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domesticity looks good on you | fezco

summary: i wrote this fic forever ago and never posted it so yes. me participating in nfgn bc its the only way ill post my work

word count: 2.6k

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School was hard. It was demanding and exhausting and most of all it didn’t come easy for you like it did for the other kids in your class. 

You didn’t grow up on tutors and couldn’t buy your way into college like most of your peers, but you got in. You made it. And to most people in your town, the people who knew you, it meant everything; they were happy for you. 

Except it didn’t feel like an accomplishment at the time. 

When the letter came in the mail, you avoided it for four days. 

It wasn’t until Fez saw it sitting unopened on your coffee table that you finally had the courage to open it. And though Fez started cheering with excitement, peppering your face with many “I’m so proud of you” kisses, you felt like you were drowning — weight on your chest, head underwater drowning. 

College meant leaving. Leaving home, leaving high school, leaving Fez. 

Those thoughts alone had you gasping for air. But the afterthoughts are what pulled you further under. 

Leaving meant starting over. It meant having to actually build yourself up, get it together to truly make something of the life that gave you so little to begin with. 

Later that night, in the darkness of your room and the soft caress of Fez’s hand running up and down your back, you told him. 

“I don’t think I’m ready to go.” 

“What’chu mean ma?” His voice is quiet and soft. 

“I don’t think I’m ready to leave you behind and start over.” His hand stills and you hold your breath, afraid of disappointing. “I’m scared, Fez.” 

Fez wasn’t a man of many words, but he was one of action. When he heard the defeat and fear in your voice, he pulled you closer. Tenderly, he moved your hair out of your face and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. With your head tucked under his chin he said, “You ain’t got nothin’ to be scared of. The world’s not ready for you, pretty girl.” 

-

And he was right. 

There was nothing to be afraid of once you got there. It was isolating at first, not being able to connect with the wealthy and privileged, but Fez always had your back. 

He’d show up to your dorm room, blunts rolled and flowers in hand with a dopey grin on his face. He’d completely disregard your pretentious, snobby roommate as he pressed a delicate kiss to your cheek and asked, “Hey ma? How’s studying going?” 

He’d pick you up from school during breaks and drive you back home, be it a month long break or a three day one. One hand rubbed calming circles on your knee, the other on the wheel. The windows were rolled down and he always let you be on AUX. “Don’t trip about your grade, pretty girl. You smart as fuck.” If that wasn’t enough to appease you, he’d add, “If any professor gives you a lower grade than you deserve, Ash and I will pull up.” It never failed to make you laugh and he’d always take his eyes off the road just to watch your face light up. 

And things only got better. 

At first, when your school announced that it was moving online, you felt panic rise in your chest. You wondered how you would be able to adapt, if you could find a safe space to do your work and to study, but before you could truly spiral, like, deeply spiral, Fez flashed you the brightest smile you’ve ever seen. 

“Oh my God, that’s awesome! You can be chillin’ with me while you’re in class. It’s gon’ be hella domestic and shit.” His enthusiasm was contagious. He was practically beaming at the idea and you felt your worries completely fade away. 

Turns out it wasn’t hard to find your safe space, Fez and Ash welcoming you into their home with open arms. To be precise, though, it was your baking skills that Ashtray welcomed. 

From warm, sweet chocolate cakes to intricate tart macaroons, the boys finally found someone to put their empty kitchen to use. Moreso, and though the young rebel would never admit it to anyone, you radiated a sense of comfort and care that he imagined a mother would be like, and by the day, he found himself getting more and more attached to you. 

And soon, their days began to look less dreary and all business, and more like… 

“Ash! Get in here, now!” You shout from the kitchen. 

“What?” The young boy is monotone, leaning on the entrance with a quipped brow. 

Pointing a wooden spoon at him, you scold, “Don’t ‘what’ me, sir.” You knock the spoon on a crumb filled plate. “What’s this?” 

Ash purses his lips. “No clue what’chu talkin’ about, man.” 

“Don’t play with me Ashtray O’Neil. You may be able to keep a straight face but I see right through you. Most importantly, I see the damn brownie stains on your t-shirt, you fuckin’ menace!” Your tone is playfully stern, unafraid of any repercussions given your close relationship with the boy. 

He begins to look bashful, but still attempts to keep a hard act. 

Taking pity on him, you let out a dramatic sigh. “You’re lucky I have class right now otherwise I’d be on your ass.” With that, you put the spoon and plate into the sink. Passing him as you walk out the kitchen and into the living room, you ruffle the short hairs on his head. 

When your classes were finally over for the day, you finally shut your computer closed and walked into the kitchen to grab a snack. On the counter, you find a new box of brownie mix with a post-it note attached — “My b.”

- 

But when shenanigans with Ashtray weren’t filling the house with clamor (meaning when the kid found something else to occupy his time with other than bothering you), you often found yourself with Fez, in his room. 

He had built a desk, specifically for you, and as messy as his room got, somehow your desk always stayed right how you left it. 

Whenever you were in class, Fez loved to linger around in the background. It may not seem like it, but quality time was definitely his love language. That and always rolling your blunts for you. He’d always do his own thing, counting his stacks or sorting his pills. On occasion, he’d catch a glimpse of your professor’s powerpoint or watch as you’d complete your lab reports and he’d murmur something like, “What the fuck is that” or “That shit looks hard as fuck” before passing you a plate of fruit or a sandwich and walking away. 

Today was a bit different, though.  

Legs crossed underneath you as you sat in the plush pink chair Fez had bought for you, you tap your pen against the desk obnoxiously as you read the practice question over again. 

“Ma, I love you to death but can you please stop?” Fez groans, the sound distracting him from his bookkeeping. 

“I’m sorry, Fez, this question’s just driving me insane.” You begin to flip through your notes furiously in an attempt to look for the answer. 

“What is it?” 

That’s the thing about Fez. He may not truly excel in school (not that he had ever truly tried), but he’d do anything to make you happy. Which is why when you were failing math, he had stepped up to the plate. Fortunately, math was actually one of the few subjects he was quite knowledgeable on, and you had his booming business to thank for that one. 

“You can’t just take out the variable, baby-g,” he’d mutter. 

“Why not?” you’d hiss. 

“‘Cause that’s not how that works,” his tone is persistent and exasperated. 

Between you and him, he had practically taken your calculus final, securing you a pretty A+.

But you’re digressing. 

Math may be his strong suit, but humanities were where he faltered, and so you couldn’t help but reply, “I don’t know, babe.”

“Aw, come on.” He stood from his spot on the bed, walking over to you and wrapping his arms around your neck. “Try me.” 

You sighed. “Fine.” You hold the practice test up for him to read. 

“‘The Soci—Socioal—” 

“Sociological,” you kindly sounded it out for him.

“Right. The Sociological  Effect: Why Do People Do Drugs and What Are the Consequences,’” Fez slowly reads out. He hums in interest, but after a moment of contemplation, his brows furrow as he asks, “Wait, you fuckin’ with me, right?” 

“What?” you turn to look at him in confusion. 

“You so goddamn pretty, and you smart as fuck, but I swear, sometimes you be tweakin’.” 

You cross your arms over your chest. “What’s that supposed to mean,” you complain. 

 “Ma, I am the consequences of drug use!” He points at himself up and down. “Why do people do drugs?” he asks rhetorically as if the answer was so clear. “You ain’t think to ask your dealer boyfriend why these fuckers would face Ash just to get a bag of molly?” The emphasis on his brother’s name didn’t go unnoticed, and you can’t help but laugh at the fact that people truly were afraid of the disgruntled tween. 

“Of course I did! But the test asks really specific questions and it’s all short answers—” 

“‘What are the primary reasons behind adolescent drug abuse? List three reasons and provide examples.’” Fez scoffs. “Trauma, experimentation, and boredom. You want three examples? Fuckin’ Nate, Rue, and Maddy, man, come on.” 

Slowly, the gears began to turn in your head. “Holy shit, you’re so fucking smart, Fez.” 

At that, he looks away in a shy manner. He rubs the back of his head out of embarrassment and to divert your attention from the blush that’s fanning across his face he asks, “What’s the next question?” 

After answering the next two, Fez subconsciously pulls up a chair next to yours. He leans over your desks and flips through your notes as the pair of you try to work your way through the extensive practice test. Before you noticed, the sun had started to set and it was well beyond dinner time. 

“Yo!” Ash bursts into the room. 

“Aye, what’d I tell you about knocking, man,” Fez scolds. 

Disregarding his brother, Ash focuses on you and he practically stomps his feet as he complains, “I thought you said you were making chicken and rice for dinner.” 

“Fuck, what time is it?” you ask the question rhetorically, under your breath. 

As if on cue, Fez’s stomach grumbles. 

“Alright, alright,” you stand from your chair, finally feeling hunger sneaking up on you as well. 

As you make your way out to the kitchen, you can hear Fez speak faintly. “Man, you getting spoiled as fuck ‘cause of her.”

-

The sociology class ends up being one of Fez’s favorites. 

Instead of milling around in the background minding his own business, he’d now frequently peer over your shoulder. 

“What’cha working on ma?” he’d inquire. 

“Just biology,” you’d usually respond, causing him to walk away with a ‘tsk’ of disinterest. 

It didn’t stop his persistence, though. 

“Hey pretty girl, what’s on the agenda for today?” 

“I just have a sociology lecture at 11,” you’d respond. 

“Oh shit, for real?” 

He’d pretend to not care, trying to seem as though he was doing what he always does, but you and him both know that he moves a little slower, his tasks taking a bit longer, because he was listening in on your classes. 

The pink headset he had bought for you was now neglected on your desk and neither of you commented on how you went from always wearing them during classes to turning the volume up on your Zoom so your professor’s droning words were audible to everyone in the room. Sometimes Ash would come in, too, but that was because he was experiencing FOMO more than anything. 

-

Another thing you’ve become grateful for in light of moving to online school — unproctored exams. 

Your testing anxiety, though still persistent, was at an all time low as your accommodating professors were much more lenient with exams. 

You had cleared off your desk for peace of mind, locked Ash out with a stern ‘Find something else to do!’, and told Fez to sort his array of drugs slowly and quietly. 

Neither boy took offense to your behavior, and before you had kicked him out, Ash even went as far as making you a cup of tea. Now, it was completely inedible, but his effort was appreciated nonetheless.

Once you press ‘Start’, you will have 60 minutes to complete the following examination. 

This quiz is meant to be open notes, open book, but please refrain from discussing the content with your peers until after the test is completed. 

Any academic violations will be reported and please refer to the Academic Oath— 

“Okay, blah, blah, blah,” you skimmed through the instructions, kneeing bouncing up and down and eyes flickering to the notebook you have open on your desk. 

Biting the bullet, you press the blue ‘Start’ button. 

Forty minutes went by with no real issue. You referred back to your notes every now and then, but your focus remained sharp as your fingers flew furiously across the keyboard to complete all the short essay questions. 

It wasn’t until the last twenty minutes that you truly hit the wall. You had skipped this question prior and have gone back a few times, but for some reason nothing seemed to click for you. Any answer you had previously written was erased and you cursed your professor for asking such a broad, theoretical question. 

A soft hand on your back startles you and you practically jump in your seat. 

“What’s wrong, pretty girl?” Fez’s voice is quiet, as if he’s afraid of disturbing your focus. 

You groan. “Fez, not now. I love you, but not now.” 

“You’ve been staring at the screen for hella long, ma, your exam time’s almost up.” 

Feeling defeated, you put your head in your hands. “I know, I know.” 

“Here.” He gently nudges you out of your seat and you comply, wanting to simply curl up on the floor and let it swallow you whole. He doesn’t spare a glance at you. His eyes narrow and he bites his lip in concentration. Not even a full ten seconds later, his fingers are flying. 

Peeking up from your spot on the floor, you watch as he fills up the entire blank space with text, barely stopping to think. You watch in amazement, eyes trailing from his fingers on your keyboard, up his arm, and to his face. 

Not many people saw Fez the way you do; not many people saw him at all. He was just a person passing to them, someone they only saw when they needed something. Most people had the incorrect assumption that Fez was dumb. Slow at times, yes, but your boyfriend was far from stupid. In fact, he was one of the most intelligent people you knew. 

And as you sit there, now, watching for the second time since you’ve started school, him saving your ass, a newfound appreciation for him began to grow. 

Most people didn’t see him, but you did. 

As you rub soothing circles on his knee and press a gentle kiss to his warm lips in celebration of the exam completion, you couldn't help the smile that forms on your face at the thought that you were blessed enough to be his. 

And in this moment, though the two of you don’t know it yet, three weeks later when you get your results back, the results have you both beaming and ignites a passion for school that Fez never had before, leading the two of you into a world of new possibilities. 

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His slut

Fezco was an interesting guy. On the outside he was a no good drug dealer and that was all. But you knew him differently. You knew he was actually a real softy. But you also knew how much of a man whore he was in bed.

How you ended up in a random room at a party having sex with a man you had only known for less than a month. Although you had only met recently, you had a special kind of relationship. Not fuck buddies per say, there was definitely an emotional aspect. But god was the sex good. "Yea ride me real fast ma" Fezco praises you. Your pussy clenches around his hard cock causing him to groan out in pleasure. You ride him passionately and he grips your waist encouraging you to keep going. You can feel yourself nearing your orgasm as Fezco circles your clit with his thick fingers. "I-Im gonna cum baby" you moan out. "You can cum when I tell you, slut" Fezco spits out making the knot in your stomach even more unbearable. "Cum for me baby, you can cum" he commands. Almost before he can finish his scentance your pussy clenches and the feeling of euphoria washes over you. But youre not done yet, you can tell hes close so you continue to move up and down on his cock. With watching the way your tits bounce and how your pussy feels on his cock he orgasms and spills his warm seed inside of you. Both of you colapse on the bed chests heaving. "I love you" he says pulling your bodies together. And in his loving arms you realize you are more n love than you ever have been with him.

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I don't need reader being shy to moan, i need perv!eddie with shameless reader who's just LOUD and doesn't care

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untitled | eddie munson

➼ summary: single dad eddie, enter if you dare

➼ warnings/tags: mechanic!singledad!eddie x fem!reader, i don’t really think there are any warnings for this, let me know if i’m wrong

➼ words: 3.7k +

➼ notes: please let me know if you like this kind of content, wasn't sure i wanted to keep writing if no one would enjoy it | luveline’s drabble that made me realize i needed a singledad!eddie of my own

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It’s 5:00 PM, Eddie’s favorite time of the day. It means it’s time for him to clock out and leave the shop, but moreover, it means he’s only thirteen short minutes away from Maeve’s smiley face and her little sticky fingers. 

The days only seem to be getting longer, customers more miserable as the summer comes to an end. Some days the only smile Eddie receives is from his toddler and he happily, excitedly even, basks in it. It’s the only smile he’ll need for the rest of his life. 

There is one additional upside to 5:13 PM;  you. 

He gets to see you. He gets to talk to you for two whole uninterrupted (mild use) minutes. The topic of conversation is always the same, but his favorite nonetheless; his daughter. 

Eddie pushes through the double doors of the daycare center and scrunches his nose at the thick smudge of brown oil he leaves on the formally pristine glass. He washed his hands but sometimes he can be a little careless. He finds the offending finger and wipes it down the thigh of his coveralls as he drifts down the long corridor. He’s only sporting half of his coveralls, he’s unzipped from the torso, the sleeves tied around his waist to keep them up, his washed out and tattered Dio shirt on display for the staff to gawk at. 

Eddie glances behind himself to make sure his boots aren’t tracking in any additional sludge from the shop. Being reprimanded once by the facility manager, Michelle, was more than enough for him to assure it doesn’t happen again. Or at the very least, spot and clean his mess before anyone else does. 

