#and DOC lights up at seeing him in the parking lot

[ja3hwa]

♡ 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 | 𝐊.𝐇𝐉 ♡

【Synopsis】 : Hongjoong wanted your first time to be special and romantic. Soft.....this is not what he had in mind. Whoops.

『Word count』 :  5.17k

-> Genre: So Much Smut. Fluffy. Romantic.

Pairing: Dilf!Hongjoong x Park!Reader

[Warnings] : I want to make this a realistic first time. It's funny, there's jokes and mistakes. It's loving. The reader is scared but not of Hongjoong. Insecurities. Oral. Fingering. Squirting. Making out. Praise kink. Bratty sub reader. Soft dom Hongjoong. Lots of lovey-dovey shit. Cute little kisses. Confessions. Daddy kink. Pet names. Unprotected sex cause these two forgot about it until after. Whoops. There is so much dirty talk and slight degrading. This is so filthy and soft and all over the place. Listen man I’m so hooked on sappy romance. And to the bitch that hated angels outfit cause it ‘not 10pm dinner date worth’, theres a part I wrote in here just for you.

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 “If you don’t get back in my car right now, I’ll drag you into it.” His words were dark, tainting on your lips. It was like a drug you’d never get enough of. Quickly, without slipping, you got back into his expensive car, your hand never leaving his thigh as he drove and your lips suckling on his neck. Hongjoong was glad it was almost two in the morning and no one was on the road otherwise he would of most likely hit someone with how fast he was going. He made it back to his apartment in no time and without another moment to spear, he dragged you towards the elevator by your hand. Fingers entangled with yours.. he pinned you against the wall in a feverish kiss, holding the back of your neck, guiding your mouth with his. This was not what he wanted your first time to be like. But god, did he need every second of it.

The way his hand crept up your dress, crawling at your hips. Feeling your frilly panties along his fingertips. His tongue raked down your hot skin, suckling a bright red mark on your neck. He was going to litter you with his marks, every part of your beautiful untouched body. Taint it like you were made for him. He was going to fuck you like it was the last thing he was ever going to do. Because you deserved every treatment he gave you.

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You didn’t get time to take in your surroundings as you kept your lips flushed against Hongjoong’s. It was only when it was proving difficult to get your docs off when you both ended up laughing and grinning like idiots. Hongjoong was the first to pull away, pushing you slightly to lean against the hallway table so he could kneel down in front of you. You’ve never felt such a feeling like you had right now…This powerful older man, on his knees in front of you, slowly and carefully taking your shoes off. If he wanted you to feel like royalty, he was doing a bang-up job. 

“You like me on my knees, hmm? Angel?” He seemed to notice the way your mind had wandered off. Blush erupted over your face, feeling embarrassed of being caught bluntly staring. 

“I..Uh..” You looked around the hall, trying to find something to distract yourself as Hongjoong placed your right foot back carefully on the floor, having finished removing your shoes. Your sight caught the most amazing thing you’ve ever laid eyes on. “Holy shit…”

“Excuse you?” Hongjoong laughed at your potty mouth, but you walked down the hall, entering the large, dining, kitchen, and lounge room area. It was all opened with floor-to-ceiling windows. You could see almost the whole city. You’ve never been this high up before either, so it made the view even more grand. You watched in awe as the city light captivated you. You were so distracted you almost didn’t notice Hongjoong’s hands snaking around your waist, tugging at the strings on your corset, ever so slightly loosening it with every pull. his eyes never leaving the side profile of your stunning face. “It’s beautiful isn’t it.”

But he was not talking about the city view…

"It is..." You whisper. His lips inched against your neck, kissing down until he got to your left shoulder. Your shall had been forgotten long ago, most likely still in the car. And as you stood frozen watching the scenery beyond the thick glass so intensely, you felt Hongjoong finally slip off the belt around your plump hips, chucking it somewhere in the room. His fingers played with the fabric of your dress while you tilted your head to the side to give him better access. He could smell the sweet perfume on your skin. Feel the way he created goosebumps on your soft skin from the hot breath from his nose. His fingers would tangle, tug, and pull any part of your delicious outfit. The outfit he swooned over at dinner. The outfit he couldn’t help but smile at, thinking how sweet you looked, just like those strawberries that were embroidered on it. The outfit he was going to take great pleasure in taking it off you. Or maybe he’d fuck you in it first, watch how your nipples would peak through the layers of cotton. Feeling the roughness of the frills on his thighs as he thrusted in you hard. He’d keep those pretty little white socks you still have on as well. You’d be the most perfect little treat for him. “Hongjoong…”

He took a step back as you called for him. Standing so still, you didn’t dare to turn around. You could hear him move, the sound of fabric shifting, leather rubbed against jeans until… The clank of something metal hit the carpeted ground. 

“You wanna turn around Angel.” His voice was smooth, deep. Hypnotic. His words made every nerve burn in anticipation. This was really happening, he really wanted to have sex with you. Your heartbeats were hard, like a low base bashing on your chest. Thump, thump, thump. You could feel yourself become high head. Dizzy. Like your mind was slipping into a subspace of your mind you’ve never been before. “Baby.”

He called again but this time he was back right behind you, his hands on your hips made you take in a sharp breath. And without a second thought, you reached behind your body, pulling at the string that held the waist hem of your dress taught to your frame. Hongjoong didn’t dare take his eyes off your delicate fingers playing with the string, not until it was completely loose and the dress started to sag. Only having your shoulders keep the fabric up. Neither of you spoke, it was like you were both holding your breath. Waiting for the other to do something. You finally turned around.

His shirt was gone, the top button of his jeans was undone and his belt by your feet. You would never get enough of this man. The way he was built. The scars and tattoos decorated him like a human canvas. Everything was perfect. He was perfect. “H-Help me…”

He didn’t know he could move so fast, his fingers lacing under the cotton resting on your shoulders, slowly... go slowly god damn it. He screamed to himself as he pushed the fabric off you. The dress fell quickly, pooling by your feet. But he did not dare look down. No. His eyes stared into yours so desperately. he felt like he was in a dream and if he looked at your body he feared his cruel brain would wake him up. You took the ranes this time. Unclasping your bra without breaking eye contact with him. He could see the swell of your breasts out the corner of his eyes but he refused to look. The thump from the article of clothing falling to the floor made his heartbeat fall into his throat. And then his eyes widened, audibly gulping as you reached for his left, tatted hand. He felt your soft skin against his, and then he felt your hot plump chest in his rough palm. You hitched in a breath, feeling your overly sensitive nipples scrape along his hands. 

Hongjoong finally looked.

Taking in a big shaky breath, he saw you. He saw your soft curves, your juicy breasts. The way the balls of flesh rose and fell with each sharp breath. He made a mental note to kiss every stretch mark, scar, and blemish on your body. You are perfect. His other hand gripped your free breast, fondling your flesh. Your eyes fluttered close, tilting your head back slightly. Little pants would slip from your parted lips, as Hongjoong would start to leave light feverish kisses on your jaw, neck and collarbone. He would lower himself slightly, before slowly, pushing you backwards. you’d gasp loudly when your bare back would hit the ice-cold glass of the window. Hongjoong quickly knelt in front of you. Kissing between your breasts before latching his mouth on one of your nipples, while his free hand gripped your right thigh slowly, softly… parting your legs. You looked down at the older man, seeing his intense stare as he watched your every move closely. “Yes, I do….”

He looked confused for a moment, curious as to what you might be answering… and then you spoke out again. “You on your knees…I like it.” You felt like crawling out of your skin, feeling embarrassed at your words. But Hongjoong had a different expression. He growled, kissing down your pretty tummy, finding your stretch marks on the side of your hip, before kissing each and every one. He could do this for hours if he so wished, but for now, he just quickly pepper kisses a few before stopping just above the hem of your panties. He glanced back up at you one more time, slowly without breaking eye contact his fingers hooked under the soft cotton fabric before slipping them off down your legs. You were now completely bare in front of him.

“Fuck, angel. Aren't you the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen. So soft.” he kisses your thigh. “So plump.” And gripped the flesh of your legs to move apart until he could see your dripping pussy. “So wet and ready for me.”

“F-fuck Joong!!” His name slipped off your tongue like it was your favourite thing to say. Fingers dug into his fluffy hair as he pressed his nose against your already sensitive clit and inhaled. You were the most delectable thing he’s ever had, and your taste was all he was craving. So he dived right in, his tongue flatting against your hole before licking all the way up, swiping over your nub. He did the same motion a couple of times before he shoved his tongue inside. He needed to prep you well. Get you nice and wet, and he was loving every minute of it. The way your head was thrown back against the glass, moans spilling from you, becoming his new favourite melody. 

He could feel you were close by the way your body started to shake, struggling to keep yourself up. He, without a second thought, pulled away, nearly knocking the wind out of your lungs at the sudden loss of pleasure. But before you could say anything, he was tugging you down to the soft carpeted floor with him. He wasn’t expecting to fuck you on the floor. God no. Not today anyway. But he wanted to make you cum a few times first before pounding you into his mattress. 

“There, there angel. I’ve got you.” His soft voice made your head spin as you laid on your back with your legs spread as far as they could go. You needed him in every way as he latched back onto your soaked cunt, sliding in a finger. You knew you were already falling over the edge. You’ve never climaxed so hard before, seeing white and hearing a light buzz in your ears. Those romance novels had seemly been correct when it was the right man, he would be able to give you everything. Including the most mind-blowing orgasms.

“Fuck, J-joongie I f-feel weird.” You needed to come again, rolling your hips against his now two scissoring fingers his tongue didn’t stop its desperate antics and then Hongjoong sucked harshly against your clit. You swore over and over as your legs began to shake, you cried a silent scream in the next breath as you felt Hongjoong sit up.

