my life.â, he mumbled as he threw on his vest and double checked to make sure all his equipment was attached.Â
âIs it her or the long hours youâve been working lately to protect me?â
âIs she staying with you today?â
âWay to avoid the question, sweetheart. Thatâs up to her. Since Jason and the rest of them donât know about her she can go home and we can follow through with leaving her be.â
Steve paused, letting his shoes dangle in his hand as what the man was saying fully sunk in.
âOh, I guess youâre right. I just, umâŠâ
Eddieâs eyes fully open as he sits up and leans his head on the officerâs shoulder while comfortingly rubbing his back.Â
âI know. I like her to but she really needs to think about if this is a life she wants to be a part of. We didnât exactly have a choice but she does.â
***
When you wake up, you find yourself alone in bed again but as the familiar panic washed over you, the smell of bacon and eggs settles your worried brain. Glancing beside you, you notice your bag was put on a chair near the bed as well as a towel as if to silently inform you that you could take a shower before coming down if you wished.Â
As you pulled up your hair, you took in the items on the sink in front of you taking amusement in the fact that none of it looked expensive. Youâd figure as a man who owned this kind of space and ran an entire gang, EVERYTHING he owned would be top-notch. Not to say that you didnât enjoy the smell of Eddieâs cologne or Steveâs travel sized bottle of hair product. You werenât the type of woman that needed lavish things and appreciated the fact that it didnât seem like they did either.Â
After spraying on your own body spray, you tossed your things to the floor and took a seat on the bed to slide on your shoes. You didnât mean to be noisy but you couldnât help being curious as you took in the things around you. On the wall directly across from you was a framed poster for the movie âEvil Deadâ and directly beside that a guitar with a signature scrawled across that you couldnât make out from where you were.
On the nightstand were regular things such as a clock, cigarettes with an ashtray, and a book you assumed was fantasy by the fantastical cover but a framed photo caught your eye as you lifted it to take a closer look.Â
It was an image of the officer and the gangster in bed holding each other with Steve asleep just below Eddieâs bare chest. His tattooed arm extended out in front of him to get them both in frame as he softly grinned while playing with the other manâs hair.
Smiling to yourself you placed the image back down where you found it and quietly opened the drawer below. Your eyes flicked to the gun that was nestled there, ignoring it as you flipped through some papers you found with words that made no sense and sketches of he and his boyfriend in oddly sexy looking Renaissance style garb.Â
âSteven Harrington, the salacious, handsome Paladin came to bring justice to Rouge Edward Munson but little did he know that this particular man had a little magic up his sleeve seducing the knight and falling love. Edward had never been in love before but he knew after that night in the Paladinâs carriage, he would do anything for him.â
âI love you to, you nerd.â
You giggle at what you assume is Steveâs comment and place the papers back in the drawer. Near the back was a photo album and your smile grew as you looked at the images within.
âHm. Steve was right. You are nosey girl.â, Eddie scolded in a light tone as leaned against the railing by the stairs.Â
âYou really love him donât you?â, you ask, flashing him a picture of the officer rolling his eyes with a smile as the long-haired man laid himself over his shoulders, locking his hands lazily around his neck.Â
âYeah, I do.â, he answers as he comes to sit beside you. âI honestly never thought I wouldâŠfall in love you knowâŠand definitely not with a fucking cop butâŠlike that saying says, âYou canât control who you fall in love with.ââ
The gangsterâs eyes carefully watch your face as you continue to flip through the images of them together, only looking away when he noticed you blink as your head tilted. The photo you were looking at was what you guessed was a younger Eddie in front of a woman in a beautiful pink gown with wavy curls like his own. He was grimacing as she kissed his cheek but that didnât erase the happiness that emitted from his demeanor.Â
âIs this your mom?â, you ask and he affirms. âYou look like her.â
âHeh. Thank you, princess. You have no idea how much hearing that means to me.â Turning the page, you find a couple more images of them together but as you continue forward you notice his body language change as a 10-year-old Eddie is standing between two men that look vaguely like him. âThat was taken right before my dad left me with my uncle.â
âWhat happened to your mom?â
âShe died.â, he sighed as he suddenly grabbed the album from your hand and put it away. âCome on, I made you something to eat.â
After following him down, you place yourself on one of the stools and wait patiently for him to slide a plate in front of you with a cup of coffee. You mutter thanks as you begin to eat trying to ignore the fact that the gangsterâs chocolate-colored irises were once again burning a hole into your skin as he stared at you.