Maeve is almost always glued to you at pick-up time. So when Eddie slips through the door and into the room he scans for the messy bun that you’re partial to by the end of the day. He’d obviously scan for Maeve, it’s just that she’s so small and gets lost behind the cubbies and masses of toys. Plus, to Eddie’s dismay, she’s still not walking and tends to be firmly planted on her tush, further concealing her from view. 

She’s already fourteen months, shouldn’t she be walking? The books say she should be walking.

You’re standing today, which makes finding you much easier. And as expected, his Maeve is sitting cheerfully on your hip, little hands fisting your work polo. 

“Miss. Y/N, I think you can put Maeve down. She’s stopped crying,” Dawn suggests with a furrowed, judgmental brow.

Dawn isn’t wrong, Maeve has stopped crying. She stopped crying the moment you picked her up, which only means that on her way back down the waterworks will start all over again. Maeve’s already snug on your hip, has been going on ten minutes now; she sees the other kids going home and she’s antsy for her daddy — she put two and two together long ago. She’s one of the smartest cookies in your little daycare jar. 

Do you favor Maeve from the class? Sure. Yes. Miss. Dawn knows it, you know it. You wouldn’t be carrying little Penny around for ten minutes during the chaos of pick-up — Penny is not nearly as docile, sweet, or (regrettably) as cute as Maeve.

Penny’s dad isn’t as sweet or cute as Maeve’s either. Seeing Eddie at pick-up is a highlight every day for you. And you’ll be damned to let Miss. Dawn get her grubby fingers on Maeve before you get the chance.

You don’t know it, but Eddie agrees. He also doesn’t want Miss. Dawn getting her grubby fingers on Maeve before you. Those pick-ups are short; Miss. Dawn doesn’t give Eddie the details of Maeve’s day like you do. Not the way he craves.

So, it’s best to keep the baby close come 5:00 PM.

You start turning to tell Dawn that you’re perfectly capable of doing your job with a toddler on your hip, it’s kind of the whole reason you were hired; multitasking as a sport, and all. But your attention is averted — most days you can smell him before you see him, today is one of them.

With your back turned, assisting little Anthony with some crayons, you smell the lingering scents of motor oil and gasoline, and you can’t smell it from here, but you know when you pass Maeve off, you’ll smell the cucumber of his shampoo and the cigarettes beneath it all. And maybe none of that should be attractive, but you reckon Eddie could make anything a desirable scent if he wore it enough. 

You know he’s there and you gasp excitedly purely for Maeve’s amusement, “Maevie, look who’s here!” With your hand lightly cupping her head to steady, you swing Maeve around to shift her attention onto her father whose dimples are already cranked tight in the widest smile you’ve seen to date. 

Eddie’s smile is so pretty that you flush every. single. time — and the smile isn’t even for you. It beams right into Maeve like the damn sun and she’s the world. 

“Mae, is that daddy?” You ask with extra encouragement on the daddy. 

Maeve’s doe-eyes grow impossibly round and she lets loose a shrill shriek of wholesome love, “Da-dy!” If there were glass in the room you swear it would have cracked from the wave of her piercing octave.

“Hi, Maevie-baby!” Eddie sing-songs, leaning over the desk like he can’t get close enough fast enough. 

Maevie giggles sweetly, bouncing against your hip, her delicate curls rebounding against her cheeks. Her arms reach reach reach out for Eddie from across the room, twisting in your hold so much she kicks both legs out in front of herself. You have to quickly pull your knee up so her butt drops onto the top of your thigh rather than down to the floor.

“Whoops, Mae, careful,” you chide, taking a deep breath as you hike her back up onto your hip. You smile wearily at Eddie as you cross the room to him. He chuckles, smiling in response to the worry knit between your brows. 

“She’s quick to squirm, isn’t she?” He says it like he’s proud, leaning an elbow onto the sign-out desk. “Like a sssnake,” he says gleefully to Maeve who squeals and shakes her head like she’s agreeing.

“Sake, sake,” she twitters happily.

Maeve knows six words, Daddy, No, Hi, Bye, Juice, and Snake (still working on that one, the N after the S is not so easy). No is her favorite, Juice a close second.

Eddie meets you at the closed child gate and you pass her over the barrier to him, Maeve practically leaps, her little foot kicking-off of your hip. Her arms lock around Eddie’s neck in a vice and he hisses through a smile as her razor fingernails dig into the skin at his neck. Eddie needles a few fingers under her tiny hands to loosen her assault. 

The look is all too familiar and it makes you chuckle as you both meet back at the desk. 

“I was going to trim her nails for you,” you admit shyly. It’s not part of your job but it’s something you do periodically for Eddie. After an unfortunate scratching incident at home and a bashful confession of how scared he is to do it himself – fearful he’ll hurt her – you offered to do it for him. “But I wanted to ask you first.”

Eddie sweeps the wayward curls from Maeve’s face so he can press a wet kiss to her rosy chubby cheek. She’s not so willing to return the affection today, happier to keep her face planted in the juncture of his neck. He can feel her drool pooling into the collar of his tee shirt already, hear her heavy mouth-breathing in his ear. 

“Please, you can do it whenever you think she needs it. I— she won’t sit still for me—,”

“I know,” you placate softly, he doesn’t need to confess again. And Eddie’s grateful for it — he’s embarrassed every time he has to admit he can’t do something for his daughter. As if he needs to give more people, more reason, to doubt him. “I’ll do it tomorrow,” you tell him. “Okay, Maevie?” You reach across the desk to pinch her little socked toes. She wiggles in Eddie’s arm, but stays put, face hidden.

One of these days you’ll tell him that you just cut them while she’s sleeping. But right now, there’s a certain look of affection Eddie gives you when he picks her up with trimmed nails and you’d really like to keep receiving it. 

“Thank you,” Eddie sighs admiringly. “How was your day- her day- the day? How was the day?” Fucking hell, Munson. He doesn’t really have the energy to be embarrassed, he is though. Keeping his eyes down as he turns the clipboard around to scribble his name next to Maeve’s.

You’re of course left wondering if he’d actually been curious about how your day had been or was it just a slip of the tongue?

You hop onto the stool without melting your brain over it. After a quick glance behind yourself to make sure Miss. Dawn isn’t drowning in toddlers, you take the clipboard back to initial. 

“She was great! We played with blocks, read a few stories, Red Fish, Blue Fish three times,” you both laugh, it’s her favorite. “She ate her lunch without a fuss, took a short nap…”

Eddie nods along as you continue, always excited to hear about her day. Always happy to listen to you tell him about her day. Equally happy when Maeve’s knackered enough to doze right away so that he can have these few minutes uninterrupted to chat with you. Though, he’s never quite mustered the courage to say the things he really wants to — You’re really beautiful. This is my favorite part of every day. I love that my daughter loves you. Can I take you for a cup of coffee? Are you into single dad mechanics with a ton of emotional baggage and very little money?

“… she still hasn’t taken any steps, but I think we’re getting close,” you continue. “She pulled herself up with the blocks table this afternoon, she let go and wobbled a little bit. She just doesn’t want to take that first step yet, y’know?” Eddie’s already expressed to you that he doesn’t mind missing her first step, he just wants her to take it – desperately.

He’s desperate to make sure his daughter never falls behind. Desperate, already, to make sure that she’s better than him in every way. And if he can’t even teach her to walk what else is he going to fuck up down the road?

You deliver the same news to him every day. And every day he adorns the same look of defeat.

“She’s not behind, you know,” you assure Eddie with sympathetic eyes. His hand lightly pats Maevie’s back before turning it into a slow rub. His fingers splay wide, his hand covering the entire width of her. His eyes roam behind you, no doubt looking at the other toddlers wobble about on their feet. “Some babies don’t walk until they’re twenty months, sometimes even older. Maevie makes progress every day.”

“I know, I know…” He looks back to you and smiles, it’s a little forced and it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. Maeve’s arms go limp around his neck and she gets heavier in Eddie’s hold, he shifts his weight to one side.

“I think fifteen will be her month,” you proclaim with a smile. Eddie appreciates it more than you know, but you said that about fourteen so he won’t hold his breath.

“She’s tired, huh?” He says it to you, but he’s really just talking to himself as Maeve’s little unconscious twenty-two pound body starts to pull him down. He shifts again to hike her up, her head slides from his neck, folding against his chest, her fine curls shield the fluorescents from her shut eyes.

“Never more comfortable than when she’s in Daddy’s arms,” you say – Eddie thinks – syrupy sweet. His eyes finally shift from disappointment to glittering. It’s like looking into Maeve’s, just more intense, bigger and brighter. He smiles, almost as wide as he did when he got here. 

It’s now, in the silence after your praise, where the question is on the tip of his tongue. He’s about to ask it, his lips are parting to speak and your endearing gaze is only aiding in his confidence.

“Would you-,” the door flies open behind him with a loud crack against the wall. Eddie instinctively curls Maeve into his body, his free hand pushing her into his chest protectively as he turns towards the sound. Maeve flinches awake in his arms, a whine bubbling in her gut from the startling sound. Eddie immediately starts to soothe her with soft hushes and a bounce. 

“Miss. Y/N, Mrs. Codelle says she’s going to be late for pick-up. Shooting for 6:30. You’re okay to stay the extra half, yes?” Michelle’s eyes flick to Eddie’s. “Oh, Mr. Munson, thought you were here. You left your mark on the front door again,” she says a bit passive-aggressively if Eddie does say so himself. He holds back the eye roll, Maeve lifts her head finally, a frown tugging at the corner of her mouth. Eddie could kick Michelle for three reasons she’s only given him in the last thirty seconds. 

“Sorry, Michelle. I’ll wipe it up on my way out.”

“No need,” she huffs. “Already done.” Her eyes switch back to you. “I’m going to tell Mrs. Codelle that 6:30 is fine.”

“Yes, ma’am,” you agree quickly. Not that she would have really given you a choice regardless. 

“And if you would help Miss. Dawn,” she nods behind you, “looks like she’s drowning in toddlers.”

And she is. With two on either hip, one clutched to her leg as she attempts to explain to Anthony that he needs to share his crayons. You hop off the stool as Michelle’s stare holds firm without falter.

You steal a glance to Eddie who shoots you a sympathetic smile even though Maeve is about to erupt like a volcano of emotion in his arms. He can feel her small body tense, and the hiccup that pregames the cry. He hurriedly bids both you and Michelle goodbye and scrambles out into the parking lot before the entire facility can hear Maeve let him have it.

And she does, the moment he steps out of the building. A cry, a shriek so loud that Eddie winces. Her tiny hand slaps repeatedly at his face, the other tangles and pulls at his hair. Eddie grabs the wrist of the hand bombarding his face, holding it down against his chest.

“I know, baby. That Michelle woke you up. A real bitch that one.”

Eddie thinks Maeve agrees by the howl that leaves her next. He tries to ignore it, she’s just tired. He knows once the car starts moving she’ll calm down but getting her into the car-seat is something of its own entirely. 

With all four limbs kicking and tears soaking into her yellow dress, Eddie begs Maeve to relax as he pulls her arms gingerly through their straps.

“Maevie, please, baby. We’re about to go home. Home. You like home. I’ll get you juice and your snake. Daddy will get you juice and your snake. Ice cream … Grandpa … Fraggle Rock, more juice?” He doesn’t know what he’s saying, he will in fact give her juice and her pink plushie snake when they get home, but really he’s just repeating words he knows she understands. It doesn’t work the way he hoped it would.

Eddie manages to click the final buckle of her seat without injury to the toddler, but Maeve’s got a grip in his hair that she tugs and tugs with every scream that rattles through her. Eddie finds himself stuck with his forehead pressed to her hot temple, willing the impending headache to stay at bay, thinking about the cigarette he’ll get to have as soon as she goes to bed … in four hours.

He thinks that maybe he’ll just pick up a pizza on the way home. If he ever gets there.

“Uh-oh, Mae. You got daddy in that vice grip, huh?”

Eddie recognizes your voice immediately and somehow that headache seems far away.

Even though it’s a struggle in this position, Maeve and Eddie lock eyes and her crying comes to a halt. They both share a curious gaze and he feels the tension release from his hair.

“Da-dy,” Maeve whispers with a sticky tongue.

“Daddy,” Eddie agrees. He leans up slowly and Maeve’s fingers slide with ease from his curls, he sighs with relief. 

“Sorry to interrupt,” you say. 

“No, no,” Eddie says a little too urgently, scratching at the part of his scalp Maeve wanted to rip off. He wipes his palm down Maeve’s tear stained cheeks, maybe a little too roughly, she scrunches her nose and pulls away. Eddie plasters on his best smile before turning around. “We were just at the tail end of our disagreement, isn’t that right Mae?”

Maeve babbles. 

Eddie’s eyes fall to the large black back slung over your shoulder and he leaps into action.

“Shit, I’m so sorry!” He apologizes as he takes the strap of his heavy diaper bag in his fist and off of your shoulder “Thank you.” He slides the forgotten bag onto the floor beneath Maeve’s dangling feet. 

“No problem. I uh, I put her shoes in there. She doesn’t really like them.”

“Destined to crawl forever,” Eddie quips.

“Right across that graduation stage,” you joke, it’s followed by a wince. Your brows furrow with embarrassment, your lips curling awkwardly over your teeth. You know how sensitive Eddie is about her walking, it was a lapse in judgement on your part and the toe of your sneaker hits the heel of your other.  

But for as guilty as you feel, Eddie doesn’t seem to mind the joke. Nodding with one of his impressive smiles.

“As long as she graduates, right?”

“For sure,” you laugh lightly. 

“Da-dy, da-dy, da-dy!” Maeve sings from the car, followed by more incoherent chattering. You both look to her happily swaying in her seat, legs kicking about. She’s not particularly impressed to see you, but it’s only been a few minutes, tomorrow morning she’ll be excited again. 

“Maevie, Maevie, Maevie,” Eddie sings backs. “Wanna say bye-bye to Miss. Y/N?”

Maevie cranes her body forward despite the resistance of her straps, or in spite of them, probably the latter. She shakes her head to rid her face of her unruly curls but she only makes it worse. Eddie extends a helping hand, tucking what hair will fit behind her tiny ear. 

“Bye-bye, Maeve. I’ll see you tomorrow,” baby-talk should be a skill listed on your resume. You wave to her and she kicks her feet a little higher. 

“Bye!” Maeve squeals.

“Bye!” You repeat with half the enthusiasm she had. 

“Watch your fingers, baby,” Eddie says as he watches her fingers for her; she doesn’t know what the hell he’s saying. He shuts the car door and leans his back against it. 

“Well, you two have a good night. I’ll see you at drop-off,” you say as you take a few steps back towards the building. Part of you wants to say more, but what?

You don’t have to decide.

“Hey…” Eddie starts as he pushes himself off of the car, you stop moving. His heart is starting to thump, he’s not as silver-tongued as he was two years ago. His hand finds its way to massage the back of his neck, and when you tilt your head his breath hitches in his throat.

“Yeah?”

“Are you free—.” Nope, try again. “Would you be interested in maybe getting a cup of coffee or-or d-dinner,” he stumbles, “some time? Or breakfast? Ice cream? Lunch? iHop? Maeve loves iHop,” he slams his eyes shut. He’s sure you don’t want smiley face pancakes. He’s meant to be suggesting things a grown woman would like, not a toddler. “I’m sorry,” he shakes his head clear, eyes reopening on yours and they’re shining. There’s a kink of a smirk on the corner of your mouth that makes him stutter again. “Or-or literally anywhere you’re interested — please feel free to save me from myself at anytime,” he pleads, a laugh bubbling from his chest. His cheeks turn even pinker and he’s letting his hair conceal his embarrassment.

