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zorosjuicymelonsx · 9 months ago

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Finding You

A/N: Welcome to Chapter 7 ya'll!

I was torn between two gifs to use for this chapter (its getting harder to pick) but like can we please take a moment to admire Zoro in this gif? I just imagine he doing this when Y/N catches him staring and he's like 'oh shit act casual' 🤭💚 I loved writing this chapter so much, I really got in my feels and hope you guys enjoy reading it. I'll be back in two weeks with the next chapter. I need some extra time to catch up with planning and writing the next chapters 🥺✨

Chapter Seven Previous Next

Hours had passed since Zoro sent himself to train in the Crows Nest. His body cocooned with sweat and his arms began to numb as he swung his heavyweight barbell over his head for the thousandth time. He knew it was overkill but he didn’t know what to do with himself. In his head; you were just you with no mental attachments but he couldn’t understand the yearning ache he felt around you in his heart. He had remembered only one memory that he would never admit he replayed in his head often in the hopes other memories would spur to end the vicious war his mind and heart were playing with each other.

Eventually Zoro forced himself to drop the heavyweight barbell. As the weight hit and he brought himself to sit, he grabbed the towel he had nearby to wipe off the excess sweat. Satisfied with the moisture to dried skin ratio, he closed his eye to clear his mind and zoned in on his breathing.

“Focus.” He mumbled to himself in the hopes it would help.

In the thick of the silence and his ongoing mental confusion, he did not anticipate that his mind would take him back to recapping the entire day he’d spent with you, flickering through the outfits you’d tried on and your smile on constant display throughout despite how sour it ended with the dirtbag at the bar. You had shone brightly in the dimness that was his mind.

He opened up his eye to look down at his hands, bringing his attention to the hand that bruised your wrist. The guilt he felt then returned and twinged his heart.

“For fucks sake.” He spoke irritatedly, clenching his fists for a few seconds. He gave up on meditation as a whole and laid himself back on the floor in defeat letting his mind go into the mental tangent he’d fought so desperately not to have since leaving you on the deck.

The words he spoke earlier were still bothering him. He had no clue where it had come from, having no recollection of prethinking the words before they came out. He couldn’t fathom what was going through your head after hearing him say the words. Remembering the surprised look on your face, he was appreciative that you tried to change the topic to keep him calm.

‘I called her my wife.’ He thought over it. It was the first time he spoke the words and solidified it into existence.

Is it possible that somewhere deep down inside he felt more for you than he could mentally wrap around his mind?

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Somewhere in the vast sea of the New World, a large dark ship hidden away sailed miles behind the Thousand Sunny undetected. The very capitain of the ship Enver who had invaded the Straw Hats sat in his captains quarters going over every plan he could think of to get closer to you and achieve his goal without compromising his plans or crew.

“We failed to capture her. I can’t seem to comprehend how we keep missing her at every chance.” Enver spat, his teeth gritted as he scrunched an old map he had in his hand out of anger. He hadn’t anticipated you would actually find the Pirate Hunter, the last few years he had spent tailing you and waiting for the right moment to make his move and reintroduce himself.

“What do you want to do about Roronoa?” Enver’s first mate Jacob stood beside watching the demise on his captain's face.

“I’ll admit that we underestimated just how strong the Straw Hats are. We need to lure her away from them to have a chance. Especially him. I don’t like how strong he’s become since the last time I met him.” Enver stood from his chair, moving away to glare out of the window in his quarters with his arms folded.

“Would he regain any memory of her?” Jacob questioned. Enver sighed out frustrated at the small possibility but shook his head to disagree.

“He has no memory of her whatsoever. I made sure to remove every trace of her from his mind during our fight in Shimotsuki.” Enver affirmed to himself.

“It would’ve been easier to wipe hers completely rather than his.” Jacob mumbled out. This set off Enver. He turned and with a few quick strides grabbed Jacob by his shirt and slammed him against the wall nearest to them.

“I’ve already explained this to you a hundred times: Roronoa was blocking my way when I had planned to wipe her memory after their wedding. I had to get rid of him to even stand a chance to get closer to her. Even then, she left to look for him.” Enver angrily spat out before releasing Jacob. He regained his composure knowing how easily riled up his captain can get. No matter how angry Enver became and took it out on him, Jacob owed Enver his life for saving him when he was poor and pathetic back home. He brought him back to life and purpose. He would do anything to ensure his captain's goals are met.

“It won’t be easy but I can’t take much more of this. I need her.” Enver mumbled out, turning to look back through the window and live in his head of fantasies of everything he wanted to do to you. ————————————- ⚔️✨ ————————————

The next week you could say was…weird. You noticed Zoro seemed a bit more observant with you. Whenever you were at the table in the galley with everyone for food or if you were training on deck, you could feel Zoro’s gaze on you. You’d be lying if you say you didn’t love the attention you were getting from him but at the same time you didn’t want to give yourself false hope that maybe he could feel the same way you do. You couldn’t explain the hug or the way he referred you as his wife in the bar. He had been sporadic in the past and when you did question him then he just gave a ‘felt like it’ reason.

For that, you chose not to overthink it but you’d already spent an embarrassing amount of time questioning Zoro’s intentions despite drawing no conclusions from them.

You were officially put on your first night watch. You’d arranged for pillows and blankets to be comfortably placed in the Crows Nest, courtesy of Sanji and Robin for helping you set it all up. Sanji had also made you an assortment of your favourite snacks with plenty of beverages to keep you full and satiated throughout the night.

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay by yourself up here Y/N-chan?” Sanji asked with a hint of worry in his voice.

“Of course Sanji, don’t worry.” You said assuringly as you patted his shoulder to comfort the cook. You would have considered it a sweet moment between the both of you but seeing Sanji lift up his blazer to sniff where you patted him definitely changed that for you.

You waved bye to Robin and Sanji, settling into your warm furnishing whilst picking up a book you had ready to read. You were not used to the silence that settled in around you, finding comfort in having background noise but you were also appreciative of it from time to time. As you opened the book to begin reading the adventure book Robin had recommended to you, the sound of the hatch could be heard opening. On instinct, you frowned as you immediately dropped the book and reached for your sword only to see a head of green pop through.

On realisation it was Zoro, you breathed a sigh of relief before you released your grip from the sword with a smile now etched on your face. Zoro had closed the hatch behind him, walking a few steps forward to stand in front of you whilst awkwardly observing your setup.

“You look cosy.” Zoro mumbled.

“Well well well, what brings you here Zoro? Surprised you found your way here.” You teased, smiling at him whilst he offered an eye roll.

“The stupid cook kept whining about you being up here all alone and I couldn’t sleep so..” Zoro slurred the last few words out. Knowing the swordsman's sleeping habits made it hard to believe but you gave him the benefit of the doubt.

Zoro won’t admit that he’s gotten used to sleeping next to you. He didn’t want to migrate back with the others, having gotten used to the sounds of your gentle breathing as opposed to the loud snores Luffy breathed out on a nightly basis.

“Would you like to join me?” You offered as you lovingly patted the space next to you. Zoro looked at how comfortable you were under the blankets, nodding before untying his swords to place them next to yours and crawling to sit next to you. He sighed a breath of relief before digging in his sash and pulling out a bottle of sake.

“Of course.” You mumbled out giggling before going to pick up your book and attempt to start reading it.

A minute of silence passed and you’d expected to hear the sound of gulping but heard nothing. You looked up from the page to see Zoro staring at you intently, the unopened bottle still grasped firmly in his hand.

“Does it bother you?” Zoro asked.

“Does what bother me?” You asked, feeling confused by the nature of his question.

“My drinking habits.” You let out a small ‘ah’ in understanding. You shook your head to disagree.

“Not at all, you’ve always been like this since the start. Wouldn’t change a thing. I’m sorry if I made you feel anyway.” You said with guilt laced in your voice. Zoro grunted before opening the bottle of sake and taking a few chugs from it. You returned to your book and you both sat in comfortable silence for some time. You managed to get through the first chapter of your book before bookmarking it and picking up your beverage to take a sip. With your thirst quenched, you put your drink back and turned to see Zoro’s eye closed and his breathing evened out. You knew he wasn’t sleeping and you decided to ask him the one question that's been nagging you since you arrived on the Sunny.

“Can I ask what happened to your chest?”

Zoro opened his eye to see you looking at him, your eyes beaming with curiosity. He forgot that you didn’t know what happened to him.

“Challenged Mihawk.” He said in two simple words. Your eyes widened and you soon changed your seating position to now face him entirely, your smile widening.

“You found him?!” You asked excitedly, taking your drink back in your hands to centre your excitement.

“Y-yeah, how did you know? Did Robin tell you or?” He asked, confused. He hadn’t expected your reaction to be this animated. You laughed before taking another sip of your drink.

“I mean we are married, duh of course I would know. You were always so excited to tell me how you would find him and challenge him to take his title. Plus, you promised Kuina afterall to be the world's greatest swordsman.” The mention of Kuina made Zoro’s eye widen with surprise.

“Kuina?”

You nodded before crossing your legs to sit more comfortably.

“I was devastated when she passed away, everyone was. She was amazing and an example of how being a woman shouldn’t stop you from achieving your dreams. Heck, she’s even given me a lecture to grow a backbone.” You smiled, your voice was filled with both humour and sadness that she was taken away so early.

You sighed, looking away from Zoro and down at your lap. You sighed before clearing your throat.

“I wasn’t supposed to but after the funeral, I was walking through the dojo to get my bag when I heard your voice coming from the room you were in with Koshirou. Seeing you like that…I remember how sad it made me. You could tell you took it the hardest out of everyone and when I heard you say you wanted Kuina’s sword, I felt somewhat relieved it would be in good hands. I’m glad you’re treating Wado well. She would be proud of you.” You shyly confessed. You hadn’t told him this even before he lost his memory.

Pain seared back into his head, Zoro closed his eye grunting as he captured his head with his palm leaning forward. He knew what this was and didn’t fight it. He welcomed the memory into his head despite the infuriating ache that came with it.

‘The memory took place from a different perspective; he was himself as he was currently and stood somewhere as if he was in observation.

“Honey, what's that you’re holding behind you?”

Hearing your voice, Zoro turned in the direction of where it was coming from to see you.

You giggled as you approached Zoro who stood by a tree. He assumed it was the forest back home as he watched a younger version of himself walk to you with something wrapped behind his hands. He saw himself now stood in front of you and leaned to give you a quick peck before bringing the gift from behind him to offer it to you.

He saw you beam while you perked an eyebrow before accepting his gift. You unwrapped it and saw a sword. He recognised the sword to be the same that you carry with you now. He saw you gasp and display the biggest grin on your face.

“Please accept this. I wanted you to carry something from me to remind you that I’ll always be by your side.” He saw the smile bright on his face. He made a note that you both look younger, assuming this is a much older memory.

“I love it, thank you.” You blushed before tiptoeing to kiss him. He felt himself blush seeing how he watched himself grab you to pull you in closer to deepen the kiss.’

…..

“Zoro???”

He was shook out of the memory, the pain dulled down as he opened his eye to see the worry in your eyes. His eye wandered to the sword that you had propped next to you. It was in pristine condition and felt his heart swell with pride. He wasn’t ready to leave the memory, he wanted to see more.

“Are you okay? What was that?” You questioned him, panic laced in your voice.

“n-Nothing, I think it's for the sake. I drank it a bit too quickly.” He mumbled out. You felt some relief hearing this despite the fact you’d spent the last minute trying to call out for him. You only realised then it wasn’t the first time he’d shown this kind of pain and made you question whether you should disclose this to Chopper or not.

“I hope you’re not mad about me listening to the conversation you had about Kuina’s sword. I’m sorry, I know it's not easy to talk about. I just held onto that for years and felt now was the right time to talk about it.” You rambled guiltily as you fidgeted with your drink in your hand.

Being brought back to reality, Zoro hadn’t expected anyone to know about his breakdown with Koshirou. Being a child and losing someone who you looked up to would affect anyone. He didn’t know what to say or do other than grunt in acknowledgement, turning to look at Wado. The sword will always keep him grounded, reminding him of his shared dream with her.

“It's fine, we were kids. You didn’t know better.” You looked at him before nodding to yourself. You then saw the sake bottle was still in his hand and you reached over to take it away from him.

“Maybe lay off this for a bit.” You said before laughing and tucking the bottle behind you. For once, Zoro didn’t argue and willingly accepted letting you take it.

Silence filled the room again as you leaned back and returned to your book. Unknowing to you, Zoro used the silence to process the memory as he looked across the room. He never remembered ever seeming so…happy. The way he smiled at you in the memory, there was so much life in it. The way you looked at him with so much care and content. Seeing the both of you together somehow began to make more sense to him. He recalled over the last few weeks how easy it was for him to just converse or sit in comfort with you. Your kindness, your will, your selflessness. It didn’t go unnoticed by him.

Zoro turned to look at you to observe you, seeing your eyes sparkle as they glided across the page along with the words. His eye trailed down from the gentle slope of your nose to the suppleness of your lips as they slightly pouted out in concentration. He then took in your face as a whole and the way your hair sat to bring your whole beauty in together. He fought back a blush, allowing the tips of his ears to reddin. He’d previously acknowledged your looks but seeing you as you are now…

‘You’re beautiful Y/N’

“Everything okay?”

He didn’t notice you were staring at him puzzled. The swordsman feeling embarrassed he’d been caught staring harder than he anticipated nodded before looking away to stare at the wall.

“How did you get your devil fruit powers?” Zoro asked, hoping to change the subject now looking down to his lap as he pinched at his haori.

“You finally want to admit it's cool?” You joked. Zoro looked back up at you, smiling as he scoffed at your ridiculousness before shaking his head at you. You hummed in acknowledgement of his question, taking your time to collect your thoughts before you told the story for the first time out loud.

“I stole the fruit.” You admitted your second confession of the night.

Now this made Zoro laugh out loud.

“Now that I wasn’t expecting to ever hear from you.” He said as he stared at the growing redness of what seemed to be a mixture of embarrassment and shame.

You’d never told anyone how you obtained your fruit, choosing to keep it to yourself in case the very people you robbed decided to go on a widespread manhunt for you.

“What? You don’t think I’m capable of doing bad things?” You defended, knowing you didn’t look the type to steal. In all honesty, you wanted to live a life as honestly as possible. Unfortunately, the last few years had opened your eyes to accept that sometimes you had to be dishonest to survive.

“Alright, I'm invested now; why’d ya steal it?” Zoro continued encouraging you.

You placed your drink down, wiping your hand from the moisture that collected from it on the comforter. You leaned to lay back down, your head sinking into the pillow before sighing out and looking at the ceiling.

“After you disappeared and I made the decision to travel out and find you, the biggest con was the travel was taking too much time. Not a lot of ships as you know come to the village and finding my way around islands became a chore. A few months into my journey, I was in a bar resting and planning the next place to go to look for you when I overheard a couple guys on my right bragging about a devil fruit they stole from a group of pirates. They spoke about the fruit and how it was rumoured to give the user the ability to travel through holes to go to different places at your will or by chance. I was intrigued and desperate.

I made the choice to take a risk and steal it for myself. I followed them to where they were staying and thankfully they were so drunk and passed out once they got to their own ship. I snuck onboard and looked around for it. It was really hard to see since it was dark but I eventually managed to find a box that stuck out like a sore thumb and when I opened it; I saw the fruit.

I knew that there was no guarantee it was the right fruit and I would lose my ability to swim but if it meant I got this advantage then so be it. I ate the fruit, bare in mind it was the most disgusting thing I’ve ever eaten in my life.”

This made Zoro laugh again. You smiled before continuing.

“I ate every last bit of that fruit. I managed to leave the ship without being detected and decided to flee the island itself just in case anyone else may have seen me sneaking on the ship to begin with. I chose to travel to a quieter island, one where there weren't a lot of people and where I could have some privacy to practise using the fruit. The fear of just being on the boat knowing one wrong move and I’d drown is scary as hell. I wasn’t ready to die just yet.

I spent a LOT of time practising how to use my new abilities. It was a huge challenge and it took me about a year to summon just my first hole. The first island I travelled with my new abilities I unfortunately ended up being on an island with cannibals. They really tested my stamina. I was forced to use my ability again to travel back and because of that I found out the consequence of using the holes more than once in a day. I ended up spending three days barely conscious and recuperating completely alone. I don’t even want to get into the time I landed on Marijouse Island and was almost sold into slavery.”

“I hate that place, some guy didn’t want to admit he wanted directions and had the audacity to point a gun at me.” Zoro mumbled out bitterly.

“I mean look where I am now. It was worth it.” You said brightly to lighten the mood.

“Did you have doubts you’d never find me?” Zoro questioned.

“I did at one point. It was about two years into travelling when I had second thoughts. I was exhausted. I was running low on money, my father refused to help me. Lily had started her life with her new husband and children and I couldn’t bare the thought of burdening her.