âWhen I was six.â Eddie stated matter-of-factly as he leaned over the island close to where you were sitting and continued. âMy mother died when I was six. I lived with my dad after that butâŠletâs just say he wasnât the best father.â
âWas the story you told last night real?â When he nods, a sad sigh leaves you. âIâm so sorry, Eddie.â
He shrugs brushing off the feeling of sadness that always washes over him when he talks about this topic.Â
âSo, yeah, since it seems the Carverâs donât know about youâŠI can take you homeâŠand youâll never hear from us again. Iâm, uh, sorry about everything. I promise you wonât get in trouble or anything like that.â
âOh. Do you want me to leave?â
âNoâŠbut I donât want you to feel trapped either.â, he sighs. âY/N, we like you so much. I know you said we donât know you and I understand that but thereâs something about youâŠâ When he pauses, you watch as he stands up straighter and hardens his expression like he did when you two first walked into his building. âSteve and I had no choice in the life we chose. Like I told you the other night, Iâm a gangster; I kill people. Steveâs killed people and done some other terrible shit that could get him put in prison for the rest of his life. Weâre both assholes and as Iâm sure youâve notice have tempers at times. We like to control as much as we can which is hot as hell in the bedroom but can be infuriating anywhere else.â
Stepping around to your side of the island, he swiveled your stool till your body was facing his as his fingers gripped your chin.Â
âIf you stay youâre ours. No one would hurt you or disrespect you because youâd be ours and everyone knows not to mess with things that belong to me.â Your breathing stuttered as his thumb grazes your lips. âWe like that youâre strong with a bit of an attitude but you seem like you can also submit and listen which is perfect for men like us. Because that tells me you can handle us, not just out there but under the covers as well.â
Your eyes close as the tip of his nose grazes yours, the humid air from his breath warming your lips.Â
âOr anywhere else we feel like having you. Against your apartment wall, in the back of Steveâs police car, or even⊠on this countertop.â
Grabbing his face, you bring his lips to your own mewling at the taste of his tongue as it glides along your own. There was an immediate sense of urgency in your movements as if you didnât have him now you would implode.Â
âWait⊠your cutââ
âItâs fine. Iâm fine. Trust me. Fuck.â, he groans, pulling you out of your chair and spinning you around to bend your top half over the marble in front of you.Â
Eddie hastily yanks down your pants and panties before fumbling to free his cock from his shorts and spitting in his hand as he strokes it along his length. With his palm pressed to the small of your back, you both moan as he runs his tip between your folds, collecting your slick, and guides himself into your core.Â
âOh fuck. Steve was right. Fuck, princess, your pussy is so fucking tight.â
âEddieâŠâ
âYeah, baby? Does my dick feel good?â You whine at his question, your hips pushing back to meet his thrusts allowing him to hit that sensitive inside of you that has your eyes rolling as your head hangs. As one of his palms abruptly smacks your ass, the other grabs a handful of your hair, and tugs you backwards till your feel his lips against the shell of your ear.Â
âI asked you something, little girl. When I ask you something I expect a fucking answer. Does my dick feel good stretching your tight little pussy open?â
âIâŠI canâtâŠâ
Eddie grumbles through clenched teeth as he wraps his arms around you; one looping around your tummy and the other across your chest so his hand can lightly grip your throat. He pressed your back against him and you whimper as he rolls his hips slower but harder, slamming his cock impossibly deep into your cunt.