“Holy shit…” His deep chuckle caught your attention, opening your eyes you see in horror… Hongjoong was covered in a wet liquid. His chin, cheeks and chest dripping… d-did I just squirt? “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

You felt your face heat up, wiggling a bit so you could sit up. The floor was a mess, and so were your inner thighs. But Hongjoong couldn’t care less, all he was thinking about was if he could get you to do that again. “Come on baby. Let’s move to somewhere more comfortable before I fuck you on this floor.”

He spoke so casually, but you could hear the lust dripping from his tongue. He was holding himself back, wanting to restrain himself and your little bratty attitude caught onto it quickly. Smiling, you pushed yourself up on your knees, while he watched intensely. You crawled over to him before resting your hands on his shoulders, his face so close to yours. “You gonna take me to bed Hongjoong? You’re best friend's daughter?” You whispered, inching closer. “What would he think? Hmm? Tainting my innocence.”

“I’ll do more than taint your innocence baby…” He knew what game you were playing, grabbing your hair, and tugging it back, making you forcibly look up to the roof. His nose glided across your neck before he suck a harsh red mark on your soft skin. “I’m going to fuck you until your head is filled with nothing but me. My cock. The way I fuck you. The way I’d make love to you… I’ll ruin you for any other man.” He bit down hard on your collarbone surely leaving indents of his teeth. “Cause you’re mine now princess. Mine alone.”

Him saying he’d love you causes a different feeling to grow in the pit of your stomach. A feeling you know you’d have to discuss tomorrow. But for now, as he led you to his bedroom. Your wobbly legs found themselves perched at the entrance of Hongjoong’s lavish room. It was not as you were expecting. He looked like such a minimalistic man, with a simple, sleek style. But yet his room... was filled with unique forms of art, house plants—some fake and some real—an abundance of vinyls, CD’s and a beautiful vintage record player, sitting in the corner of the room. The dark brown wooden stand the record player laid on matched his spruce bed frame well, and his dark near black bed sheets screamed the mystery man you knew him to be.

There was only one thing out of place. On his desk, besides two custom-made motorbike helmets that he most certainly painted himself, was nail polish. Rows of bottles of nail polish. All different colours and brands. Who knew a big tough tattoed, ex-military businessman wore colourful nail polish. “Sorry about the mess.”

He spoke so casually as he picked up some clothes off the floor and threw them in the direction of an ensuite. His cute simple smile was so innocent as if he hadn't just made you squirt all over his floor just minutes before. “No, No…it’s perfect.”

Your smile eased his racing mind as he kicked himself for not cleaning up before. But yet again, you being here wasn’t planned. It was supposed to go so differently. But such as life goes, nothing goes the way it’s planned every time. He chuckled lightly, walking over to your figure that stood still in the middle of the room. You weren’t standing awkwardly by any means but more so like you were admiring everything. Taking in as much detail, fearing you’d never see the inside of his mind like this ever again. His hands found their place on your hips once more, tugging you lightly towards the bed. You giggle, grabbing his face with both hands, you squished his cheeks as you kiss him messily. His smile grew against your own and as the back of your knees hit the end of the bed, you fell with him causing you both to laugh. 

“God, I could get used to this.” He murmured against your lips, crawling with you until your head hit the nice soft pillows. You just hummed in approval, letting him deepen the kiss by sliding his tongue into your mouth. You couldn’t see what he was doing, but you could feel him shifting around as if he was looking for something. You had to break away from the kiss, so he could finally see what he was doing. You tilted your head back, seeing him grab a pillow, rolling it long ways until it was like a little cinnamon roll. He lifted up your hips slightly, making you eye him in confusion as he placed the pillow under your lower back.

“w-what is that for?” You help him by planting your feet on the bed before wiggling your hips into a comfy position on the pillow. 

"It's to help me fuck you better." He said with such cheek it almost knocked the air out of your lungs. He laughed at your wide-eyed expression with a slightly parted lip. "Hah, it's so you don't feel any discomfort when I penetrate you, darling. Don't worry. I just don't want to hurt you for your first time."

"Oh god." You moaned, covering your eyes with your arm. You knew he knew you weren't experienced, but him explaining the pillow made you feel like you were having an awkward sex ed class with your much older teacher. 

"Hey, It's okay. You don't know these things, Angel." He pulled your arm away from your face lightly kissing your wrist, then forearm before kissing your cheek and the corner of your mouth. "I know you're not as experienced as me. But I want you to know, baby." He gave you a peck on the lips. "I don't care. In fact, I'm honoured you want me compared to someone younger, less...me"

You knew he was gesturing to his scars. His battle wounds and how he carries a lot of trauma and PTSD from the military. You remember your father had spoken about healing and struggling with society after being in wars. But you knew Hongjoong was on the battlefield a hell of a lot longer than your father. "Hongjoong."

You grabbed his face again, gently rubbing your thumb along his rough skin. "What you went through, what you've done. It doesn't define you now. You're such a caring, sweet, sexy, and kind man. I couldn't ask for a better person to be my first."

You've never confessed such a thing a loud before. Sure you have a big crush on the older man, but you've never actually said it to him. You were falling in love with him and you wanted him to know that. He smiled, kissing you again. It was slow, passionate, and soft. You could feel his love spilling from his heart to yours, and then he pulled away. "So you think I'm sexy."

"That's what you got out of it!!" You whacked his bare chest, making him huff out a breathy 'hey'. You went to hit him again, but he grabbed your wrist this time, pinning your arms above your head. Everything fell silent after that, his lips find your cheeks once again, littering your face with kisses. 

"I want to take you out. I want to spoil you." He kissed down your neck. "I want to call you mine and be with you without the thought of anyone judging." His kisses trail down to your collarbone, than the valley of your chest, kissing every part of skin he could. "I don't care about your father. If he doesn't approve then fuck him. I want to call you mine. If you'll let me."

He gave your nipples a suck each before kissing back up to your face, locking his lips with yours. You could feel him shuffling around, using his free hand that wasn’t holding your wrists to fondle your breast. You were becoming lost in your feelings. Mind spinning as you felt Hongjoong’s tongue dance around your own. Teeth clashing against teeth as the kisses become hotter… messier. Everything was perfect, letting you slip into complete bliss until Hongjoong panted against your swollen lips “Take a deep breath for me.”

You didn’t understand but followed his order obediently anyway. that’s when you felt his warm, wet tip slip against your hole. You quivered, whimpering at the feeling. You needed him so badly, that your mind was short-circuiting. “S-sir, please. Please. Put it in me.” 

“Fuck baby, you can't say those types of things.” He moaned, resting his head on your shoulder, his hand that was needing your breasts was now stroking his cock. He had pulled his jeans down to his thighs, making you pull your leg up to help push them further down until they started slipping off his thighs and pooling at his knees. He kissed your shoulder before sitting up fully. 

"Hong—fuck...." You gritted your teeth as you saw his cock resting against his leg. He wasn't huge, but his girth made you swallow a harsh ball of saliva. How on earth was that thing going to fit inside you? You couldn’t help but take him all in, eying his whole figure. This man was built like a god if you’d ever seen one.

“You like what you see angel?” he laughs, finally throwing his jeans somewhere in the room. you sat up, spreading your legs wider so he could get a full view of your soaked cunt. Your smile was devious and dangerous. Just like the one you put on the first night, you were both together. The brat in you was showing. He had to chuckle watching you intensely with a bitten lip as you touched yourself. Your hand inching slowly towards where you needed him most.

“I don’t know. Do you like what you see, Daddy?” 

He was back on top of you with a growl in his throat. His face inches from yours and his cock rubbing against your clit. Your eyebrows knotted together as he breached your hole, tip sitting tightly inside you. You gulp, trying your best to take a deep shaky breath. His eyes never left yours as he watched you come undone. Your mouth fell open as each inch slipped into your abused cunt. Your moans were weak, breaking into a cry as he finally bottomed out completely. “Fuck, your cunt is so tight baby. So warm. You are doing such a good girl. My best girl.”

“H-Hongjoong t-too big.” Your whimpers were high-pitched and whiny. Your bratty nature out of sight. Your fingers dug into his shoulders as you pushed against him slightly. It wasn’t that you wanted him off you by any means but your mind was racing. From feeling so full, pleasure surging through your whole body mixing with a sharp pain coming from being stretched out by his cock. And then there was the overwhelming feeling of having failed your father, letting his best friend fuck you…. But as Hongjoong kissed your tears that ran from your eyes. He whispered back to you lovingly, tenderly.

“It’s okay princess. You are doing so well. Keep taking deep breaths for me. Relax.” What he really wanted to say was how fucking tight you were. How good you felt around him. How he wanted to bust a nut right then and there. “C-can I move..fuck…” His pants became more frantic as you nodded your head with a little ‘please’. his hands that rested on either side of your head, now one rested on your hip and the other behind your neck, holding you in place. Your legs wrapped themselves tightly around his waist, letting him thrust slowly and deeply into your wet pussy.

His nose rubbed against yours, while his mouth left agape mere inches from your own. Your breath mixed with his with each pant and battered breath. Your eyes had snapped shut, focusing solely on his cock inside you alone. Hongjoong felt like he was on cloud nine, the way you moaned his name. Hugged him tightly. The way your body needed him just as he needed yours. Everything was just as he imagined if not more. His little angel. His sweet best friend's daughter. “Fuck, angel. You feel so good. My dirty little girl.”

“D-dirty?!” You gasped as his hand left your hip to push the pillow up more so he could fuck you deeper. His chuckle felt cold, chilling and oh-so-pleasurable. 