Your smile only grows. “I like iHop, too.”

A wave of relief washes over Eddie cleansing him of his flushed face. He straightens up, a little shocked. He hadn’t really thought of your response, he just knew he had to ask you or what-ifs would eat him alive. 

“You— okay,” he breathes through a smile, the hand on his neck wringing it to the point of pain. “Saturday?”

“Saturday’s perfect,” you nod. 

“Perfect,” Eddie repeats. 

“Perfect,” it’s a cross of mockery and a lame attempt at flirting. “See you at drop-off,” you say as you turn around and head for the building. “Goodnight, Eddie.”

“Goodnight,” he calls. 

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“We got a date with Miss. Y/N, Maeve. What do you think about that, hm? Your dad’s still got it,” he boasters, taking a swig of his root beer. 

Maeve ignores him entirely, favoring the pizza in front of her instead. Her little ponytail sways as she bobs happily.

Whatever IT is, Eddie probably doesn’t really still have it. But you said yes, so, that’s gotta count for something. 

“You’re gonna be good for daddy, right? When we go to iHop?”

“Hop,” Maeve says, cheese pressed between her perfect baby teeth. 

“i-Hop,” he encourages. 

“Hop,” she says again as she gnaws on another square of pizza, it’s fucking cute and he watches with nothing short of admiration. 

Maeve’s calf eyes unintentionally land on his devoted gaze and she stops chewing. And like she’s the sun incarnate, Maeve’s smile opens up, beaming Eddie’s very own twinkling smile back at him.

With her dimples filled with marinara sauce and crumbs peppering her lips, he feels an ache in his chest that was always meant just for her.

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❀ thanks so much for reading - any feedback and support is so, so appreciated ❀

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Is it bad I read ur fic at least 6 times already

wow thank you 🥺 im happy you read it once!!! let alone more??!! <333 im kickin my feet over here

[ilovemetallica]

The fic is just so cute I love it so much ♡

[lightvixxen]

What if you took pics of yourself to give as little gifts for him!!

He’d go feral <3 you slipping him pictures, some innocent, some down right filthy! Sometimes you slip him two, an innocent one that’s covering a nude one<3 ORR an nude disguised as an innocent picture<33 like yk the virgin killer sweaters?? Yeah imagine wearing that, standing infront of a mirror while you take a pic for Eddie!!

When he looks at it, he smiles bc at first glance it just looks like you took a picture of yourself smiling, a subtle collar around your neck! But when he looks a little closer he notices that the sweater dips a little too far down…and then he notices your not wearing ANYTHING under the sweater!! The mirror giving everything away<33

[jasontoddsmommyissues]

PSA for non-metal fans:

1. Most of the bands Eddie canonically likes are considered Thrash or Speed Metal, or New Wave of British Heavy Metal, which was a major influence of Thrash and Speed Metal. Bands like Motley Crue, Guns and Roses, Def Leppard and Van Halen on the other hand are glam metal bands, which is generally known to be more “pop-y”/have more mainstream appeal than the extreme metal subgenres like the ones Eddie’s into. Not saying he wouldn’t listen to them at all but those bands are probably a bit tame for his taste.

2. Punk and Metal are two distinct genres of rock. There’s some similarities but they are on a whole different, and have different subcultures surrounding them. Again, not saying Eddie would dislike punk bands, but they wouldn’t be what he was primarily listening to.

3. It’s not uncommon for metalheads to incorporate bandanas into their outfits. The black skull bandana in Eddie’s pocket isn’t hanky code, it’s just how a heavy metal fan from the mid-80s would dress. (Same thing with the handcuffs in his room. Plenty of people have used handcuffs as belts before)

4. Heavy metal is still a thing today. There’s plenty of modern metal bands, and even some of the bands Eddie would’ve been listening to in the 80s still make music and tour. So yes, a modern version of Eddie would probably still be a metalhead.

[resident-bowie-bitch]

Too Late - Pt 7  

paring: Gareth Emerson x fem!reader

summary: You’ve always secretly pined over Eddie Munson, your best friend, but when you find out he’s dating Chrissy Cunningham, you reach your breaking point. you seek comfort from Gareth, your second best friend. you figure out he’s got a crush, but you don’t know who, you were determined to figure it out though. but he was determined to keep his feelings for you locked away forever. but plans change, right?

warnings: (18+) being in underwear, suggestive conversation, manipulative Eddie, kinda smut, kissing, touching, semi public smut kinda, mentions of alcohol.

character description: fem, she/her pronouns, female anatomy, hair at least long enough to tie up.

8.5 k words

part 6 part 8 coming soon

Wednesday afternoon rolled around. You were walking side by side with Chrissy, on your way to her house. You had never been before, it was safe to say you were nervous. You decided not to tell her too much about yesterday's experience with Gareth, you thought it would be too personal to share. Though, you did tell her some things. 

“And then I took my shirt off and he took off his.” You smiled, walking sideways to face her, “It was really nice… and comfortable.” 

“Go Y/N!” She cheered, grabbing your hand and swinging it between you in excitement. 

“And, this Friday we're gonna take another step. I don’t know what yet, but we decided just to let it happen naturally, you know?”

“That's a good idea, you sure you're okay with it being so soon?” 

You nodded, “Yeah, actually. Well, I’m a little nervous, but I think it’s just first time nerves, you know?” you sighed, a soft smile resting naturally on your lips, “I feel really comfortable with him.” 

“That’s good.” She squeezed your hand, “Though, just because you set a date to do stuff, doesn’t mean you actually have to do it if it ends up feeling wrong.” 

You nodded, “Yeah… I know.”

“Good.” She grinned, pulling out the keys to her front door, “Now, how much money you got? Can we splurge on a couple sets?” 

You blushed, “I have a fair bit saved up… never had to spend any on weed before.”

She giggled, “Benefits of a drug dealer best friend.” 

“Not any more I suppose.” you shrugged, your demeanour dropping, “But anyway, I think I can buy a couple.” 

“Mum will drive us there in ten.” 

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“Okay,” You sighed, looking at yourself in the wonky mirror of your small, brightly lit changing room, “it’s on.” 

“Can I see?” She called from the other side of the curtain. 

You tipped your head, sliding your hand over the fabric of the panties you were trying on, “Yeah, come in.”

She smiled and dipped inside the curtain, careful not to open it too much and expose you to the entire dressing room. She looked over your shoulder at your reflection and smiled. You turned back to her, a little unsure of yourself. She grabbed your bra strap, adjusting it to give you a little more lift, and then the other one, making sure they were even. 

“It looks great.”

“You sure?” you bit your lip.

“Absolutely, he’s gonna flip his shit.” 

You laughed, “Maybe…”

“Come on.” She shook her head, “Not only are you standing here in a really sexy set of underwear, it’s in his favourite colour. He’s gonna lose it.” 

You swallowed tracing your finger over the loose lace on the underside of your bra. It was emerald green, the cups were a see through mesh, decorated with floral lace pattern for some coverage, but if you looked close enough you could faintly see your nipples under. It was quite low cut, and pushed your breasts up a lot. It did look quite nice, though, you were a little unsure, nerves flying. You weren't just buying a set of underwear, you were buying it for him, and you wanted to make sure it was right. The panties matched, the waistline on the hip was just a strap, just about as thick as your bra straps, the fabric covering your ass and cunt was a mesh like the bra cups, the extra lace only covering your most private areas. 

“Did you wanna try on the garter belt?” she held up the flimsy piece of fabric. 

“Isn’t that a little advanced for a virgin?” you quirked your eyebrow. 

“Well, you don’t have to wear it the first time,” She shrugged with a smile, “but when you get a bit more… into it.” 

Your face blushed red, “I mean… okay?” 

You stepped into the belt, and fixed it to sit just above your belly button. It had two thigh garters already attached, and you wiggled them around till they sat right. 

“What do you think?” 

‘Yes.” She nodded, “If you think you like it, one hundred percent, yes.” 

You looked at yourself, tugging at the lace a little, “How much is it?” 

“Uh, the whole set will cost you eighty dollars.” she smoothed the tag on your back. 

“Shit.” you thought for a moment, “Okay, why not? Save it for a rainy day?” 

“Exactly.” she smiled, “You still want to get the black one too?” 

You looked at the black lacy set you had previously tried on, this one was more like a bralette, and the panties were a lacy g-string. You quickly checked the tags, “Yeah, I’ve got enough money for it.” 

“Yay.” She clapped her hands together, giving you some privacy to change back into your own clothes. 

After changing, you collected your belongings, clutching the underwear tightly in your hand. You rubbed your thumb over the green lace and smiled. Chrissy was right, you knew that, he was gonna lose it seeing you in that. And holy fuck did the thought get you wet. 

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Once arriving back home, you dropped the bag down on your dresser. You were sitting in your bed, already dressed in your pyjamas, comfy little shorts and the shirt you stole from Gareth. You were lying on your stomach, sketch pad in front of you, your Corroded Coffin mix playing, your pen mindlessly drawing a picture of Gareth. There was a soft knock on your door, and your mother called out your name. You didn’t look up, continuing to draw as you replied, 

“Come in, I’m decent.” 

“You have some guests.” She smiled as she pushed open the door, walking back to the kitchen to continue the dinner prep. 

You looked back over your shoulder to find the boys… all of them standing in your doorway. You took a second to process Eddie's unexpected appearance before smiling wide. You grabbed your pillow, sitting it over your sketchbook to save yourself the embarrassment and you sat up. 

“Come in,” you waved your hand, “what brings you to my humble abode, kind sirs?” 

They shuffled into your room awkwardly, Gareth shutting the door behind him. They stole a few unsure glaces at each other, mouthing things, some form of communication you couldn’t quite grasp. You furrowed your eyebrows. 

“Ah, hello?” you cleared your throat, “Look, I’m glad to see you lot, but I was kind of chilling out. And I swear if you're here to have a deep heart to heart where I will inevitably cry, can we please postpone? I’m in a good mood.” 

“We're not.” Eddie spoke quickly, his gaze falling desperately on your eyes. 

You looked at him for a moment, your heart dropping a little, he looked like shit. His skin was paler than usual, his hair was a tatted mess, there were massive bags under his eyes and they were slightly red.

“Eddie.” you whispered, “You okay?” 

He forced a smile, “I am now.” 

Your eyes fell to the ground, and then to Gareth. He looked discouraged, fighting between crying and clawing Eddie’s eye’s out. 

“Well don’t get too comfortable.” you were quick to hide your emotions away, he couldn’t know how much you were hurting, “Why are you here?”

Your change in tone cut him deep. Gareth wasn’t sure what to feel. Eddie shook his head, chasing his thoughts and feelings away, pulling his hands out from behind his back and presenting you with a small little rectangle, terribly wrapped in old Christmas paper, a pink ribbon tied around it. 

“Happy birthday, prin- ah, Y/N.” 

You glared at him, “Now you want to appreciate my birthday?” 

“I-” 

Gareth stepped forward, snatching the gift from his hand and walking over to you, sitting beside you as he dropped it in your hands, “It’s from all of us.”

Your eyes widened, you looked up at him, body erupting with excitement, “The recording studio?” 

He smiled and nodded, “Yup, freshly recorded this afternoon.” 

“Ah!” you jumped up and raced over to your speaker, ripping the paper off the gift and shoving the tape into the player, “I’m so excited.” 

You pressed play, and there was a strong guitar riff to begin with. You looked on the back of the tape case to find the song list, the first song was an old one, one of your favourites, Death Row. It didn’t have any meaning, it was just metal music, but it was fun to listen to, and you could dance to it. You began to bop your head and tap your foot along to the beat. When the drums came in you looked over to Gareth, smiling at him softly. 

“It sounds fucking amazing.” you gushed, banging your head a little more now, “Proper quality.” 

“It was really cool to record as well.” Jeff chimed in. 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, totally awesome.” Grant grinned, “We have to do it again.” 

“Next time, invite me to come watch.” You smiled up at them all, “This is so cool.” 

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You were a few songs into the tape now, and you had all settled in comfortably into your room. Jeff and Grant were sitting on your floor in a quiet discussion about whether the bass or guitar sounded better in this particular track, you and Gareth were laying on your bed together, on your stomachs and you were showing him some of your sketches… Well, everyone was comfortable except Eddie. He sat at your dressing table, knees pulled up to his chest as he just stared at you and Gareth. 

“No…” you laughed softly, quietly conversing with your boyfriend, “I just do it for fun.”

“You're always telling us we could make some money off the band,” He smiled, “why can’t you make money off these?”

“Because I’m not serious about it, Gar Bear.” you shook your head, flipping the page, “Plus - and I mean you no offence - I just don’t think many people are interested in buying drawings of you.” 

He blushed ridiculously, glancing over at you with wide eyes before grinning back down at the page. He drew his finger lightly over the blue curve of his nose. 

“This is really good.” 

You smiled, “Really pretty, you mean.” 

He rolled his eyes playfully, “Fine… it’s really pretty.”

You grinned, your leg wrapping around his mindlessly, “He admits it, I’m shocked.” 

“You did me a lot of justice.” he gestured to the page. 

“Nuh uh.” you shook your head, “Just drew you super realistically.” 

“Hey-” Eddie’s voice made the both of you turn your heads. 

He couldn’t bear to look at you with Gareth. With another best friend. He hated the thought of you replacing him with his best friend, or even with his girlfriend. And he hated that, for some reason unbeknownst to him, you were seemingly flirting with the drummer. He hated that a lot. 

“Yeah?” you rolled onto your side, back pressing up against Gareth's shoulder to get a better look at him. 

“I’m sorry-”

“Eddie, I said I wasn’t in the mood.” 

“Can you just let me fucking apologise? Please?” his eyes looked so desperate. 

You stared at him for a moment. You knew better than to give him the satisfaction, to give him your time, your energy. After the way he’d been treating you and the band - the way he treated Chrissy - you wanted to hate him with every fibre of your being. But one look at those fucking eyes and he was pulling you back in. He was your best friend, your oldest friend, your closest friend since elementary school. You didn’t want to lose him, even though he was rude, abusive, and a little manipulative. He was still your best friend, the person you loved most in the world, even without the romantic feelings. You couldn’t help yourself, you wanted to hear his apology. You wanted your best friend back. 

“Okay.” you breathed out, and he was taken aback, half expecting you to say no and tell him to fuck off. 

Gareth looked over at you, jealousy and hurt panged at his heart. He thought you would say no, he thought you would tell Eddie he didn’t deserve that. He knew you deserved better than his shitty best friend. But fuck, the way Eddie looked at you in that moment, the way you looked at him - he trusted you with his whole heart, if you said your feelings for Eddie had dissipated then he would be stupid to argue, but maybe, just maybe Eddie still had feelings for you. He thought those feelings had gone away years ago, when he bumped into Chrissy after Hellfire one night. But maybe he lied. Or maybe those feelings had come back. And maybe yours were coming back too, and the thought of that made his heart shatter. He bit down on his lip, tears threatened to spill from his eyes but he didn’t let them. He hid his face away and just listened, torturing himself all the more. 

He swallowed, “I’m- I’m so sorry.” 

“Okay.” 

“I really can’t lose you, Princess-”

“Eddie, I thought we fucking settled this?” 

He gritted his teeth, “I don’t care!” he stood, “I don’t care. I don’t. I’ve always called you that, you are my fucking princess. If I want to call you that, I can!” 

You nodded slowly, “So why did you say it to Chrissy?” 

He took a small step back, “I- I don’t- I was trying to…” he looked around the room, it felt like the walls were closing in, “I don’t know.” 