âYou canât what? Youâfuckâyou canât fucking use your words to answer me? Aw, poor pathetic little girl. So dumb off my cock she canât even speak.â The palm near your stomach travels between your legs and slaps your clit making you jump. âAnd so sensitive to. I like that.â
Turning your head slightly, you press your forehead against his cheek and Eddie dips his chin so his lips can kiss yours.Â
âY-Your cockâŠyour cock feels soâŠso fucking good, Eddie!â You rush out your last few words making him grin as he pushes you back down against the counter and pounds into you.Â
âCum for me, pretty girl. I want to feel you squeeze me.â
Your hands clung to the counter as your body shook and you came hard around him. The gangster grunted at the feeling chasing his high until you heard him moan your name under his breath and feel his release warm your insides.Â
After he pulled out, you turned your body to face his right as his forehead leaned against your own. Eddieâs eyes were still closed as he continued to pant, his palms resting under your shirt against your lower back.Â
âIâm afraid.â, he murmured throwing you off.Â
What could a man like him possibly be afraid of? His eyes gradually opened meeting your confused ones before continuing.Â
âI wasnât prepared for Steve nor was I prepared for how much I would come to love and care about him. I would kill for that man and if anyone took him away from meâŠâ He exhaled heavily, shaking his head as if to wipe away the thought entirely. âLike I said, thereâs something about you⊠we werenât prepared for you either and the way I feel about you after these few days⊠Iâm afraid to be vulnerable like that again. Not just for me but for my business. Another vulnerability is another thing someone can use against me. Itâs not just about me when it comes to this gang. I have a lot of people that need me and look up to meâŠsort of like your patients.â
Your hands cup his face as you tenderly lean forward to kiss his lips.
âMaybeâŠwe all have some thinking to do. I know you said you didnât have a choice in your lives but you both very much did and do. Being a doctor was who I was meant to be but I very much had a choice of where I opened my clinic and the people I help. I could have turned you both away⊠I knew Steve wasnât going to hurt me⊠but I helped youâŠâ
Eddie nodded in understanding, backing away from you as you two got fully clothed again.Â
âWould you like me to drive you home?â
âPlease.â
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Steve exhaustedly sauntered into Eddieâs loft, pulling off his gear and everything he didnât need as he tossed them on the couch.Â
âHey you.â, the long-haired man smiled as he came down the stairs and tenderly kissed the officer as both men fell onto the sofa behind them.Â
âHow was your day?â
âLong. Theyâre still looking into Carverâs men being murdered but at some point theyâll give up. The higher ups honestly prefer to let you guys duke it out on your own.â
âDid they mention Andrew?â
âNo but itâs too soon for Jason to really be worried yet. I imagine youâll hear from him before we do.â Steve smiled softly as Eddieâs fingers gently ran through his tussled hair and petted his head. âHowâs Y/N?â
âSheâs good. We had a bit of a talk today and then I took her back to her apartmentââ
âYou what?â, the officer interrupted in a sharp tone. âSo thatâs it? You just said a few words and that was that?! You just took her home?!â
âSteve, calm downââ
âNO! Donât tell me to calm down!â, he shouts as he rises to his feet.Â
âI thought we agreed that if she wanted to go home and be left alone we would honor that.â
âYou didnât even let me get a chance to say how I feel!â
âOh? How DO you feel, sweetheart? What would you say if she was here right now?â
âIâd say that I fucking care about her! I think sheâs witty and kind... Sheâs the most beautiful woman Iâve ever seen in my entire life. Besides you, Iâve never wanted to protect and take care of someone more than I do her. Every day I go out there and risk my life but no one fucking cares except you which is one of the many things I love about you. She makes me feel the same way. I feel like she genuinely cares if Iâm in pain or hurting.â
âSheâs a doctor, babe.â
âItâs more than that, Ed, and I know you know that. FUCK! I wanted to get to know her better. Now sheâs going to think we just used her for her clinic and sex. I hate that thatâs the last idea she has of us.â
âI donât think that at all.â
Steveâs head whipped around at your words finding you at the bottom of the staircase in similar pajamas they saw you in when you were watching over Eddie.