I didn’t give up because I knew that I would spend the rest of my life thinking about how much I would regret not getting any closure from you. I couldn’t bear the thought of starting another life with someone else. I couldn’t get over you and I don’t think I could love anyone as much as I love you. I respect you for having your ambitions and I had planned to stay by your side as you worked towards becoming the world's greatest swordsman. If I had to sacrifice myself to make sure you continue and achieve that, I would do it in a heartbeat.”

Zoro was stunned in silence as he stared at you.

“Well that was a lot, haha.” You breathed out feeling somewhat lighter.

“i-I don’t know what to say other than I’m sorry.” Zoro mumbled.

“Why are you sorry?”

Zoro was silent, gathering his thoughts together before answering.

“Don’t you feel you wasted the last few years just because of me?” Zoro looked at you intently. You looked back harder, your mouth thinning at his question.

‘Was he trying to make you feel that you wasted your time over him?’ You thought to yourself.

“Zoro, I want you to listen and listen well. If I had to go through all of it again, I would do it. I don’t regret anything I did if it meant I could be here now.” You grinned.

Zoro's heart became erratic.

‘There it was again, his heartbeat.’

Ba dum, ba dum, ba dum.

‘Why?’

Ba dum, ba dum, ba dum.

The longer you both held each other's gaze, the faster his heartbeat became.

Zoro concluded that his heart reacted because of you.

Ba dum, ba dum, ba dum.

The ache he felt to be close to you and protect you till his last breath. He felt the gentle rising and falling of your steady breath as you both sat so close to each other.

Ba dum, ba dum, ba dum.

How your eyes were so gentle and full of hope.

Ba dum, ba dum, ba dum.

How your skin was so soft whenever you’d held his hand.

‘Is this what love feels like? Is this it?’

And it was.

At that moment, Roronoa Zoro had accepted that he was in love with you. Despite struggling to mentally understand his feelings, he decided that his heart had won the war.

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A/N: God I am a sap for romance, writing the last line made my heart go BA DUM BA DUM BA DUM 😭❤️

#one piece fanfiction #one piece #memory loss #romance #zoro x reader #roronoa zoro #slow burn

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atlafan · 2 years ago

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No Complaints - Part One

a/n: hellloooooooo the fic you’ve all been waiting for is finally here. Based off these posts, you all wanted a full fic, so as per usual, first part on here, the rest on patreon. I don’t think I’ve ever written this much smut in one fic, so buckle up. I honest wasn’t sure what I wanted to name this fic. I kept calling it ‘happy himbo’ but that didn’t work. He’s sort of just like a polite dirtbag, but with an endearing twist! You’ll see the theme with “no complaints” throughout the fic. I spent way too long on this banner. I photoshopped that bottom half onto that woman and I also created that entire wall because I’m insane. ANYWAYS PLEASE REBLOG AND LEAVE NOTES AND COME TO MY ASK BOX AND JUST PLEASE GIVE ACTUAL INTERACTIONS WITH THIS PLEASE I’M SO TIRED also there are some strong sex and the city inspired vibes

Warnings: just...a ton of filthy smut, anal, public sex, dominant and submissive vibez...just...yeah

Words: 11.6K

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With the way Layna’s cheeks went bright red when she glanced at the text that just came in on her smart watch, each of her friends put down their forks and stopped paying attention to their delicious brunch food to ask her what just got sent to her, and by who.

“Who just made you make that face?” Christine asks with a smirk.

“Hm? Oh, no one.” Layna waves her off. “Anyone want another mimosa?”

“Don’t change the subject.” Serene says. “Is it a guy?”

“It is, but it’s no one special.”

“Then you can tell us what it said.” Michelle says.

“Please don’t make me show you, it’s embarrassing.” Layna groans.

“Wait, is it the himbo from your gym?” Christine asks excitedly.

“What himbo from your gym? You’ve never mentioned a himbo from your gym.” Serene says.

“Okay, okay. There’s this really hot guy that works at my gym. He’s sort of like a trainer, but he does other maintenance stuff too. We’ve hooked up a couple times. It’s not a big deal.”

“What makes him a himbo?” Michelle asks.

“Um, well…” She looks down at her phone and flips it over. She unlocks it so her friends can see the text he sent her. “He is a big fan of emojis, types with the worst grammar, and well…he’s basically just a polite dirtbag.”

Her friends all look disgusted as they look up from Layna’s phone.

“I’m sorry, but why are you bothering with this idiot?” Serene asks.

“Because the sex is incredible. I don’t think a guy has ever made me orgasm as often as this guy has, and he’s so attentive. He’d go down on me for hours if I let him.”

“When and how did this all start?” Christine asks. “Because the last you told me about the dude was that you just thought he was cute, but you hadn’t even spoken.”

“Alright, I’ll start from the beginning. But I need more alcohol.”

A few weeks ago…

Layna started going to a new gym. She could afford to go to a better one with more space that is closer to work so it’s easier for her to go after a long day. It helps to clear her head. The life of an art dealer seems glamorous, but it’s a lot of work. You are constantly schmoozing with artists to get them to have a show at your gallery, and then you have to market that show to all the right people to make sure the art is actually bought. Not to mention working with a catering crew, lighting experts, and having to smile the entire time because you need the commission from the sales. It’s a lot of long hours and working on the weekends. So having a good gym close by that Layna can go to on her way home is super helpful.

The locker room is extremely clean and sanitary. There’s even a steam room! Not that Layna has a huge desire to sit naked in a pool of her own sweat with a ton of other naked women around her, but a good steam after a particularly grueling workout is nice. The lockers are spacious enough for all her things. She changes, wipes her makeup off, throws her hair up into a high pony and makes her way out to the main area.

Layna likes to warm up on the treadmill. She doesn’t run, but she works her way up to walking at a faster pace and at an incline. She only does about a mile, it’s enough to get her muscles warm and ready for the strength training portion of her workout. She doesn’t love using machines. She never feels like she knows what she’s doing, but it can be boring to do the same things with the same weights. She keeps looking over at the leg extension machine. It seems simple enough, but she’s honestly a little too scared to use it. So she doesn’t.

She sticks to her normal routine, goes for a relaxing steam, and then takes a quick shower before getting ready to go home. As she’s leaving, she notices a very cute guy going around wiping down machines and collecting rags and towels people have left behind. He’s wearing a shirt with the gym’s logo on it, so she assumes he works there. He looks up and over at her, making eye contact for only a moment, but the way he grins at her makes her blush and smile nervously back at him before leaving.

She goes most days after work, and it’s the same thing. She does her usual routine, but looks off at the machines she’s too afraid to use. It takes about a week of stolen glances, but by Saturday morning, when there are less people around, the very cute guy approaches Layna before she can take any weights off the racks.

“Hi.” He says. “You’re a new member here, right?”

“Yeah.” She nods, smiling. “Is it that obvious?”

“No.” He chuckles. “I work a lot of hours here and I hadn’t seen you before this week, so I just assumed. I hope this doesn’t come off as creepy, but I see you looking around a lot. Is there something you want to try that you might feel too nervous about?”

“Oh, gosh.” She slides a hand down her face. “Yeah, I want to try some of those leg machines, but I hate being the person that takes up time learning how to use it when other people are waiting. They’re sort of intimidating.”

“You’re allowed to take up space, so don’t worry about that. It’s less busy today, I could show you how a few things work if you want.”

“Are you a professional trainer?”

“You mean do I have a college degree in athletic training with a ton of certifications? No, but I am a personal trainer, and I do have the certifications to train others. We all learn how each machine works so we can teach you all.”

“Alright, then, yes I would appreciate some help. Um, what’s your name? You’re not wearing a tag or anything.”

“M’Harry.” He extends his hand, and she takes it to shake.

“I’m Layna.”

“That’s a really pretty name.” He smiles. “Come on, I’ll show you the leg extension machine first.”

Harry has Layna sit down, and he goes over what a good amount of weight to start is his, and how many reps she should do how many times to see improvements. She’s a little embarrassed using it since he’s watching her, but she calms down a little when he gives her shoulder a squeeze and tells her she’s doing it perfectly.

“Is it alright that I just touched you? I should have asked first, I’m sorry.” He tells her after taking his hand away from her quickly.

“It’s fine! I don’t mind if you touch me.” She says with a flirtatious glint to her eyes that he picks up on right away.

She does fifteen reps, three times, then Harry takes her to the leg curl machine. She’s in a much more compromising position now because she’s laying on her stomach with her ass in the air and the backs of her legs have to lift up the weight. Harry watched her form, but wasn’t shy about checking out her ass either. The third and final machine he shows her is the hip abduction/adduction machine. He explains that there are different muscle groups worked depending on if your thighs are on the inside of the pads or on the outside.

Opening and closing her legs like this in front of him really shouldn’t have been such a turn on for either of them, but it was. The eye contact was strong, and Layna could feel herself getting worked up. When she’s done, she wipes off the machine, but makes no move to walk away from him.

“I don’t usually advertise this, but one of the perks of working here is that we get a private bathroom that you need a key to get into.” He tells her lowly so no one else around will hear. “If you grab your stuff to shower and meet me by the employee door on the inside of the locker room, I can let you in.”

“Yeah, that sounds good.” She nods.

“Yeah?” He asks for confirmation. “You want to fuck me?”

“Jesus!” She shushes him, making him laugh. “Yes, you didn’t have to ask.”

“I just wanted to make sure we were on the same page and that you didn’t think I was just going to let you have a more private shower.”

“I understood from your tone. Give me five minutes to grab my things.”

Mid-morning delight isn’t something Layna takes part in very often, but this guy is fucking hot, and he wants to fuck her, so she’s going to let him. She gathers her things and discreetly makes her way to the employees only door at the back of the locker room. Harry cracks it open just enough to see her, then opens it fully to let her in. She follows him down the hall past a large laundry room, and to the right. He scans his keycard on the lock and opens the door for her. When he closes it, he flips the lock so others will know the bathroom is otherwise occupied.

There is a stall to one side with a toilet, and a large sink counter across from that. Harry goes to turn the water on in the large shower on the other end of the room. Layna sets her gym bag down on the counter. Harry comes up from behind her, wrapping his arms around her torso as he starts to kiss on her neck. Normally, she would care that she was sweaty, but she made sure to wipe her neck down and pat it dry before meeting him at the door. He sucks a bruise into the space behind her ear, causing her to gasp and hook her around his head to tug on his hair. He presses himself against her ass, and she feels how hard he is.

Harry parts from her and turns her around. They launch at each other, teeth clanking as they kiss, each wanting to get their tongue in the other’s mouth. Harry’s hands are all over Layna. He grips the hem of her shirt and pulls it off of her. They clumsily make their way over to the shower as they continue to strip each other of their clothes.

“Wait!” She says just as he’s about to rid her of her leggings. “Shower shoes.”

“Oh! This bathroom gets cleaned like five times a day, it’s all good.”

“Okay.” She nods and lets him proceed.

Once they’re both naked, Harry all but throws Layna against the tile wall of the shower. They’re both under the water, which makes her feel better about his mouth exploring her chest. She nearly loses her balance when he starts sucking on one of her nipples.

“What’s okay and what’s not okay?” He asks her after leaving a nasty bruise on the top of her breast. “Where can I touch?”

“You can…you can do whatever.”

“Layna, I wanna know what makes you feel good or this won’t be any fun.”

“I want you to use me however you like. You can touch wherever you want.”

His lips slot over hers as his hand makes its way between her thighs. His fingers rub through her folds before slowly inserting his middle finger up inside of her. Her head falls back against the tile, and Harry takes the opportunity to kiss on her exposed throat, working his way to the crook of her neck to bite and suck on. She reaches between them to start fisting at his cock, swiping over the tip to spread his precome. He groans into her hot, wet skin, and bucks into her hand. He slips his ring finger inside her, and lifts one of her legs up to rest on the hinge of the arm he’s not using to thrust.

“We need to be sort of quick, so I’m sorry if this gives you whiplash.” He warns her.

At first, Layna is very confused. If he has to fuck her quick and hard, then that’s totally fine. This doesn’t need to be a whole two-act production. She figured since he lifted her leg that he was getting ready to stick his dick in her, but that’s not what he did. Once his fingers were sunk deep inside her, he took a deep breath and started pumping into her at lightning speed. Which, usually that would not feel good, but his fingers pet and drag against her front wall as he’s thrusting in and out, so it feels incredible. He’s not even doing anything to her clit and she feels like she could come from this alone.

“Jesus, fuck!” She nails sink into his shoulders as she holds onto him.

His mouth crashes to hers, probably to help keep her quiet. He swallows every moan, every whimper, every muffled grunt of his name. She’s not sure how his arm isn’t getting tired, but she’s not complaining. No, she feels good, so fucking good, better than she’s ever really felt, and there’s the most perfect amount of pressure in her lower stomach.

You would think with the sound of running water and the fan in the bathroom going that you wouldn’t be able to hear much else. But Layna can hear how wet she is. There’s a squelching sound with each thrust of Harry’s fingers. It’s making her dizzy. She moves to bury her face in his neck so she can breathe a little easier. Her nails are now digging into his back.

“Doing so well being quiet for me.” He says into her ear. “Next time we can go somewhere less public so you can let out all those pretty noises.”

“I’m getting close.” She warns him.

“I know, I can tell.” Normally something so arrogant wouldn’t turn Layna on, but for whatever reason, Harry’s cockiness is doing it for her. “You’re dripping down my wrist, you know that, right? You’ve squirted like two times already.”

“Please, I...Harry, I need to come.”

“So come.” He nips at her earlobe. “Come for me.”

That was all the encouragement she needed. Her back arches, and it feels so good that the noise that falls from her is silent. Everything goes white. She can tell that she’s gushing around him. He takes his fingers out to watch the rest of it drip out. He slips them back in, almost in a tender way, just cupping her pussy and rubbing it to soothe her and help her calm down. He sets the leg of hers he was holding up down and kisses her.

“That felt amazing.” She breathes. “Want me to do you now?”

“Please. Just jerk it, you don’t have to put your mouth on me this time.”

Layna nods, happy to not be blowing him. She usually prefers to kneel on a pillow, not hard, solid tiles. They continue kissing and licking and nipping at each other while she pumps him. She ends up using both of her hands, and she swears she could have come again from the way Harry moaned in her ear. She lets him come on her tummy, and even scoops some up on her finger to suck on, just so he would have no doubt that she’s a good girl.

They clean each other up and get out of the shower. Harry watches as Layna pulls herself together, and slings her gym bag over her shoulder.

“So, can I get your number?” Harry asks her as he opens the bathroom door to lead her out.

“Um, sure.” She blinks. “Just for sex though, right? I’m not really looking for anything serious right now.” They walk out to the main area of the gym. It’s gotten busier.

“Yeah, just for sex. I’m not looking for anything serious right now either.” He runs a hand through his slightly damp curls. “I haven’t been able to take my eyes off you since you started coming in. You’re so sexy.”

“The…the feeling is mutual.” She tells him, feeling her cheeks heating up. “Here’s my phone, you can put your contact in.”

Harry takes her phone and creates his contact. “I just put ‘H’ as the contact name. That’s what most people call me.”

“Cool.” She smiles. “So…I’ll see you around?”

“Yeah, see you around.” He smiles back.

He seemed nice enough, and he turns her on, so Layna felt good about her new fuck buddy. There’s no harm in it. They’re both adults, if they want to stop, they’ll stop.

“I’m sorry, you let a strange man finger fuck you in a completely secluded area?” Serene asks.

“Yes.” Layna confirms. “It was like something out of a sex novel, you know? I wanted him, and he wanted me, so I figured what the hell?”

“Have you hooked up since?” Michelle asks eagerly.

“She sure has.” Christine grins.

“Why does Chris get all the juicy gossip?” Serene asks.

“Because she’s the least judgmental out of the three of you. Besides, I haven’t actually told her anything, she just has a sixth sense for this stuff.” Layna answers bluntly. “I knew you wouldn’t approve of me being so reckless, and I knew that Michelle wouldn’t approve of what he does for work.”

“Well, if you’re just fucking him, then it doesn’t matter. Just don’t catch feelings and continue seeing men with good jobs on the side.” Michelle shrugs.

“Why is being a personal trainer not a good job?” Christine asks. “He knows everything about the body, that’s hot.”

“He doesn’t know everything. He just knows how to train people. He never went to college or anything like that.” Layna explains. “Which is fine. That’s all I really know about him. We don’t talk unless we’re fucking.”

“Do you fuck at the gym a lot?” Serene asks.

“No, that was the only time. He didn’t want to risk getting in trouble, which I totally understood.”

“I’m dying to know more, so please continue.” Michelle says.

“Okay, so the second time it happened was about a week later…”

Hey, u up?

It was Friday, now technically Saturday since it was two in the morning. Layna would normally be asleep, but she was at work late for a show at the gallery, and she was still feeling riled up from that. So she texted him back.

Hey, yeah I am

Wut r u up 2?

