Master of Puppets (Y/NxEddie One Shots)

Sugar

Pretty much all girl-on-girl. Apologies if that isn't your thing but fellow wlw people, enjoy ;)

"Gareth will be here any minute we have to get up" Eddie mumbles, but doesn't stop kissing the back of your shoulder as you lie in his arms and the arm draped over your waist suddenly wraps under you and pulls you back into him firmly.
"How can I when you're doing that?" You say through a smile, hoping to god he never stops.
You feel him smile against your skin as he presses his hips forward, his hardening cock pressed against your ass.
"I dreamt about your wet cunt last night" he says with a growl to his voice, one that floods your core.
"Oh yeah? What happened?" You ask.
Just as he's about to answer there's three loud thuds at the front door and Eddie groans against your shoulder.

He leaps over you out of bed, grabbing clothes and frantically getting dressed as Gareth keeps pounding at the front door.
"Ok I'm coming!" Eddie yells, bounding out of the room.
You stretch out, listening to the distant noises in the other room as Gareth comes in, the small talk between them both and then chairs scraping as they sit at the table to work on music as Eddie had told you they'd be doing.

*******

By the time you've showered and gotten dressed, Jeffs arrived and your heart sinks when you see Hannah on the couch, staring straight at you with a sneer on her face.
You want to be mean, you want to be sarcastic and witty but you remember what Jeff told you, you didn't want to make things worse for him by being a bitch.

"Hannah, how are you?" You say, trying to keep the venom out of your tone.
"Fine" is all you get, that and a flick of her long, straight blonde hair over her shoulder.
You still couldn't quite put Jeff and her together. Jeff was so much like Eddie, leather jackets and ripped jeans, Hannah was prim and girly. She only ever wore dresses and 9 times out of 10 they were a pastel shade of some kind. Today she's gone with pink, which just made her look like a Barbie doll, a bitchy, psychotic Barbie doll.

You sit down on the armchair across from her and pick up the book you'd been reading, Christine by Stephen King.
"Eurgh his books are so scary I don't know how you can read those" Hannah says when she sees the cover.
"I didn't know you could read" you respond, earning a warning look from Eddie.
She rolls her eyes and goes back to inspecting her nails, her glossed lips pursed like she's chewing on a lemon.

"Jeffy are we going to be here all day?" She asks when she hasn't had any attention for a hot minute, putting on a stupid baby voice and a fake pout.
You see Eddie and Gareth take deep breaths, something Eddie only did when he was trying to stay calm but you so desperately wanted him to snap right now, god knows she deserved it.
"Hey how about we sort out the equipment, make sure we've got everything before the gig?" Gareth suggests, knowing it will mean them all needing to be in Eddies van for a bit instead of in here.

All three of them rise from the table and Eddie catches your pleading glance, begging not to be left alone with her but he shrugs and mouths 'sorry' before grabbing his van keys from the side, he comes over to you and kisses you on the cheek before leaning into your ear.
"Please just be nice, we won't be long" he whispers before they all abandon you, silence and tension filling the trailer.

"Soooo... what's been goi-" you start but Hannah holds her hand up to silence you.
"We don't have to speak" she barks.
"Ok I'm done. What the fuck is your problem?" You ask, slamming your book down and losing your page as you get up from the chair.
"MY problem?!" She says, her voice raised as she herself stands up. "My problem is my boyfriend hanging around with a whore!"
You walk over to her, your face inches from hers. "What did you just call me?" You hiss.
"A whore. Trash. Slut. You're sleeping with all of them, Jeff told me. This weird little group sex thing you've all got going on" she says, a smug grin on her face.
"For you information I've never fucked Jeff" you correct her.
"Maybe not but you've done stuff with him, right? Must be so nice to be in this little club, all just meeting up and fucking each other" she says.
Then the ball drops.
"Oh my god you're jealous" you laugh.
"W-what? No I'm not!" She shrieks, backing away from you a little.
"Yes you are! You're jealous! Just admit it!" You say, glee in your voice.
"Fine! I'm jealous! You all have this history with each other and I see it every time you and Jeff are in the same room, I feel like an outsider sometimes" she says, her voice still raised but less angry now.