âYou didnât let me finish so I thought Iâd let you get it all out.â, the gangster smirked. âI was going to tell you I took her back to her apartment because she asked to get a couple of things so she could stay with us for a few days.â
âSo we CAN talk and get to know each other better.â
Relief painted Steveâs face as he listened to you speak before determination darkened his eyes and he strides confidently towards you, lifting you into his arms, and carrying you back up the stairs.Â
Tossing you onto Eddieâs bed, you couldnât help but giggle as he roughly but needily tore off your clothes as his lips roamed all over your skin.
âI told you, sweetheart, passionate with a good heart.â, Eddie teases as he takes a seat in the chair beside the mattress.Â
You grinned his way as Steve sucked and nibbled on your neck, his pant covered cock grinding against your core as you wrapped your legs around his waist.
âFuck. Did you get to feel her today?â, the officer groaned towards his boyfriend as your lips picked up where he left off, trailing down his jawline while your fingers unhooked his belt and tried to push down his trousers.
âI did and you were right.â, the gangster answered as he leaned forward to capture Steveâs lips. âHer pussy is too fucking good and so tight especially when she comes. Just like you, baby.â
You and Steve moan loudly as you grip his length and guide him into your dripping heat making Eddieâs smirk widen as he licks his lips.Â
âThere you go, pretty boy. Fuck her harder with that big, thick cock. Little girl doesnât mind it rough, do you baby?â The moment your head shakes, a hand shoots out to pinch your cheeks and adjusts you so your eyes meet his. âWhat did I say about unanswered questions?â
The man above you pants heavily as he watches your face while his partnerâs palm shifts to your throat and squeezes. When he releases his grip, a hiccup and a mewl leave your throat that has Steve grunting aggressively as he pumps into you harder till your eyes close.Â
âIâŠI donât mind itâshitâI donât mind it rough. Steve, please.â
âYou want to see something that really gets him going?â, the gangster whispered in your ear.
You watch as his palm gently runs through his boyfriendâs hair, down his back, and guides effortlessly over his ass. Steveâs head shot up, his mouth falling open into a wide O as Eddie pushed two of his fingers deep inside of his entrance.Â
Pushing up on to one of his palms, he pounded into you making your cunt cling to him as you listened to all the beautiful sounds that fell from his mouth.Â
âThere you go, baby. Make her cum. Make this good girl cum.â
The coil in your stomach violently snapped, your back arching into his chest as you cried and screamed his name. It was too much for him as Steve fell flat on top of you and chased his high, slamming his seed deep into your body.Â
âAre you okay?â, you murmur as you nails run softly down his back.Â
âYeahâŠfuckâŠIâm fine. IâmâŠIâm glad you decided toâŠto hang around.â, he pants as he tries to catch his breath.Â
âNeed some water, hun? We ainât nearly close to being done.â
You both chuckle at Eddieâs words as he tilts down to kiss your lips.Â
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ONE WEEK LATER
âWhatâs got you all smiley?â, one of the nurses asks you as she passes by your office.
âNothing, Iâm just happy. Am I not allowed to be happy?!â, you joke as the young lady laughs at your response.Â
âYou are absolutely allowed to be. Itâs been a while since Iâve seen you wear any other emotion beside stress and worry. Dr. Y/L/N wouldnât have happened to meet a new guy now did she?â
âNoâŠâ, you blush.Â
âOh my god, you did! I have to know everything.â
âIsabella, did you come to my office for a reason?â, you deflect.
âYour new patient is here and ready to see you.â
You grin at her as you head down the hallway to the exam room, your grin promptly falling as you read the chart.Â
âIzzie, are you sure this is the right file?â
âUm, yeah. Why?â
âNo reason.â
Her eyes continue to scan you over as you heavily exhale and open the door, stepping inside. A gentleman in a nice suit and a green button up underneath turned to face you beaming from ear to ear as he stepped closer to where you were standing.Â
âHello there. You must be Dr. Y/L/N. Itâs nice to make your acquaintance. Iâm Jason Carver.â
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Hi! Could I pls request a Steve x shy!reader drabble? Maybe theyâre a bit of a bookworm and they have a meet cute at a library or bookstore or something âșïž I love your fics, and I hope youâre having a good day! đ
i've been working on this wip for ages but i loved this request too much not to finish! thanks for being patient with me anon!