Layna furrowed her brows at the text. Is he drunk? Who over the age of sixteen texts like this? She panics for a moment. What if he’s only college aged. She’s twenty-nine.

That depends…how old are you?

29 how old r u?

Twenty-nine

So r u dtf or nah?

Yeah, wanna come to my place?

Send me the addy

Layna can’t believe she’s about to let a guy who texts like this come over and fuck her. But he made her come so hard last week without even touching her clit! And she gushed and gushed. She wants to see what he can do without a time constraint.

Twenty minutes later, Layna is unlocking the door to her apartment. She lives in a four-story walk up, and she’s on the fourth floor. It’s a pain going up and down the stairs all the time, but she gets the rooftop all to herself, so she can’t complain too much.

“Hey.” Harry gives her a ‘sup’ nod as he comes in. He’s wearing an orange hoodie and black basketball shorts. “Where’s your bedroom?”

“Hi, um, it’s right over there – oh!”

He had picked her up and thrown her over his shoulder. He finds her bedroom and tosses her onto her bed. She had put on a cute set of pj’s, a silk spaghetti string top and shorts to match. But she realizes she could have been in a paper sack and Harry still would’ve fucked her. He peels his sweatshirt off before climbing onto the bed. His lips are on hers only seconds after that.

Layna likes the way Harry kisses. He’s needy and aggressive without it being too gross and sloppy. His tongue is soft and precise, and his lips are smooth and easy to bite at. He definitely uses chapstick regularly. He tastes like mint, like he had just chewed a fresh piece of gum, and he smells woodsy with a hint of cinnamon. It’s all doing wonders for her.

His hands slide up under her shirt and he gropes at her breasts. He tweaks her nipples and grinds himself into her, making her gasp. He’s already so hard. He must be sensitive. That’s hot. He pushes her shirt up over her breasts and wraps his lips around one of her nipples. Her fingers card through his hair as she arches into him. He kisses down her stomach and drags her shorts down her legs.

“I’m glad you didn’t leave your panties on. Next time just open the door naked.” He smirks as he pushes her legs open. “You good if I eat you out?”

“Mhm, yeah. I want you to use me, remember?”

The lights in the room are dim, but still bright enough so Harry can see what he’s doing. He licks up her slit with a long drag of his tongue, then he spits on her before doing it again. Over and over, he kitten licks at her, getting her wet with his spit and her own slick. Even though it feels good, Layna is about to tell him her clit is a little higher up, but she doesn’t get the chance. He found it on his own. He looped his around her thighs, and yanked her to him before he started sucking on her clit.

“Oh, fuck that feels good.” She fists at her blankets and throws her head back.

His tongue flicks back and forth on her clit, then he goes back to sucking on it, welling up his spit every so often to keep her clit wet and comfortable. One of his hands smooths up her stomach, landing on her chest. Layna takes the hint and sucks on his middle and ring fingers. When she’s done, Harry brings them down to her center and sinks them inside. He moans against her when he feels how wet and warm and tight she is.

“Are…will you…shit.” She can’t even speak.

“Tell me what you need, baby.” He says lowly, giving her clit a breather while he continues to fuck her with his fingers.

“Will you make me squirt again?” She whimpers. “It felt so good the last time.”

“Yeah? You like getting pounded into hard?”

“Mhm.” She nods. “It feels so good when it hurts a little.”

Harry grins wickedly at her, then brings his mouth back down to her clit while he gives her fast, shallow thrusts with his fingers, finding her g-spot easily. Her hands find his hair again and she tugs hard on his roots. Her hips roll up towards his face, but his free hand pushes down on her lower stomach to keep her in place.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come!” She cries out as she makes a mess around his fingers. He moans as he licks her clean and sucks on her pussy. “Fucking hell.” She breathes, wiping the sweat from her forehead. Harry kisses up her body, then licks into her mouth while he takes his shorts and underwear off.

“Sit up.” He tells her and she does so, so he can take her shirt off. He slips his thumb into her mouth and Layna closes her lips around it. “You’re so good. You want my cock?”

She nods as she continues sucking on his thumb. He pulls it from her and gives himself a few pumps before lining up with her. Normally she’d ask a random guy to wear a condom, but she’s on the pill and right now she doesn’t particularly care. She would hope a twenty-nine year old guy would be honest about not being clean. He slowly pushes inside of her, and both of their mouths fall open.

“Jesus Christ.” Layna gasps out as her nails rake down his chest. “Please tell me it’s in all the way.”

“It’s in all the way.” He chuckles.

“Good, I don’t think I could handle much more. Can feel you in my guts.” She half jokes.

“It doesn’t hurt in a bad way, does it?”

“No! No, just give me another second to adjust and then you can move.”

“Layna?”

“Yeah?”

He brings a hand up to cup her jaw, letting his fingers sift through her hair before getting a good grip on her and yanking her head back. “I’m gonna blow your fucking back out.”

“Oh my god, he actually said that to you?!” Christine squeals.

“Mhm.” Layna nods.

“And did he?” Michelle asks.

“Yeah, don’t stop there.” Serene says.

“Okay, okay. So, yes, he actually said that to me…”

Layna tightened around him after he said that to her, which Harry takes note of. He starts to move, rocking and rolling his hips as he thrusts in and out of her. She wraps her legs around his waist, leaving her feet to rest on the base of his spine. Harry comes down chest to chest with her so he can grope her breasts and kiss on her neck.

“Okay so far?” He asks her.

“Yeah, you feel so good, you’re so big.” She musters out.

He pecks her lips before sitting up and throwing her legs over his shoulders. She grips at his thighs as he fucks into her hard and deep. Her back arches and she reaches for her clit. He drops one of her legs to swat her hand away from herself. She looks up at him with a pout.

“Did I tell you that you could touch yourself?” He says. “I decide when you come, understand?”

“Yes, yeah, I’m sorry.” She says quickly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know, I won’t do it again, I’ll wait for you to do it. I just felt so good I wanted to feel-“

“Shut up.”

Layna closes her mouth and lays back into her pillows. In her every day life, she would never let someone get away with speaking to her like that. But Harry? He can say and do whatever the fuck he wants to her.

He leans forward and drives his cock in deeper. He grips the top of her headboard and beats into her. He licks his fingers and starts rubbing her clit. Layna isn’t sure what to do with her hands, so she just scratches at his chest. He seems to like it because he’s moaning pretty loudly.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She pants.

“Beg me for it.” He tells her. “Beg me to come.”

“Please, please let me.” She whimpers. “Please, I’m so close Harry, please.”

He smirks down at her. “Go ahead.”

She smiles at him and lets herself go. Moaning out and grinding up against him. When she’s done, he comes back down to her to kiss her and give her slow rolls of his hips.

“Say ‘thank you Harry’.”

“Thank you Harry.” She says weakly.

“God, you’re so fucking good.” He groans. “Can I fuck you from behind?”

“Yes, please.” She nods rapidly. “That’s my favorite.”

He nods and pulls out so she can get into position for him. He slides back in and reaches up to grip the top of the headboard with one hand, and the back of her neck with the other. And then he’s off. He pounds into her. Layna presses her hands flat to the headboard to brace herself and to stop her head from knocking into it. She moves her hips in circles and fucks herself back on his cock to meet his thrusts.

“Fuck, Layna.” Harry moans.

“Shit, please don’t stop, you’re hitting it.” She grunts. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.” She has a few stray tears rolling down her cheeks as she whimpers and whines.

“Are you gonna come for me again?”

“Only if you’ll let me, but I don’t know how long I can hold it.”

The bed is shaking and the headboard is knocking against the wall from the force of Harry’s thrusts. Harry’s hand slides from the back of Layna’s neck to the front, and he yanks her up and back until her back is pressed to his chest. He moves his hips in circles along with hers. One arm wraps around her chest, and the other around her waist so he can rub her clit. She slides his hand from her chest back to her throat and presses down on it.

“You’re so fucking perfect, Jesus.” He growls into her ear. “You like being choked?”

She nods and whines as she starts to feel herself getting close again. He stopped right before she could get there a moment ago. She hopes he won’t stop this time. Her head rolls back to his shoulder and her eyes flutter closed. His cock feels so good, it’s sliding in and out of her perfectly. And his fingers on her clit are like magic.

“I want you to come.” He tells her, nipping at her earlobe. “Give it to me, now.”

Layna doesn’t need much more encouragement than that before she loses it. He continues rubbing her clit, making it last as long as possible. When he feels her start to loosen around him, he pushes her to lay on her stomach. He pulls out of her and comes all over her ass and back, not holding back his moans and grunts and groans. When he finishes, he lays on his back next to her to catch his breath. She turns her head to look at him, and he looks at her.

“That was all okay?” He asks softly.

“I liked it, I really liked it.” She breathes. “I like being good. I…I like being called a…a good girl. You’ve almost said it a couple of times, but you just say I’m good. You can call me a good girl.”

“Yeah?” He turns onto his side, smiling at her. “Do you prefer praise or degradation?”

“A mix of both. I really liked the way you spoke to me. It was hot.”

He smirks before leaning in to kiss her forehead. “You’re a good girl Layna.” And with that, he gets off the bed and grabs his clothes.

He doesn’t put them on though. Layna can barely move, but she knows she should get up to go to the bathroom and rinse herself off. Only, when she props herself up on her elbows, she hears the distinct sound of water running. Is he taking a fucking shower? He’s in and out in five minutes. She listens closely and hears him go into her fridge, and then he leaves.

“So, he made good on blowing your back out, showered, and then rifled through your fridge before leaving your apartment?” Michelle asks.

“Yup.”

“What did he even take?” Serene asks.

“My last black cherry Bubbly!”

“He took a seltzer water from your fridge and dipped?!” Christine can’t help but laugh. “Why did he think he had the right to just do what he wanted in your apartment.”

“I don’t know…but as weird as it was, it kind of turned me on.” Layna giggles.

“So, have you seen him since last week?” Serene asks.

“At the gym during normal work hours, but we haven’t hooked up again. We’ve just been sort of…sexting.”

“Honey, this isn’t sexting, it’s hieroglyphics.” Christine says, and everyone laughs.

“I know, it’s totally not sexy to use eggplants and finger emojis, but at night it works for me. He doesn’t usually text me this early in the day. He must want to get together, right?”

“This is a cryptic ass message, so who knows.” Serene says.

The girls finish their brunch and part ways. Serene is going in the same direction as Layna, so they walk together.

“I can feel your judgement, it’s radiating off you.” Layna says to her friend.

“I’m all for having a fuck buddy, but some guy that works at your gym? He sounds like a loser.”

“It doesn’t matter if he’s a loser or not, he’s fucked me better than anyone I’ve ever slept with, and it’s only been two times. We’re on the same page about not wanting anything serious. This could work for a bit.”

“And what happens when you inevitably catch feelings? Are you going to have a guy that lives in hoodies and basketball shorts to one of your showings?”

“I’m not going to catch feelings for him. I barely know anything about him, and I intend to keep it that way. We don’t speak about anything other than working out or sex. It’s perfect.”

Hey, u up?

It’s 2:30 in the morning on Thursday, now technically Friday. The buzz of Layna’s phone wakes her up. She must have forgotten to put it on do not disturb before she went to bed. She doesn’t have to be at the gallery until 1PM tomorrow, so it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world to get her shit rocked at this hour.

Just barely…did you want to come over?

Yeah, I want to 👅🍑

Jesus fucking Christ.

I’ll unlock my door so you can just come in. How long will you be?

10 min

Okay, see you soon!

👍🏻

Layna gets up to use the bathroom and freshen up quickly. She spritzes some perfume into her hair and dabs some on her wrists. The last time Harry came over, he told her she should just wait for him naked, so that’s what she’s going to do. She gets the lighting just right, then lays on her tummy with her back arched and her head resting on her hands. She hears her down open and close and butterflies soar through her stomach.

“Layna?!”

“In the bedroom!”

He comes in wearing a black hoodie and black joggers. He smiles when he notices that she’s completely naked.

“You’re in the perfect position for what I want to do to you.” He tells her as he takes his hoodie off, revealing a white undershirt.

“And what exactly might that be?” She bats her eyelashes at him sweetly.

“Couldn’t you tell from my text? I’m gonna spend some time on your ass tonight.”

“Oh, right.”

“You good with that?”

“I’m good with whatever you want to do. You know that already.”

“I don’t want to do anything that you’re not into.” He sits on the edge of the bed and feather lightly strokes her back with the tips of his fingers.

“I’m into it. I would say if I wasn’t.”

“Would you?”

“Yes.”

“Great, then stay just like that.”

“Wait. Could you kiss me first?”

He smiles and bends down to pecks her lips, lingering for a moment to let her deepen it. He kicks his sneakers off and gets himself behind her on the bed.

“How do you feel about spanking?” He asks as he kneads her asscheeks with his large hands. “I’d love to see my handprint on you.”

“Do it.” She tells him, looking back at him over her shoulder. “Do it hard.”

Harry lifts his hand and brings it down hard to her skin, causing her to jolt forward. He pulls her hips back so she’s up on her knees, and he spreads her apart. He spits down onto her other hole, and watches as it drips down over her slit. He starts by just rubbing his thumb around the rim, getting her used to him being there. He repositions so his body is more so next to hers with his top half leaning over her ass. He starts tonguing at her hole while he works his middle finger into her pussy.

There aren’t a lot of guys that Layna has let lick her like this. Only a few. And it never felt this good. Harry’s heart is in it. The way he grunts and moans and laughs lowly against her as she squeaks and bucks and grinds backward against him is so wonderful. It’s sending her into a state of pure bliss.

He slips a second finger inside of her, and starts thrusting them in a little faster and deeper. Layna’s mouth hangs open as she grips at the blankets and just enjoys the way everything feels. He pulls his fingers from her, licks up from her pussy to her other hole over and over before fucking her with his tongue.

“Oh, shit.” She groans. “Harry, I’m getting close.”

Harry’s large hands keep her cheeks spread so he continue doing as he pleases to her. The noises he’s making are encouraging her to come, so she does. Her eyes roll back and she smiles at the feeling. Harry turns her over with no warning, and crawls up her body, licking into her mouth. She toes his joggers off, getting them down just enough to get his cock out. Neither of them bothers with taking his shirt off, it doesn’t matter. He paints his cock along her wet slit before pushing inside of her.

Her heels rest at the base of his spine as he fucks into her with ease. His lips sponge along her neck and chest. He pulls out of her abruptly and sits up. Layna whines and juts her bottom lip out in a pout.

“Relax.” He takes his shirt off and rids himself of the rest of his clothes. “Come here, ride it.” He says as he sits back on his hands with his legs spread. Layna scrambles to get up, but she’s soon straddling him and sinking down on his cock. She feels like she can barely breathe. “There we go, just relax baby.” His hands smooth over her breasts, around her back, and down to her hips.

“You’re s-so big.” She presses her forehead to his.

“I know I am.” He coos. “Probably won’t ever be able to get it down your throat.”

“That’s not true.” She pouts as she starts to move up and down slowly.

“No? So if I stuffed my fingers down your throat you wouldn’t choke right away?”

“I guess…I guess you’ll have to do just that and we’ll see.”

Harry grins as Layna opens her mouth. He sticks two fingers into her mouth and down her throat until she’s choking and gagging and spitting up. He wipes the spit from her chin and brings his fingers down to her clit to rub while she moves herself up and down on his cock.

“You’re such a good girl, Layna.”

“Do you like it better when I’m messy?”

“Yeah.” He smirks. “Sex is more fun when it’s messy, don’t you think?”

She nods and slots her mouth over his. She wraps her arms around him, letting her fingers tangle in his curls. She starts bouncing up and down on him while his fingers continue to pay attention to her clit. He rubs it hard and fast.

“God, that feels so good.” She slams down on him harder, making him moan out loudly.

“Fuck, Layna.”

“Please come, I wanna come with you, please, Harry, please, please, please.” She’s rambling and and totally lost in her lust. But he loves hearing her beg.

The bed creaks from the force of their bouncing, and it all suddenly stills as they come in unison. Layna goes slack against Harry, kissing on his neck and shoulder lazily as she basks in the warmth of his come filling her up.

Layna lifts herself off of him, and goes to use the bathroom. When she comes back to her bedroom, Harry is laying on his stomach, bare ass out for all to see, and he’s snoring. She was only gone for five minutes, how the hell is he already snoring? She’s too tired to care at this point. So, she grabs a bed shirt to throw on and gets back into bed. She wasn’t expecting him to stay since he didn’t the last time, but it’s not a big deal. She turns over to face away from him to use her phone. Just as her eyes start to droop from reading a Wikipedia article on the invention of the aglet, she feels a strong arm wrap around her stomach. Harry pulls her to his chest and shoves his leg between hers.

Later that morning, at a more reasonable hour, Layna’s alarm goes off. She blindly reaches for it on her bedside table, almost knocking it over, but she’s able to turn it off. She knuckles at her eyes and sits up. The space next to her is empty and cold. How long ago did he leave? She grabs her phone and her eyebrows raise when she reads a message from Harry at around 5AM.