“Hmmm yes, my dirty...” He tilted against your ear grunting with each thrust. “little cocksleeve. So tight and warm for me, fuck.” You whimpered at his filthy words, digging your nails into his skin, fearing to draw some blood as his thrusts got sharper. Hongjoong didn’t mean to slip up with his rambles but he couldn’t help it. It just felt so right. And you felt the same.

“Yes, daddy. Please. H-Harder please.” You gasped throwing your head back. Hongjoong sat up this time, hooking your right leg over his shoulder, chuckling darkly. Your smile grew feeling his cock sink deeper inside you. He held onto your plump thigh for deal life as he humps his cock into your pussy, grunting at the feeling of your walls spasming around him. He swallowed in a sharp breath, snapping his eyes shut with a loud hiss going blind by the tight feeling of your squeezing cunt. 

“Fuck, baby. How did I wait this long to fuck this tight cunt? I should have fucked you the night we screwed around.” He lent down bending your body at an odd angle but the burn made your head spin in the best way possible. He cupped your chin, pulling your focus back to him, staring into his hot, lust-filled eyes. “You would have liked that huh darling? Me fucking you while your father is in the next room.”

“Jesus fucking christ.” You snapped, yelling at you felt the tingle in your gut grow quicker. “Yes, Joong. I wanted you to fuck me then and there so so badly.”

“Ha, See you are a dirty girl. I should punish you. Maybe I’ll wake you up tomorrow to eating this deilous pussy until your screaming me to stop.”

“Yes, Yes Yes. Please.” You babbled, squeezing tightly around him. You were so close to the edge, and Hongjoong could tell. By the way your face scrunched and how your legs started to shake. He knew you just needed a little push.

“You gonna cum baby? Come on, let go. I wanna feel you cum around my cock darling.” He growled in your ear, moving your leg back around his waist so he could move closer to you. Your lips found his against in a heated moment. Passion spilling out with each thrust as he swallowed your moans.

“Joongie please come with me. Come inside me. I wanna feel you.” You mumbled against his mouth, making him let out a groan. His stomach tightened as he tried to hold on just for a little longer. He needed to feel you come first. He needed to feel you as you tightened around him. As your eyes rolled back and you finally let go. You swore over and over again as felt him empty his load deep inside you. Your scent mixing with his as his groans harmonized with yours. 

“God, I love you.” His hips stuttered before stopping entirely. Your heart was thumping so hard against your chest that you could hear it in your ears. Hongjoong was the same, panting like he had just run a marathon. He kissed your cheeks, then your jaw and lips, littering your face in soft pecks. The silence that consumed the room suddenly felt comforting, like a blanket you’d wrap around yourself on a cold day.

You could feel Hongjoong slowly soften inside you, but didn’t pull out. Your fingers raked through his hair, scratching his scalp. You couldn’t have sworn he was purring for a second. “H-Hongjoong.”

“Yes, dear?” He hummed so casually like this was just a normal night shared with a lover.

“I-I think I love you too.” You whispered unsure if it was the right thing to say. He had blurted out the words of devotion in the heat of the moment and it worried you that he might not have meant it. But it was in fact the opposite. He had to constantly bite his tongue so he wouldn’t say it. And in the moment it felt right. His smile grew, sitting on his elbows so he could see your sweaty, beautiful face, dancing in afterglow.

“I’m glad. Cause I mean it. I’m foolishly in love with you.” He tried to act dramatic which caused you to hit his chest lightly. He sat up with that action finally pulling out of you. You shivered as he did it, feeling his cum slowly slip out of you. “Sorry about…that. I should have put a condom on.” 

He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling embarrassed that he, a supposably mature man, couldn’t control himself. You sat up slowly, reaching for his bicep before rubbing him lovingly “Hey, it's okay. I asked for it. And I’m on birth control so it's fine.”

“Well in that case.” He smirked pulling you onto his lap. You hissed slightly at your sore limbs and overly sensitive sex. His arms wrapped around your waist, letting your chest rest flushed against his.

“Now now soldier. I think definitely cannot go another round without some rest.” You laughed peppering his cheek slowly. He hummed knowing you needed rest and a part of you knew he was half joking about going another round…

“shower and sleep.” He mumbled against the crook of your neck, feeling his fingers draw shapes into your back. You sighed feeling so much contentment. Safe in his arms. You both knew that what had now happened was something forbidden, and you both were going to have to confront your father at some point.

But as Hongjoong helped you to the bathroom and slowly lathered you with body wash that smelt like him with giggles and laughter echoing in the spacious shower room. Neither of you cared for the outside world. Not when Hongjoong's lips brushed against you every so often as you rinse the soap off your body. Not when he put you in one of his shirts and dragged you back to bed with his fingers tangled with yours. 

And not when he held you tightly, whispering how beautiful you are. How lucky he is and now he was never going to ever let you go.

-♡

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[thefreakandthehair]

no better version I could pretend to be tonight

written for ‘charm’ wc: 548 | rated: m | cw: eddie munson's near-death experience and description of panic attack/nightmares @steddiemicrofic

Eddie wakes up screaming. 

It’s how he experiences the crushing weight of living when he was so certain he would die beneath that fiery, starless sky. No one sees the hollowed out face of Death and comes back through the veil unscathed, but if the only sacrifice Eddie makes for his life is his right nipple, some flesh, and peaceful sleep, he figures it’s a bargain. 

Every night for the last several months, a hole cracks open in his chest where his lungs once were that bottoms out and refuses to hold the oxygen he desperately tries to pull in to fill the void. His skin feels too tight, his throat hoarse, his palms sore from the clenching of his fingers into fists that swipe at nothing. The taste of blood and rust coats his mouth, a phantom sense that nothing but time dissolves. 

Casual shrugs and black coffee disguise his discomfort when asked if he’s okay. 

Never better. I’m alive, aren’t I? He jokes.

That should be enough of an answer for his new friends. And it is, mostly. They don’t believe him, but they leave well enough alone. 

That is, everyone but Steve Harrington. 

Steve’s proven himself to be an enigma, wispy in Eddie’s grasp. He can’t quite get a handle on him, but he’s been nothing but good to Eddie besides his relentless insistence that Eddie try sleeping at his house. 

“Just give it a shot, Munson. I’m tellin’ you, I’ve got this sleep charm.” 

“If you wanna get me in your bed that bad, you’re gonna have to try a little harder than that.”

“If that’s all I was doing, this would be a lot easier.”

The kicker is that he does. He trusts Steve, and maybe he just wants an excuse to pretend that Steve’s his to wake up to but the next time he wakes up screaming, he gathers his shit, scribbles a note for Wayne in the kitchen with shaking hands, and drives across town. He parks, walks up to the door with a pillow under one arm, and knocks loudly, unencumbered by the liminal space that is Loch Nora at two o’clock in the morning. 

Steve opens the door before detaching the deadbolt, sleep rumpled and adorable– save for the nail bat just barely visible through the crack of the door. He’s shirtless in just a pair of pajama pants, blue and green stripes that hang a little loose from his hips. 

“Eddie?” Steve mumbles, his voice croaky and low as he rubs at his right eye. “Fuck.” He closes the door just long enough to undo the deadbolt and holds his arm out, ushering Eddie into the quiet of the house. 

“Here for your sleep charm, or whatever.” Eddie looks around the room, dimly lit by the motion sensor porch light through the window and doubts himself. “This is stupid as shit. I can just—” 

Steve shakes his head and places a hand on Eddie’s lower back, gently guiding him upstairs to his bedroom.  “Don’t even think about it. You’re here, and we’re gonna get you some sleep. C’mon.” 

It won’t be the last time Eddie wakes to the tickle of Steve’s chest hair against his nose and the gentle press of lips to the top of his head.

there's a version of this that's 3k that lives in my google docs and maybe one day, that'll end up on my ao3

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[foreverdolly]

𝐈 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 |80's mechanic!austin x best friend!reader

summary: it's starting to look like he might never make it out of the friend zone. austin has been in love with you for as long as he can remember, and he's terrified that you'll never see him as anything more than a best friend and protector. with the fear of you one day outgrowing him fresh on his mind, he's now hell bent on getting you to view him in a different light. madly in love and terrified to lose you, austin butler is playing for keeps.

pairings: 80s mechanic! austin x childhood best friend!reader

word count: 4.8k

notes/warnings: SMUT! in part two, virgin!austin. . . need i say more?, i love pining and this fic is testament to that, shaky/hurried hands, who doesn't love a good best friends to lovers fic, he has a deep southern accent, austin is the small town's metalhead and he's swelteringly hot without even trying. (this is going to have to be two parts because it turned out too long after editing. the smut alone is like. . . five pages on google docs.)

The incessant metallic clinging and loud mechanic whirs echoed against the cement flooring of the auto body garage. The sun was peeking just over the trees right outside the open garage doors, the spring sky slowly burning gold and pink. Most of the men were rushing to finish up with the vehicles that they were working on, eager to get home to their families after a long day of work. There was one mechanic though -who might be young, but made up for it with skill- was still elbow deep under the car’s hood, eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration. He’d only been looking at the car for five minutes and knew exactly what was wrong with it. The elderly woman had gotten her car towed all the way to Travis’ shop after the damn thing stalled out in the middle of the Winn-Dixie parking lot. The young mechanic could see her through the lobby’s windows watching him, her tiny wrinkly hands balled up into nervous fists.

“Aye- Austin?” Travis jogged right up to Austin, placing his hand down on one of the side mirrors as he waited for the diagnosis. 