summary: steve hopeless romantic harrington meets shy!reader at a bookstore and fluffy awkwardness ensues (meet cute, strangers to lovers-ish, fluff, 2.1k)
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Five hours go by like minutes, tucked away in the back of the library â your own little corner of the world.Â
Because all your spare cash went to groceries and good food (and the newest Margaret Atwood novel just dropped), you hide in the back of the bookstore and get lost in the nostalgic earthy scent of the thick pages youâve been waiting ages to read.Â
You sit between the dystopian and gothic fiction aisles, back propped against the former with your knees folded to your chest, and speed-read as much as you can before closing.
âWhere are the porno mags?â a male voice wonders from a few aisles down. Itâs not the first voice youâve heard all day, but itâs certainly the closest.
A feminine voice follows, nearer now. âThereâs no porn, dingus. I was just saying that so youâd drive me here.â
ââŠThatâs so fucked up.â
âYouâll get over it.â
âNo, actually. I wonât. This might be the end of our friendship, now that I think about it.â
Their conversation draws closer and closer to you in time with their nearing footsteps. You figure they must be looking for a different section â certainly not the one youâve had to yourself all day â but then they turn the corner of the aisle and stop short when they find you sitting there.
âOh,â a pretty girl hums as she stares down at you, rouge mouth forming a softly pouted âoâ shape.Â
Her hair is a sandy color, like a beach, and itâs chopped at her shoulders. She wears a pair of slacks and suspenders over an oversized button-up. She looks like a character from a book you wish you could write.Â
She smiles down at you, a tad bit awkwardly. âHelloâŠâ
âShitâ â you curse, scrambling to get your legs out of the aisle. Your face burns as you bring your knees back to your chest. âIâm sorry.â
âNo worries,â she shrugs and walks on by you.Â
A pretty boy follows.
His hair is a really specific shade of brown â like chocolate syrup mixed with honey. Itâs pushed back over his forehead, messy with intention. A few strands hang over his thick brows like theyâre meant to be there. Heâs got a layer of scruff on his chiseled jaw thatâs a shade lighter than his actual hair.Â
His wide eyes are a similar chocolate-syrup-honey color.
Heâs almost annoyingly pretty. The kind of pretty that seems unfair.
âDonât apologize to her,â the pretty boy jokes with a lopsided smile. âSheâs a total bully.â
The pretty girl interjects. âDonât listen to him. Heâs an idiot. And stop bothering her, dingusâ sheâs obviously trying to read.â
You breathe out an awkward laugh through your nose.Â
You donât want them to think youâre actually annoyed, but you donât have the words to tell them that. You have no idea what to say to them, actually. Theyâre obviously far cooler than you are, and the notion almost threatens you.
The pretty boy doesnât follow his pretty friend. He lets her roam the aisle, obviously in search of something, and leans against the gothic fiction section across from you.
âSo, uh⊠What are you reading?â he asks.
You donât trust your voice to answer him verbally, lest the words get stuck in your throat and make you sound like Kermit the Frog. You flash him the dystopic, renaissance painting-esque cover with a tightlipped smile.
âHandmaidâs Tale,â he reads with a squint, then nods. âSounds fun.â
âItâs not,â the pretty girl scoffs. She thumbs through her own copy of the book that she plucked from the shelf. âItâs the one I was telling you about on the way over.â
The pretty boyâs face screws up in disgust. âOh. The one with gross men?â
âThe one with the gross men.â
He turns back to you, looking apologetic. âSorry, I take it back. Not fun.â
You smile wordlessly in response.
âHeâs Steve, by the way,â the pretty girl says to you, nodding to the pretty boy. âI figured if heâs gonna keep weirdly hovering over you, you should probably know his nameââ
âIâm not hovering!â
ââYou can call him dingus if you want. Iâm Robin.â
âHi,â you greet, quiet and mousy.