Had 2 head out. I used ur shower, and helped myself 2 a cliff bar. Left u some $$ on ur dresser for a plan b. Lmk when u get ur 🩸

She looks to her right and sees three, twenty-dollar-bills on her bureau. She blinks a few times and then gets out of bed to start her day.

“He used your shower again?” Christine laughs over a late lunch with Layna later that day.

“Yeah! I don’t really care since water is included in my rent, but still! There’s a shower at the gym, use that if you can’t wait until you get home.”

“At least he told you what he took from your kitchen this time.”

“True.”

“Do you feel like a hooker since he left you cash?”

“Nah, not really.”

“Why would he even leave you money for a Plan B if you’re on the pill?”

“I never told him I was on the pill, and the last two times we’ve fucked he hasn’t worn a condom. The first time he pulled out, but last night he came inside me.”

“Not to pull a Serene, but could you not make him use a condom?”

“I don’t know. I wanted to feel him, and I just get the vibe that he’s the type of guy who would say if he was clean or not. And he’s obviously covering his tracks. So, I’m gonna pocket the money and I’ll tell him when I get my period like he asked. Funny enough, I started my placebo week two days ago, so I should be getting my period either today or tomorrow.”

“I kind of like a man that carries cash. It’s like an emergency fund, you know? Maybe he’s keeping it on him for an unexpected cover charge, or needs to leave a generous tip.”

“Right? Nothing wrong with being proactive.”

“I’m glad you’re having fun with him. I feel like you never just hook up anymore. Not since Mark, anyways.”

“I was feeling like I was too old to just be hooking up with random guys. And when I was with Mark I liked having the consistency. I’m not sleeping with anyone else, so I don’t see the harm of having a consistent fuck buddy.”

“I’m never one to rain on someone’s parade, but do you at least know if he’s sleeping with anyone else? It might be good to ask so you’ll know if you should really be using condoms or not.”

“No, that’s a good point. I don’t want to catch anything.”

“I’m always up front with the guys I sleep with that they’re not the only one.”

“You don’t always use condoms though.”

“No, but nine times out of ten I do.” Christine shrugs. “I also have no way of getting pregnant, so I don’t care as much.”

“But you could still catch something.”

“I’m not catching a baby, so I really don’t give a fuck.”

Layna bursts out laughing at that. She can always count on Christine for zero sexual judgement.

Hey, you wanted me to let you know when I got my period…so this is me letting you know I got my period

It was a text she hasn’t had to send to someone since college, but she wanted go give him the courtesy since he left her $60 in cash.

How many days u 🩸4?

What in the actually fuck?!

Who are you, my gynecologist?

LMAO

I just wanted to no when I can 👅🍑💦👉🏻👌🏼 u again

Certainly it must take more effort to type like that because of autocorrect, right??

I’ll let you know

U better

And if I don’t?

U wouldn’t b a very good girl if u don’t

Don’t u want 2 b good 4 me?

It’s usually four days, I’ll text you next week

Good girl

Layna’s never been the jealous type, and she’s not sure if she’s just horny and hormonal, but she doesn’t like the woman that Harry is assisting at the gym. She’s been all over him since the second she got there, and Harry didn’t seem to mind. Layna only uses the treadmill when she has her period. She doesn’t like doing anything too strenuous with weights or machines because you just never know if your tampon is going to leak or if your pad is going to move and then all of a sudden your leggings are blood stained.

She was trying to be discrete with her glances, but the look of disgust on her face wasn’t discrete. And after a while it was clear Harry had other things to do, but the woman wouldn’t leave him alone! Layna has noticed that in the evening hours, Harry mostly wipes down machines and collects towels. He does more of the one on one training in the early morning and afternoon. So why wasn’t this woman taking the hint?

When she’s had enough, Layna hops off the treadmill and goes to refill her water bottle. This is also the area where people can put towels in hampers. Harry comes up next to her to tie up one of the hampers to bring to the laundry room.

“You’re not subtle, you know.” He says without looking at her. “You have major resting bitch face.” Now he looks her, the side eye makes Layna laugh.

“I don’t usually.” She takes a sip of water, then twists the cap back on the top.

“So what’s different about today?”

“Would it be anti-feminist to blame it on PMS?” Normally a rhetorical question like that would make someone laugh, but it seems to go right over Harry’s head. “Anyways, it was just sort of distracting to see that girl follow you around like a lost puppy. I was trying to focus on my walk.”

“You should make a better playlist.” He turns to face her and crosses his arms over his chest. “I’m not sleeping with her, if that’s what you were wondering.”

“It’s really none of my business.” She assures him. “You’re a good looking guy, I’m sure you have a lot of girls on rotation.”

“I’ve had a lot less since I started up with you.” He blushes ever so slightly, but his tone is turning her on so she doesn’t notice the rouge on his cheeks. “I don’t usually sleep with girls from the gym.”

“Ah, separation of church and state.”

“Sure?” He runs a hand through his hair. Jesus Christ, he’s dumb. But it’s so hot.

“I think we should probably use condoms if you’re seeing multiple people, just to be safe.”

“Are you not?”

“Am I not, what?”

“Sleeping with other people.”

“Oh! Um, not really. Like, I honestly haven’t had time. Long story, I won’t bore you.”

He narrows his eyes at her for a moment. “What brand of condoms do you like?”

“Don’t worry about that. I’m allergic to latex so I have my own on hand.”

“I don’t like lambskin.”

“It’s not lambskin, they’re still rubbers, but the latex ingredient that I’m allergic to isn’t in it.”

“Are they big enough?”

“The smallest condom can stretch to fit around someone’s foot, you jackass.”

“That’s not very nice.” He smirks, and takes a step closer to her. “Am I gonna have to bend you over the next time I see you?”

“Maybe.” She blushes.

“You’re still on your period?”

“Yes.”

“Damn.” He sucks his teeth as he looks her up and down, very obviously objectifying her. “That’s too bad.”

“Yeah.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t forget to put you in your place so you don’t talk to me like that again.” He smirks, grabs the hamper full of towels, and disappears into the back of the gym.

“Cold shower.” She says to herself. “I need to take a very cold shower.”

Layna, Serene, Michelle, and Christine are all out for drinks on Friday night. It’s 9PM, and they’re all laughing and giggling and discussing what their plans for the rest of the night are.

“I have a party to go to for a client.” Christine says. “They loved my service so much that they want to introduce me to their friends so I can do some schmoozing.”

“I have a date with HBO and my couch.” Serene says.

“Ooh, a threesome. Good for you.” Christine jokes, making everyone laugh.

“I have a FaceTime date with Andrew.” Michelle smiles. “I thought him being in London would suck, but it’s actually been really romantic making time for each other like this.”

“That’s sweet.” Layna smiles.

“What about you?” Serene asks. “We could make my date a foursome.” She smirks.

“Actually, um…Harry is coming over around eleven.” Layna tells them.

“You’re still fucking that guy? He doesn’t even know what feminism is!” Serene says, annoyed.

“I made a joke and he didn’t think it was funny, it doesn’t mean he’s an idiot. He’s just not as educated as the rest of us, and there’s nothing with that.”

“Besides, he’s knowledgeable about what matters most.” Christine grins. “He’s made Layna squirt.”

“Shhh!” Layna hushes her friend. “I’m an open book, but I don’t want to talk about the fluids that have left my body.”

“I still can’t believe he made that happen the first time you hooked up.” Michelle says. “Vaginally.”

“I get dizzy every time I think about it.” Layna says. “He’s wild. And his dick is huge. I’ve never fucked a guy with such a big dick before.”

“I recall you mentioning Mark’s was decent.” Serene says.

“Mark had girth and that matters a lot more to me, but Harry has girth and length. And he’s been able to get my g-spot every time. Mark always had to rub my clit to get me to come.”

“Good for you.” Michelle smiles. “You deserve to have crazy hot sex with a himbo.”

All the girls laugh. They have another drink each before parting ways.

Layna takes a shower when she gets back, wanting to be as fresh as possible for her handsome himbo. She moisturizes, blows out her hair, and puts on a set of lace panties and bra. She feels giddy knowing she’s at the top of Harry’s rotation. She wonders what exactly he meant when he told her he was sleeping with less women since he met her. It’s none of her business, but she can’t help but be curious.

She grabs some condoms from the drawer in her bedside table and sets them down. Her phone buzzes at 11:05.

Here

She makes her way to her front door and opens it to let him in.

“Hey.” He gives the ‘sup’ nod but stops short when he looks at her. “Holy shit.”

“I hope you like red lace.” She smiles sheepishly. “I haven’t worn this for a while, but I th-oh!”

Harry pushed her up against the nearest wall after kicking the door closed. His tongue is down her throat, and his hands are sliding around to her ass to the backs of her thighs to hoist her up. She wraps her legs around his waist, and sucks on his tongue while he carries her to the bedroom. Tonight, Harry’s wearing a grey hoodie that has the word ‘DAMN’ on the chest, paired with navy basketball shorts. He gets them both on the bed, with his body still on top of hers. He bites on her bottom lip and sucks on it harshly, making her moan and arch into him. He grinds against her so she can feel how hard he already is. He pulls her hands from his hair and pins her wrists down on either side of her head and looks at her. Her chest is heaving.

“You wore this for me?”

“Well…yeah.” She blinks. “I wanted to look nice.”

“For me.” He confirms.

“Who else would I put this on for?” She asks innocently. “I told you last week I wasn’t sleeping with anyone else.”

He continues to look at her, staring into her soul. “Keep your arms where they are.” He tells her and starts kissing down her neck. His hands grope at her breasts over the lace material. His warm mouth licks and sucks on her nipples, dampening the lace. He drags his tongue down her stomach until he’s kissing over the wet patch covering her center. He strokes her softly with his thumb, teasing her. He brings his mouth back down to her, kissing and licking, teasing her even more. She squirms underneath him, but she knows she needs to stay put like he told her. She knows she’s still in for it since she called him a jackass. Her toes start to curl and she bites her lip and does her best not to whimper and whine.

“You were rude to me last week, when all I did was ask an innocent question.” He says as his thumbs start to massage the inside of her thighs. “I wasn’t trying to be a jackass.”

“It was the way you asked it, I’m sorry.” She sits up on her elbows so she doesn’t have to strain as much to look at him.

“You’re always telling me how big I am, I figured you’ve only fucked guys with chodes or something. I want you to be comfortable, so I just wanted to make sure you had the right condoms.”

“Okay.” She nods. “Are you still going to…to bend me over and put me in my place?”

“Is that what you want?”

“I’m afraid to say yes because then you’ll do the complete opposite to keep teasing me.”

“Alright, listen.” He sits up on his knees, placing his hands on top of her knees. “That kind of stuff is supposed to feel good. I’m not going to bend you over my knee and make you count to ten. I am going to spank you, but only because I want to watch your ass ripple while you’re wearing these panties.”

“You can do whatever you want. I want you to do whatever you want.”

“Mhm, I know. You want me to use you like my own personal plaything.” He pulls his hoodie off and tosses it to the floor. He moves to sit on the edge of the bed. “Come here and lay across my lap.”

Layna crawls over to him and does as he says. He’s sitting far back enough on the bed so that she’s not dangling off of it. She’s actually pretty comfortable. She feels his finger hook into the back of her panties to pull them to the side. His fingers gently rub through her folds. Then he drags his fingers up the back of her ass cheek before groping it. He lifts his hand and brings down on her hard, making her jolt forward.

“Was that too hard?” He asks as he rubs over the pink welt forming.

“No, that was perfect.” She says after she catches her breath. “You can even do it harder.”

“You’re a dream, you know that?” He smiles at her, then pushes her head back down. His hand goes up, and he swats her ass hard.

He switches from spanking her to rubbing her from behind with his fingers until she’s dripping and sticky between her legs. He lifts her up just enough to get out from under her, then gets behind her. Her kisses on her ass, where his various handprints are, in an attempt to soothe her flaming skin. He grips the waist of her panties and drags them down her legs.

“Should’ve taken these off before and stuffed them down your throat while I was spanking you.” He sighs, disappointed with himself. “Next time.” He tosses the garment to the floor and spreads her cheeks. He licks up from her slit to her ass, then crawls up her body, licking up her back and kissing on her shoulders. She likes having his weight on her. “What do you feel like doing tonight since I’m here at a better hour?”

“Hmm…” She taps her chin and he gives her the room to roll onto her back. She smooths her hands over his shoulders before pecking his lips. “You’re a real ass man.”

“Guilty as charged.” He smirks. “You’ve got great tits too, though. Think I really like your whole body.”

“I like yours too.” She giggles.

“Seriously, Layna, how do you want it tonight?”

“I feel like you’re asking because you have something you wanna do.”

“Guilty again.” He sighs. “I want to fuck you, like normal…and then I was wondering if we could go a second round, but that time…could I fuck you in the ass? How do you feel about anal?”

“I like it!” She blurts out. “I really like it. It feels good. I have a, um, a, uh vibrator that you can put inside me and then you’ll feel the vibrations too while you’re fucking me and it’ll feel really good for both of us.”

“So, you’ve been fucked in the ass before?”

“Mhm. Well, not with an actual dick. It was with a butt plug, but it was pretty big and I used it a lot.”

“I’ll loosen you up with my fingers while I fuck you from behind.”

“You’re gonna have to take your shorts off to fuck me.” She grins.

“Not yet I don’t. I just got your panties off, I’m gonna go down on you. You made a fucking mess while you were getting spanked.”

“I thought I was gonna squirt. My pelvis was right on your thigh, it felt so good.”

“Well, we’ll just have to make sure that happens. I didn’t mean to deny you of anything.”

He kisses back down her body and gets right to work. He sucks on her lips, spits on her, then starts fucking her with his tongue while his fingers take care of her clit. She tugs on his hair and her thighs shake when he starts sucking on her clit. He moves his tongue around it in circles and keeps it wet. He presses his hand down on her lower belly and fucks into her with his fingers.

“Oh, shit.” She gasps. “Fuck, fuck! You’re so good at this.” She throws her head back and lets the waves crash over her. She makes a mess between her legs for him, and he gladly cleans it up. They both sit up and rid themselves of the rest of their clothes. Harry sees the condoms on the side table, so he grabs one to roll on. “Hey, wait.” She puts her hand on his wrist.

“What?” He looks at her with a frown. “Do you not feel like it now? It’s okay if you don’t, I’m obviously not going to force you, um, I can le-“

“Harry, calm down.” She chuckles. “I very much still want to fuck. I just…you’ve never let me…I’ve only ever given you a hand job.”

“Oh.” He rips the foil packet open and rolls the rubber onto his throbbing cock.

“You’ve had me choke on your fingers, and you know how good I am with my mouth. Do you not want my mouth on you there?”

“It’s not that.” He knees onto the bed and maneuvers her to lay on her back. “I guess I’d just rather put it in you here.” He pushes inside of her and she swallows him whole. “Nothing feels better than this.” His hand slides up her chest until it’s gripping her throat.

“I – fuck – I just want you to know I’ll do it. I think I’m one of the few women out there that actually likes having someone’s dick in their mouth.” She rubs his forearm up and down while he gently squeezes on the sides of her throat. “I want to reciprocate.” She manages to say.

“I’ll think about it.” He grunts as he thrusts in and out of her.

With him sitting up and choking her, and her laying on her back with her knees bent, it’s not long before Layna’s bed starts to shake, and her headboard starts banging against the wall.

“Can I rub my clit?” She asks faintly.

“Fuck, yeah, you can.” His free hand reaches to grip the top of the headboard. “You’re such a good girl, Jesus Christ. I want you to come. Come whenever you want, you don’t have to hold it.”

“Fuck, Harry, thank you.”

She reaches her hand to rub at her clit, and she melts further into the mattress. Harry gets distracted from watching her touch herself, and ignores the popping sound he hears between them. He starts panting, and so does she. Her back arches off the bed as she comes, and he follows behind, filling her up.

He lets go of her throat and comes down to kiss her. Layna moans into his mouth as she calms down. They both start smiling and giggling.

“Nothing’s even funny.” She continues giggling. “That just felt really fucking good.”

“Yeah, it did.” He smooths some hair away from her forehead.

“Will you fuck my ass now?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” He pecks her lips and pulls out of her.

“Do want, like, a banana or anything to help you bounce back?”

“You have bananas?” He asks excitedly.

“Yeah! They’re in the kitchen in the fruit bowl.”

“Sick.” He gets off the bed, and tosses the condom in her trash. “Do you want one?”

“No, thanks. Maybe…could you get me a glass of water? Throat’s a little sore.”

“Shit, I didn’t do it too hard did I?”

“No! Oh my gosh, no. It was perfect. I can’t wait to see the bruises on my neck in the morning.” She blushes.

“You’re perfect, you know that?”