You sighed, “I felt - feel, replaced, Eddie.” you sat up, “You found a better version of me, one you could kiss, and that got you hard and you moved on.” 

“No-”

“No.” you shook your head, “You found someone who wasn’t a freak, and you left me in the dust. All that false conformity crap you preach biting you in the ass.” 

“She’s not better than you, I promise.” 

“Tread lightly, Eddie. She’s my best friend now, and it you say some fucked up shit I’m gonna tell her.” 

He swallowed, taking a second, thinking of what he could say, “She just- she wanted me.” 

You sighed, “Yeah, and you have wanted her for years. I don’t understand.” 

“I focused on her because she really wanted me.” he shook his head, “She wanted to spend every moment with me, and she- she appreciated me. She still does. And for some reason, she doesnt find me gross and she wants- she kisses me.” 

A tear slipped from your eye, “Okay, but that doesn’t mean you leave us-”

“She wants me!” He stepped a little closer, “She wants me, and you don’t. She treats me like I am someone, none of you do that.” 

“Excuse me?” 

“None of you treat me like she does.” 

Your eyes fluttered shut for a moment and you stood up to reach his eyeline, or as much as you could given your height difference, “Where the fuck did you pull that idea from? We have done nothing but love you, Eddie.” 

“Bull shit-”

“Bull shit my ass!” you shouted, “Everything I have done since fucking middle school had been in your godforsaken best fucking interest!” you shoved at his chest. 

“Bull-”

“Don’t you fucking dare.” Gareth was up and standing beside you now, anger seething through him, he pulled you back a little, stepping between you and Eddie, “She has done nothing but love you man, and you constantly just treat her like shit.”

“Maybe recently a bit-”

“Nah man.” Gareth shook his head, “You have always treated her like shit.” 

Eddie leant forward, teeth gritted, his face close to Gareths in an attempt to intimidate, “Give me one fucking example.” 

But Gareth just shoved him back, “Do you ever notice when she’s sad, unless she's actually crying in front of you or telling you word for word that she’s hurting? Do you ever take an interest in her interests- and not metal, or anything that you're interested in too- do you ever look at her art, do you ever take the time to actually tell her how great she is? How about that time, I think it was three years ago now, when Carver was being a dick to both of you and instead of telling her that ‘no, she’s not getting fat’, you told her to lay off the chocolate shakes.” 

Eddie took a step back, only now realising that he’s not the best friend in the world. 

“Yeah,” Gareth nodded, “There’s fucking more. Do you remember that party in middle school? The one where we all played spin the bottle? Remember you told me that if I landed on her, I shouldn’t kiss her anyway, because apparently she was a really shit kisser? And remember when she so clearly was into you after you did kiss her, and you just brushed her off and kissed a bunch of other girls right in front of her? And then, when her feelings for you developed, and she constantly flirted with you, you refused to acknowledge her. But still, you told every guy that looked her way that she was yours, and that they weren't allowed to ask her out- heck, I’m not even allowed to compliment her.”

“I’m-” He looked back over Gareth's shoulder at you, “You didn’t-” 

“You always called her a slut when she’d dress up nice in hopes of getting another guy to notice her because you never did.” He shook his head, pointing a finger against Eddie’s chest, “And who was there to pick up the fucking peices? Me. Because I know she deserves better than the shit you constantly put her through. Do you remember on her sixteenth birthday, she invited Joel Neils to her party because he had asked her out on a date the week before, and when you found out, you told him to get lost. And when she came crying to you about being dumped out of the blue, you told her it was because she wasn’t good enough for a guy like-”

“Okay,” you grabbed Gareth’s arm, pulling him back, “Gareth, that’s enough.” 

“No it’s not.” He pulled out of your grasp, “He deserves to know all the pain he’s caused you over the years-”

“Gare-” 

“He deserves to know how much he was hurting you, whilst you continued to call him your best friend, whilst you continued to love him. He deserves to feel worse pain than you did.”

“Gareth, please-”

“He’s right.” Eddie’s voice cracked. 

You looked at him longingly, your gaze falling back to Gareth. You had never seen him so angry. He took a breath. 

“Jovi, the day you came to me, and told me that you were in love with him, my heart fucking broke.” He turned back to Eddie, “Because I hated that you put her through all that pain and suffering, said all those horrible things to her, and she still loved you. She still put you up on this pedestal and worshiped the fucking ground-”

“Gareth please.” You tugged at his arm again, teary eyed. 

He went to turn back to Eddie, to continue scolding him, but the sadness in your eyes had his mind blank. The only thoughts now in his head were to make you comfortable again. 

You shook your head, “I don’t want to hear it.” 

“It’s true?” Eddie asked, and you both switched your attention to him, “You do… love me?” 

You rubbed your forehead, “I love you, as my best friend.” you sighed, “But your making it really, really fucking hard to love you at all, Eddie.” 

His heart sank.

You turned to Gareth and leant in to whisper in his ear, “Give me a minute alone with him? I’ll just let him say what he wants to say, sort our own shit out.”

He looked at you, then at Eddie, then at you again, “You want to be alone… with him?” He swallowed the lump in his throat. 

“Not like that.” You squeezed his arm softly, “He’s clearly holding back his honesty with you around, I’ll tell you everything, I promise.” 

He was hesitant, his eyes glassy, he licked his lips. You brought your hand to his cheek, your cold hand almost stinging his warm skin. You brushed your thumb along his cheekbone, the tip dusting over his bottom lashes. You smiled reassuringly, 

“I’ll call you if I need back up.” you booped his nose, “You can be my knight in shining armour.” 

He nodded, a hint of uncertainty in his eyes. He grabbed Jeff and Grant and led them out of the room, closing the door behind him. You turned back to Eddie. 

“Full honesty, right now. You have two minutes. You talk, then I will tell you what I’m feeling. No questions asked, just blatant honesty, please.” 

He took a deep breath, preparing himself to speak, “I’m sorry. I am really, really fucking sorry. I know I’ve fucked up everything about us, about my friendships with everyone. But I’m trying to make amends, I really am. I- I still have my hesitations about you and Chrissy being so close. I don’t like it, and that’s a fact. But, I think I can come to terms with it. I tried calling her today, to apologise, but she wasn’t home again. I’m gonna call her tonight, go to her house or something. Properly apologise. I need her just as much as I need you, I realise that now. I’ve said some pretty fucked up shit, I know- but, Y/N-” His breath hitched, “Did I really hurt you like that?”

You shied away, “No questions.” 

He swallowed, “Fuck, I did. I did, didn’t I? Fuck. I didn’t even- I didn't know. I was just- I don’t know what I was doing. I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry, for everything. Please, you mean everything to me, princess. Fucking everything…” He dropped to his knees in front of you, a shaky breath leaving his lips and he wrapped his arms around your legs, pressing his tear stained cheeks into your flesh, “Please, please forgive me. Or at least find it in your heart to move on, give me a second chance? I’ll be better. I will never say that shit again, fuck- I’ll do everything I can to fix this. I’d do anything for you, I swear. I swear on my fucking life. Please. I need you. I need you so much-”

“Eddie stop.” You reached down to pull his face back from your knee, the tears on his cheeks and the purely wrecked look on his face split your heart in two. 

“I’m-” He sobbed, “Please.” 

You took a few deep breaths, “You're a dick.” 

He nodded profusely, “I am, I’m even worse, I know.”

“You're rude, you're manipulative, you're controlling, you're abusive.” you sighed, sweeping a hand through his greasy locks, “You broke my heart.” 

“I’m- I’m so sorry-”

“Sorry isn’t going to fix anything.” 

You scolded yourself for sympathising with him. You didn’t know why your heart still beat for him. It was purely platonic now, that you knew, that you were sure of. But still, he hurt you more as a friend then he did as a love interest. But the blatant fact remained; you missed your best friend more than fucking anything. 

“If you can show me that you mean it, that you really are sorry, and that you're trying to change- to fix yourself…” You swallowed thickly, “then I will forgive you.” 

His eyes widened, his jaw hung slack and he looked at you with deep hope and adoration, “Really?” 

You hated yourself, “Yes. But you really have to prove yourself.” 

“I- I will, I promise.” He hugged your legs so tightly. 

You swept your hand through his locks again and looked over at the collection of pictures hanging on your wall. Your eyes fixed on a photo of you and Eddie in your last year of elementary school. You were both happy and smiling, playing in the sand pit together. You missed those simpler times, when none of this shit happened. You looked back down at him. 

“Still no princess, please.” You hummed and he peeled away from your legs to look at you, “I don’t like it anymore. It feels- horrible.” 

His heart sank, but he nodded, bringing himself to his feet, “Can I please hug you?” 

You sighed, “Yeah.” 

He pulled you into a tight embrace, and the moment your head pressed up against his chest, all your emotions came flying out. Your lip quivered and you began to cry, hot tears soaking into the fabric of his shirt. You missed this - him. You squeezed him tighter, burying your face deeper into his chest. He cradled your head with his hand, his face pressing down into the crook of your neck, subtly taking in your scent - something he so desperately missed. His other hand gripped around your back tighter, his fingers twisting into your (Gareth's) shirt. You both sobbed there for a while, a good three minutes at least, almost an entire song playing through in the background. He pressed a soft kiss to your temple, something he often did when you needed comfort, or before you went to sleep, or whenever you cuddled. It was a gesture that always made you feel so warm and fuzzy, but now it felt forced, unnatural, wrong even. And whilst it felt safe to be so close to Eddie again, you were definitely right about one thing, Gareth was much more comfortable, both physically and emotionally. You pulled away, taking a small step back and sheepishly wiped your tears. Eddie did the same. 

“I really missed you a lot.” 

You scoffed, “That’s your own fault.” 

You chuckled softly, “I know. I’m an idiot.” 

You just nodded and walked over to your door, swinging it open abruptly. Grant and Jeff fell through the doorway into a heap. You looked down at your feet, where their heads rested on the floor and furrowed your eyebrows. 

“You seriously fucking easedropped?” You deadpanned them. 

“For Gareth’s sake.” Jeff mumbled. 

You rolled your eyes and shook your head. You stepped over their bodies and walked down the small hallway till you found Gareth sitting at the dining room table, nursing a mug of tea with your mother. He was slumped on his elbow, a frown on his face, eyebrows knitted together, his lip pouted. Your mum sat with the paper in hand, glasses on, sipping her own tea. 

“Hi.” You smiled at him softly. 

Gareth looked up at you desperately, a little unsure in his feelings. Your mum lowered her paper and pulled her glasses down slightly to look at you over them. She had a lot of sass in her voice, “You're seriously not still in love with him, are you?”

“No mum.” you groaned. 

“Always thought he was trouble. I told you-”

“I get it.”

“You should always listen to me, your mother knows best.” 

“Yup.” you nodded, trying to get her to leave. 

“What did I say about Eddie? That he was troubled. Was I correct? Yes.” she shook her head, “What did I say about Gareth?”

“Mum!”

He stiffened a little. 

“I said he’s a sweet young boy, and a much better match for you.” 

You groaned, “I get it. You know everything.” 

She pointed a stern finger, “Attitude.” 

“Can you please give us some privacy?” you glared at her. 

“You still don’t listen to a single thing I say.” 

“Mum, I don’t need you interfering in my relationships.” you pressed, “I can decide who I should and shouldn’t like on my own.”

“Clearly you can’t if your going back to Eddie-”

“I’m not going back to Eddie!” you shouted and walked over to snatch her paper away, “I’m perfectly happy with Gareth-”

“You admit it!” She exclaimed, an excited smile on her face.

“You already knew.” you shook your head in disbelief. 

“Yeah, but you didn’t admit it.” 

“You only ever asked before it happened.” you sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose, “Now can you please give me and my boyfriend some privacy?”

She looked at you for a moment, then over at Gareth, and then back at you, shaking her head, “No.” she scoffed, “I know what that means-”

“To talk! Mum.” you groaned, “To talk. Were in the loungeroom for fucks sake.”

“Language.” She pressed and snatched her paper back from you, “Teenagers.” she shook her head and left the room. 

You slid down into the chair behind Gareth and pressed your head against his shoulder, letting out an exhausted groan. He swept some hair behind your ear. 

“Did you ask them to eavesdrop?” you mumbled. 

“No actually,” he laughed softly, “but they insisted.” 

“Naturally.” you hummed and lifted your head back up to look at him, “Sorry if I freaked you out.” 

He shrugged. 

“Really, I’m sorry.” you grabbed his hand, “Promise I’m yours, one hundred present.”

He smiled halfheartedly, he wasn’t sure if he believed it, the idea a forign dream to him, “What did he say?” 

“Uhm,” you blew a little air out of your mouth as you thought, “he just apologised a lot, begging for my forgiveness or a second chance. Said he’s gonna fix things with Chris, which he better, because she actually loves him-”

“She’s doomed.” he nodded, and you raised your eyebrows, a coy smile breaking your lips, “All who fall in love with Edward Munson are inevitably doomed for heartbreak.” 

You rolled your eyes and shoved his chest gently, “Yeah well, at least I had you to pick up the pieces.” 

“And I’ll be there if he does it again.” 

You gave him a warm smile, “I’m not gonna let it happen again, but thank you.” 

He shrugged, “You can never be sure.”

“I can.” you mindlessly drew little patterns on his arm, “The only one allowed to break my heart from now on is you… and Bon Jovi.” 

He laughed, “Yeah, I don’t see that happening anytime soon. I think if anyone's heart gets broken, it’s gonna be mine. Cant see myself wanting anyone else, ever.” 

Your mouth fell slightly agape, your heart fluttered, and your eyes practically turned into hearts.

“Fuck- too much?” His cheeks blushed a deep red and he stiffened in his chair, “Sorry.”

You shook your head and swept some hair back from his face ever so sweetly, “No, just enough.” 

You leant over to press a soft kiss to his cheek, “Back to the homewrecker in my bedroom-”

He snorted. 

You grinned, “I ah..” you bit your lip, a little nervous of how he would react, “I told him if he can prove he’s sorry, and actually tries to fix everything, then I’ll forgive him.” 

Gareth scratched the back of his neck, “You- you want to forgive him?” 

You shrug, “Maybe.” you sigh deeply, “He’s my best friend.”

He nodded slowly, “If you're sure, but…” he swallowed, “I swear if he does anything to hurt you again-”

“You’ll defend my honour?” You smirked. 

He shook his head, “I’ll fucking punch his brains out.” 

You tipped your head, shaking it slightly, “You will do nothing of the sort. I don’t intend on visiting a prison an hour away every two weeks just to see you. I’m not jail girlfriend material.” 

He laughed, “Okay, I won’t punch him- or I just won’t get caught.” 

You rolled your eyes, “Enough of that. Also, thanks for completely outing me to Eddie.” 

His eyes buldged, “Oh my fuck-”

“Yeah.” you nodded with a sarcastic smile, “Did me a solid. Now he knows I had a thing for him- a big thing for him. That’s gonna go straight to his head.”

“Oh fuck, what have I done?” He pulled at his cheeks, “He’s gonna be insufferable.” 

“Yah huh.” you nodded, “You did that. Remember that.” 

He took a deep breath, “So many regrets.” 

“Y/N darling?” Your mother called out from the kitchen, “Dinners almost ready, boys have got to go.” 

“Okay!” you called back and turned to Gareth, pressing a quick kiss to his forehead as you stood, “Let’s go kick them out.” 

He followed you to your room, and you pushed the door open to find Eddie holding up that new green bra. Your face burned red and you flung yourself at him, tackling him down to the ground and snatching it from his grasp.

“What the fuck, Eddie?” you exclaimed, crawling off him and trying to discreetly stuff the damned thing back in the bag. 