“It’s not the engine. The transmission,” He pointed towards the old hunk of junk, leaning his head back under the hood to show his boss. “It’s completely shot. She said it will jerk when she accelerates and the wheel will sometimes shake when she’s goin’ fast enough. What’s happening is that it’s slippin’. The damn thing won’t stay in gear. This car is ten years out of date- I mean. . . It's a ‘74. So even if we order the parts-” 

“It’s gonna cost more to fix than it would be for her to just buy a whole new one.” The boss finished for him, sighing when he saw Austin nod his head in agreement. 

The long haired blonde blinked his eyes against the burning sunset, shooing a gnat away from his face as he leaned his hip against the car. He crossed one booted foot over the other as he waited patiently for the man to make a decision. While Travis enjoyed making money, Austin knew that the bastard was above stealing it from little old ladies. With a small huff of defeat the middle aged man began walking back in the direction of the lobby, most likely to break the bad news. He stopped just before he opened the door, pointing a quick finger-gun in Austin’s direction. 

“Are you comin’ over to Mark’s cookout tonight? You can bring your girl.” He called out over the loud noise. 

Austin shook his head before flashing the man a little face of distaste. 

“I’ve gotta go to my dad’s house to grab some of my old shit. Besides- I don’t have a girl to bring.” 

Travis shot him “a face” right back, but one of disbelief. “Yeah, right. A girl doesn’t just bring her friend a hand packed lunch every other day unless she was hopin’ for somethin’ to happen between them..” And before Austin could even defend himself the man was gone, sauntering solemnly over to the corner where the elderly woman was sitting. 

You weren’t the one that was hoping for a chance at romance, but Austin was. He’d rather die than admit it, but his co-workers' words lit a small fire in his chest; a hopeful pyre that didn’t dim. 

The wooden stairs were old and weather worn, the nails rusted with age. Austin always felt a sense of dread when he heard the familiar creaking under his feet, and the fact that he could hear the television droning on from inside of the trailer didn’t make it any better. It meant that he was home, and the blonde knew what that meant. A fight was sure to ensue, and after the shitty day that he had at work, that was the last thing that he wanted to endure. He found that the door was unlocked, per usual. The inhabitant of the rickety death trap didn’t have anything worth stealing. 

“Why are you here?” The middle aged man looked terrible for his age, though Austin blamed that on the endless supply of alcohol and drugs that ran through the man’s system. 

Austin cleared his throat, closing the door behind him with a grimace. He didn’t want to be here, but there were still a few boxes back in his old room that he needed to grab. After that he’d be gone for good, or at least that’s what he told himself anyway. His no-good father was used to relying on other people to save the day, one of those people being his own son. 

He blamed his strong sense of duties on the fact that he was raised in the deep south. “Being a man” was hammered into his skull from the moment of his very conception. Taking care of your family, especially when they are unable to do it for themselves, was considered a must. Austin had always hated his father. In fact, he couldn’t remember a single time in his life when he had felt gratitude or love in any magnitude towards his father. Still, he was a man and needed to provide for his family. . . right? He didn’t want anyone to think less of him for abandoning his father. More than anything, he didn’t want the wrong kind of gossip ending up in the wrong people’s ears.

What was important to him now was getting the hell away from his abusive father. He was old enough to start thinking about what he wanted for himself in the future. He’d always craved companionship with a certain person. . . children were on his radar too. The last thing he wanted was for his druggie father to be in his own kid’s lives. 

The lanky man didn’t fit in the small home anymore, and he hadn’t for years. Both physically and emotionally, he had outgrown his prison many moons ago. He took a few seconds to look around the living room. Now that he wasn’t there to clean up after the grotesque man, the house smelled absolutely putrid. Austin’s nose wrinkled in disgust, eyes dancing along the empty beer cans and overflowing sink. 

“Jus’ gettin’ the last of my stuff.” Austin grumbled, his bulky black boots sticking to the dirty linoleum floors as he tried his best to breeze past the older man’s old recliner. 

A hand reached out, gripping at his wrist to stop him. Austin looked down, the muscles in his sharp jaw clicking as he held back the urge to rip himself out of the man’s reach. He knew that he was too big for the man to intimidate now, but his body still remembered the pain his father had put him through as a kid. 

“Ya talkin’ bout that toolbox?” The man’s voice was gravely, all thanks to the menthols he religiously smoked. Austin could smell the Miller Light and smoke coming off of him now. It was nauseating. 

The blonde ripped his eyes off of the man’s face, peeking off down the hall to see his old bedroom door wide open. He had locked it from the inside and crawled out the window the last time that he was here, taking the spare key with him. It was still tucked away safely in his wallet. His breathing stuttered when he realized that the doorknob had been taken off completely. 

“I need it for work. What did you do with it?” Austin tried to school the deep southern accent out of his voice. He got into the habit of doing that around his father from a young age, desperately wanting to seem as different from the old man as possible. 

“If that’s what yer here for, don’ bother. I sold it.” The young adult’s heart sank to his ass, and this time he didn’t hesitate in ripping his wrist out of the man’s hand. 

“To who? Where is it?” Austin questioned heatedly, staring daggers into the old man’s face. 

The sandy haired man was staring back at the television now, watching old reruns of some shitty old Western movie that must have come out in the sixties. He didn’t answer Austin, too drunk to care and too high to listen. 

“Dad!” Austin’s deep voice boomed, echoing around the filthy trailer. “Where the fuck did you take it? The pawn shop off’a Assembly Street?” That was where his father often sold stolen shit for a few extra bucks. 

That got the other man’s attention. He didn’t take kindly to being yelled and cursed at, especially not by his son. He could always deal it out, but refused to take it. Ray Butler had stopped beating on his son during his Junior year in highschool though, realizing that the boy was now bigger than him. Out of a cowardly fear for his own safety, he stuck to the emotional abuse instead, which only got worse once he didn’t have a true outlet for his frustrations. Austin bristled as he watched the old man glare up at him, taking a long swig from his beer before answering. 

“I took it to Keith’s. If ya needed it so bad, why the hell didn’t you take it with ya in the first place? It’s in my house, so I can do whatever the fuck I want with it.” It was surprising how coherent the man was, especially since he must have been drinking all day long. 

Austin’s father hadn’t had a job in the last seven years, but still managed to scrape by somehow. He was a petty thief whose criminal record stretched all the way back into his boyhood. He had raised the blonde to be the exact same way, but the only thing Austin had truly adopted from his “teachings” was a shared hatred for cops and a scrappy sort of resourcefulness. The other kids that he was forced to interact with at school were the ones that taught him how to fight. They enjoyed taking turns trying to beat the shit out of the town’s poor kid, but once he finally hit his growth spurt in the summer after sixth grade the roles were largely reversed. Nobody messed with him by the time that he had entered high school. He was feared by his peers and just as hated. 

The negative image that he had created served him well though. Not only had he made a name for himself, he had also gained the ability to protect his best friend, which was the only thing he really cared about. Getting the dog shit knocked out of him was one thing, but seeing boys and girls teasing her was a different story. He remembered storming into the girl’s bathroom during his junior year very vividly, yanking up one of popular blonde’s by the back of her shirt. 

“I’m a Butler, so don’t think that I’m above hittin’ a girl.” 

He’d constantly ask you if the bullying persisted even after that, but you always went out of your way to tell him that they had stopped their teasing. Austin was made fun of because he lived in a trailer that should have been condemned long since they originally moved in and barely had enough money to get school supplies every year, but you were picked on because you were perfect. It didn’t make any sense to him, but girls are strange creatures. You made good grades, was the nicest person he had ever met without even trying, and your natural good looks made matters even worse for you. Getting the mean girls to steer clear of you wasn’t the hard part, but keeping the male pervert’s away was an entirely different story. 

It didn’t help that after a long day of putting up with the constant glares, rumors, and telling boys to back off, he’d be forced to come home to incessant tongue lashings. He barely had time to study after taking care of the forty year old drunkard, hence his rotten grades in school. You could only do his homework for him so many times, but hey- you tried. He graduated because of you, at the very least. 

He had landed a job as a mechanic straight out of high school, having been skilled for his age. Who knew that driving a shitty lemon of a car that he constantly had to fix up would lead to a career? He had gotten lucky, which was a rarity in his life. 

Getting his own place was one hell of an achievement, but his past always found a way to come back and haunt him. 

Austin stormed through the connected kitchen and down the hall, sucking in a deep breath before he entered the room. All of the boxes that he had stacked in the corner had been ransacked and picked clean. It was Austin’s fault for thinking that a simple locked door would keep his father out. The blonde could scream over his stolen Iron Maiden and Dio tapes later, for now he needed to focus on the important thing: his tools. 

“You sold them to your crackhead dealer? For what? A bag, right? That was over a hundred dollars worth’a tools!” He screamed from the backroom, kicking an old wooden chair that had been junking up his old room for ages. The thing went flying, hitting the opposite wall with a resounding cracking noise. 

Austin was covered in car oil, smelled like gasoline and sweat after a long day of work, and all he had wanted was to slip in the trailer undetected and grab his things. He had hoped that his father would have been passed out in his room by now so that he could have been in and out without being forced to converse. Nothing ever seemed to go his way. The blonde reached for the metal baseball bat that he still had stuffed under his childhood bed, knocking it against his boot a few times before storming out of the room, pushing past his father and heading straight for the front door. 

“Austin, wait,” The male knew what was coming. The only time his father ever referred to him by his name was when he wanted something. “Can you give me twenty dollars? I need’a pay the power.” 