âDo you come around here often?â the boy â Steve â wonders, bushy brows pinched and burly arms crossed over his chest. âI feel like Iâve seen you beforeââ
âUgh. Stop flirting with her.â
âIâm asking a question!â
You purse your lips to the side in attempts to hide your smile and your gaze back to your book.Â
They argue like a married couple. You wonder how long theyâve been together â six months or six years?
âSorry about him. Heâs not usually this annoying,â Robin quips with a playful twinkle in her deep ocean eye. She slams the book closed with a ringed handand walks back towards you. She pushes Steve ahead and away from you in the process. âAlright, I got the goods. Letâs go before they close.â
Your eyes widen as you look down at your wrist.Â
Ten minutes until eight oâclock.Â
You turn to the book once more and find that youâre about a hundred pages shy from the end of it. You tend to read like a maniac if youâre focused enough, but thereâs no way youâre finishing it before closing.
âShitâŠâ
âYou okay?â Steve asks, still lingering at the very end of the aisle, though Robin has already left for check-out.
You rise and straighten out your clothes â the very un-special sweatshirt and baggy jeans duo youâd changed into after work. Itâs not unlike the navy blue henley and similarly colored denim heâs got on, but you donât look nearly as pretty as he does.
âYeah,â you shrug, not quite meeting his gaze as you return the book that feels like it only fits in your hands. âI justâ I didnât realize how late it was.â
You donât expect to see Steve looking so concerned when you turn back to him. His brows are furrowed, honey eyes glinting in question. âYouâre not getting it? You looked like you were almost done.â
âOh, I donâtâ I canâtâŠâ you stammer then trail off, fidgeting awkwardly ahead of him.Â
You donât want this pretty boyâs first impression of you to be that youâre completely and utterly broke. Even if this is the last you ever see of him, youâll only be remembered as that one girl from the bookstore who couldnât buy herself anything.Â
âI figured I could just come buy tomorrow and finish itâŠâ
âOh. Okay. Well, it was⊠it was nice meeting you, then.â
âYou, too,â you murmur with a tightlipped smile, eager to get away from a moment you donât feel very deserving of.Â
Out of every girl this pretty boy couldâve chosen, why did it have to be the one in the very back of the bookstore who was too poor to get anything other than a free coffee and bagel?Â
You chuck both in the bin as you head towards the exit.
The sun has almost finished setting when you leave â mostly disappeared over the skyline, but painting the sky a deep lavender shade unique to the twilight hour. You stand at the crosswalk â the man on the speaker shouting âwait!â at your side â as you anticipate the orange hand across the street to turn into a white stick figure.
âI told you sheâd still be here,â a familiar voice sounds from a few paces behind you, mostly drowned out by the sounds of passing cars. A louder âhey!â follows. You only think the voice might be calling for you until it comes closer.Â
âHey!â It comes again, louder now.
You look over your shoulder and find Steve from the Bookstore striding towards you.Â
Both happy and confused to see him, your wavering smile is paired with a pair of furrowed brows. âHeyâŠâ
âSorry, you justâ you left this.â
When your eyes manage to flit away from his sculpted face â which you just noticed looks eerily similar to Michelangeloâs David â you find that heâs holding a book in his hands. Handmaidâs Tale. The same copy you were reading, dog-eared just like you left it.
Your contorted features never falter. âI didnâtâŠâ you trail off with the shake of your head, laughing softly. âI didnât buy that.â
âNo, I know,â Steve shrugs with a crooked grin. âI did.â
You think he might be implying he bought it for you, but then you realize thatâs crazy, because why would he do that for you? Thatâs the sort of thing that happens to girls in BrontĂ« novels, not to you.
âYoudid?â you echo like an idiot because itâs all you can think to say.
âYeah. âCause, you know, you looked pretty interested in it and everythingâŠâ
âBut you didnât have to⊠You didnât have to buy it for meââ
âItâs not a big deal. Seriously. I mean, itâll save you the extra trip down here tomorrow, right?â
You meet his confident grin with a trembling one. âI canât take itâŠâ
âWell, if you donât take it, that means I have to keep it, andââ
âHeâs pretty much illiterate,â Robin calls from a little ways behind him.