“Why the fuck do you have that?” He stood. 

“Have what?” Gareth asked. 

“Time for you all to go!” You opted for a conversation change, walking over to Eddie and pushing him towards your door. 

He was stronger, and stepped away from your grasp with ease, turning back to Gareth, “A fancy bra-”

“Eddie!” 

“She’s a chick. Of course she has a fancy bra.” Grant added, grabbing his backpack off the ground. 

Gareth just stood there a little embarrassed, trying to force away the thought of you in your underwear. He didn’t need an erection right now. 

“Not her.” Eddie scoffed, “She gets no action-”

“And whose fault is that?” you pressed, pushing him towards your door again, “Maybe I have benefited from your absence, Munson.” 

“Not enough for that.” he pointed to the bag again, “That is quality stuff right there.” 

“Chrissy told me to buy it!” You tried to cover your tracks, you didn’t want Gareth to know you were buying things like that for him. 

“Ah huh, sure.” Eddie muttered, “Chrissy told you to buy sexy underwear, and a garter-” 

You slapped your hand over his mouth, “Can you fucking keep some things to yourself- Christ. I am clearly embarrassed.”

“All the more reason to tease.” He smirked. 

Gareth was a flustered mess, hands resting together ‘innocently’ over his crotch, lips pursed. 

“Get out. All of you, now!” You shook your head and finally shoved Eddie out your door, “You're on thin ice, Munson. Didn't think you would be going through my shit.”

“I bumped into the table and it fell out- not my fault.” He grinned, “Though I’m not compl-”

You slammed the door in his face, “You have a girlfriend, dick.” 

You turned to face the other boys. 

“Mum said you all had to go, not just Eddie.” you walked over and hugged Jeff and Grant, “Thank you for the tape. I love it.” 

“No problem.” Jeff smiled. 

“Our pleasure.” Grant added. 

“Now leave the room so I can kiss my boyfriend goodbye.” 

They nodded suit and clambered out of the room, finding Eddie in the main space. You turned to Gareth, each of you entirely embarrassed. 

“So…”

“Is that why you asked for my favourite colour?” He grinned. 

You pressed your palms into your eyes, “Fuck.” 

He laughed nervously, “You- you didn’t have to.” 

You looked up at him sheepishly, “I know.” 

He took a little step closer and poked your shoulder, “You brought underwear in my favourite colour.” 

“Shut up.” you groaned and leant down to rest your head against his chest in shame.

He stroked your hair gently, grinning to himself, “You gonna wear it Friday?” 

You looked up at him, “Look who’s bold now.” you smirked and he shook his head in embarrassment, “Maybe, might wear the other one. Whatever works best with my outfit.” 

He nodded, “Well, whatever you wear, it’s gonna look great.” 

You smiled, a new wave of confidence washing over you, “It will.” 

He nodded and played with the fabric of your shirt, “Can’t believe you stole my favourite band tee.” 

You raised your eyebrows, “I can’t believe you lent me your favourite band tee.” 

“Can you blame a guy for making you wear his favourite things just to gain some remote sense of relationship with you?” 

You smirked, “I suppose I can’t. I’m gonna steal another one on Friday.” 

“Steal them all if you want, I love this look on you.” 

You giggled and leant in to give him a soft kiss, “See you tomorrow hot stuff.”

He blushed and kissed your nose, “See you tomorrow, darling.” 

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You got a call from Chrissy last night, it was around ten pm, and she was calling from Eddie’s trailer. She had perched herself up on the counter, legs kicking against it as she told you how Eddie had chased her down and profusely apologised. You told her how he came apologising to you too, but she already knew that, he had told her. She ended up staying the night at his, and you scolded her for running back to him so desperately. She said she couldn’t help herself, she really did love him. They had a proper date planned for Saturday night, a fancy dinner and a surprise Eddie had set up for her. She planned on telling him then. You were a little unsure for her, but she was determined to tell him. 

Gareth drove you to school again this morning, these little car rides with him quickly becoming your favourite parts of the day. Eddie hadn’t shown up to school today, and neither did Chrissy. Jeff and Grant assumed he was spacing out on you guys again, but Gareth and you had a little more hope. You tried calling his trailer after the fourth period, just to check on them, but there was no reply. You hoped for two things; one, they had really crazy makeup sex that went for hours and hours and they just slept in, or two, they had just gotten a little lost in their feelings and needed a day to talk it out. There was always a third option of them getting into another heated argument, but you didn’t hope for that one. It was now lunch, and you walked out of your history class and over to your locker. You shoved your things in there quickly, heading to the cafeteria. You were so very hungry. You walked with your head down, a few worries in your mind about Chrissy, and you bumped right into someone. They were walking backwards, turning and running in your direction at full speed without even noticing that you were there. Now, you were in a heap on the floor. You squint your eyes shut with the slight pain caused by the fall, your back hitting the floor harshly, the person falling on top of you. But a familiar smell caught your attention. Your eyes flickered open to find Gareth extremely confused on top of you. You both laughed. He placed his hands on either side of your head, hovering over your, taking his weight off your body now. 

“Well hello there.” He grinned. 

“Funny bumping into you.” you laughed softly. 

He looked around for a moment, there were no students in the hall, other than a few strays with their heads buried in their lockers, a fair distance from you. He looked back down at you, bringing his lips down onto your’s. Your hands rested on his shoulders, your fists balled up the fabric of his shirt and you pulled him in a little closer. 

“You know,” He broke the kiss, his lips still hovering right above yours, “if we were to walk past us right now, we would probably gag.” 

“Awh,” you booped his nose, “but I like when you're on top of me like this.” 

Well that went straight to his dick. You smirked at the blush in his cheeks, the redness in his ears, and the very obvious feeling of him growing hard against your thigh. 

“Are you trying to kill me?” 

“Absolutely not.” You muttered, “If I killed you, then you’d never be able to take that new set of underwear I bought for you off me.”

His mouth fell slack, he hesitated a moment before jumping to his feet, reaching a hand down to help you up. He held your hand tightly and began to walk down the halls, dragging you along behind him. 

“Gar Bear,” You smiled, shuffling forward a little faster to catch up with him, “where are we going?” 

He turned to you, walking backwards as he spoke, his other hand finding yours now too, “To my car.” 

You raised your eyebrows, “Oh we are, are we?” 

He bit his lip and nodded, “You can’t say stuff like that and expect me to just go to lunch like nothing happened, darling.” 

You giggled, “You know I’m not gonna actually get you off?” 

He smiled, “I know,” He pulled his keys out of his pocket, hastily unlocking his car and opening the backseat, “doesn’t mean you can’t give me something to think about when I’m laying in bed later.” 

Your jaw dropped slightly and you climbed into the backseat of his car, “Well if you're gonna think about this when you touch yourself…” you leant up against the door on the opposite side, opening your legs a little and hiking your skirt up just enough, “then you gotta give me something to think about too.” 

He swallowed thickly, his pupils dilated, taking all of you in. He sat on his knees, closing the door behind him. He was on top of you in a flash, pulling you down to lay along the bench seat, hovering himself over you much like before. His lips latched onto yours, immediately pulling you into a wet, opened mouth kiss. 

“I’ll give you something to think about.” He muttered, his hips grounding down against your core. 

You let out a breathy moan, and he started to assault your neck with kisses, sucking and bruising your skin. Your legs wrapped tightly around his waist and you tipped your head back, allowing yourself to make as many lewd noises as you wanted. He grabbed the base of your shirt, pushing it up and over your tits so he could kiss your chest. Your hand sifted through his hair, holding him down between your breasts as he sucked at your soft flesh. He pulled your bra down just a little, your nipple threatening to peak out at any moment. He massaged your breasts over the fabric, but he could feel your heardend nipple through it and it was fucking killing him. He ground against you again, dragging his clothed cock slowly up your cunt, sending desperate shockwaves up your spine. 

“Fuck Gareth,” you moaned, “I don’t want to wait till Friday.” 

He groaned, his teeth sinking into your breast as he nibbled at the skin. 

“Fuck.” you moaned again and thrusted your hips back up against him. 

He took a risk, moving his lips from your breasts, down your stomach. He grabbed the hem of your skirt and flipped it up, his eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw that wet patch in your purple cotton panties. You looked at him longingly, nerves flying through your body. You wanted him to touch you so badly, but you still had your hesitations. You were stuck. He slowly leant back down, pressing a delicate kiss to your inner thigh, his face already so close to your heat. He was throbbing like fucking crazy. The look in his eyes was something you hadn’t seen before. It was dark and lust filled, he looked at you so intently, never daring to break eye contact. He kissed your thigh again, this time a little higher. He alternated between kissing each of your thighs, inching his way closer and closer to your cunt. He watched you, taking his time, taking it slow, making sure you were okay with what he was doing. You bit your lip. He pressed a last kiss right beside the hem of your panties, drawing it out, holding himself there for a while longer. He pulled back slightly, settling himself perfectly between your thighs, mouth salivating with a need for you. He could see that wet patch growing out of his peripheral, he could feel the heat radiating off of you, but he didn’t move, not yet. You swallowed thickly, unsure of whether or not you should let him. You licked your lips, your head clouded from all rational thought, body pumping with desire. You nodded slowly, and he smirked. He leant forward, pressing a hard kiss on the wet patch on your panties, right above your hole. You tipped your head back, already feeling an obscene amount of pleasure. He kissed a little higher, and then a little higher again, and then he kissed your clit.

“Oh fuck-” A glutteral moan escaped you, and holy shit were you horny. 

“Was that-” 

“Yeah, right there.” you nodded, and he kissed you there again, “Fuck…” 

“Shit.” He mumbled, “I’m gonna fucking cum in my pant’s in a second.”

You panted and he pressed his thumb right on your clit, applying more and more pressure ever so slowly. You moaned again, and he began to rub a slow circle right where you needed. He leant forward and licked up your clothed cunt, lapping up any taste of you he could from over the fabric, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he did, your hole clenching around nothing pathetically. 

“Need more.” you breathed out, “Please.” 

“Since you asked so-” 

There was a sound of a car door opening so close. You both froze, and Gareth looked up to see some jock climbing into his car right beside you. He quickly pulled your shirt down and hovered his body over the top of you. You both waited in silence for the guy to leave. And sure enough he got out of his car again and headed back to school, seemingly having forgotten something this morning. Gareth smiled and you threw your head back against the door. 

“Not at school.” you sighed. 

“Not at school.” He agreed. 

“Fuck me.” you groaned, sexual frustration radiating through your body, your pussy still aching. 

“Planning on it.” 

You smiled softly, cupping his face in your hands, “Those ten seconds of you touching me then is definitely better than anything my vibrator has ever done.” 

He blushed, and it was adorable. He ducked his head down to your chest, hiding himself away. You loved how embarrassed he could get. I mean, he just had his face between your legs yet he gets all flustered at the mention of your vibrator. Completely adorable. You were definitely gushing to Chrissy about it later. 

“You're not free tonight, are you?” you lifted his head. 

He shook it, “Nope.”

“Fuck.” you sigh, “Guess we have to wait till tomorrow afterall.” 

“Guess so.” He grinned and kissed you so deeply.

“Okay, you gotta stop.” You shoved him away from you with a smile, “You know how turned on I am right now, you're just teasing me at this point.”

He laughed, ears turning red again, “Maybe I like teasing you, darling.” 

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Friday rolled around far too slowly. You were pumped full of nerves and excitement. Today was gonna be the day you could really show Gareth how devoted you are to him. You had no fears, no doubts, only boundless energy. You hopped into his car, the air thick and buzzing with a naturally happy energy. Gareth however, well, he was not feeling the same. No, he was terrified. The constant thought of not being able to please you, of doing something wrong, of scaring you off. He was excited, don’t get me wrong, you were only the girl of his dreams after all. But that's exactly why he was so scared. He had been waiting years for this, the idea of you actually being any sort of physical with him was a perfect dream, a shameful thought, unrealistic. He just wanted it to be as good for you as it was inevitably going to be for him. He was already curating a list of horrible, off putting thoughts that he could think off when he would be on the brink of cumming too fast - if it even got to that, he would probably attempt to avoid that all together today, focus solely on you - like the thought of principle Higgens in nothing but a ballerina's tu-tu, all wrinkly and old and gross, or Eddie.

Speaking of, he didn’t show up at school today either. Chrissy had said some asshole had come and smashed a window on his trailer last night, so he was busy dealing with that today. 

“Yeah, we totally had makeup sex.” Chrissy grinned, fixing her makeup in the mirror, “Though, it wasn’t as mindblowing as usual.” 

“Oh,” you walked out of the bathroom stall and over to the sink beside her to wash your hands, “well that's shit.” 

“Yeah.” she shrugged, “He’s usually pretty kinky, but, it was so vanilla,” 

“Too much information.” you grinned,  “Do you know why?” 

“I think he was just tired.” she smiled softly, “But he’s still acting a little weird.” 

“Hmm…” you dried your hands off. 

“Yeah, I think part of what he had said last week was true… about me fucking everything up.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “I highly doubt that-”

“No, I mean…”  she wiggled her head, thinking of the best way to word what she was thinking, “like, for him personally. I think he’s very conflicted in his feelings at the moment, and with me being around he doesn’t have the same dynamic with everyone anymore… things are different. And he just doesn’t like how it’s worked out, and he’s blaming me for it because it’s easier than blaming himself. And that only leads to more arguments.” 

“That’s…” you nodded slowly, “pretty fuckin’ wize. Shit.”

She shrugged and walked towards the bathroom door, “Yeah, I just hope he figures his shit out, properly, soon.” 

“Me too.” you sighed.

You followed her out of the bathroom and through the halls until you bumped into Gareth and the Hellfire boys. You both settled into the group, and Gareth was quick to put an arm around you as he carried on his conversation. 

“Is Eddie coming to the party tonight?” Jeff asked Chrissy. 

“Well, considering he would do anything to scam free fancy booze off of Harrington, I’d say yes.” She shrugged, “But I don’t know for sure.” 

“Seriously,” Dustin groaned, “everyones going, why can’t we?” 

“Don't you like… twelve?” you asked. 

“Fourteen actually.” He sounded so confident. 

You snorted, “Yeah, no. You're not coming, kid.” 

“Harrington specifically told you not too.” Gareth added. 

“Come on! I want to go to a party!” 

“It’s not PG thirteen, kiddo.” you ruffled his hair, “Senior parties are far too grotesque for your innocent little eyes.” 

“I’m not innocent,” he scoffed, “I have a girlfriend.”

You laughed, “Ahh, so sweet.” 

“Asshole.” he murmured and you kicked him in the shin.

“Oh, Chris,” you turned to her, “Don’t let Eddie get too drunk tonight if he comes. He’s the most difficult drunk.” 

“Yeah…” Gareth nodded, “Have fun with that.” 

“He can't be that bad.” she shook her head. 

You and Gareth both looked at each other and laughed. 

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Too Late - Pt 5

paring: Gareth Emerson x fem!reader

summary: You’ve always secretly pined over Eddie Munson, your best friend, but when you find out he’s dating Chrissy Cunningham, you reach your breaking point. you seek comfort from Gareth, your second best friend. you figure out he’s got a crush, but you don’t know who, you were determined to figure it out though. but he was determined to keep his feelings for you locked away forever. but plans change, right?

warnings: (18+) discussions of verbally/mentally abusive behavior, discussions of slightly physically abusive behavior, sob and sympathy for Chrissy, Eddie being a dick, bonding with Chrissy (not really a warning but deserving of a mention), kissing, scandalous clothing, mild smut kinda, mums.

character description: fem, she/her pronouns, female anatomy, hair at least long enough to sweep back from face.