The baseball bat felt heavy in his hand. He balanced the weight for a second, his jaw clicking as he imagined just how good it would feel to bring it down on top of the other man’s head. If Ray ended up dead, he was sure that he could blame it on a handful of people who he had stolen from or cheated. Austin didn’t need that on his conscience though. So instead of barking back a reply or even pulling out his wallet, he yanked his hand away with a grunt, storming out the door. 

“Jus’ use the money that you got from sellin’ all’a my shit.” He called out before slamming the door behind him, the small and dingy diamond shaped window vibrating with the force of his anger. 

“Is your mama home? If not then I’m gonna use your shower.” Austin gently pushed his way into the house, kicking off his dirty work boots before bounding up the familiar carpeted stairs. 

You blinked in the entryway, slowly closing the front door before turning around to watch him go, the chain from his wallet jingling with his movement. With a small sigh you locked it behind you, following up after him. 

“Well hello to you too.” You teased, watching him open up the linen closet so that he could grab a towel. He was caked with grease, his sun kissed cheeks speckled with black and gray. His black work shirt fit snugly on his form, having shrunk in the wash. At his hip, swinging around with every step that he took, was his black handkerchief. It was also wrecked with engine grease, having been used to clean his hands one too many times that day. He looked devilishly handsome, but he always did. Nothing new. 

“Sorry. Really bad day. Just got back from Keith’s place- he had some of the shit that I left at my dad’s.” He left the bathroom door open as he slipped off his socks, then hurriedly took his shirt off and threw that into the dirty clothes hamper. His small apartment didn’t have a washer and dryer hookup, so he had been doing his laundry at your place for the last two months. 

You didn’t mind, and your mother and father hadn’t noticed either. You sucked at your teeth, turning around to give him privacy. You heard the shower turn on, then the familiar clanking of his chain wallet hitting the side of the sink. Once you heard the shower curtain open and close you turned around, seeing the room empty, his dirty clothes piled neatly in the hamper. You closed the bathroom door behind you as you stepped inside, jumping up on the counter so that you could swing your legs back and forth as you spoke. He seemed frustrated, and you could tell that he needed to talk about it. 

Growing up in a tragically tiny town meant that everybody was always in each other’s business. From preschool to your senior year in high school, every moment was spent with the same exact children. You could count the newer families to move into the small community over the last five years on one hand. Life was slow moving in the old south, and things were horrifically monotonous. You and the blonde had been stuck together like glue ever since primary school, and you didn’t see it changing in the future. 

To say that you knew Austin like the back of your hand was an understatement. Every flaw, quirk and triumph had either been discovered by you, with you at his side, or involved you in some way. In a town filled with mostly elderly folks, kids often found a group of likeminded people and stuck with them for the entirety of their lives. It was horribly predictable of the two of you, yet here you two were, connected at the hip. The bond between you and Austin went above just being best friends. It was something tied to your soul. It wasn’t just hard to imagine a life without him in it, rather it was impossible. 

He didn’t have to tell you that he was angry for you to know that he was beyond aggravated. The restlessness was plain to see. Whether he would be upfront and tell you about the reason or not, you could tell that he needed someone to just sit and listen. Austin wasn’t the kind of person to talk in depth about the things that really upset him. He was more of the “suffer in silence until I inevitably blow up” type. You, on the other hand, weren’t afraid to whine and cry to him about even the slightest of inconveniences. The two of you were polar opposites, and yet it just worked. 

“Keith let you in the house?” You asked incredulously, raising an eyebrow as you watched the steam beginning to curl up and over the curtain. 

Austin let out a humorless laugh, and you could imagine him shaking his head back and forth. You smiled despite the situation, bringing your hand up to your mouth so that you could bite down on your thumb nail. You instantly regretted it, pulling away to see that you had already chipped your freshly painted fingers. 

“A’course he didn’t. I broke into the fucker’s place. Got my tool box back, but the damn thing had been ransacked already. The bones picked clean. I’m out over fifty dollars in tools- checked it once I got back into the car.” 

“Jesus- did he see you? That guy is absolutely insane.” Thankfully, you’d only met the man in passing a handful of times. He was the crazy townee that everybody knew and feared. Keith was the kind of person that you point out to your developing teens to scare them away from drugs and alcohol. “If you don’t want to end up like Ole’ Keith, you better not touch that stuff.” He had a bunch of handmade signs outside of his house with bible scriptures on them, meanwhile the man was dealing meth and coke to make a living. As was the deep south, filled to the brim with religious and moral hypocrisies. 

Either you were a devout Christian or just another local crackhead. Thankfully, you and Austin didn’t fall into either of those categories. You seemed to have made one of your own over the years. 

“He wasn’t home. His truck was gone. The dude left his bedroom window unlocked, so I just ripped the screen off.” 

You used to worry for Austin on a daily basis. The burns and bruises he’d come to school with broke your heart, but no matter how many times you begged your parents to let the blonde come and live with you, they always let you down. You were happy that he finally had somewhere safe to lay his head at night, though he still hadn’t broken the habit of spending most of his down time with you (and you prayed he wouldn’t ever grow out of that habit). As soon as he got off work he was making his way up to your bedroom, often dead tired down to his bones or pissed off. Your parents were gone most of the time anyway though. Your father was a hotshot business man who was away for work most of the time, and your mother insisted on following along with him after the “incident” that happened when you were twelve.

Men who spend most days without their wives and children breathing down their neck usually take advantage of the opportunity. Your father was no different. He was no saint. Then again, neither was your mother. She took most of her frustration out on you after that, and though you knew that her outbursts weren’t a direct cause of anything that you had personally done, that didn’t make it any better. 

Austin was just as much your therapist as you were his. Maybe that was the cause for your codependency. . . either way, neither of you regretted it. It only strengthened the bond, really. 

After Austin was showered and dressed in an outfit that he had left at your house some weeks ago, the two of you found yourselves sprawled out on your bed. You were busy finishing up some homework for one of your classes, and he was reading one of your magazines. He had his head hanging off the side of the mattress, ankles crossed up on one of your pillows. His wet hair was dripping onto your floor. The constant droplets hitting your outdated shag carpet lulled the two of you into a comfortable silence. The two of you didn’t need to talk 

“Where’s a newer one? This one’s a year old.” He suddenly dropped what he was reading onto the floor next to his head, sitting up so that he could face you again. 

You scrunched up your nose, dropping your psychology textbook beside you. 

“That is the newer one.” You told him, to which he scooped it up and off of the floor, turning it over and pointing at the date. 

He was right. It was old. 

It was the June twenty-first issue, the date clear to see on the front: nineteen eighty-four. Bob Dylan was posed on the front in all of his tambourine-man glory. 

“Shit. Sorry, Aus. I thought I handed you the Beatles Anniversary edition.” You started to stand up, but he waved you off. 

“I should probably get going anyway. I have to try to cook myself something. If I don’t eat now then I’ll jus’ go to bed hungry.” 

You had hoped that the two of you could order pizza tonight, but you kept your mouth shut. Lately you found yourself clinging to him a little bit harder than usual. Maybe it was the stress of your sophomore year in college, but you couldn’t be certain. You tried to school the disappointment off of your face as you nodded, standing up to walk him back to the front door. 

“Are we still driving down to see Dave’s show? His band sucks, but he’ll be disappointed if we miss it.” He asked you at the front door, shoving his sock clad feet into his work boots and tying them up haphazardly. 

You slapped your forehead with the palm of your hand, eyes wide. You’d completely forgotten about your friend’s show tomorrow. You’d planned to stay after class and study in the library, but you didn’t mind cramming for next week's test. Austin laughed, the sound causing you to smile to yourself. His laugh was deep, rich and completely contagious. He reached out, his large hand wrapping around your wrist to pull your hand away from your face. 

“You forgot, didn’t you?” He leaned down so that he was at your height, his smile practically blinding. 

You sucked in a breath, but nodded your head anyway. It was hard not to notice his beauty in moments like this. He’d always been handsome, but lately you’d been looking a little too closely at that. A sick twinge of guilt soured your stomach, a feeling of what could only be categorized as “betrayal” causing your face to flush. He was your best friend, and if he knew that you were looking at him like that he would probably be disgusted with you. Hell, you were horrified by your own thoughts recently. You tried to blame the odd feelings on your long-standing lack of romance, but you were starting to believe that was just an excuse.

“I completely forgot.” And you felt bad about it. You’d been so busy with your school work, the recent fight that you had with your mother and. . . well. . . Austin. You cleared your throat softly, kicking at an imaginary pebble on the tiled floor to try and distract yourself. 

Austin seemed to notice the change in attitude and put his hand on the top of your head, ruffling your hair in the way that he knew you despised. He chuckled when you slapped his hand away, instead moving his hand to the base of your neck so that he could pull your much smaller form against his in a tight hug. He’d always been lean and tall, but his physically demanding job had caused his muscles to fill out. He felt warm and strong, smelling of your shampoo. 

“I’ll drive us tomorrow, alright? Maybe you can get some studying done in the car.” And with that he removed his arms from around you. 

You felt the loss of his warmth like a slap in the face. You let him go though, watching as he bounded down the steps towards his van, his keys jingling in his hand with the movement. He was in higher spirits after spending a few hours in your presence. He felt lighter, like some of the crushing weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. You leaned against the doorframe, peeking your head out just to watch him. 

“I love you! Drive home safe, alright?” You called out. 

Austin couldn’t fight off the blush that raised to his ears, but he turned around and quickly returned the sentiment. You had told him that you loved him every day, but his heart still pounded like it had the very first time. Only these days he wished that you really meant it. 

That you loved him the same way that he loved you. 