He pecks her forehead before leaving the room. He comes back shortly with half a banana in his mouth, the other half in one hand and a glass of water in the other. Layna takes the glass and slowly sips on the water. Harry tosses the banana peel in the trash before getting back on the bed.

She looks down and sees that he’s still plenty hard. He notices her looking and then raises an eyebrow at her.

“What, do you not like the way I have it shaved?”

“Huh?” She snaps out of her trance. “No, I just…how did you get hard again so fast?”

“It never went down.” He shrugs. “I have pretty good stamina. I’ll be sensitive, but that’ll be better for you so I won’t have to be in your ass for that long. I know it feels good, but a long round of anal sex can feel not so good the next day.”

“That’s so true.”

“How much prep do you think you need? Will you open right up for me?”

“I’d really like to.” She chews on her bottom lip, and leans over him to grab her bottle of lube out of her drawer. “This should help, though.”

“Ah.” He observes the bottle. “This is good stuff.”

“Yeah, I prefer the water based lube, it’s less messy and feels more natural.”

“Get on your stomach, I’ll start getting you ready. Put your ass up in the air.”

Layna listens to him and gets into position. He squeezes the bottle and lets the lube drip and slide down her hole. He gets his middle finger wet, and rubs it around her rim. Layna sighs contently into her pillow. Harry works his finger into her slowly.

“Harry, my vibrator is in that same drawer. Could you grab it and put it inside my pussy?” She looks back at him over her shoulder. “It’ll help me relax a little more for you.”

“Yeah, one sec.”

He pulls his finger from her and leans over the edge of the bed to rummage through her drawer. He find the vibrator. It’s in the shape of a penis, and is simple. Harry gets some lube on it before turning it on and slipping it inside of her. She sighs and relaxes a little more. Harry rips open another condom and rolls it onto his cock.

“I’m gonna start.” He tells her, rubbing her hips and asscheeks.

“Could I…could we switch positions?”

“You wanna ride my dick while it’s in your ass?”

“Yeah, sit on the edge of the bed.” Harry does as she says, intrigued by it. Layna gets off the bed, holding the dildo inside her, and backs up until she’s sitting on Harry’s lap with her back to his chest. “This is more comfortable, and with my legs on the outside of yours, I’m spread a little more.”

“I didn’t think most women knew how to take it up the ass without doing doggy.” He grips himself and paints his cock along her hole. Layna reaches behind and helps him slowly feed it into her.

“I guess I’m not most women.” She grunts. “Ew, I didn’t mean that in like a ‘I’m not like other girls’ way.”

“I knew how you meant it.” He holds his breath until his cock is all the way inside of her. He keeps his hands on her hips, but they both just sit for a moment, the sound of the vibrator inside Layna filling the room.

“I feel so full.” She sighs and hooks an arm behind Harry’s head. “You can move.”

“You sure?”

“Mhm. Give it to me.”

Harry starts to move Layna for her, controlling the pace. She’s not complaining. They get a good rhythm going after Harry squirts some extra lube on her ass. He moves her legs so it’s like she’s straddling him. It gives her some leverage to start moving herself while Harry thrusts up inside of her and rubs her clit.

He watches as sweat falls down her spine. He leans forward and kisses on the back of her neck and shoulders. It’s a slow grind, a good groove. Layna hasn’t felt this good in a long time. She’s never told any of her friends, not even Christine, that she likes anal sex this much. It’s so taboo and naughty and she can take it so well. She’s not sure what it is exactly, but she just likes feeling full. Not to mention, she loves the way a man reacts to it. Harry is breathing heavily and moaning and pressing his sweaty chest to her back. His hands are groping her breasts, she’s got a decent grip on his hair, and it’s all so deliciously overwhelming.

“Layna, I’m getting close.” He warns her.

“I’m almost there.” She pants.

His fingers go back to her clit and he starts rubbing at rapid fire. Layna starts moaning loudly and spilling out expletives. Harry places one of his hands behind him for leverage. His own back is arching, he can feel his orgasm at the base of his spine. He can’t hold it.

“Fuck!” He cries out, then bites down hard on Layna’s left shoulder.

That pushes Layna over the edge, and she makes a mess all over Harry’s thighs. He holds her to him as they both try to even their breathing. Layna lifts herself up a little, and Harry makes a panicked noise. She hasn’t heard that noise come from him before.

“I’m just taking the vibrator out, don’t worry.” She slips the toy out of her and tosses it on the bed, then leans back into Harry. She turns slightly to look at him. “Are you alright?” She asks gently.

“Yeah, that was just really amazing.” His arms are tight around her tummy. “I need a minute, sorry.”

“It’s okay, I’m comfortable.” She pecks his lips, and that turns into a very searing, deep kiss from Harry.

They stay like that for around ten minutes, and then Harry lifts Layna off of him. She tells him she’s gonna go use the bathroom. He notices that the this condom popped as well. They must be expired. He grabs one of the wrappers and shoves it into one of his sneakers so he’ll know what brand to pick up the next time he’s at the drug store.

When Layna’s done, Harry goes to use her bathroom. As he comes back to her, he smirks. She’s wearing an oversized T-shirt, but that’s it. So he can see everything while she’s changing her sheets. She jumps when she sees him standing in the doorway.

“The sheets were soaked.” She explains.

“I know.” He grabs his boxers and pulls them back on. “Do you always have that much to give when you squirt?”

“Sometimes it’s only a little, and then other times it’s a lot.” She shrugs as she finishes making up the bed. Harry crawls into the side he slept on the last time, and Layna slips in beside him. “Well, goodnight.”

“Night.” He reaches over her to turn her lamp off, then pulls her in close so he can spoon her.

She’s not complaining.

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sunlightmurdock · 10 months ago

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Ok hear me out… dbf mechanic!bradley 👀👀

- @sugarcoated-lame 🧡

I mean, @sugarcoated-lame … you could say that… if you wanted me to start climbing the walls and stuff

Nonononono because if he works at the shop your dad owns??? And your dad is constantly making jokes to the crew who like to tease him like “No, she’s to smart to let any one of you dirtbags lay a finger on her. Not my girl — she’s going to marry a lawyer or something.”

And Bradley just kinda smiles to himself from where he’s working under a car because oh, how wrong he is.

#mechanic!bradley #bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #miles teller #bradley bradshaw smut #rooster bradshaw imagine #rooster x you

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foxbirdy · 2 years ago

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what job did you have in washington ? just moved here for a conservation job that i’m also not lovin so much lol

☹️ I'm sorry to hear that you're not having a great time there! I think field staff support and just general crew culture can make a huge difference in making or breaking a field experience. I did two seasons in WA, a summer and fall, and I was a trail crew lead for both of those! I spent most of the summer on hitch bouncing between different forest service districts in every part of the state, and in the fall I was based in Mt. Rainier, working on the Wonderland trail and habitat restoration in the alpine meadows up at Paradise. I definitely had some pretty crazy & challenging moments there but overall it was a super positive experience for me!

#it was a 'camping crew' so i was in a tent the whole time both front and back country #which i honestly really loved not having to deal with short term housing #but it was during that historic heatwave so me & my crew were out there in 118°F temps 💀#and we had to emergency evacuate for wildfire once #beckett.txt #asks #anonymous #dirtbag tag

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ratskcoreddie · 2 years ago

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‘a lesson in romantics’ (rockstar!eddie x shy!fem!reader) part one, chapter one ★— ‘teenage dirtbag’ ♡

introduction: after being invited out by a few of your friends your nerves hit you hard, a night out at the movies would've been fine. instead you found yourself at the hideout. as the evening progresses you're glad the universe had other plans. the cute guitarist on stage was better than any movie you had ever seen, and did he just look at you? [WC: 13k] rockstar!eddie au.

tropes this chapter: stranger to friends to lovers. slow burn. soulmates. oblivious to love.

warnings & tags this chapter: 18+, rockstar!eddie, shy!rfem!reader, slight angst, self doubt, strong language, suggestive language, swearing, drinking, smoking, sexual tension, casual dominance, sub / dom dynamics, eddie is a sweetheart, nicknames, steve and eddie being bros, series.

parings: rockstar!eddie x shy!fem!reader.

the progression of the night so far made you on edge for the events to follow. you had been rushed into the small dimly lit bar by the ushers. herding the line outside like sheep was their job, but it made you quite nervous. they had taken your ticket, ripped off the edge, and checked your id with a haste you weren’t expecting.

when you made it inside you could tell there weren't many people in the line to see the band that was on the marquee. these people were really just crowding to the bar on a tuesday night because it was the only bar in hawkins that wasn’t packed. you and your group among the few that came to see the act. finding a seat at the small bar, you sat down and turned to face the stage. it wasn’t really much of a stage, nonetheless it was high enough to raise the performers off the floor and keep the fans at bay.

centering your eyes on the platform from your seat, your vision tried adjusting to the dark behind it. hoping to catch a glance at the people moving around in the back. it felt wrong to be watching them move like a unit before the show. the crew of the tiny venue must’ve worked hard together behind the scenes. their efforts were sure to be paid off when you saw the lights and heard the acoustics.

the figures were working the equipment inside. you were a curious individual so your eyes lingered. just couldn’t help yourself. having a good view of all of the staging and the things out of public view felt secretive. it helped you grasp that where you sat was a great spot, the band was set to perform only a few feet from you. the stage was small and cramped so everyone would have a good view, but your view came with a seat, some backstage access, and drinks.

it was still early in the night so you had beat most of the crowd to the comfortable stool. secretly grateful that you got to the hideout early to have the opportunity. majority of the people here for the band made it to the front of the stage anyways. you didn’t feel too bad for crowding the bar with your space.

your view also granted a favorable view of the sound box. someone you couldn’t make out with curly hair held a guitar, strumming mindlessly. after he finished playing a few chords he threw up his hands to another shadow and gave a thumbs up. the mysterious person sat the instrument down and faded back into the darkness. you averted your eyes back to watch the entrance doors, not allowing the interest of what the band was doing backstage spoil any part of the show coming up.

without something to observe you picked at your nails while you listened to the crowd funneling through the doors. you pulled the skin from your thumb to numb your busy brain. even when you tried relaxing and having a night by yourself, or with you and your friends it was hard. this was hard.

you were still slightly unsure on why you had told your friends you wanted to go out and do something tonight. it had been awhile for you and you were still undecided, but before you had an opportunity to bite your tongue. it just happened. one of your friends mentioned they had plans for the night already. when they extended an invite to you it was hard to say no.

they each talked about how they had to check out this small band playing at a chummy bar. wanting to see them perform because they had somewhat of a small following. going on and on till you finally showed interest in their idea. it seemed like they could be promising entertainment for an indie metal band. a good soundtrack for a spontaneous night.

behind you, a few of your friends had already started with drinks but you decided to hold off for longer. not yet wanting to order something with the servers. you sat on the barstool still speculating that the people behind the curtain were part of the band you had come to see. you turned to your girlfriends that had invited you out. sadly, they were already chatting with the bartender. not paying any mind for you to sneak in a question about the performers tonight. ‘corroded coffin’ was what you had read on the marquee. that was really the only information you had to go off of. well, that and overhearing that they played a couple covers from metallica and iron maiden. you weren’t really into the genre, but you thought of it as an excuse to get outside of your box.

the issue was, being outside of the box made you uncomfortable. it had to be the atmosphere you were in… or your clothes. you were told the show had a dress code. your friends had basically demanded that you wore all black. something real tight and provocative. leather if you had it. you hesitantly followed the attire rules. digging through your closet for a few hours to put together a risky outfit. something dark, restricting, and chic. sure the look suited the activities of the evening but now you were regretting the choice. black jeans and an old tee-shirt would’ve been fine.

while overthinking the past half hour the time seemed to fly. you gave into the activities previously postponed by your own anxieties and loosened up. you eventually shared drinks and jokes with your friends in the cozy space. a few kind strangers had tried approaching you throughout the evening but you had declined the drinks they wanted to buy you and passes they had made. one too many times had you already heard the phrases –”are you seeing anybody?” or worse, “so where did your boyfriend run off to?”.

it had been a long time since you had a partner, you’d been out of the game. therefore dulling your senses of being able to catch when someone was being friendly or actually flirting with you. not to mention the insecurities you held dear to your chest because of the times you had gotten hurt. nowadays it’s harder to fall for someone, hookups were out of the question. it was degrading to think the only thing people wanted with you was a quick round of intimacy and then a swift goodbye. absolutely soul numbing to go through that over and over.

that fact didn’t matter though, because no one in the bar stood out to you. you weren’t shy to offer to meet someone or accept a drink, it wasn’t like you to decline a free shot from a cute stranger. issue was there hadn’t been any cute strangers offering yet.

you were twisting in your chair to face the bar after you had been approached again. deciding you would rather talk with the nice bartender than fake small talk. you ordered another drink with him and then introduced yourself when he served you something sweet you just pointed out on the menu. he told you his name was josh, his smile was bright and you greeted him with the same affection.

after having a conversation about how he really liked his job, he brought you another drink. “this ones on me”, he politely smiled. you threw your hands up, “no! no! i can’t accept this! all i did was have a nice talk with you!” you joked. he laughed at the quip, “you’d be surprised at the number of people that spare me some time.. seriously, it’s on me!” he pushed the new glass closer to you. you were reluctant but accepted after giving him a glare.

you twisted back around. “the show's about to start, by the way” he whispered to your back. that had caught your attention. when you looked back at him, the bartender pointed to the clock that hung on the liquor cabinet, “we’ve got about three minutes”. like clockwork the stage lights dimmed. “told you so”, he laughed. you waved him off, “i didn’t say that you were lying!“ he leaned over the bar and whispered as the stage rumbled, “flagged me down if you need something, kay?”

while your new friend darted down the aisle of his makeshift kitchen island you watched the guitarist step onto the stage. his dramatic curls were cascading down to just below his shoulders in a messy halo. his hair bounced a bit with his movements. this was definitely the man you saw in the shadows earlier. the silhouette was uncanny.

his brown, dark chocolate eyes glistened in the sparse lighting as he turned to the crowd. in his heavily inked arms was a black and red cracked electric guitar. the stage lights made it sparkle. you watched the musician still for a bit, it must’ve been his nerves. you turned to one of your girlfriends that had dragged you out of the house. she was talking with a cute boy with a nice brunette haircut and sharing drinks.

‘’who’s that one again?’’ you whispered to her, trying not to bring attention that you weren’t sure who the band was. the mystery boy with the pretty hair overheard you. for some reason he answered you, rather than flirting with your friend, “that’s eddie munson. he’s the front man, not the singer though. the dynamic is kinda weird’’ he paused. ‘’can’t blame you for asking. the guy looks so good when he’s in his element, doesn’t he?’’ he smiled sweetly.

your cheeks grew red, you weren’t sure how to answer the stranger so you just nodded. secretly thankful that he had answered your question with kindness. giggling at your coyness, he moved on and continued talking with your friend. you could admit, he was right. the man on stage looked like a real rockstar. a big tough man holding a scary demeanor.

but something about him held that sweet boyish charm you loved so much. like his childlike attitude hadn’t vanished with the prospects of growing older. how the man next to you spoke of him seemed sincere too. seeing him made you increasingly excited for the performance now that he was on stage.

you watched the newly named eddie shake out his nerves. he sighed and puffed out his chest. the crowd was still talking over him, almost ignoring his strong presence. you wished he knew that he had your undivided attention. stuck in a trance as he played with his curls to make them more wild when the rest of the lights flashed on. the spotlights exposing the band in their dedicated place on stage. with the reveal the boy you had just spoke to and your friends started loudly cheering from the bar. two girls next to the tall brunette joined in on the cadences. their shouting snapped you out of your daze.

cheering along with them, the lights then turned a bright orange. you watched as the crazed metalhead started shredding a rift in the lights. his fingers moved rapidly up and down the neck. pushing the cords perfectly with his strong fingers. the single rip he played got the crowd to pay attention to the band. the audience turned to find the culprit of the pointed sound, eddie was wearing a sadistic expression.

grin toothy and demanding he stepped to the microphone, “we’re ‘corroded coffin’! thanks for coming out!” his tone was more confident than he seemed.

next the lead singer stepped to the mic. not stuttering once as he announced the name of their first song. his excitement seeping into his tone of voice at the introduction. it was an original. had to be, the name or the track you hadn’t recognized. you could tell each of the guys on stage were grateful for the opportunity to play live music. it made you anticipate the rest of their set and how their energy would translate while playing into the night. your eyes moved to watch eddie fidget with the spine of the guitar. the band rushed into the first few songs and fuck, they were good.

like you had overheard, their discography was mostly covers with a sprinkle of original material but it was fun. you weren’t a huge fan of metal music, you really only indulged in rock but their sound made you want to dive into all of the classics. the sound engulfed the small bar and the shells of your ears. they’d ring slightly when the drummer would hit his snare a little harder than the last time.