9.2 k words

part 4 part 6 coming soon

You and Chrissy stood behind your mother as she unlocked the door to your house. It wasn’t nearly as big as Chrissy’s, it was just a two bedroom, but it was home. You walked inside, immediately grabbing her hand and dragging her to your bedroom. You shut the door behind you in a huff, turning to face her with your hands on your hips. 

“Welcome to my humble abode.” You smiled. 

“Thank you.” She nodded graciously, looking around, inspecting the posters on the walls, “It’s kind of like Eddies.” 

You laughed, “Yeah. you mean the mess? Or the design?” You kicked a shirt off your floor and into the pile of semi-dirty clothes. 

She turned to you, a little red in the cheeks, “The design…” She bit her lip, “but the mess too I guess.”

You laughed- no, snorted - and walked over, flopping down on your bed, “Yeah, he has a pretty big influence on me. Hope you don’t mind. I was not expecting a guest as prestigious as yourself.” 

She tutted, rolling her eyes, “Stop it.” she smiled, a small laugh escaping her lips, “I couldn’t care less.” 

“That’s good then.” You sat yourself up on your elbows, “I bet your’s is pristine clean.”

“Only because my mum hires a cleaner.”  

“Still.” you shrugged, “You can sit down you know… if you want. Promise my sheets are relatively clean. You won't contract a virus.”

She laughed, “Well, I didn’t think I would. But now you’ve brought it up, I’m a little worried.” 

You shook your head smiling, and she took a seat on the bed beside you, “So…” you bit your lip, “Did you wanna talk about Eddie? He obviously hurt you.”

She sighed, “I don’t know… he’s just- he’s acting weird.” 

You played with the hem of your dress, “You're gonna have to be more specific, Chris. He’s always weird.” 

She scoffed a laugh, “Right.” She unbuckled her shoes and crossed her legs on the bed, facing you, “I don’t know. Basically, after asking me out he was really sweet and all, everything was nice and normal… treated my like a princess and stuff-”

“Hmm.” you rolled over to your side, facing her now too, “Yeah, he’s only been into you since forever.”

She blushed, “Really?” she bit her lip, “That’s cute.” 

“Yeah.” you nodded, “So, sweet and stuff?” 

“Yeah…” she thought for a moment, “He didn’t act like my past boyfriends, you know. He made me feel really comfortable. That’s why we had sex so fast I think-”

“Ew-” you grimace.

She giggled, “Oh, shut up.” 

You just smiled, kicking your boots off.

“So, he was just great, you know. Everything was about me. And then you had the intervention, and obviously he stopped spending as much time with me, but that part didn’t bother me because I wanted him to spend more time with you. But then, he was just- I don’t know, he was just different. He was on edge. He got so pissed off everytime I brought your name up in conversation. And he just stopped being super sweet.” 

“Oh.” You furrowed your eyebrows, “I’m sorry…”

“Yeah,” she sighed, “And then last night. Well… he didn’t even tell me he was gonna play you a song, and I swear he was- never mind that. But, he was different, he was mean- and scary.” 

You sat up to be eye level with her, you tipped your head, “Scary?”

She nodded, the memory making her sink down, a hint of fear in her eyes, “Yeah, scary. He- he was aggressive. He almost threatened me- he did threaten me, I think. He said I wasn’t allowed to be friends with you. He said I was ruining everything.”

“What the fuck?”

“He said he should just break up with me, that I was overreacting about him singing a song to you. He told me that if I was going to get jealous that easily, it wasn’t worth being with me-”

“Chris-”

“And that I’m just looking for excuses to dump the freak.” she shook her head, a small tear slipping down her cheek, “He grabbed my wrist tightly, pulled and pushed me around. And then he went to drop your present off and when he came back it was different again.” 

You swallowed, a hand reaching out to hold hers, “What happened?” 

“Well, he got back in the van and he was just cold and quiet. I tried to ask if you liked it but he just looked at me with such disgust.”

“Im-”

“He said, ‘never mention her again. If it weren't for you, Chrissy, everything would be normal. Everything would be good. This is all your fucking fault.’, and then he didn’t say another word, he just dropped me home.” 

“Chrissy…” you swallowed, “I hate to say this but… maybe your friends were right. Maybe you should dump him.”

Her face went pale, she couldn’t say anything. 

“He’s… abusive-”

“He’s not.” she defended him, though, neither of you knew why, “He’s just… confused or something.” 

“About what?”

“I don’t know!” She started to cry, “But- but I think I love him and I don’t want to leave him.” 

Your shoulders relaxed down, nothing but sorrow and sympathy felt for her, “Chris- I’m sorry.”

“He will come around, I’m sure of it-” she tried to convince herself, “he just needs time.”

“Chris-”

“I’m not leaving him.” she pressed, “Not yet anyway. I can't.” 

You nodded, “Don’t give him the satisfaction. Don’t give him the time. Don’t give him your tears.” you pulled her into a hug, “If time is what he needs, then he can have that by himself. He can come chasing you when he’s ready. Don’t put yourself in a position where you could just get even more hurt.” 

She nodded into your shoulder and pulled you in tighter, “I won't.” 

“Good.” 

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Meanwhile, Eddie sat on his bed. He didn’t sleep last night. Not for one minute. He couldn’t. He hated himself. He hated himself more than he had ever hated anything before. He tried calling Chrissy all morning, but there was no answer. The one time someone did pick up the phone, it was her disapproving mother, who just told him she wasn’t home - out with a friend actually - Eddie didn’t think anything of it. He rubbed the palms of his hands into his eyes, scolding himself for what he was about to do. He walked out to the kitchen, thankfully Wayne was out having a smoke, and dialled your number into the phone. It took a while, he was about to hang up, but thankfully you answered. 

“Hello?” Your voice was soft, you were still consoling Chrissy, the both of you sharing a tub of chocolate ice cream on your bed, chilling in a set of your sweats. 

You looked up at her with a soft, apologetic smile, and she just waved her hand, shoving another spoonful of ice cream into her mouth. 

“Princess.” His heart raced at the sound of your voice. 

Your face dropped, your nose flared, your grip on the phone and your spoon tightened, you just stared at Chrissy, “I told you not to call me that.”

The minute you said that, she knew. More tears filled her eyes, and she tried to stop it with more ice cream. 

“Ah, right.” he scolded himself, “Sorry, sorry. I forgot.” 

“What do you want?” you were so cold. 

He sighed, tears threatening to fall, “I just wanted to ask if you got your present.” 

There was a moment of silence, and for a second he thought you had hung up. You looked over to Chrissy with sorry eyes, “You broke it, remember?”

He hit the wall, his head pressing against it shortly after, “Right.”

“Shame.” you shrugged, still no emotion in your tone, “But I say you kind of deserve your money being wasted.”

He held his breath for a moment, eyes fluttering shut, “I’m sorry.”

“Sure.”

“I am-”

“Whatever, Munson.” you shook your head, “Do you have anything else to say? Or can I hang up?”

“Uhm..” he thought for a moment, debating whether he should say what he wanted to say, “I overheard you saying-

Chrissy whispered, “Just hang up on him.” 

You whispered back, “I will if he takes any longer.” 

He tensed up, “Are you with someone?”

“Yes.” 

“Who– fuck, are you with Chrissy?” Anger seeped through his tone. 

“Don’t you fucking start with me, Munson.” you scoffed, “How dare you treat her like that. I thought you fucking new better. She said you grabbed her, yelled at her, shoved her, tried to control her, Eddie. She can chose her own fucking friends.”

He huffed throug his nose, “Yeah but she can’t fucking chose you.” 

“Why the fuck not?”

“Because you're mine.” 

There was a long moment of silence. The air felt thick. You looked at Chrissy and took a breath. 

“I don’t think I am, anymore, Eddie.” you smiled, an anger filled laugh escaped you, “You pushed me away, not the other way around.” 

“And I’m sorry. But I don’t want you being friends with her. Your mine, and that’s all that fucking matters.” 

You licked your lips, “I’m not yours, Eddie. Haven’t been for a while, thanks to you. You haven’t so much as asked me how I’ve been in weeks. I’m allowed to be friends with Chrissy if I want to be. Plus, wouldn’t you want your best friend and girlfriend to get along?” 

“No.” He said blankly. 

“No?”

“Not with you.” He rubbed his forehead, “I don’t want her to be my girlfriend.” 

You froze, your face turning away from Chrissy, “Your aware I’m-”

“Sitting next to her? I know.” He laughed, “I’m assuming she’s gone and told you everything I said last night. So what’s a fucking nother thing?” 

“Look, Eddie.” you sighed, “If you really don’t want that, then you need to fucking tell her that… properly. Don’t tell me.”

“But, I tell you everything.” His voice softened. 

“Not if you keep that fucking attitude up.”

“Y/N, I love you.”

“Your not fucking acting like it.” you scoffed, “You need to get your shit together. Crissy and I are friends, and that’s fucking final. You need to figure out whether you're gonna be okay with that or not. Don’t come running to me about it.”

“Y/N, princess-”

“Stop.”

“I won’t” 

“I told you, you can’t-”

“I don’t care.” 

“Eddie. You're just making me angrier.”

“So fucking what.” He scoffed, “Your my fucking princess. I’m gonna call you that if I want too.” 

“No you're not.”

“Shut the fuck up.” He pressed, “Princess, you're my best friend. Don’t you have some fucking compassion-”

“Compassion?” you laughed, “Compassion! You have got to be kidding me, right?” 

“No-”

“Eddie, you have done nothing but hurt me… hurt everyone. You need to get your shit together.” 

“I-” he swallowed, “I will. I promise. I need you.”

“Doesn’t seem like it.” 

“Princess-”

“Stop.” 

“I can’t lose you.”

You hesitated for a moment, taking a shaky breath, “You already have.” 

He wasn’t sure what to feel. Tears poked at his eyes, slipping down his cheeks, burning his skin. He bit his lip, trying to hide the sounds of sobs and pain he was creating. He pressed his head harder against the wall, banging it slightly in anger. 

“Pl- please.” he spluttered, “I can’t- don’t.” 

“Fix yourself, or you're gonna lose everyone else too.” 

“Y/N, please. I can’t. I love you,” He sobbed, “Please, I need you. I’m fucking in lo-”

You hung up, not caring what else he had to say. Well, that was a lie. You would always care about what he had to say. You love him, for christs fucking sake, he was your best friend. But right now, he was pissing you off far too much. It was bad enough for him to cut you off and call his girlfriend the name he gave you, but then for him to forget your birthday, to treat Chrissy like that… no, you weren't gonna have it. You didn’t want to give him the benefit of the doubt you always used to give him. Afterall, you always gave him that because you were in love with him, and you just wanted him to love you back. But now, now you weren't in love with him, and you werent gonna let him get away with his shitty attitude. 

“You okay?” you instantly asked her. 

Her eyebrows furrowed, “Am I okay?” She sighed, “Are you okay? You're the one who talked to him.” 

You smiled at her softly, “I’ll be alright.” 

“Okay…”

“Wanna watch a movie?” You smiled, “I think we have a can of whipped cream in the fridge, and MnMs, we can make this a giant sunday and watch a chick flick before I get ready?” 

She perked up, her tears now stopping, “Oh god, yes please.”

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“Okay, so…” you held open the doors to your wardrobe, looking inside, Chrissy sitting on your bed looking with you, “What the fuck do you wear on a date with your best friend?” 

“Something cute.” She smiled, “Something a little scandalous maybe. Get him all flustered and stuff.” 

“He is really easy to fluster- Oh my Ozzy.”

“What?” Her eyes widened. 

“I just realised, I totally freak him out all the time. I thought he was just sweet… you know, innocent maybe. Just didn’t wanna look at me the wrong way and make me uncomfortable. Which, I’m sure is partially the fact, but it’s because he’s been into me!” 

She laughed, “What do you do to him?”

“Well, for one, I ask him for opinions on my skimpy outfits- oh my goodness, sometimes I tell him that certain clothes make my ass or boobs look great and show him! And he always shys away.”

“Well, at least he’s not a perv-”

“Oh my god, he was with me when I brought my vibrator.” your face went red. 

“You have one of those?” 

“Yeah-” you shook your head, “Don’t you?”

“No-” She gave you an unsure look. 

“Well… it’s a great investment.” you shook your body out, “But oh my god, no wonder he was so awkward that day… and for like the next few days.” 

She laughed, “You traumatised the poor man.” 

“Aww…” you made a pouty face and laughed, “Poor thing.” 

“Okay,” She smiled, “back on topic. Clothes.” 

“Clothes.” you nodded, turning back to your wardrobe. 

“Underwear.”

“Chris-”

“Even if you don’t plan on having sex or anything, it’s always good to wear your nice ones. Just in case.” She smiled so sweetly, “And it boosts your confidence. Makes you feel really nice.” 

You shrugged nervously, “Okay… what ones should I wear then?” 

“Well, what do you have?” She tipped her head, “If you wanna do the whole, sweet innocence thing go for a white or a pink- but I get that’s not so much your thing. Maybe a sexy black- or red?” 

“Uhm…” you thought for a moment, burring through your underwear drawer, “I’m not sure… I don’t have much lingerie… you know. I haven’t really had much of a reason to.” 

She giggled, “That’s okay. Do you have anything like that at all?” 

“Uhhh…” you plucked through your panties till you landed on one pair in particular, you froze, “Oh my god.”

“What?”

“Oh my god!” You exclaimed and grabbed the pair of pink lacy underwear. 

“What!” She propped herself up onto her knees. 

You grabbed the matching bra and turned to face her, holding them out for her to see, “These.”

She looked at them, “So you want the sweet innocent look?” 

“No…” you shook your head, “This set. I was wearing it a couple of months ago and I was changing and Gareth accidentally walked in on me and I was only wearing this. I didn’t care, but he freaked out obviously- But Chrissy!”

“Oh my.” she giggled. 

“No…” you thought for a moment, mind running wild, “That’s why all the girls in his porn collection are wearing light pink underwear! I’m fucking oblivious.” 

Her jaw dropped, “Oh my god.” 

“Oh my god!” You jumped onto the bed in front of her, “And all the girls sorta looked like me. Even the older ones, from years ago!” 

She laughed, “So your dream of having a guy by porn for you came true.”

“Ahh!” You squealed, “I have to wear them! And… oh, I’ll wear something that might show it. Like… a strappy shirt so he can see the pink bra strap under it… or a short skirt, and I’ll just find a reason to bend over in front of him.”

She giggled, “Or both?”

“Both!” You gasped, “Okay, you need to help me.”

She nodded and you dived back into the cupboard, searching for the perfect outfit. You settled for a sweet black dress, it was short, cutting off at the high of your thighs, and the neckline dipped quite low on your chest. It was loose fitted, and flowy, so it would be perfect for ‘accidently’ slipping and giving him a little show. You wore your red leather jacket over the top, and your docks with odd socks still on your feet. Chrissy helped you do your makeup, a black smokey eye with a little shimmer in the corner, a subtle red glossy lip, and she fixed your hair up to give it more volume and bounce. You gave her a tight hug as a thank you, your nerves obviously shining through. She reassured you that everything would be okay and then she left, her mum picking her up five minutes before Gareth was scheduled to arrive. You sat on your bed, playing with your nails. Five minutes felt like an eternity. There was a knock on the door, and you ran out of your room in a flash. Unfortunately, your mum beat you to it. 

“Mum-” you called out from the hallway, you were still out of Gareth’s eyeline, but you could see his arm. 

“Sweetie-” she turned to you and her eyes bulged, “Why are you dressed like that?” 

You stiffened, “Cause.”

“You're wearing that to the movies?” She looked at you carefully, and then at Gareth, “Is this a date?”