Sheâs waiting by a pretty maroon car. It looks like a luxury model of some kind, shiny like itâs fresh off the lot. She leans against it like itâs hers, but Steveâs got the keys in his hand â the one not holding the book he bought for you.
ââŠI was gonna say I havenât read anything since junior year of high school, but sure,â he concedes with a shrug. His eyes sparkle down at youâ or maybe itâs just the street lamps flickering on. Either way, you feel your stomach whirling. He waves the book at you. âTake it. Youâll actually read it.â
âButâŠâ you trail off, eyes flickering over to Robin. You step closer to Steve and lean in like youâre about to tell him a secret. âWonât your girlfriend be upset?â
âGirlfriend?â the boy repeats with pinched brows. He goes soft with realization a second later, then starts to laugh. âNo. Robin, sheâsâ No. Sheâs not really my type.â
âOh. Shit. Sorry,â you stammer with wide eyes.Â
If cool, pretty girls arenât his type, then thereâs no way in hell you are.Â
Slightly comforted by his assurances, when he motions the book to you again, you take it.Â
âBut I feel a little bad,â you confess quietly, peeking at him from beneath your lashes while you fidget with the book in your anxious hands. âI feel like I should give you something in return, or, I donât know, likeââ
âYou donât have to do anything,â Steve assures with the shake of his head. He swipes a hand through the chocolate-honey locks and flashes you a smile that borders on shy. âBut if you wanted to go out for coffee or something sometime, then Iâd be willing to call it even.â
Your cheeks burn. You donât know if youâre breathing anymore, or if you even can. A quiet smile quirks at the corner of your mouth as you nod. âCoffee sounds good,â you answer sheepishly.
âCool,â Steve replies coolly, like he isnât totally beaming down at you. âThen, just⊠call me whenever youâre free.â
âOh, I donâtâ I donât have your number.â
His sneakers scuff against the sidewalk as he walks backwards to his car. He just nods at you, smiling gently as he argues, âYeah, you do.â
Your brows furrow in confusion â because you most certainly donât. He was a stranger to you a little more than ten minutes ago. You have no reason to have his number.Â
Realization settles over you like pinpricks down your spine, butterflies in your belly.Â
You open the front cover of the book and find several numbers written down at the very bottom of the cover page.
Call me when you finish, the note reads in half-legible chicken scratch. Iâm not really a book guy, but I could probably hear you talk about them all day.
He signs off with his name, number, and a sloppy smiley face.Â
You donât realize youâre beaming until you already are.Â
When you look back up at Steve, you find him standing at the open driverâs side door, already smiling back at you.
Request: hey!! could you write a story where a new girl at school decides to nervously go up to Eddie during lunch? She gently taps his shoulder to get his attention to ask him something. ahh I donât know you can decide what she wants to ask him! lol meanwhile Eddie is just âđ€šâŠđâ
Word Count: 1.k
Warnings: some fluff, shy!reader, reader just moved to Hawkins, implied friends to lovers
AN: this was a request from @laurenandloki thank you so much for sending this in! I hope you all enjoy!
You walked into your first class of the day, your books clutched to your chest as you looked around for an unoccupied seat. You found one somewhere in the middle and sat down. You had just moved to Hawkins and it was your first day at Hawkins High. You hated being the new student, especially since it was your senior year. You were scared that you wouldnât make any friends, and your senior year would be spent all alone.
You set your books down on the desk and pulled out a notebook from your bag. You were so caught up in your pre-class routine that you hadnât noticed someone walk up to you.
âHello! You must be new here,â You looked up to see the sweetest looking girl you had ever seen, âIâm Chrissy.â
Chrissy held out her hand and you shyly accepted it and shook her hand timidly, âHi.â
âLooks like weâll be sitting next to each other!â She set her bag down and took a seat at the desk next to you, âwhen did you move to Hawkins?â
âLast week. My parents figured starting school on Monday made more sense than in the middle of the week.â
Chrissy nodded her head in understanding, âHave you thought about joining any clubs or sports teams?â
âIâm not one for sports, but I thought about looking into the school paper or maybe the AV club. My last school had a DND club, but I know thatâs not super popular.â
âWe actually do have a DND club!â Chrissy exclaimed.