happy you came out tonight you cheered obnoxiously with your friends when another song ended. three songs into the set and you were feeling electric. an invisible rope pulling you into them. into eddies stage presence. you remembered how the bartender mentioned that this was a weekly thing. –“it wasn’t anything special”, he said “not yet anyways”. you recalled the talk from earlier.

the hideout was just a local dive bar a few guys from around town hung out at, but he told you that because you specified that you were there for the music. apparently the band was bringing in customers more frequently. he mentioned how eddie had scored a live music gig by flirting with one of his coworkers… or two. even he could admit their act wasn’t half bad. it was polished and well worked for being their first real performance and he hadn’t got bored of it yet. even after seeing it six times now.

the first part of the set passed. the band grew relentless. they were huffing after playing for sixty minutes straight. the group of three that was next to you started cheering even louder, encouraging the band to keep going. their drinks had loosened them up and caused them to be a little careless to those around them. the tall brunette seemed to cut himself off after two drinks. he was sipping on waters now. he must’ve been the designated driver and they must’ve been his friends, you had concluded. you remained too shy to ask. lingering on the thought, wishing you could start up a conversation with them during the show to confirm your suspension.

the song that had just been playing came to a swift end. the lights flashed a new color and the last half of the set started. the new lights illuminated eddie perfectly, it forced you to keep your eyes glued to him. he was in the music, noticing how he had really played with ease and confidence. his movements were provocative and his rifts sounded sultry.

you held your third drink in your hand, you had been babysitting the liquor because you didn’t wanna turn around to order again. shamelessly, you couldn’t take your eyes off of eddie. even when you moved the straw to sip directly from the glass, you were looking over the lip to watch him as you drank. you thought you had caught him making eyes at you a couple of times and blushed at the idea. sparing another look at his brow bone to see if you could maybe catch him in the act of paying you a glance.

the bartender had walked back around to your side to check in with you when the band had started playing a slower song. you didn’t pay much attention to your new friend when he asked if he could top you off. turning to wave him away respectfully, you closed your tab. only a second passed before your eyes were back on the gutairst. dancing up and down the rockstar’s body until you met his eyes this time.

you finally caught him.

you were in eddie’s eyeline and he was watching you. watching you with a real glint of something you couldn’t make out in his gaze. your stomach jumped, without a beat passing, he winked at you. you nearly choked on your drink.

eddie’s heart jumped at the sight of you being bashful for him. he watched you hide your face with your drinking glass subtly. your eyes had widened over the lip before you were rubbing the liquid spilling from your lips with the pad of your thumb. the sudden attention he gave you must’ve made you a little brave because you held his eye contact. time seemed to slow as you both stared, but he was the first to break the tension. eddie couldn’t lose his focus this far into the set, and he was making you hot. he could tell. in turn, it was lighting his body on fire.

throughout the rest of his performance he had been ecstatic that he made an attractive woman like you so flustered. pouring that extra confidence you gave him into his craft. shredding his guitar with a new passion to receive more of your attraction. fighting his own urges to bore his wandering stare back into yours.

the stranger that was flirting with your friend from earlier must’ve been watching you fidget in your seat. you were oblivious of his presence while you made heart eyes at the band member, because suddenly he was leaning onto the bar to crook his neck at you. he started chatting with you in an awkward position. his neck was strained and his body was turned comically so he could get in even a few words with you.

“hi again!!!” he was loud, with his sudden tone he stilled to gauge your reaction. then continued, “im steve by the way!” he yelled over the sound of the music. he threw his shoulder back in the direction of the band, “you like them huh!?’’ after his sentence, he was reaching out his hand around your friend's back to shake your delicate hand. “yeah, yes.” you were quieter and hesitated before meeting his hand. “they’re doing great aren’t they?” you answered, letting your excitement slip but not yelling like he was. “yeah, they sure are something!!”, he responded.

you friend still stood between the both of you and you could tell the guy was getting frustrated with the loud music while trying to talk with you. he leaned over to your friend and whispered something in her ear, she nodded promptly before switching seats with him. he sighed as he situated himself in the new spot.

you quickly sat down your drink on a napkin to give him your attention and told him your name to be courteous. you explained how you had been dragged out of the house by the group you were with, but you were glad that you ended up in the right place to see eddie’s band play. continuing the conversation when steve mentioned he didn’t recognize you from around town. hawkins was small, and steve was observant.

steve leaned into your space so he could talk without the music intruding. “you’re from the next town over then?” steve questioned. “i mean of course you don’t have to go telling me your life story but i'm sure i would remember seeing a pretty girl like you in a shitty bar like this”. josh, the bartender you had made friends with, sent steve a glare. you giggled shyly, “be nice! i’ve already got to know the staff here, you can’t ruin my reputation”. steve could tell you were more reserved so he was careful with his words. you appreciated the gesture. “but, yeah, i’m from the city. the scene up there isn’t really my favorite though, i like coming to cozier places like this”, you answered. “well.. sometimes, i don’t really get out much”.

steve had been silently watching you and eddie steal glances at each other when one of you weren’t paying attention. as eddie’s best friend (and wingman) he couldn’t just let this opportunity pass up. he thought you were gorgeous and he had noticed you sitting at the bar as soon as he walked in. you were sitting in his usual spot. most of the time, eddie let steve in through the backdoor so he would be early and have his spot. buying him a beer to thank him for helping with all of his gear. tonight he had been late, guess the universe had other plans.

after the earlier conversation seemed to slow, you turned your concentration back to eddie. you both listened to the next song kickstart. it was a little faster than the previous one. it made your blood rush but for steve he relaxed. he could tell the band was approaching their encore from having the set memorized. ‘corroded coffin’ would walk off stage dramatically and then come back with a closer.

“im glad you like him so much’’, steve leaned closer to make sure you hear him over the noise. you couldn’t tell why he had said ‘him’ and not ‘the band’. it struck you as kind of awkward. “him?” you probed raising an eyebrow at steve. “yeah, eddie. you can’t really take your eyes off him, no?” a pink blush washed over you. you hadn’t noticed how obvious your stares had been. “is it that bad?” you uttered. steve laughed, “course not. eddie hasn’t really gotten attention from anyone in a while honestly”, he teased. you raised your eyebrow, not fully understanding what he was getting at. “well–, you would be stupid to think he’s not handsome… he is pretty”, you paused. “...i mean his look is pretty. like what he’s wearing? yeah. i like it.” you said diffidently.

even at your new feeling of embarrassment steve revealed, you didn’t dare take your attention away from eddie. the performance was nearing an end and you didn’t wanna miss a second. his arms were flexing as he worked his instrument lovingly in his hands. the dark ink of his tattoos highlighting the tensions in his muscles. you were overly thankful that you could see the exposed limbs because of the cut up shirt he was sporting. he must have done it himself, the sleeves were choppy. each little detail sucked you further into a dizzy, tipsy, headspace. studying him like an old school book was easy. you hoped you could catch his glance again before they were set to get off stage.

then the boy next to you was back to stealing the limelight. his presence was starting to be more of a distraction than an addition. ignoring him for a second longer was impossible because he started brushing your shoulder gently with his. letting out a sigh, and turning away from eddie was hard for you. steve slightly chuckled at your attitude.

unable to get pulled back into the motions of the music. you didn’t notice when the band played their last not of the final song before their encore. steve had stole the show.

it was quiet and dark now, but steve still conversed, “yeah, eddie had come up with the idea to form a band in middle school. ‘corroded coffin’ is the coolest band name i’ve ever heard a middle schooler come up with. gotta give it to him’’, steve joked. you were curiously annoyed as to how he knew so much about the guitarist, “oh, yeah?” you teased. you grinned at each other's banter. the conversation flowed nicely. you could both smell the liquor on each other's breath in the close proximity.

over steve’s shoulder you could see your friends striking up a conversation with the two girls steve was with and the servers. you felt less guilty of indulging in a bit of small talk with steve because your group was occupied themselves. you hated missing the show, but it wasn’t like you to really indulge in conversations with strangers. this was something new and rewarding for your spontaneous night out. the drinks from earlier had you feeling liberated too.

“seems that you know a lot about this guy..” you paused, steve waited to hear your every word. “so what are you then, steve? some kind of super fan? i wouldn't really pin you to be into this kind of music”. “what’s that supposed to mean?”, he lifted his brow at you. “maybe abba?’’ you giggled. steve threw his hands up in defense, ‘’ouch, you reading a book by his cover?’’ he paused. ‘’i love me some abba, though. not far off’’, he raised his glass to you.

you noticed in the dark light that steve was dressed in a light blue wash jean with a tight fitting short sleeve polo. the hem tucked into the waistband of his jeans and over his belt. he had on a plain colored tee-shirt underneath that you could see poking through his collar. a nice jean jacket sat on his shoulders. an expensive watch on his wrist. his hair was soaked in product and he smelled like a cologne you could get at a department store. you’d be kidding yourself if you didn’t admit that he was charming and smooth with his words. he had to be popular with the girls around town.

neither of you could see eddie watching the back of your heads from the side stage. he watched you chatting in the dark light. the lights from the bar slightly illuminating those standing around it. he was staring intently, but you both were ignorantly carrying on in your conversation. he saw you both laugh at a joke steve told. completely clueless to the glances eddie was dancing up and down your frame now that you were turned around and he was off stage.

eddie felt an envy bubble in his chest. he wanted to be the one talking to you, telling you jokes, making you laugh, learning about your interests and dislikes. steve had been pulling your concentration away from him as soon as he started conversing with you. he was growing to be overzealous.

the crowd chanted for one more song. he hesitated, suddenly nervous to go back out knowing you were anticipating him. earlier no matter how hard he had tried to focus on what was in front of him he would spot you over and over. between song transitions and rifts was the highest endeavor. eddie was glad the bar was near enough to the stage so he could observe you in his down time, but staying focused on the set was hard. soaking in your looks was easy.

when your back wasn’t turned to him he was careful with his glances, now he was greedy. eddie’s eyes drifted up and down your body immodestly. there was no harm if he looked when you weren’t paying attention. if you caught him, surely you would think he was a weirdo. wouldn’t you?

then eddie grabbed his guitar, walked onto the dark stage and started strumming a steady rhythm. he saw how steve was so close he could probably see each of your delicate features. eddie pulled his guitar tighter to his chest so he could play a heavy cadence. he couldn’t help himself when he hoped that you were impressed with him. feeling your eyes on him throughout the night made him more nervous than what he experienced backstage earlier. the lights flashed on. he felt your eyes on him again.

part of him thought you were just judging him throughout the night, but when he had winked at you and got your reaction his worries had been diminished. eddie wasn’t one to care about what people thought of him but your attention was burning. and god, was he deprived of attention for so long.

as soon as he saw you after the first song eddie wanted to put his moves on you. unsure if they would even work, but not stupid enough to let the chance pass him up. his brain was trying to rack ideas on how he would get off stage as fast as possible after the last song. just having a chance to talk to you was enough. hopefully steve would stall for him. or he could help him move his gear as fast as possible to his van, then he’d rush back inside and find you.

strumming his strings he kept his eyes on you and steve. curious of what you two were joking about or even had in common. he had faith that his best friend was putting a good word in with you. if he wasn’t they were surely going to be having a talk as soon as he got off stage. steve and eddie had been friends for long enough for him to know that you were a dream to him.

you were wearing a normal pair of black denim jeans, noticing that they had rips in them like his favorite pair of black jeans too. they hugged your thighs in all the right places. you looked comfortable sitting at the bar in your outfit, he liked that, but it probably wasn’t true. eddie knew from experience how sweaty leather could get. steve’s frame next to you made you look small. they were in the middle of the band’s encore. just two more minutes and he could at least say hello. you had shiny hair. when the fluorescent stage lights illuminated you, the shine gave you a halo.

eddie wasn’t one to pay attention to fashion, he just wore anything that looked cool and tough. he gathered that you were wearing black leather boots, they probably added a few inches to your height, he guessed. your jeans were cuffed and the shoe’s laces were tied in adorable loops. he continued admiring you from the stage as he worked his fingers to the rhythm.

wearing a low cut tight black long sleeve made your neck and collarbones shine. a leather black corset wrapped around your middle. matching your boots. the strings of the back of the garment were tied in a cute bow. the entire outfit was calculated, moody, and elegant. much too special for just a normal night out.

it was towards the end of november. the late fall season brought on a harsh winter. he thought your skimpy look was perfect for the evening but he couldn’t help but wonder if you’d be cold after you and your friends eventually left. you must’ve planned your wardrobe to match the aesthetic of the night's adventures instead of the practicality.

with the new information he conjured up in his head, eddie considered for a second that you had come to the hideout to see him and the guys play. why else would you have worn something so sinful to a place like this. to keep him from getting his hopes up he shook the thought out of his skull. throwing his head forwards and headbanging instead. with the motion he was quickly slipping on a chord that was always a little harder for him to play. bad timing. both you and steve tensed your shoulders at him.

when he caught your nervous eyes he played his next chord progression perfectly. you were smiling wildly at him. he smiled back at you with a toothy grin. flicking his tongue out of his mouth before curling it to touch his cupid's bow in focus. you stared in awe, still impressed regardless of his previous slip up. steve watched the rest of the finale with you. it was somewhat funny that steve believed he had gathered your attention in a such a short amount of time, but lost it just as quickly to the cute guitar-player.

as the song came to an end you watched each of the band members march off stage. now through with the performance. the drummer raised off of his seat and threw a drumstick into the front row where only a handful of fans had been standing. cheering from your seat, you watched eddie pass a wave to steve. then eddie paid a greeting to the two girls that were next to steve earlier, just now noticing that they had made their way closer to the stage for the last song.

steve jumped up and down hooping and hollering at eddie like he was an animal. eddie was dripping with sweat and his skin glistened in the spotlight. he laughed, throwing his head back while listening to steve be dramatic. when eddie looked back to his best friend he was childishly blowing steve a fake kiss before hastily walking backstage. steve snatched it out of the air and held it to his heart.

you laughed at the boy's antics, he had been throwing his hands up crazily. it made him looked even taller. when eddie was absent from your point of view steve spoke up. ‘’im his best friend actually. i'm here for support, if you couldn’t tell already.” steve smiled. “you’re his…? so, you know him.’’ your eyes grew wide, saying your last sentence as a statement instead of a question. “mhm, sure do. he’s a pain in my ass’’, he joked while taking another sip of his drink. giving you a knowing look when you turned away to blush.

you missed how steve scrutinized you with a suggestive gaze. you were too busy trying to get a hold of yourself. turning a bright red due to the self-consciousness of how you had been thirsting over eddie the entire night and spilling your confessions like a cold beverage to his best friend. sounds of the singer stepping to the microphone diverted your sudden panic. he announced that they were thankful for the crowd and people that came out tonight. his tone pouring over with happiness.

after his last few words, he too walked towards the back of the stage. following the previous movements of his bandmates. when the stage crew marched out to start taking gear apart you knew the show was really over.

you caught a glimpse of eddie rushing somewhere off stage. moving heavy boxes of what you suspected to be equipment with a real vigor. you wondered where he had to run off to so quickly, but you had only seen him perform. you knew nothing about eddie except what steve had told you. the only additional information you had gathered was by yourself. eddie was handsome, a hell of a performer, and he was extremely good with his hands. you turned to josh, your favorite bartender in the world, and asked to open another tab just to order one more drink.

he obliged though it was late into the night. you definitely needed the help from a fourth drink if you were gonna attempt talking to eddie. it was a desperate attempt considering you were unsure that eddie would even come out from backstage. the small crowd dissipated. you were tired but hoped that waiting just a second longer would grant the possibility of meeting the metalhead true. steve was still around somewhere. they probably waited around to say hi to each other after his shows. it wasn’t really jumping to conclusions. they were best friends after all. that was the kind of thing best friends did.

the night was approaching close to midnight. it had been a long day for you. your week had just started, and you were feeling pretty intoxicated. the few drinks in your system giving you a nice buzz. out of the corner of your eye you watched steve wrap up the last swig of his drink and place the empty glass on a soiled napkin. he turned his back to you, gave your friend his number, and started to say his goodbyes. as he was walking away from the bar you heard someone whisper loudly from the darkness of the curtains.

“psst! harrington! hey man!’’ the voice said. steve tensed up, ‘’yah, im coming, im coming…’’, that must’ve been a recurring thing for steve if he was so familiar with the voice.

steve marched back behind the stage. when he arrived in the darkness you could see him lean down and grab a few cases of equipment and move them to the backdoor with the rest of the stage crew and eddie. they worked quickly, lifting the heavy boxes with an easy haste. they must’ve had somewhere to be. turning your back to them and the stage, you decided you would have just this last drink and then head home with your group. there was no point to waiting around, if you were that desperate for his attention you could come back next week.

you heard the two voices start to argue back and forth. you couldn’t tell what the context of their conversation was but it was clear they were getting into it about something. the two girls next to you that were with steve earlier giggled as if the little argument the three of you were eavesdropping on was normal for them too. they seemed like they were best friends, you had overheard steve call one of the girls robin.