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[loveshotzz]

A/N:I was really struggling to write anything I liked tonight, so I sat in my backyard and opened up a blank word doc. Here’s the 535 words that came out, and of course it’s AIRWIY!steve. It’s pure fluff, and can be read as a stand alone. Just fire pit cuddling with your hot old man.

older!steve x fem!reader

The autumn air is crip on your skin, even breaching the thick fabric of your socks, chilling you down to your toes. An amber hue mixing ginger licks in the flames that threaten to go over the steel top of the fire pit. Warmth radiating from the crackling wood that battles against the cold you can start to see in your breath.

Steve throws in the last of the bag of wood you bought from the store on your way home from dinner. Rolling his eyes with a grin in the car at your complaints of the lack of fall activities you’ve participated in and how it was almost the middle of October. Still, he pulls into the parking lot of the local market just the same when he sees the giant sign that says five dollars a bundle.

The fire pit was new, never been used, a spontaneous purchase you made together on your first trip to Home Depot as new homeowners. Love sick and giggling, and he just couldn’t stop kissing you, keeping you tucked against him in the space between his chest and the shopping cart the whole time.

The flames dance across his face, highlighting the salt and pepper scruff that lines his sharp jaw, hazel eyes glowing in the warm light. He smiles at you when he catches you staring, closing the trap door before wiping his hands on his Levi’s making his way back over.

“We got maybe another hour out here honey, soak it up.” Twigs crack under his tan smoking slippers with a matching pair of socks like yours on his feet. The last of the leaves on your big tree begging to come spinning down in the low breeze.

“Thank you handsome,” you lift the throw blanket you dragged out with you despite his protests with a thankful grin that makes his cheeks redden from something other than the cold.

He feels like the sun when he takes up the space next to you, one long arm wrapping around your shoulders to pull you to his side. His warmth makes your skin tingle, snaking yourself around his middle you press your cold cheek to the wool of his jacket to soak up more. He smells like the bonfire, and when you inhale deeply you can still catch the notes of pine and cedar that seem to never go away. The red wine from dinner still lingers sweet on his breath, fanning across the top of your head followed by the softest press of his lips.

His fingers find yours under the fleece, and they’re warm just like the rest of him. He doesn’t hesitate to intertwine, a small smile just for him when he feels the cool metal of your engagement ring against his skin.

“You’re so cold, pretty girl. I told you to bring a warmer sweater.” His voice drips with smoked honey, the tip of his nose nudging against your temple.

You crane your neck to meet his eyes, the crows feet that line the edges look deeper in the flickering light. The pad of his thumb adds pressure to your palm, relaxing your muscles before bringing your fingers to his lips. He kisses the tips of them with the utmost care, doing it a second time for good measure making you giggle something sweet.

“Guess I’ll have to warm you up myself.”

Who needs a sweater when you have Steve?

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[majestyjun]

thinking about bad boy beomgyu who has a crush on you, all cute n nerdy n sweet, but can’t figure out how to confront it. trying to catch your attention as he tosses up your papers thinking you’ll laugh it off… only for your eyes to widen and run away, almost in tears. trying to take your bag to walk you home… but forgets to ask and ends up almost hauling you off and stealing your bag before you vanish once more, trying to offer you a ride home in his fancy luxurious car, but is bad at words and ends up scaring you once more. and bad boy beomgyu who sits on your desk, waiting for you to arrive, but can’t put it into words that he likes you, grabbing the front of your shirt and roughly stealing your first kiss in front of everyone… fuck, he feels like shit when you back away, embarrassed and flustered, running away again. and it seems like nothing he does works, trying to catch you by your locker to apologize only for you to hide again, seeing him look for you is heart racing, but why…? he’s… so mean, isn’t he? stealing your first kiss like that, that’s not how it was meant to be, was it? and yet, hiding in the corner, your fingers touch your lips tentatively, confused as to why he did it, and why the memory brings heat to your skin. and he can’t seem to leave you alone, until he corners you in the library, bad boy beomgyu grabbing your arm and tugging you into the parking lot, smothering his cigarette with his doc martens as he runs a hand through his hair, trying to find the words to say sorry… and that he thinks you’re cute.

you can reject him. that’s fine. but don’t think it ends there, beomgyu won’t give up. god, he’s falling harder when you obliviously are confused to his confession, saying you don’t understand and fleeing once more. and beomgyu who stares after your retreating figure… fuck, he’s screwed, isn’t he? heart beating faster in your presence, he can’t give up. the girl who likes him tripping you in gym, twisted ankle before he scoops you up, carrying you in front of everyone to the nurses office… and trying to confess again. sitting side by side, his lips inches from yours, hand on top of yours, asking for a chance. just one. to show you he’s not the bad guy… so give him just one date.

going on a date with bad boy beomgyu, late at night he’ll trespass into the local amusement park, show you a world you don’t know. and he’ll kneel into the mud, like a prince dressed in leather as he helps you on the carousel ride, might be illegally turning the machinery on, but seeing your shy smile makes his heart race. time moves faster with him around, as he walks you through the haunted house, no spooky sounds but the darkness bringing you closer… and his finale, the ferris wheel lighting up as he smirks, showing the key he swiped from a worker. letting it stop at the top, a view of the dark park all around you,,, and beomgyu who takes your hand in his, sincere words for the first time in the darkness.

bad boy beomgyu’s not perfect. trying to stop him when he beats someone who whistled in your direction, the suspensions spent knocking on your window as he apologizes, bloody knuckles and sugar sweet kisses. and maybe late at night, he’ll call from his phone, asking you to meet him at the playground, tired and cold because he got kicked out of his house again, trying to secretly keep him in your room but he’ll never make it easy, playful n lazy kisses under the sheets of your bed, shhh, don’t let your parents hear. hiding him in your closet when your mother knocks, sneaking him clothes from your father’s closet. but it’s worth every moment, his intoxicating love like a saccharine rush of exhilarating euphoria, he’s everything he promised… and more.

and after a bad fight, bandages on his cheek and knuckles, kisses turn heavier and heated, he’ll whisper he’s in love… reciprocate and he’ll ask for permission, lover emerging from the beomgyu who brutally beat up someone earlier for a comment he didn’t like… sugary affection like honey as he promises to be gentle, kisses with a tinge of blood on his lower lip and hands laced together, taking your virginity for the first time under the cover of darkness, kissing away the tears of pain at the stretch, becoming one under the new moon of the night. and beomgyu, love ridden breaths on your lips, taking a ring off his battered fingers. too big on your finger, the ring heavy and spacious as he pushes it on, swearing it’s a promise, that he’ll be there for you forever, no matter what. so please, be with him for eternity. love him, be his one and only. it’s a promise, sealed with a kiss to your finger, softly biting a hickey alongside the ring of his, saccharine kisses as his lips meld to yours, bare skin on skin, time feels endless with beomgyu.

god i want to write this trope so badly ;-; LOL sorry this is so long n rambling ahah

#i wasn’t kidding abt being in a beomgyu mood ahah #txt hard thoughts #txt hard hours #gyu <3 #beomgyu smut

[rustboxstarr]

🗡"Seeking attention like some common whore"🗡

Summary: Eddie doesn't think before he talks when he's pissed, he regrets that now when he has to explain to his daughter why her mom can't wear whatever she wants.

Pairings: Dad!Eddie Munson x Mom!Reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff, some fighting, Eddie being a dick, Eddie and R being a healthy couple and talking about their problems lol

Wordcount: 2.6 k

A/N: I found this in my docs and thought why not post it? Idk where the idea for this came from but I guess its mildly funny 🤷‍♀️

Love yas!

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You woke up in a sour mood on Saturday, head pounding and your mouth extremely dry, a bitter taste resting on your gums. Your week had been long and challenging, you hadn’t even been that keen on going out partying Friday evening but Cindy, your closest colleague had psyched you up and made you feel excited about the whole thing, you even enjoyed yourself, had quite a few drinks, lots of laughs, some stumbling around with some other girls from the office as you made your way out and a permanent sloppy grin painted your features as you got out the cab and stepped through the door to your small house where so much love had been shared you were comfortable calling it a home. That grin was wiped clean off the moment you stepped through the door. 

A hangover was beating down on you, made even worse when you woke up with no long muscly arms wrapped around you, or any limbs even touching you for that matter. You craned your neck from your position lying on your side to see Eddies back to you, shallow even breaths making his torso expand evenly. It felt melancholy, not waking up with a comforting warmth wrapped around you, and you almost let that feeling overtake you before you rolled your eyes as you remembered what had actually gone down the night before, the reason for why there would be no awaiting tylenol and water on your bedside table and no lazy saturday morning cuddles before Ophelia woke up. 

You dragged yourself out of bed, the weight on your feet feeling undeniably heavy and sagging as your post drunk state hit you like a slap in the face when your head leveled upright. Taking a deep breath you decided to go downstairs and get yourself some pain killers, a very large glass of water or two and a strong cup of coffee. 

Rubbing your eyes of sleep you sipped your coffee at the kitchen table, sunk into the wooden chair, much too hard for any slouching to be at all comfortable. Footsteps pattered against the wooden stairs alerting you that someone was coming to join you, much to your dismay it wasn't a light pitter patter of tiny feet but heavy steps of a tired grown man probably equally as sour as you. The thuds alerting his presence caused you to quickly adjust your worn cotton nightgown, pulling the hem up comfortably to cover any awkward cleavage. 

You didn't even look his way as you heard the same footsteps enter the sage green and powder blue kitchen, you made no effort to stand up and greet him in any way instead you just sipped your coffee and looked out of the window. Your husband’s and your own car parked in the driveway in front of the empty quiet street of the suburbs. Green grass damp with the morning dew brightening up the dark hours of the early winter morning, a colorful painted mailbox even more a stark contrast to the blacks and deep blues that painted the sky. 