Your face turned red, “No! Nope. No way.” you laughed nervously, “Change of plans! We're just… going…. Dancing.”

“Yup.” He smiled from the door, “A local band we like got a gig at the club and were going dancing.” 

She looked at you carefully, “Just you two?” She laughed, “Seems like a date to me.”

“No, mum.” You pressed, you didn’t need the third degree right now, “The other guys are coming too.”

Her shoulders sank a little, “Alright.” She walked towards the hall, giving you a stern glare, “Don’t end up like grams, protection is crucial.”

“Mum-” you snapped with gritted teeth. 

You turned back to the door and walked over, grabbing your purse from the side table, “Hi-”

“Wow.” He stared at you, mouth slightly agape, “You look– wow.”

You giggled, blushing like crazy, “Thanks.” you reached out and pulled at the collar of his button up, “You brushed up nice too.” 

“Well,” His cheeks were pink now too, “I try.” 

You laughed and stepped outside, pulling the door shut behind you, “Uhm, you ready?” 

“Ye- yeah. You?” 

You nodded and followed him over to his car. He held the door open for you and offered you his hand to guide you in. It was very gentlemanly of him. He shut the door and ran around the front, tossing the keys in his hand. Once settled in, he started to drive. 

“I got dad’s car tonight, the trunk opens up like a door, and I put some pillows and stuff back there so we can lay back and watch the movie.” 

You smirked, turning to look in the back. Sure enough there was a blowup mattress back there, a bunch of pillows, some blankets, and a little box of snacks. You turned back to face him, eyebrow raised, 

“That desperate to get me in bed you brought one with us?”

His face turned red as a cherry, “No- I- sorry, I didn’t- no-”

You laughed, “I’m joking, Gar Bear.” you smiled softly, “It’s sweet.” 

He relaxed back, “Okay, fuck.” 

“I hate to kill the mood…” you thought for a moment, biting your lip, “I’ll say this and then we can really get our date on.”

He laughed softly, “Sure.”

“I just- please don’t talk to Ed’s or anything anytime soon. He needs to get his shit together. He’s been really rude and abusive to Chrissy. If he thinks he’s actually losing us, he might clean up his act a little, okay?” 

He nodded, forcing a smile, “Got it. Shun Eddie, just like he’s been shunning us.” 

You nodded. 

“I’d do absolutely anything you tell me too.” 

You looked at him, “No you wouldn’t.”

“I already do.” He huffed a little laugh, “I swear.” 

You giggled, a little embarrassed, “So, if I told you to… buy caramel popcorn instead of butter popcorn tonight, would you.”

He gave you a look of fear, “You monster. You wouldn’t.”

“Oh but I would.” you teased. 

“Oh god.” He shook his head, “You're asking a lot, Jovi. I don’t know… I’ll have to think about it. That’s crossing the line.”

You giggled, “Sorry, have to ask these questions. Make sure you're really devoted. Don’t want just anyone to be my boyfriend.” 

He went quiet, and you froze after realising what you had said. 

He smiled softly, “Is that what I am? Your boyfriend?”

You swallowed thickly, “I mean… I don’t know.” you laughed nervously. 

He nodded slowly, pulling into the diner's parking lot, “Okay.” He smiled, looking over at you.

You just looked at him, unsure of why he was smiling so much at this moment in particular. He stopped the car, and quickly jumped out. You reached for the door handle, but he was already there, pulling it open for you. 

“M’lady.” He bowed, reaching his hand out for you to take. 

He kissed your knuckles gently and helped you out of the car. 

“Thank you, sir.” You smiled at him. 

Once inside and sat comfortably at your booth, there was a long awkward silence. You both hid behind your menus, too anxious to speak. 

“I think I’ll just get the cheeseburger.”

“Same.” you nodded. 

“Chocolate shake?” 

You nodded. He smiled and hailed over the waiter, putting in your order, plus his vanilla shake and a serve of loaded fries for you to share. Now, with your menus gone, there was just awkward silence. You both sat there for a moment, stealing shy glances every now and then. You looked at your ring decorated hands, and sighed, shaking your head. 

“I’m sorry about before.” your voice was small.

“What do you mean?” He hummed.

“I’m just- about the boyfriend thing.”

He nodded slowly, eye’s fixed on you. 

“I know you have stronger feelings for me, or whatever. You've liked me for longer. So, I just don’t want you to feel-”

“Jovi,” He smiled, “I know you're new to these ‘feelings’ for me or whatever. It’s okay. I understand that.” 

You sighed, “I just… I don’t want you to say or do something and I can't say or do it back, you know? I don’t want to hurt your feelings.” 

He leant an elbow on the table, leaning his chin on his palm, his other hand stretching out to grab your fiddling hands, his touch instantly calming you, “I won’t say it.” 

You swallowed, “What?”

“I won’t say what you think I’m gonna say… you know… that thing- feeling.” I love you.

“You sure?”

“I am not gonna risk scaring you off.” he laughed as if it was a joke, but in truth, he wasn’t joking one bit. 

“Okay, you sure?”

He nodded. 

“Well, I really wanna- do you- well, obviously you do.” You laughed, “I think I wanna be your girlfriend.” 

He smiled, a massive fucking smile, his insides flipping out, his heart beating like crazy, his mind running laps around it’s self, “You do?” 

You nodded, “Yeah,” his smile made you smile, your stomach bubbling with the thought, “I just- I have my worries about it. About everything-”

“Look.” he smiled, “I get this is all new territory. It is for both of us, and that’s okay. And we both know my feelings are stronger, and we're gonna wanna go at different paces, I guess.” He laughed nervously, “So how about we have a rule that you make the first move on these things? These milestones?” 

You looked up at him, doe eyed, and he just about melted. 

“You be the first to do, and say those things because if it were up to me, we both know they would already have happened.”

You laughed, “Okay… yeah.”

“So that way, it’s always gonna go at the pace you're comfortable with. And I’m more than happy to take things slow.” 

“Okay… good.” you smiled, “You're still gonna have to ask me, though.”

“Ask you?” he furrowed his eyebrows, thinking for a moment. 

You looked at him, pursing your lips and raising your eyebrows. 

“Oh, right.” he laughed at himself, clearing his throat and smiling softly at you, “Jovi… do you wanna be my girlfriend?” 

You grinned at him, and it was a big fucking grin, “Yes please.” 

He bit his lip in excitement. You were his. He wanted to cry, but holy shit would that be embarrassing. So he didn’t let himself. You hoisted yourself up, leaning over the table. 

“I’m gonna kiss you now.” 

He nodded, “Yup, please do.” 

And he smiled, and it was so sweet. Those perfect eyes of his staring into yours as you both leant forward. You grabbed the sides of his face softly, your eyes fluttering shut as you brought your lips to his. He kissed you so softly, so warmly, and it really did feel right. Everything about this felt right. There was not one doubt in your mind, everything was right. You pulled back slowly, your lips glossy with saliva, his now tinted red from your gloss. You smiled, rubbing your thumb over his plump lips to wipe it away. He kept his eyes fixed on you, watching the soft curve of your smile and the concentration in your eyes. He was completely enamoured by you. 

“What are you doing?” He mumbled. 

“I got my lipstick on you.” 

He smiled, “Leave it.” 

You stopped your movements, your eyes now meeting his and your cheeks turned pink with his gaze, “Leave it?” 

“Little reminder I’m all yours.” 

You couldn’t help but smile, a pang of nerves in your stomach, “You're all mine?” 

He nodded slowly, “Absolutely.” 

You bit your lip, trying to hide your grin, yeah, he was going to be easy to fall in love with. You sat back down, keeping your eyes on him. He licked his lips quickly, his eyes not daring to tear away from you. You were so flustered and full of nerves you couldn’t even speak- heck, you couldn’t even think. The only thing in your mind was him. 

“Is that okay?” He asked, a little nervous with your lack of response. 

You nodded, “Yeah, sorry.” you laughed, “Just took me by surprise is all.” 

He smiled, “Okay. heh.” 

“I’m all yours.” you nodded, “I don’t know how I felt about him before, but after that, I promise you I am very, very over Eddie.” 

He grinned, “You have no idea how happy that makes me.” 

“You have no idea how happy that makes me.” You grinned. 

“Okay, so you’ve won me over.” He rested his chin on his palms, “We're getting caramel popcorn tonight.” 

You fistpumped the air, “Yes, my plan worked. You've been fooled.” you poked your tongue out. 

He faked offence, “How dare you.” You brushed your hair back over your shoulder proudly, “What can I say? I’m an evil genius.” 

He laughed. 

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You walked out of the diner and over to his car. So far, your date was going better than brilliantly. You spent most of it talking about things you would usually talk about, DnD, fantasy movies, stupid things that have happend reacently, making fun of other people in the diner, only this time it had a lot of flirting involved. Being the gentleman he was, Gareth opened the door for you again before climbing into the car himself. The drive to the movies was silent, only the soft buzz of Led Zeppelin bubbling through the speakers. But, it wasn’t awkward, or uncomfortable, it was peaceful. You felt content. You played with the hem of your dress, pulling it down a little since it almost showed off your underwear. Whilst he was behind the wheel probably wasn’t the best time to give him an erection or major embarrassment. He glanced over at you, fighting his own nerves down, he reached out and took your hand. You looked up at him wide eyed, and he just smiled. You relaxed back into your steat, your hands connected over the centre console as he drove. His hand was warm, calloused along the tops of his palms from his drumsticks, strong, and big. They swallowed your hands whole. That was something you always liked. The little times when he’d grab your hand, you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t like it. It always felt right, and safe, and warm. Only now it felt even better. Because he wasn’t just holding your hand. He was holding your hand as your boyfriend, and that made your stomach flip. 

He pulled into the drive in, up to the toll gate. You reached for your purse, offering some money for tickets since he paid for your dinner, but he just pushed your hand away, paying himself. The man lifted the gate, letting you in. You changed the radio, tuning it into the right frequency for the movie as he tried to find a spot to park. It was already pretty full. He managed to find a good spot a few rows from the back, and right in the centre. You turned the radio up nice and loud, jazzy piano music echoing through the car. Gareth opened up the trunk for you guys to sit in, and he told you to get settled whilst he went to get the popcorn and some drinks. You took off your shoes, leaving them on the gravel by the back wheel and climbed back into the car, settling yourself on the mattress. You thought for a moment and slid into the middle of it, leaving him little room, meaning he’d have to put an arm around you immediately… or something. You pulled a blanket over your lap, your skirt had ridden up a little, the peak of your panties able to be seen if he were to look, but the blanket hid that for now. You kept your jacket on, deciding to wait for his return before you took it off. He walked back, a bucket of caramel popcorn and two sodas in hand. You leant forward, taking them from him so he could kick off his shoes and hop in. 

“You're an angel.” you hummed, stuffing some popcorn into your mouth. 

“I know.” He grinned and crawled up the mattress beside you. 

You pulled the corner of the blanket back for him to slide under, but still keeping your legs covered. You both set your snacks up inbetween you, your drinks sitting on the floor of the car on either side of you. He was hesitant to put an arm around you, opting to just sit there, extremely close to you instead. The advertisements of the movie started playing. You leant forward, peeling your jacket off your shoulders, shimmying it down your arms to take off. He stared at you. Luckily, since he was behind you now, you couldn’t see. But you knew he was. You could feel it. The second his eyes caught your light pink bra strap, they widened. The memory of seeing you dressed in nothing but that had him growing hard. He shifted a little, subtlety fixing himself in his pants. Yeah, this was going to be a long night. Part of him hated you for picking the drive in, part of him loved you for it. You smiled to yourself, you heard his breath hitch, and you leant back down into the pillows. He still refused to put an arm around you. The movie began to play, but neither of you were actually paying attention. Though, you were pretending too. 

“You okay?” He whispered, about quarter way through the movie. 

“Yeah.” you smiled up at him, your eyes finding his in the dark, “Are you.”

“I dunno,” He smirked, “It’s pretty scary, Jovi, I think I might have nightmares.”

You laughed. He smiled down at you, and you shuffled a little closer, your thigh pressed firmly against his. You gave him a soft smile, the slightly flustered look on his face making your insides bubble, and you rested your head on his shoulder. Finally, he slung his arm around you. First it just sat on your shoulder, your hand just laced with his, and you held it there for a while. There was a jumpscare, and it got both of you. You jolted, and he screamed. His face went red and you looked up at him with a smirk. 

“I thought you were joking about the nightmares, Gar Bear.” 

“Shut up.” He rolled his eyes playfully and nudged his body into yours. 

Your heart raced, and you forced down all your nerves. You clutched his hand tighter and brought it down to your waist. He tensed a little, letting you move his arm how you pleased, to where you pleased. Safe to say he was freaking the fuck out. You brought his hand to the low of your stomach, holding it there softly. And he had no complaints. You snuggled into him a little more. 

“This is nice.” you whispered. 

He looked down at you all doe eyed and pink cheeked, “Yeah?”

You nodded, your gaze fixed on the movie, “Yeah. you're pretty comfy.” 

He smiled and turned back to the movie. He thought for a moment, and pressed a chaste kiss to the top of your head, making you grin like a mad man. 

Your hand eventually dropped, you grew too tired to hold it there. His thumb traced lightly over the fabric of your dress, letting his hand rest there for a moment. You shuffled a little, and he did too. His hand moved back from your stomach to your hip, under the blanket. He rested it there, regrettably so, because he could feel that your dress sat right where your underwear was. His hand rested on primarily bare skin. He wiggled his legs a little, his erection growing harder. He thought he should move his hand, to save himself the trouble, even though he really didn’t want to. He began to pull his hand away slowly, accidentally pulling your dress a little higher in the process, his fingers brushing over the lace of your underwear. It did not help the situation one bit. But his touch woke you up, a lot. It turned you on, a lot. You reached out and rested your hand softly over the top of his, keeping it there on your hip, where he could still feel your skin, and your dress, and your underwear. He swallowed, a shaky breath escaped his lips. And suddenly you had a surge of confidence. You wiggled a little, oh so innocently, until the blanket slipped down just enough for you to pretend you didn’t notice, and just enough to show the pink of your panties. He watched as you wiggled, and his eyes landed almost immediately in your lap. He hated himself for it, but he coked his head down a little, to get a better peak. He could see your hip clearly, right where his hand rested, but now, with his head turned like this, he could see right between your legs. And sure as shit, he recognised those panties immediately. He swallowed and quickly lifted his head, his eyes burning into the movie screen, dick hard as ever. And fuck, he had to really concentrate on the movie or else you would notice. And he really didn’t want you to notice. The rule was, you make the move. Not him. And god, he wanted to make the move more than ever. 

It was about halfway through the movie now, you stole a little glance up at him, and he was very concentrated on the film. You could almost hear his mind racing though. You looked down at your lap, and then his. You kept your eyes there for a moment. There was a bright flash on the movie screen, the change in colour illuminated the car just enough for you to notice the bulge under the thin blanket. You bit your lip, subconsciously clenching your thighs together. He felt your leg move and let his eyes wander. He noticed your legs firmly pressing together and he raised his eyebrows, mouth falling open slightly. He cleared his throat, eyes forcibly turning back to the movie. He licked his lips, stealing a few little glances down at you, at your thighs. You looked up at him, right as he was staring between your legs. He was caught. He quickly turned his head away, a hint of pink tinting his cheeks. You smirked. 

“Like what you see?” 

He cleared his throat again, refusing to look at you, “What?” 

You laughed a little and sat up properly, blanket discarded. You sat on your knees facing him, your dress had fallen back down a little, but since it was still so very short, he could see about half your ass from the side. You looked at him intensely, hands resting delicately on your knees. He stiffened, sitting upright now too, eyes fixed on your face. He didn’t let them wonder. He didn’t want you thinking he was a pervert. 