‘’just please, c’mon do this one thing for me”, the first voice whispered. the second voice grunted, ‘’i’ve already moved your shit into the alley man! you’re not gonna always have me around to just move stuff! couldn’t you hire someone for this?’’ that voice was more familiar, it was steve’s. the other voice laughed, “yeah, but i have you! why would i pay someone for this?!”

after the argument, a beat passed, the voices grew quieter. turning into hushed whispers. you closed out your tab and turned to your friends, letting them know that you would be taking a cab back home. you didn’t wanna burden one of them with the drive when they were still spending their night out. collecting your things, you talked to josh for the last time while he cleaned a few glasses at the counter. you made sure to mention that he would see you around.

“i’ll come back sometime, i promise”, you said. “really? was the service just that good?” he joked. you smiled at him. “suuure was..” you trailed off. you laid your palms flat on the top of the bar and pushed yourself backwards. leaning on your heels to keep your balance while you were procrastinating your absence. not really wanting to leave just yet.

you could at least catch steve, you thought, and say goodbye to him. the reality of that happening had already disappeared though, the girls he was with had already vanished. he was missing in action too. you sighed and spun around.

suddenly you got really hot, really fast. your space was invaded by a large man. your hands laid flat on the chest of the culprit to catch yourself. the stranger jumped back, your simple touch scorching him. there he stood, stuttering on his words. face red and burning.

eddie fucking munson.

the boy you once saw on stage was shoved into you. steve was behind him giggling. you watched eddie fumble his speach. apologizing over and over. his right hand had grabbed the small of your back to keep you upright so you wouldn’t fall. letting you go, you both stared at each other awkwardly. eddie was hesitant, making sure you were balanced before he gently gripped your hip to shift his own touch. it lingered under your clothed skin. you looked to him shyly, watching him wipe his sweaty palms on his jean clad thighs.

“im- im so sorry. i.. i didn’t mean to step on you”, eddie mumbled. you quickly replied, “no, im sorry. i should’ve been paying attention, really i’m sorry”. your statement was catering to his sudden fearful attitude with lots of reassurance. eddie apologized again before throwing his head back and letting out a gruff laugh, “i’m better with my hands than my feet, i swear”, he teased.

the two girls steve was with from earlier were in your bubble again. the slightly taller one almost spit out her drink. “steve! you totally shoved him into her, dingus!” she yelled while rubbing her chin free of her drink spilling down it. “im sorry! how was i supposed to know she was going to turn around!” steve cried. they bickered back and forth to each other while you watched. they seemed like an old married couple. both you and eddie observed them.

eddie spoke first, “that’s robin, i call her rob. her and steve constantly buck heads”. while he was discussing it steve and robin seemed to heat up in their fit. pointing at the other girl that was trying to break up the fight, he said, “that’s nancy.” he paused, laughing at how they argued with each other and nancy tried being their middle man. “aren’t they just the best?” eddie smiled while steve and robin grunted about an entirely new subject. nancy was begging them to cut it out. you could hear robin nagging him about how it’s rude to push people. “i wouldn’t trade them for the world”, eddie declared.

you turned your head to the man speaking with you. eyes widening at the appearance of seeing him so closely. he had yet to turn his body towards you but it didn’t matter, his side profile was gorgeous. once so confident on stage but now seemingly nervous to face you and talk. you listened to him take a deep breath. slow and calculated. though he couldn’t find it in himself to find the right words his body stayed close. almost as close as he had been when accidentally bumping you.

remaining at your side he only turned to bend over the bar, not sit. the gesture was smooth. he was more relaxed when he settled down, like the presence of you being close made him feel less isolated.

waiting for you to continue the conversation, he watched your eyes study him out of the corner of his. this was the first time you had really seen him. your throat closed up. you wanted to be classy. say something flirty and sweet. just to let him know you were interested, but it slipped away you didn’t know how to converse. compared to your meek voice his tone was a deep timbre and soft. chills ran up your spine. goosebumps littered your arms.

he was a teenage girl's wet dream.

you shamelessly watched him.. your sights staring at his sharp brow bone first, working down to his boots, and back up. he had star power. could easily be placed in the background of the cover of rolling stone magazine.

his hair was teased and wild in all the right ways. his expressions very telling while his eyes held secrets. his stupid sleeveless band shirt was almost too tight for his figure.

you would never admit it because of your coyness but he was divine. so easy on the eyes that you could look at him for hours, memorizing every layer of his physical appearance over and over, and over… and… over.. an–

completely unaware you were spacing out, your eyes were stuck on the waistline of his low cut jeans. he stood up straight to face you. he was tall, and lanky. his waist was small and feminine, gentle with his sways as he moved. his chest was a polarizing opposite. holding his strong arms against it in a cross, he was guarding his ribs where his rough exterior rested but more importantly his heart.

eddie cleared his throat when your eyes soaked in the bulge hugging jeans for a little longer than he was comfortable with. he put his hands on his hips, pulling back his jacket backwards so you could see his belt line with the motion. he stared dancing one of his fingers below his waistband. eddie huffed a choked breath. the slight movements of his large hands brought a little consciousness back to you.

“not nice to stare”, he croaked in dominance. a devilish look dancing all over his face. “like something you see?” he said with not a hint of confidence. terrified he was pushing to harshly. your jaw opened, rushing to say anything of importance. eddie let out a deep chuckle, he was laughing at you. “no.. i wasn’t– i.. im sorry”, you admitted in shame. “i just really like the look.. that’s all”, you whispered.

your words flattered him. his smirk was kind but his eyelids were heavy. tired from this performance definitely. his lashes were sheltering all of the confessions his irises held and hiding his blushing cheeks just as easy under his curls. with the development in conversation, you realized he was almost as nervous as you. you spoke next,

“so those are your friends… and you’re eddie?” you questioned him while sitting back in your seat, silently inviting him to sit with you. already comfortably close to him, you wanted to build this bridge. you followed his lead and leaned closer into his space. making the distance between your breaths hollow. his eyes met yours, he was grateful you were so inviting, the closeness made his heart speed up. livewire. he had just been revived with a jolt of electricity. “yeah.. yea that’s me.. where are my manners?’’ he paused like he was questioning himself with what to say next. he cleared his throat, ‘im eddie”, he whispered. “it’s nice to meet you”.

you looked at him with curiosity, wondering why he had such a hard time answering the question as if he could’ve forgotten his name. he put his elbows on the bar and leaned down to smile at you. his jaw was sharp and pointed, but seemed gentle enough. he had pretty features.

you studied him closely and unashamedly in the dark bar lighting. you watched eddie redden before he was looking away from you and to the bartender. he threw up a number two, asking for his regular, you supposed. josh passed him two beers. one with the cap popped and the other still sealed. it was cool that he had a usual at a bar, that was something you had only seen in the movies.

fuck, even him asking for a beer was hot as shit. he was effortlessly good-looking when doing normal things. his face returned back to his gentle resting expression you saw on stage after he got his drinks. it was a welcomed substitution for his previously nervous look. you smiled sweetly at him and asked josh for an ice water to cool you down. he rolled his eyes at you playfully, you shrugged him off. ignoring the fact that you just told him you’d be leaving.

eddie was still upset steve took a rude tone with him backstage, bitching about how he didn’t want to always be the one moving his heavy gear. so the beers were a good way to take the edge off.

when steve threw eddie into you, eddie thought steve had really fucked everything up for him. he was supposed to help him win you over not make a bad first impression. it wasn’t a good excuse for him just to tell you he was bad on his feet, he should’ve been more apologetic before. for some reason, looking at you now melted his anxieties away. this could work. he could work with this.

the forceful greeting wasn’t really what eddie had in mind when he asked steve to wingman for him but somehow that bastard did a good job. he was truly indebted to his best friend.

still eddie couldn’t help it when he found himself over analyzing your body language. worried that you were disheveled by the accident. he couldn't let that slip up stop him from working his charm. his pupils dilated in the soft light trying to read you. you were both leaned on your elbows now. you held your chin in your palms, eddie had his arms crossed and low on the counter. his angle allowed him to look slightly up at you.

in the unspoken tension of new introductions. you let your guard down, the walls softening. he lifted his beer and silently asked to cheer. you obliged.

after a few breaths passed, you told him your name. eddie smiled, “well geez. of course a cute thing like you has a darling name”. he repeated it back to you, the syllables rolling off his tongue smoothly. ‘’thank you, haha, i got it for my birthday.’’ you joked. eddie smiled stupidly.

his laugh was a melody of sweet vibrations. the sound rumbling inside of his chest before it escaped his soft lips. you loved the ring it had, the reverberations almost as sweet as his performance had been. you were rushing to say something to make him produce the sound again. eddie took a swig of his beer, and you followed his movements.

taking a drink of your own. eddie watched your tongue play with the thin black straw of your water. he let himself stare at your provocative move, and you did the same when you saw his hand tense around his beer bottle. silently observing his large fingers that gripped the bottle tightly. the tendons in his wrist underneath a chain bracelet flexing hard.

the digits were dressed in shiny, silver biker rings. some of them were more worn than others. in the moody lighting you thought you saw dry blood on one of them. you wondered, this guy hurting someone? he looked tough but there was absolutely no way. especially with how he was respecting your space at the tiny bar.

eddie was close enough to give you goosebumps but he left a good foot between the two of you just in case you weren’t interested in him. god, how you hoped he’d be interested in you after tonight.

“i take it that you liked the show?” eddie checked with you to make sure his suspicions were correct. “mhmm it was.. something.. you put on a great performance..” you confessed. he fully beamed at you, “you really think so?” he questioned, nervous that you weren't being fully honest. “yea.. it was fun, really. i can tell you liked being up there”, you smiled.

then the bartender was walking over to the two of you to check in, eddie waved him off after sharing some short words. the extra seconds he was occupied granted you the time to get distracted by him all over again. when you smelled his body spray you were helpless. he smelled like old smokes and sweet vanilla. the black jacket he wasn’t wearing before held his musky scent. it was slightly earthy. the garment sat on his big shoulders over his old, tight, band tee.

it was made from nice leather and must’ve been expensive. his hair was a mess, curls pointing out every which way and slightly sweaty from the stage lights. with his hips leaned into the bar and him bent at the waist like that you could tell he was taller than you. it seemed like there was cotton between your ears, when he spoke again.

‘’so, what brings you to this small little bar in this beat down town?’’ his tone was genuine. you could tell he was excited to hear your answer. “my friends dragged me out tonight, i'm quite happy they did honestly”, you teased.

this was different from when you both had been watching eachother from the stage. eddie leaned closer, testing that you wouldn’t run away from him. you stayed put, not sacred of his forwardness. as he leaned in he caught wind of your perfume. it must’ve been much more expensive than anything he owned. he really liked the floral scent. inching closer he noticed you wore light makeup, but he couldn’t tell if the blush that danced on your cheeks was faux or his doing. he prayed to a god he didn’t believe in that he was to blame for the pink color on your cheekbones and he wasn’t just imagining this.

“is that so?” you watched as his eyes briefly glanced down with his words. the neckline of your low cut shirt was seriously taunting him. staring for a little to long. he gulped.

catching his eyes wandering, you crossed your forearms over your chest in teasing defense. he couldn’t help himself. eddie was a hormonal male after all, no better than the next guy, and you were a damn vixen. he stiffened after you caught him, nervous that he was overstepping. standing up straighter eddie cleared his throat and went to speak again.

“i uhm.. like your necklace.” he tried playing off his stares. you raised your brow at him then looked down. “pretty sure im not wearing any jewelry”, you both laughed at the sudden tension, cutting through it with your humor. eddie was relieved. ”uh. yeah.. so you liked it then?” forgetting that he had already asked you what you thought of his show. you smiled sweetly while his expression grew to be jittery again. he was looking for any sort of exit out of this situation now.

“muson!” a voice yelled from the front of the bar. that was his cue. steve had a rope wrapped around eddie and was pulling him out of the situation he was currently in. steve was at the entrance of the bar, yelling to get his best friend's attention. “are you staying or are we headed to mine!?” you heard him shout. “give me a second man!” eddie’s voice boomed throughout the bar, his volume scared you.

eddie threw a hand into the air, slightly dismissing his buddy. he was only trying to play the demand as nonchalant. hopefully you thought that attitude was cool. “alright man! meet me out front!” steve shouted at his wave.

with that, you felt it was time for you to wrap up the night. you’re eyes softened as you caught eddie looking at you, he was waiting for you to say something to get the conversation going again. cursing his gross boy genes for making things awkward.

then you saved him from the pull of steves demands and his self deprecating thoughts. you were offering him more small talk, not because you felt he deserved it, but because you wanted to know what the night had to offer. there were two choices you could make. you could leave the bar now and make it back home in a reasonable time or take this path of learning more about this stranger. the latter seemed more promising.

“so, eddie munson.. are you here often?” you offered to take the lead. “i am”, he answered. “i play here almost every week. trying to make it big i guess..?” eddie trailed off. “i finally have the time to really work on it”. he watched your eyes sparkle at his confession, “that’s really cool. i admire your work ethic... i don’t think i've finished a project in years”. you admitted, sharing a piece of your life with him too. he grinned softly, “that’s okay, this stuff can be tough. i understand..“

eddie slowed his speech and raised off of the bar. his fingers drummed a rhythm on the counter. distracting himself from the lingering goodbye. hard metal rings tapping on the surface.

“can i expect to see you around here more often, maybe next week?” he choked out those words, those conversation ending words. he held his head low wishing he hadn’t, but eddie didn't know where to go from here. “we could continue this conversation then? i don’t really wanna keep you late if you were thinking of splitting, you know?”

you smiled, “i.. yeah..” you paused, begging yourself to say something other than that you were just leaving. “i was thinking i’d head out… unless.. a-re you staying..?” you trailed, unsure of your own words. you tried to recover with a subtle flirt, “you’ll see me around, sure. if cute guys like you and your friend are frequent customers i wouldn’t mind”, you tried teasing but his face fell flat, only acknowledging that you said he would see you around and not that you called him cute.

eddie nodded at you, “you’re kidding, you would really come back next week?” he quizzed you. your eyes grew wide, “you’re actually here every week?” you asked to make more small talk. holding onto every word like a rope you just couldn’t let slip out of your hands. “sure am. we kinda have to get started somewhere”, he answered.

giving it his best shot, he tried being smooth with you. slowly coaxing you, trying desperately to win you over and convince you to come back next week. “you know, if you come next week i could.. maybe get you in early with my friends? if that’s something you’d like. no pressure of course.”

your face lit up. small talk was good. this was doable. things were going better than expected, “really? you’d want to give me a ticket?” you smiled, he smiled back just as wide. “ooh don’t get too excited, sweetheart. it’s not really giving you a ticket, it's more like… letting you in through the back”, eddie joked.

you were flushed a bright pink color. the nickname he had used ringing brightly in your ears. sweetheart. sweetheart. sweetheart. eddie leaned into you, you danced with his rhythm, you leaned into eddie. dizzy in each other's presence. the rope you were holding you didn't slip from your hands. instead it was caught and pulled tight with tension. the other end being held in the hands of the man before you.

you stared at each other silently, grinning stupidly. then he whispered, “ahh fuck—“, a beat passed. “harrington can wait can’t he?” you nodded slightly at his words, agreeing timidly. the smile he flashed you after your little gesture making your tummy turn.

you shivered, his secretive tone he held with you leaving chills. the promise of a developing friendship between the small space you shared. cozy and confined. nervous and new. “would you let me buy you a drink or something?” he pleaded. he looked at you with a soft expression. letting you know you were free to go at any moment.

you smiled, already well past your limit. then a sigh brushed your lips just as easily as his begs for you to stay had. “okay, eddie, but just one”, trying to say his name as lovingly as he said your new title. calling you by a nickname was brave for him, it had just slipped out but you didn’t seem to hate it. your acceptance of him confidently renaming you coming out of your playful tone.

eddie blushed. he loved how you had danced his name off your tongue in a sweet cadence. he stuttered, “yea— yeah of course..just one”. he put up his hand to flag down the bartender. smilinging wildly while putting in your order. sounding a lot less classy than when you had asked for one yourself. “could you get me one of those little girly drinks, whatever she was sipping on while i was rocking on stage would be fine”, he smirked.

the server you had come to know, laughed at his carelessness. rolling his eyes at you, josh turned to get started on drinks. you two started on a budding journey.