Eddie poured himself a cup of coffee and folded himself into the opposite chair, a low groan slipping past his lips at the action. All you did was glance over to him, at the interruption, but Eddie's eyes were fixed on the maple of the table as his hands wrapped around the dark Star Wars mug, the same one he drank his coffee in every morning, just like you with your Zelda mug. Before you flicked your eyes back to the view of the street through the window you noticed Eddie was shirtless, pale skin dampened in the lack of light shining at him, torso littered with tattoos, snaking up his arms and chest, down to his hips. He too hadn’t bothered to change into day clothes yet.

The silence loomed over the small open kitchen as you both sipped your coffee in quiet, you refusing to meet his gaze as Eddie chanced glances at you, trying to gather what mood you were in and by extension how the rest of the day would look like. All he could understand was that you were nowhere near happy and that meant that his day would probably be even longer than the workweek had been. 

He cleared his throat in an attempt to get you to look at him but you blatantly ignored him and continued staring out the window. Just as he was about to try again the familiar noise of tiny feet tread the steps down the stairs that he had taken not long ago. In an instant both of your heads turned in the direction of the hall awaiting Ophelia, eyes fixed on the corner before a head of messy brown curls appeared. 

In her blue whale pajamas, clutching her favorite teddy bear, Mr Burr as she so pleasantly called him. Rugged white fabric, fluff lost with the amount of love it had been given the past four and a half years and stuffing unevenly placed in the head and body, leaving a thin long neck on the seal in its rightful position of Ophi’s elbow. 

“Hia baby” had it been any other day your voice would be alot more chipper, but today, you couldn't muster up the strength, your tone was flat and croaky, clear evidence of the night before. Eddie winced behind you as he heard it, you were probably not feeling very well and he couldn't help but feel the slight guilt that part of it was his fault with the fighting yesterday, but also not being there to dote on you the morning after you had been out drinking. 

“Hi” Ophis' voice was near a whisper, still tired and not fully awake, she walked over to you, holding her hands out expectantly. You groaned as your weak muscles worked to pick your daughter up and sit her in your lap, that too made Eddie wince, guilt bubbling up even more than it already had. “Sleep ok?” he leaned over the table to let her slide her small hand into his big palm “No it was too loud” she complained as she let her dad wrap his fingers around her wrist. “Oh I’m sorry baby, were mommy and daddy talking too loud? you should have come in and told us” you hugged her to you as you felt bad about keeping your daughter up. “Probably would have helped me get to bed faster than staying up till 4 am” you mumbled, too groggy and hoarse for Ophi to understand what you were saying. Eddie let go of his daughter's hand with an eye roll, occupying himself with a large gulp of bitter coffee instead. 

“Why were you and daddy fighting?” Ophelia turned to you as she nuzzled her head to your collarbone “Me and daddy just had a little argument” you explained as a hand instinctively went to comfort her, smoothing down her hair atop her head. “What was it about?” she pressed as Eddie stood up from his seat to prepare a bowl of cereal for her and later on, her sister. 

You looked over at him and decided, you may as well just tell her “Hmm well you know when Daddy says you can’t wear some things?” looking down at her. “Oh great turn our daughter against me” Eddie grumbled as he poured milk into a pink plastic bowl, you scowled at him as the little girl spoke “Yeah, I don't like that, he tells Woxy too” she frowned up at you, it was difficult to take her seriously as she tried to pronounce her sister Roxette’s nickname. “Yeah well daddy does that with me too” you explained in a soft tone, despite the fact that you were actually really annoyed at the fact. “Why? Daddy says it's because I'm just little but you’re old” you chuckled, not catching the way Eddie's lips tugged up at the corners. “Yeah, I’m old” 

Eddie sat back down before placing the bowl and a small spoon in front of Ophelia's usual place at the kitchen table, signaling for you to let her down so she could eat. Ophelia crawled down and then up again to sit with her knees digging into the specially placed cushion on her chair. 

“Daddy” she looked up after a few mouthfuls “Hm?” he turned to give her his full attention “Why can't mommy wear what she wants? She’s not little, she's a woman” Ophelia asked confused. The gears were visibly turning in Eddie's brain as he thought over how best to explain it, he couldn't exactly tell his almost 5 year old daughter that her mom couldn’t waltz around in skirts that he barely considered an actual article of clothing and tops that reveal the things that are only for his eyes to see. “Um… well” he was fighting for words. “Because sometimes Daddy forgets that I’m not little like you” you interrupted, booping Ophelia's nose to earn a light giggle “So he forgets that it's not okay for him to tell me how to dress” even though your voice is soft you shoot Eddie a hard glare giving him insight into how you were actually feeling about him at the moment. 

Eddie rolled his eyes again and sat back in his chair, bringing the black ceramic up to his lips. “But listen Ophi, ok this is very important” you lent forward to catch her eye “When you become a big girl and same goes for your sister, if someone other than me or your daddy ever tells you what you can and can't do you have to come to us, and tell us ok?” Ophelia nodded in understanding “Especially if it's a boy ok? Because it's very important that you remember that you are your own person, and that no one can tell you how to dress ok?” Ophelia nodded again “You gonna come tell us if that happens?” “Yeah” Ophelia nodded happily as you sat back to mimic Eddie and bring your own coffee cup up to your lips and your eldest began her meal again. 

You recognised Eddie's face as he stared unfocused behind you, he was clearly mulling something over by the looks of it arguing with himself in his mind. Under any other circumstances you would ask him “Penny for your thought princess?” in some corny southern british accent, but today you simply didn't want to know. 

Ophelia seemed not to notice the tension between her two parents as she told you both about a strange dream she had where Eddie’s guitar had turned into an airplane and she had flown off with her friend Louise Harrington in it, both you and Eddie humoring her as she spoke with mouthfuls of cheerios. Soon enough she was situated under a blanket with various stuffed animals and a bottle of water on the couch to watch her morning cartoons next to three year old little Roxette who munched on some cut up slices of toast by Eddie and sat watching intently as bright colors lit up the screen. 

As Eddie got Ophelia and Roxette settled you pulled yourself upstairs with the intent of a shower and a fresh change of clothes, but decided to belly flop head first into the soft pillows of your bed, almost dozing off as the door next to your right opened. You didn't bother looking up as you heard Eddie close the door carefully and tiptoed around the bed to his own side, under the impression that you had passed out but was instantly startled as you awkwardly turned your head to press your cheek into the pillows, facing Eddie as he was about to climb back into bed himself. 

Your voice was muffled against the pillow as you spoke, “Come to shout about what a massive slut I am again?” Eddie cringed as he heard you, he took a deep breath before sitting down next to you, his back to the headboard. “No..” he sighed “You sure? Or would you maybe prefer attention seeking.. whore? Was it? No no wait, seeking attention like some common whore, that's what it was” Eddie shrunk in on himself as you repeated the words he had shouted at you in fury the night before, you knew Eddie would come around, you knew he would apologize, but this particular time you felt he had really crossed a line so you had no problem sprinkling some salt in his wounds. 

“Baby.. I’m sorry” he whispered as he leaned over to place a hand on your back and rub it up and down. “Mmmm” you sarcastically hummed “I-I really shouldn't have said that, I was being an absolute dick” at that you hummed in agreement, face still half smushed into the pillows as you looked up at him. “I just, you know how I feel about Billy.. I already don't want him around you, and when I saw you come home like that I just knew he was probably lapping it up” a roll of your eyes “But I took my anger out on the wrong person, I’m really sorry” Eddie moved down the bed to lie on his side as his hand continued rubbing up and down your back. 

“Mhm and?” you looked at him as his face was now level with yours “And..” he breathed fighting a roll of his eyes, he knew what you were doing “I just thought about you know if Ophelia or Roxette ever comes home with a boyfriend” “mhm” you coaxed him on “I wouldn't be that happy to know he was telling them what to wear” you broke out into a wide smug grin, even though there were a few more things to unpack about yesterday, an apology was all you needed for the moment. 

“Yup” you popped the ‘p’ even more smug, this time Eddie did actually roll his eyes but a playful grin tugged at his lips. “But” Eddie’s face suddenly went serious “I would… appreciate if maybe you don't wear those kinds of outfits around, at least Billy in the future” he was feeling sheepish at his request. “In my defense” you pushed yourself up to lay your head on your crossed forearms “I didn’t actually know Billy was gonna be there” you grinned “also if I knew that, do you seriously think I would have worn that?” Eddie chuckled “Yeah ok no, that's true” another smug hum of approval. “Mmmm but why you gotta wear that stuff anyway” he started of with a hint of a whine “Who you tryna impress when you have a big hunky husband with the biggest dick you've ever set your eyes on” a loud snort rang through the room as you turned to lie on your side, letting Eddie scoot closer and wrap his arms around you. 

“Maybe I’m tryna impress my boss, ya know get myself a sweet promotion, or maybe that so called big dick you pride yourself just isn't cutting it anymore” you nuzzled your face into his bare chest as it vibrated with laughter “Well first of all you are the boss, hate to break it to ya butchya’ can’t really get promoted babe, second whatchu’ talkin’ ‘bout woman, just last morning you were drooling over it” you rolled your eyes as a big amused smile spread across your face. 

“Well now you're just lying, I was not drooling” 

“Oh Eddie! Oh Eddie god! Oh my god! AAUUH Ugh! Your cock is so big oh my goood! Fuck Eddie yes! Yes! YEEES!” Eddie's voice turned into an awfully high pitched imitation of a girl's voice as he whispered as to not let the girls hear, whole body shaking with you in his grasp to get his point across further. 