Your eyes lit up a bit with delighted surprise, âReally?â
âYeah, itâs called the Hellfire club, my friend Eddie is theâŠtheâŠI canât remember the actually word for it, but heâs the leader.â
âThe Dungeon Master?â
âYes! Thatâs it!â Chrissy giggled, âI donât know if theyâre taking new members at the moment, but Iâm sure if you talked to him, he would say yes.â
âOkay.â You werenât too keen on the idea of having to talk to someone, but if the outcome meant being part of a new DND campaign, then you would do it.
âOh, and Eddie may look kind of scary and intimidating, but heâs a sweetheart.â Chrissy smiled as the teacher got up from her desk and began the lesson for the day.
You furiously jotted down notes, all the while wondering who this Eddie guy could be.
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You ended up having your class right before lunch with Chrissy, so she agreed to show you the table where the Hellfire club sat at.
âYou see that table towards the back, thereâs a guy with long hair wearing a leather jacket with a denim vest?â Chrissy pointed out to you.
You nodded, âYes.â
âThatâs Eddie!â
Your eyes grew wide. That was Eddie? That was the DM of the schoolâs DND club? At your previous school, all of the DND club members were your stereotypical looking nerds, geeky, wore glasses, extremely socially awkward, you never felt out of place thereâŠbut this guyâŠjust from looking at him you could tell that he was nothing like that. You knew he had to be at least a little nerdy since he was the DM of a DND club, but stillâŠhe was beautiful.
âI have to run to the library for a tutoring session, but you can just go on over and talk to him. I promise heâs really nice.â Chrissy waved goodbye to you and made her way to the library.
You stood frozen in the entryway to the cafeteria. You tried to will your feet to move, but they wouldnât budge. It wasnât until someone bumped into you that you finally started to move.
You walked through the cafeteria, the little voice in your head telling you that you were going to make a fool of yourself, that Eddie and his friends would all laugh at you, but you powered through. When you eventually reached the table, you stood behind Eddie, took a deep breath and then tapped him on the shoulder.
He turned around with a confused expression, âCan I help you?â
âHi, Iâm so sorry to bother you, but Iâm new and Chrissy told me that youâre the DM of the Hellfire club, and that I should talk to you about possibly joining. Obviously, if you donât have room, or arenât taking members right now since itâs the middle of the year, I understand.â
You continued, basically repeating that you understood if they werenât accepting any new members. A big smile broke out across Eddieâs face. He found your shy rambling endearing and cute, âWell, we donât usually accept new members this far into the school year, but I might be willing to make an exception.â
âYou would?â You looked at him with surprise.
âYou would?â Dustin asked from his seat next to Eddie.
âShut up, Dustin,â Eddie threw a pretzel at him and turned back to you, âyes, I would. Whatâs your level and race, milady?â
You felt heat bloom in your cheeks from the nickname, âLevel 14 elf.â
âCool, Iâll need a copy of your character sheet, we meet up on Fridays in the drama room after school, and bring a snack because it will be late by the time we wrap up.â
âOkay, thank you!â You gave Eddie a shy smile.
Eddie felt his heart melt, âDo you have anywhere to sit for lunch?â
You shook your head, âNo, I was just gonna eat outside, or something.â
Eddie motioned for Dustin and Mike to move down, âYou can sit here if youâd like.â
âI donât want to make anyone move.â
âDonât worry about them, theyâre freshmen,â he got up, walked around you, and pulled out the chair, âplease sit.â
âOkay.â You sat down and gave Dustin and Mike an apologetic smile.
Eddie took his seat at the head of the table again, âSo tell me, how long have you been playing DND?â
For the rest of lunch Eddie continued to ask you questions about yourself and your DND experience. The boys saw right through it though. They knew from the moment Eddie smiled at you that he was smitten, and it was only a matter of time until he asked you out.