★

after sharing a night of more whispered words and conversations. the beverages were running low. six more beers for him, the drink he promised you, and another ice water. you were five drinks deep and you could really feel the affect it was starting to have on you. the glasses were all dry, or half full, you would say. eddie would argue that they were half empty, in fact it’s what you both had been discussing for ten minutes now,

“sweetheart, it’s half empty! i drank half of it so now it’s half empty, the other half is gone so it’s empty, half empty”, eddie joked with you. repeating himself because of the beer in his system. you argued back, “but you don’t count the air in the glass or the missing liquid, it doesn’t matter where it went.. it remains half full!” both of you giggled. choosing to ignore the actual intelligence of the proverbial phrase.

the question was normally used to determine another individuals worldview, but you didn’t have to hear his answer to know he was a pessimist. over the conversation you’d come to know he was delt a bad hand in life. it was unfortunate the circumstances he lived under, and after he had skimmed the surface of what his life was like, you were surprised he was so kind and giving towards you and his friends.

the server walked over to the bar and moved your half full, half empty, half whatever glasses into the sink. you two were his last customers. josh told both of you to wrap it up and head out, telling you that you needed to be safe if you were still thinking about taking a cab back home. the hideout wasn’t really in the best part of hawkins, so he worried about you and many of his other female customers.

“thank you, josh. you’ve been too kind to me.” both you and eddie stood up from the stools at the bar, eddie asked the server to keep his tab open till next week, but he left a ten dollar bill on the counter as a tip. you waved bye to the bartender as eddie walked you out of the small space. “of course, come back and see us now, seriously!” he yelled his last statement as you and eddie neared the back exit. eddie’s hand already pushing against the door to push it open.

eddie allowed you to step out into the alleyway behind the building first. the cold winter air biting your skin and leaving bumps. you shivered while noticing the environment was secluded and safe. a chain link fence surrounded a parking lot that housed a few cars. the gate they had come through earlier now closed. it was illuminated by a single street lamp where only four cars parked. there was a black bmw that definitely belonged to a silver spooned somebody, two older used cars, and eddie’s van.

he had described it to you vaguely over drinks, and seeing it really put it into perspective. the vehicle was an old thing, been his since highschool. eddie treasured it and all the memories he had made since owning it. the space in the back was a huge edition too. he could load all of his gear easily. you later found out that he hopped off the stage in a rush because he had to load his gear with steve quickly.

they were only in a hurry because two weeks before when they let the show go on for to long, the bar charged them for being past curfew. eddie wouldn’t admit it either but he had also rushed for you. being past their call time meant they had to take money out of their own pocket to pay the staff overtime. it was just two workers but eddie hated keeping them at their jobs late in the night and into the am.

eddie smiled at you as he walked around your figure. you were holding your arms against yourself to keep warm. the heavy door had slammed shut behind him. he pointed at the door, “his name is josh? how come i never figured that out”, he mumbled. you snickered, the bartender was right, people didn’t pay him attention like you had. it was a real bummer, he was a nice guy.

eddie leaned into your side, bumping your ditzy body with his own tipsy frame. “what? what's so funny?” his body was like a furnace, instantly heating you up. he faced you, walking closer and closer. his breath fanning hot waves onto your cheek. you playfully pushed you open palm on his shoulder, he should’ve swayed off to your side and laughed about the gesture like old friends do,

but eddie wasn’t an old friend. he pushed forward.

his warmth engulfed you and relieved you of the cold. having you in his presence for so long, was euphoric. his hot body was like a space heater and you were jealous of his leather jacket that was keeping him warm. his intrusion was uninvited but you were thankful for it. he was so close his curls tickled your cheeks. you looked up at him with a pink nose and he noticed your red ears.

as he moved into you, your gentle palm slipped down to his chest. he grabbed your hand, not hesitating for a second, the bubbly beer from earlier making him brave. he didn’t want the feeling to go away. his strong fingers wrapped around your small ones. he walked forwards, you took a step backwards. it happened again, then again, until eddie was suddenly lifting his arm and pressing his palm on the back of your head.

he realized that he was moving to cage you between himself and the wall of the venue. he didn’t want you to bump your head. when his knuckles felt the cold cement of the wall, he moved his hand, granting you the ability to stand flush against the wall for him. he placed the now free hand next to the shell of your ear. his other hand that was holding your sweet fingers to his chest squeezed your fingers. you squeezed back. the rope that you had both been pulling tightly back and forth the entire night, snapped.

eddie stared into your eyes deeply, wondering if you could feel his heart speeding up under your palm. his eyes were hooded, but open enough to trace your features with his dark gaze. his intimacy of the distance caused his tone to be quieter than you’ve heard the entire night.

“you should come back next week. or just come back and see me soon..”, he wasn’t questioning, he was demanding. his expression was flat like he was depending on you to agree with him. you turned your head to the side to avoid his pointed glare. when you faced away from him he notice your cheeks were a deep maroon. it could’ve just been the cold, he chopped it up to. he withdrew his body from you slightly. the new space allowing you face him without being overwhelmed with his closeness, “..i.. i will, i’ll come s’you next week, promise”, you whispered back.

eddie loved that hushed tone falling from your mouth. he couldn’t help but look down at your lips in a quick glance. you didn’t catch it because of how the liquor weighed your eyelids down. he let go of your hand and pulled away, smiling stupidly while taking a few steps back. he ripped his jacket from his frame and put it on your shoulders.

you were so hot. the leather was preheated from his own body, warmed your own. but the affection of the position he had just had you in warmed the inside of your chest. now the look of him in his tight, sleeveless tee shirt was melting you. his muscles would tense when the cold air brushed his exposed skin. you reached out to brush his arms.

“eddie, you’re gonna get a cold”, he just giggled at you. “oh and you’re not? i’ll be fine”, he assured. he grabbed the cuff of his sleeve that protected your wrist and pulled you forward. he reached into his pocket of the jacket you were wearing. he was a little to giddy that he could just grab the material and drag you anyway that he wanted.

you watched him reaching deep to grab something. you felt his hand brush your hip between the material. when the item he had tried to retrieve wasn’t where he left it, his eyes got wide, “i.. i forgot something”. eddie sighed, “give me just a second, sweetheart. wait right here, kay?” eddie rushed his words out, before you could even answer him, or turn a bright pink because of the cute nickname, he was running back into the bar. “m’kay”, you said to no one.

with eddie absent you stood still, playing with your hands nervously, trying to comprehend how eddie had been your impromptu date for tonight. did he see you as his date too? before you could get caught up in that baggage you needed to unpack later, steve suddenly turned the corner of the building walking by the chain fence. when he spotted you he perked up. he opened the gate to the back.

“hey! you’ve seen ed’s anywhere?” he was supposed to come to mines earlier and he still hasn’t come out to the front”, steve asked you, but he didn’t really need a confirmation. you were wearing eddie’s jacket, he just wanted to know where he ran off to. “yeah.. yeah, he went inside for a second.. said he forgot s’mthin”, you replied pointing at the door with your thumb.

is that why eddie had taken you out to the back door instead of the front? did he want to be alone with you before saying goodbye? or was it just the convenience of his van being parked in the back? he probably was feeling tired himself and wanted to leave, but he was also drunk, he couldn’t drive himself home like that.

steve’s extrovertedness didn’t allow you to ponder on the thought. he continued talking with you while you shoved it all down, just more baggage to unpack later. if you even remembered. you looked at him with sleepy eyes while he talked, he grinned at you and said,

“how many drinks did eddie buy you??” steve laughed. you mumbled, “that guy is too damn charming..”, ignoring his question but answering as to why you let him talk you into more. “i have that problem too. munson makes it hard to say no”, he reasoned.

speaking his name seemed to summon him. on cue eddie was slowly opening the back door again. he must’ve been trying to be extra careful not to scare you. he slowly stepped back out into the gravel covered parking lot. his eyes met steve’s first, but then he looked to you. eddie seemed to be sending you an apologetic look, silently apologizing he left you alone in the night in the alley behind the bar.

“i went to grab my smokes outta my pocket.. and realized i forgot my zippo on the counter. m’sorry.” eddie express regret. you reassured him, “that’s fine, steve showed up right after you went inside”. “course he did”, eddie snarked.

steve chuckled at the two of you talking like he wasn’t there. he watched eddie move closer into your side, he was clearly interrupting something. steve reached into his front pocket of his jeans. when he retrieved his hands he held a pair of keys. for a second he spun them on his finger before walking towards the only expensive car in the little lot. a shinny bmw.

of course it was his.

“you’re still coming to mine, ed’s? nance and robin already headed over, they were sick of waiting on you out front, it’s to cold”, steve said. eddie grumbled, “yeah, yeah. you’re driving though. i’ve had one too many tonight, we can leave my van here”, eddie replied. steve walked towards his car, “okay well, i’m heating up my car, you figure out what you two are doing and let me know”.

with that last sentence steve popped opened the door and leaned down to get into the drivers side. you listened to the engine roar to life and the steadily rumble. exhaust pulling out of his car while warmth surely filled the interior. both you and eddie were alone again.

he shifted against you awkwardly crowding you space to stay warm himself. he was walking back in front of you like before, so he could still talk with you face to face. this time there was an obvious distance between you. he pulled out a pack of camels from his jeans pocket and opened the cardboard package. you noticed there were only seven tobacco sticks left.

observing him was a pleasure. you watched as he pulled one out and placed it between his plush lips. his big hands played with his small lighter he had retrieved and flipped the cap. he played with the flint trying to spark it. he felt your eyes on him, and when he tested his suspensions by looking up at you, he was right. you were staring.

“you mind if i smoke?” he asked between his pinched lips. you shook your head no. “ahh sweet, was worried for a second”. you walked closer. eddie used the reachable distance to his advantage, grabbing his jacket pocket and pulling you forward. he was placing his carton in the pouch. the proximity you both were now in

familiar to earlier when you had first walked out of the bar.

his hand that held his lighter played with his jacket cuff. his hand was warm and adventurous, dancing his own fingers on yours. his lighter was in the way of you both fully connecting, so eddie allowed you to grab the lighter from his hand. “here, let me”, you said. twisting the zippo out of his grip. eddie put both of his clenched fist at his side. he didn’t really let people just touch his lucky lighter, not even steve, but for you he obeyed. he had panicked a little bit when he noticed it wasn’t on his person.

he watched you spark the flame and lift it to his lips. he leaned down to your cupped hands that guarded the flame from his huffy breathes. he looked at you as he sucked in the tip of the fire through his cigarette. your eyes and cheeks were glowing with the soft orange light. he noticed how your stare was on his occupied mouth in focus. making sure you were doing a good job for him.

when eddie’s smoke had a bright red cherry on the end you killed the flame with the lid. it snapped shut, but even the sharp sound couldn’t pull you away from the moment. you both were watching the other. the man in front of you raised one of his hands to pinch the cig, he grabbed the end and inhaled deeply. still holding his lighter you played with the cap to calm your nerves. puffing out a big cloud of smoke, eddie laid it over the two of you in a heavy exhale. when the smoke was slightly cleared you had moved closer. you reached into eddie’s jean pocket placing the lighter there.

the sudden closeness of your hands near his belt line made him jump, but he didn’t dare let his body reveal how nervous you made him. “wh–what are you.. doing?” he asked. you noticed during your sudden invasion that his hand that held his lit cigarette pulled away from you. he was careful not to flick any ash on you. his abdomend tensed up. trying so desperately not to think about your hands lingering in other places. he was too intoxicated to slip up now, he wanted to be a gentleman. show you he wasn’t just interested in you physically, but emotionally. he wanted to be your friend. your touch snapped him out of his daze as you gently patted his pocket with a tender palm. “there”.

when you looked at him your pupils were dilated, as was his. you tried moving back slightly but eddie held onto his jacket, making sure you couldn’t leave him. he needed you close, not only for warmth but because he liked you like this. you were so pretty while being dazed and sleepy. he needed to protect you, keep you safe so no one could harm you while you felt so euphoric. he couldn’t let you move an inch away. it was selfish of him to want this side of you reserved for only him. he had just met you tonight.

eddie felt crazy.

your delicate words danced on your tongue as you spoke in the silence. you whispered while your fingers retrieved his pack of smokes out of the coats pocket. “you know you.. could just..”, eddie watched you open his pack. you once again reached into his jeans front pocket. this time you moved slower, and more purposefully. eddie hissed. “your hands are so cold when you do that”, he whispered back. blaming the temperature on the twitch you felt in his pants.

once again, the lighter was in your hand. you placed it inside the box, sheltering it from the outside world and giving it a new and convenient home. “so that way, you always have it”. you cheerfully said. eddie’s gaze widened at you, as if you were the smartest person he had ever met, and he was gonna vocalize that thought, “that’s really smart.. now maybe i won't misplace the damn thing all the time”. he joked, you laughed.

when the soft sound of happiness died between the two of you there was a curtain of goodbyes falling over both of you. you didn’t want it to end but it was so late into the night. eddie grabbed your wrist again and moved you closer into him making sure you were warm and safe from the cold november air, it was redundant considering he let you borrow his jacket. you nuzzled into his chest, the drinks making you overly clingy and cuddly.

but all good things must come to an end. you couldn’t be wrapped up in the feeling of his warmth for long. a black car pulled up to the chain link fence that was barely guarding the alleyway where the cars that parked behind the hideout stayed. eddie huffed.

he started walking you over to open the gate to the fence, he and steve would leave after your departure so they needed the room to get his car though. you watched as he pulled the fence open, it made a pointed creaking sound. gravel against metal. you stood still, confused on who was in the mysterious car.

“called you a cab on the payphone when i went inside to find my lighter”, he paused. “i– i hope.. that's not me overstepping or anything, just wanted to make sure you got home safe, t’has all”. eddie smiled at you when your eyes sparkled. “no.. that’s fine. thank you eddie… i would’ve forgot”, you showed appreciation.

eddie grabbed your hand as he led you to the side of the car. he opened the door for you. extending his right arm out to make sure you had something to grab onto if you lost your balance while you leaned down. meanwhile his left hand grabbed the top of the car, the part that you could easily bump your head on in your intoxicated state, and he was glad he did. your temple brushed against his knuckle softly, whereas if he hadn’t placed his hand there you would’ve forsure been tending to a bruise in addition to your hangover tomorrow morning. when you swung both of your legs into the cab eddie moved around to lean into the space.

“now listen, sweetheart.” eddie tipped his body forward in the back passenger seat. he pulled the collar of his coat towards himself to pop the collar and get your concentration on him. his grip pulling the nape of your neck forward. when you faced him he smiled a dopey grin, the beers he had drank were hitting him hard but the man was drunk on your attention. “you’re gonna tell the nice cab driver your address… you're gonna get home, drink some water, and then go to bed, m’kay?”

your eyes smiled, “mhhmm. m'kay, eddie”, you said. he continued his rules, “then you’re gonna come see me next week, yeah? you promised, sweetheart.. and i gotta get my jacket back somehow…” you bobbed your head at him. “atta girl”, the praise he supplied you was almost a groan, it came from somewhere deep inside him.

then he was shutting the door, his sudden absence made you feel cold, but his jacket swallowing your frame was like a blanket. it kept you company and still smelled like him. you told the driver your address and hummed as he repeated it back to you. he put the car in drive and pulled out of the large alley. you watched a pair of headlights beam behind you. It must've been steve and eddie.

★

as you pulled into the familiar environment of your home you reached into your jean pocket to grab your house keys. hopping out of the car was a task but you managed to keep yourself upright. you walked inside of your apartment after unlocking your door haphazardly. the demands eddie had asked of you still ringing in your head.

first you moved to the small kitchen to grab a glass of water. you drank an entire cup before refilling it and then making your way to your bedroom hallway. in the dark hall was a guest bathroom that had a cabinet in the mirror. you walked in, opened the cabinet and grabbed two painkillers. eddie hadn’t reminded you to do so but your body was on autopilot, making sure you wouldn’t ache by tomorrow morning. it was a weekday, you still had to go to work.

your throat burned as you swallowed them down with your water. you wondered if eddie was having the same issues you were and if he was as sluggish. he seemed to handle his liquor better than you had. six beers didn’t seem to do anything other than make him more confident.

after your medical pit stop in the bathroom, you pushed the door to your bedroom open. the back of your heels dragging as you tried to move hastily to fall into bed. you clicked on your bedside lamp and started to pull the layers of clothes off of yourself.

when you reached into eddie’s big jacket pocket to pull the protective layer off, the tips of your fingernails brushed against a piece of paper. it was a ticket for eddie’s next show marked for tuesday of next week. you had no idea how he had gotten it in there, considering it wasn’t there before. you smiled and dived back into the compartment to investigate further. there was a bundled up napkin. you unraveled it to see if there was a message scribed onto it, sure enough there was.

“just in case you forget after tomorrow's headache, you promised you’d come see me. i stole a ticket from the box office when i went inside to call you a cab, hope to see you soon, sweetheart. xx. eddie.”

“p.s. need my jacket back.”

you threw his coat on the ground next to your bed. it fell with a big thud. you turned to lay the ticket and note next to your water so you would be sure to see it in the morning. after stripping your other restricted clothes off, you climbed under the warm covers. you didn’t fight your brain as you let the thoughts and feelings you couldn’t blame on the liquor bubbling in your chest rest just like your heavy eyes. you fell into a deep slumber.

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