“My underwear.” You smiled so innocently, “You like it?”

His face blushed even deeper, and he tipped his head down, eyes still fixed on yours, “I’m sorry– what?”

You smirked, “I figured it out.” 

He shook his head slightly, “Figured what out?”

“That your porn collection all looks like me.” you laughed at the shock on his face, “And that they're wearing pink because you walked in on me wearing these.” you lifted your skirt a little, giving him a quick glance of your panties. 

His eyes darted down, he couldn’t even control that movement. He hated himself for it. He swallowed quickly, his eyes slowly finding yours again as you lowered the skirt on your thighs again. 

“I’m surprised it took you that long.” he laughed nervously, a hand rubbing the back of his neck, “Sorry.”

“I thought I’d wear them tonight, just for you.” 

His breath hitched, “I- fuck.”

You giggled, “So, you like it?” 

He nodded eagerly, “Is that creepy?” 

You smiled softly and shook your head, “Nope.”

He relaxed a little, “Okay, good.” 

You swallowed deeply, “Gareth?”

He looked at you with desperate eyes, “Yeah, Jovi?” 

You bit your lip, taking a moment to pull your thoughts together, what you wanted to say intimidated you, a lot, “I’ve never… been with anyone before… if you know what I mean.” 

He swallowed, “Uhm… yeah. Me either.” 

You looked up at him, “Nothing?”

He shook his head, “Nothing at all.” 

“But you sometimes leave with girls after gigs.”

He laughed, “Yeah, we make out for a bit and then I freak out and stop.” 

You laughed too, “Ozzy, your stupid.”

“Just awkward.” He grinned. 

“Okay.” you nodded, “Well, I’ve never done anything either.” 

He nodded slowly. 

“I just… I thought I’d tell you because I thought you had done stuff, and I just wanted to let you know I don’t know if I’m ready-”

“Nether, darling. It’s okay.” The name made your heart race. 

You tucked your hair back behind your ears, “Okay… okay good.” 

“Okay.” he chuckled nervously. 

“Can we take it slow?” 

“Yeah.” He smiled so softly, “We can go at whatever pace you need.” He reached and grabbed your hand, lacing his fingers with your own. 

“Okay, good. Thank you.” you relaxed a lot. 

“I’ve seen you in your underwear twice now, so I’m very satisfied.” 

You laughed, “You're an idiot.”

“Yeah…” He laughed with you. 

You shuffled a little closer, “Would it be okay if we like…” you swallowed, “Made out… properly?” 

His ears turned red and his eyes widened, “You want too?”

You bit your lip, scrunching up your face as you nodded, “Yeah… you know after you put your hand on my thigh, I was pretty done. And then I noticed your hard on-”

“Oh-” he pulled the covers up a little.

You laughed, “Don’t be shy.” 

He rolled his eyes, a smile on his lips.

“Anyway…” you swallowed and leant a lot closer, your hands reaching up around his neck, “I have just wanted to do this since we got here.” 

He nodded, his eyes flicking between yours and your lips as you pulled yourself closer, “Well, I’ve been wanting to do this for years, so go ahead.” 

You huffed a small laugh and locked your lips onto his. You pressed your body against his, the kiss depending a little, you opened your mouth, and he followed suit, nerves flying. You buried your fingers through his hair, tugging at it slightly, pulling his head back a little as you pulled yourself a little higher. You licked along his bottom lip, and his tongue flicked out against yours. Your heart raced, your pussy throbbed, and you slotted your tongue against his. You pulled yourself even closer, your chest smushed tightly against his. One of his hands cupped the back of your head, the other rested softly on your waist, holding your close. You blocked out the sound of the movie, the idea of the movie, the only sounds you could hear was the wet slapping of your mouths together. His hand lowered a little to the high of your ass, not quite close enough to grab, but close enough to send a shiver up your spine. Your hand trailed down from his hair, along his neck and to his shirt. You grabbed it tightly, pulling at it to bring him closer. You let a little moan slip into his mouth, and fuck, his dick twitched. He groaned in response, his hand dropping down, sliding over the curve of your ass, down to your thigh. He wrapped his hand around the back of it, quite high, close to your ass, and tugged slightly. You were practically on top of him now, but not quite. The hand that held the back of your head came around to brush some hair back from your face that had fallen, almost tangling itself between your mouths. 

“Mhm, sorry.” you mumbled against him as he pushed it behind your ear, holding your jaw gently. 

He shook his head slightly, “It’s okay.” he smiled into the kiss, his tongue tracing over your lips, “You okay?”

You kissed him eagerly again, “Yeah…” you bit his bottom lip gently, “I really like kissin’ you.” 

He smirked and pulled back slightly, “Oh yeah?” 

You nodded, biting your own lip now, “Yeah. A lot.” You brought your lips back to his, mumbling into the kiss, “Turning me really fucking on.” 

“Fuck.” he moaned. 

His grip on your thigh tightened a lot, his hand slipped from your face to the high of your back and he rolled you back down into the mattress, your head resting softly against the pillows, the hand from your back resting against the pillows behind your head for support. He didn’t break the kiss as he brought himself to hover over you, in fact, he only kissed you harder. His hand that gripped your thigh slid up to your hip, slipping under the fabric of the dress and he let it rest there. You lifted your leg to hook around him, tugging him down into you. You moaned into his kiss again when you felt his dick press against your cunt, you throbbed actually. He grunted, letting himself grind down into you once, but stopping himself from doing it again. You wanted to go slow. And quite frankly, he wanted to savour every moment like this, so going slow suited him too. But this was a little faster than slow. You’d never been in a position like this. You knew it wasn’t ‘slow’, but that didn’t matter. Because you were comfortable with it, you wanted it, whatever it was. His grip on your hip tightened, his fingers digging into your skin. It felt good. 

“Gareth,” your voice was breathy, your nose bumped against his as he pulled back slightly. 

“Yeah, you okay?” He searched your eyes, “Too fast?” 

You shook your head, licking your lips slowly, “No, but- I like this a lot.” 

He smiled, those darned nerves flying back, and he giggled. You giggled too. 

“Me too, sweetcheeks.” 

You blushed, “I just wanted to tell you that.” 

He grinned, he thought it was sweet, “Yeah?”

You nodded. 

“Okay…” He kissed your cheek, “Did you want to keep going? Or stop?” 

“Keep going.” you twisted your finger around one of his curls, “but, I said I wanted to take it slow.” 

He nodded, his hand slipping away from your hip and up to rest on the other side of your head, “Okay, you're in control here, alright?”

You nodded, “Just– no getting naked.”

He grinned, “I wasn’t planning on getting naked at the drive in, darling.” 

You laughed, “Okay, okay. Good point.” you smiled, “Well, no stuff involving the removal or reaching under of underwear.”

“Right.” He nodded, “What else?”

“Uhmm..” you thought for a moment, “You can… grind on me if you want. But no cumming.”

His face went red, “That was bold.” 

You shrugged, your finger now mindlessly connecting the freckles on his face, “I can be bolder.”

He smirked, “No cumming, but grinding is A okay.” 

You nodded.

“Anything else?” 

“Well, maybe this isn’t a thing for tonight, but for next time more so…”

He nodded. 

“Tops can be removed. You’ve already seen me in my underwear, so why not?” you looked at him for a moment, “But the bra stays on. That counts as nudity.” 

He nodded, “Fuck, okay yeah… if your okay with that.”

“I am… but not at the drive in.”

He laughed, “Not at the drive in.” 

“Are you okay with those rules?” 

“Yeah.” He smiled reassuringly, “More than okay with them, actually.”

“Do you have any rules of your own?” 

He thought for a moment, there was one that came to mind immediately. But he felt weird saying it. He didn’t think it would come up tonight anyway. So he stashed that thought away for another time. 

“Uhm, none that I can think of.” 

You smiled, “Okay.” you nodded, “If you think of any later, just tell me.” 

He pressed a soft kiss to your nose, “Same goes for you, okay?” 

“Okay.” you smirked and pulled him down into another kiss. 

His hand moved back to your hip, your moths gaped open eloping each other in a sloppy kiss. His hand slid up your side, over your dress, the fabric bunching up with it accidentally. You hoisted your leg higher on his back, your underwear now on full display. You grabbed his hand, guiding it down onto your now, practically bare ass. 

“You sure?” he mumbled into the kiss. 

“Sure.” you mumbled back. 

His grip tightened on your flesh there, grabbing at it hungrily. His large hand slid down to your thigh a little, holding it tightly over his body, moving it even higher on his back before trailing his fingers back down to your ass. He moved his hand until his fingers brushed against the lacy fabric that was bunching together in the middle. He squeezed hard. You groaned out into his kiss. He smirked against your lips. He ground his hips down into you, his clothed cock pushing up against your clit. You whimpered, a desperate moan eliciting from both of your mouths. He pulled away from your lips, his kiss now trailing along your jaw, sucking at the skin. He trailed his lips down your neck, when he reached your most sensitive spot at the base, you let out a needy gasp, he ground his hips into you again, this time you whimpered. He began to suck at the skin there, gently pulling at it with his teeth every so often, his tongue licking over it. You sifted your fingers through his hair, tipping your head back to give him more room. You lifted your other leg around his waist, tugging him down into you again. He groaned into your neck. He trailed a long line of kisses around the base of your neck, down your chest, to the high of your breasts. He kissed the top of the pillowy flesh, his hand leaving your ass, hoving just under one of your breasts. 

“Is this okay?” he mumbled, pressing a series of kisses on your soft skin. 

You placed your hand atop his, pushing it onto your breast and squeezing, pushing it up, “Yes, fuck, please.” 

He groaned out, watching you move his hand on your breast. He moved his other hand to your other breast, squeezing them both together, watching in fucking awe as he did. He could have just cum from that. He brought his face back down, kissing along the exposed skin there, careful not to move the fabric of your dress too much and breach your boundaries. 

“So soft.” he mumbled. 

You closed your eyes, letting him kiss you in all the right places. It was heavenly. You sort of hated your own rules. You wanted to fuck him, you were wet enough. So fucking wet. But you both knew you needed to take your time. This was new territory for the both of you. He ground down into you again, your hole clenching so desperately around nothing. You moaned out, quite loudly, pulling him by the hair back up to your lips. You kissed him hungrily, desperately, so fucking needy. 

“Mhm,” He mumbled into your kiss, his hand still squeezing at your breast, “Maybe…” he moaned as he pushed his cock against you again, “Maybe we should stop.” 

You nodded, your arms tightening around his neck, drawing him closer, his chest pressed hard against yours and he thrusted his hips down again, “Yeah, maybe we should.”

But you didn't, you kept going. He thrusted again, and again and ag- “Fuck,” he groaned, “if we don’t stop, like right now…” he panted, pulling back a little, “I’m gonna…” 

His face turned red, he didn’t want to say it, but you understood. 

“Right.” you smiled, pressing a much softer kiss to his swollen lips, “Rule two.”

He laughed, “Rule two.” 

“Though, I would really like to see what you look like when you do.” you slowly swiped your finger down the bridge of his nose, bopping it on the end. 

His eyebrows raised, “You're really confident tonight.” 

You smirked, “Nah,” you shook your head, “Just honest.” 

“Well, same goes darling.” He kissed your nose, “Guess it’s just something to look forward to, hey?” 

You giggled, “Yeah.” 

You pulled him back in for one last long kiss before he rolled off you, back into the mattress. He reached his arm out, gesturing for you to cuddle up against him, and you did. He rested his hand on your hip again, only after pulling your dress back down for you. You pulled the blanket back over both of your legs, and snuggled into his chest, your hand resting softly on one of his pecks, keeping him close. He rested his head atop yours. 

“You know,” he started, “I still think I’m dreaming.”

You laughed, “If you were dreaming, Gar Bear, you probably would have gotten lucky.” 

He snorted, cheeks cherry red, “Shut up.” 

—————————————————————————

The drive home was peaceful. You played his Blue Öyster Cult mixtape, with all his favourite songs of theirs. A few of your own making the mix. His hand was resting warmly on your thigh as he drove, the other gently drumming on the wheel to the beat. He pulled up out the front of your house. You turned to him, and his hand slipped away from your thigh. 

“Can I walk you to the door?” 

You smiled and nodded. You both climbed out the car, this time beating him to it. 

“You’re killing my gentleman vibe.” he shut your door for you.

“You don’t need to do it every time, Gareth.” you smiled. 

“Yes I do.” he grinned and linked his arm with yours. 

“I had a really nice time tonight.” 

“Me too.” He winked, and you slapped his chest. 

“Men. Always thinking with their dicks.”

He laughed, “I’m kidding… a little bit.” Shrugged, “But me too, darling.” 

“Uhm, so, Jeff saw us kiss, did he ask you about it?” 

He smirked and turned to you, “Yeah.” He grabbed your hand, drawing over your palm with his finger, “Yeah, he knows all about my prolonged pining over you.”

You smiled, “Oh yeah?”

“Oh yeah.” He laughed, “The poor man had to hear about it every day.” 

You giggled, “You like me that much, huh?”

“Oh, you don’t even know the half of it.” He smiled up at you, “Can’t wait to get the third degree from mum when I get home.” 

You gasped, “Oh my goodness, yeah. She’s gonna drill you with so many questions.” 

“Yeah… I think she could tell I was into you too.” 

You shrugged, “Probably, she figured out my thing for Eddie pretty quickly.” 

“Sometimes it’s scary how much she knows.” 

“Yeah.” You smiled, “But she’s cool so it’s okay.”

“She’s not that cool-”

“Gareth you have the coolest mum ever, shut it.” 

He laughed, “Well… I should probably let you get your beauty sleep.” 

“Yeah…” you grinned, “You look like you need some too.” 

He gasped, “You little-” 

You poked your tongue out and grabbed his hands, “Goodnight, Gar Bear.” 

“Goodnight, Jovi.” He smiled and leant down to press a soft kiss on your lips, “See you on Monday?” 

“Monday.” you smiled, “Pick me up?” 

“Absolutely.” He grinned and kissed your nose. 

You blushed, a little giggle escaping you as you pulled out your keys, unlocking the door. You opened it, taking a small step in. 

“Bye.” you whispered, wiggling your fingers in a sort of wave. 

“Bye beautiful.” He smiled and began to walk backwards, “Sleep well.”

“You too.” 

He bounced back to the driver's seat of his car, giving you one last, sweet wave goodbye before climbing in. you shut the door and rested your back up against it, smiling to yourself like a mad man. You sighed and looked over to the kitchen. 

“Not a date my ass.” Your mum shook her head and walked to her bedroom.

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“ so tell me why you’ve chosen me . . . “

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load!metallica x fem!bassist

“ don’t want your grip , don’t want your greed “

[ilovemetallica]

I feel like Lars would try this after seeing the Reddit story

[mousedotjpeg]

{12:36 PM} You giggle as you twirl into Kirk's arms, graduation gown billowing from your movements. He grins down at you, before he's growing uncharacteristically serious. Your brows furrow, frown growing on your glossed lips. "Kirk...? What's wrong?" You ask, timidly. He gulps, hands moving to stroke along your hips, then he's taking a breath and leaning down, gently pressing his lips to yours. You take a moment to register what's going on, before you're kissing him back, arms reaching to wrap around his neck. He pulls away after a second, lips shaping into that megawatt smile of his. "Let's run away together."

[mousedotjpeg]

YOU DONT UNDERSTAND I N E E D HIM. SO. BAD.

[lilyroselett]

Slash and Lars Ulrich, MTV 1992

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