“Oh my god shut up!” you clasped a hand around his mouth which Eddie easily pulled away to kiss at your knuckles “I’m getting a divorce” you giggle as you cozy up to Eddie.

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[steviesbicrisis]

The Choice is Yours, Steve Harrington

When Steve Harrington starts getting threatening texts from an unknown number, he tries to take matters into his own hands. Little does he know that every choice he makes could have major consequences. His choices matter, and so do yours. So, what’s it gonna be? (An interactive modern day AU! by @steviesbicrisis and @hairstevington)

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Ugh. Hargrove.

The guy was just - he really sucked, and Steve wished he was fucking gone. Now he was threatening Henderson? No way. Steve was going to settle this once and for all. Billy wasn’t going to mess with him anymore, he’d make sure of it.

Of course, Dustin was at the stupid concert. Steve really wanted to avoid it, but obviously he would do anything to protect his friends. He headed off to the Fairgrounds, practicing his speech to Billy the whole drive.

Listen to me, asshole. You’re gonna stay away from me and you’re definitely gonna stay away from my friends, or else. Got it?

By the time Steve got to the concert, it was winding down. People were pouring into the parking lot and speeding away in their cars. Steve knew that the kids planned on sticking around afterwards in hopes of meeting the band, so he figured they’d still be there.

It was kind of scary, being there alone at night. Robin was around somewhere, though, so that gave him some peace. He could probably just say her name three times and she’d appear beside him.

He continued looking for his friends as the place emptied out, feeling chills down his spine with every passing moment.

And then, he heard Billy’s voice. He sounded angry, as always. Steve followed the voice, puffing his chest out and trying to make himself look as intimidating as possible.

“Hargrove,” he said once he rounded the corner. Billy was alone, and he smiled the moment he realized it was Steve approaching him.

“Harrington!” he cheered wickedly. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” Steve rolled his eyes.

“You’re gonna leave us alone,” Steve demanded. “Me, Dustin, my other friends, all of us.” Billy smiled, fearlessly closing the gap between him and Steve until their faces were inches apart.

“Or what?” Billy teased between gritted teeth. “What are ya gonna do to me, Steve? You think you could take me down?”

Steve swallowed. Something about Billy always brought out his worst, most violent urges. Truthfully, Steve knew he wouldn’t win in a fight with Hargrove, and yet - he threw the first punch.

Steve’s fist clocked into Billy’s jaw. He laughed in response, then tried to hit back, but Steve dodged it. He was doing well at first - keeping up, at least - and then Billy got the upper hand.

Steve fell to the floor. Billy got on top of him. There was punch after punch after punch, and then everything went black.

When Steve came to, his ears were ringing and his head felt like it was going to explode. He’d failed. He’d come here to protect Dustin, and now who knew where he was or if he was safe? Steve sat up, and that’s when he saw that he still wasn’t alone.

Billy was on the floor across from him, sitting up with his back to the wall. He wasn’t moving. Steve couldn’t see much in the dim light, so he used his phone to get a better look.

Oh.

Oh, shit. There was blood everywhere, all stemming from stab wounds to the stomach and cuts on his arms.

Billy was dead.

Steve jumped backwards, falling over and skittering across the floor to get as much distance from the body as possible. This wasn’t happening. No, this wasn’t - who could have done this?

His shaky hand went back to his phone, which he’d dropped on the floor upon his discovery. He picked it up to call the police, because that’s what he knew he was supposed to do next. Even in his shock, he knew that’s what he had to do.

He dialed 9-1-1, and then his phone buzzed.

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[misguidedasgardian]

I want to steal the bride (4)

4. The Tull between man and maid

MASTERLIST

Summary: Aemond’s mission of showing you he is the right man for you is in motion

Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x BestFriend!Reader

Warnings: cursing, use of “stereotypes”, I don’t want to say “eating disorder” but I do will say inaccurate methods of dieting, extreme dieting even, sex toys! haha, Aemond is a slut, might miss some warnings, but you know what this is about

Wordcount: 4,7 k

Notes: sorry, this is a mess, I tried from my computer, the doc would download so I send it to my phone… IDKsorry

Aemond’s face twisted in so many hilarious ways

You had asked him if you could drive Cregan to the airport, of course you went with him, so, now, he was sitting in the car, waiting for you to say your goodbyes to your fiance, who was straight up eating your face

“That's cool”, he mumbled, again, if a policeman would be close, he would have detained you both for indecency 

“What's he gonna do, eat her?”, he whispered, trying to look everywhere but them, but it was impossible 

“Come on, come on, come on”, he whined, gripping the wheel so tight his knuckles were white. You were eating eachtoher’s faces! how could you breathe?.

You were hugging Cregan against you tightly, you didn’t want to let go of him, I mean, you were going to see him again in a couple of days, but still

“Okay, take a breath, take a breath, take a…”, you finally separated from him, as you heard the last call for his flight 

“Thanks, Aemond”, you thanked him sweetly, looking back at him

“Yeah, have a... great flight”, he said to Cregan, he couldn’t wait until he had you all to himself again

“Bye. Thanks, mate”, he said shortly, to turn back to you and give you a last kiss and a light squeeze on your ass 

“Come on”, Aemond growled, where you into that? according to that weird smile on your face, oh you were!

  

“I love you, Cregan”

“Bye”, he whispered against your lips, “I love you”

  

“Bye”, you said sweetly, and finally let go of him

Aemond hated the way you all smiley and giddy get up in the car again  

“Oh, God”, you whispered, like a teenager in love 

“Need some ChapStick?”, he said, bored, passing the little stick, you grabbed it quickly and put it in your lips quickly 

“Yeah”

  

“So, what church are we going to?”

  

“The Great sept on Rhaenys’ hill”, you said with a wide smile 

You were so happy, you didn’t want to let go of him, you had such an amazing night! Cregan had come back to your apartment all happy, and… motivated… after he learns how to… dunk? whatever that was it certainly spurred him on, and you were thankful for that 

  

“Thank you for coming with me to meet the High Septon”, you said back, smiling at you best friend

“Oh, it's no problem”, said Aemond, happy to have you all to himself again

“He is the sweetest man”, you continued

“Yeah?”, he asked, asking you to continue your story

“Yeah, he married my parents and insisted on coming to Winterfell in order to do my wedding”, you told him excitedly, and he got to sneak a peek at your beautiful face, that always lit up when you spoke about your parents, specially your father

You told him the story as Aemond drove skillfully into town, and sooner that he’d hoped, you were both getting out of the car in the great septon’s parking lot

“Why didn't Cregan stay and do this with you?”, he asked, hoping to find a weak spot

“Well, it was more important for him to go back to Winterfell to petition the Grand Council, so Cregan and I could get married”, you told him with an excited smile

“I don't know, what's a Gran… What's that mean?”, he asked, seriously conflicted

“Well, I'm not Northerner, and his family is kind of, like, you know…”, you said with a excited smile on your face

“What…?”, he asked, stopping in his tracks

“Royalty”, you giggled like you were a little girl finally turning into a real princess

“Royalty?”, he asked, pale as paper, “what is he, like a king?”, he asked then

“No, no”, you dismissed, and he could breathe more freely, “he's a Lord”, you finished before getting inside the great sept through the side door, he only stood there, mouth wide open

“A Lord!?”, he asked to the heavens 

He quickly followed you inside to see you hiding the High Septon

  

“Ah, (Y/N), darling”, he said, hugging you tightly

“Septon Eustace”, you greeted with a smile on your face

“And this must be the lucky young man who's marrying our beautiful (Y/N)”, he said looking at Aemond

“Oh, no. I'm not marrying him”, you laguhed, and Aemond didn’t like how quickly you responded to that 

“No”, he whispered, nodding to the man, greeting him with a handshake

“This is Aemond, my maid of honor”, you introduced, the man now looked at him with an arched eyebrow

“Maid of honor?”, he asked, a sweet smile appearing on his face

“Yes”, he said, embarrassed of his tittle 

“Well, how about that?”, to aemond’s and your surprise, the man hugged Aemond tightly then, patting his back, “we have many gay and lesbian members of the congregation”, he said lovingly, “welcome”, Aemond heard you suffocate a giggle with your hand, and didn’t corrected him, and well, he didn’t bother to either

“Thank you”, he said faking a smile

Fool

“Thank you, Septon”, you said with a smile, as he invited both of you into his office in one of the wings of the HIgh Sept

“So, let's talk about the wedding”, he eased, as he sat down in a long, old, wooden table and chairs

“Okay”, yous aid excitedly

“I need to get some details about you and, uh…”

  

“Cregan”, you fulfilled dreamly

“Cregan. Cregan, yes”, he corrected with a easy smile, “I want to work it into the ceremony”

“Well, it was such a whirlwind, really…”, you said nervously, Aemond watched you closely, aching an eyebrow

“Yes, well, enlighten me”, encouraged the Septon, “tell me about him…”, and you didn’t know what to say! Aemond draw a smile on his face, yours feel blank instead

“(Y/N), darling?”, he called, wanting to laugh, you looked at him wide eyed, not knowing what to say, but he calmed himself, he couldn’t gloat yet

This was his opportunity to explode the fact that you didn’y know thi guy, that you were ruching into things with him… this is it!

 “(Y/N), I think it's important to dig deep here for the vows and tell Septon Eustace all that you know about Cregan”, he said softly, going over the table and squeezing your hand reassuringly, “all that you love about him”, he said simply, “not just the obvious stuff, but those unique characteristics that are Cregan”, he kept going, sinking the knife deeper, “those things that… make you laugh and say, "That's so Cregan.", he said with a “sweet” smile, but you didn’t see the melevolence in it 

“Right”, you drawled, still nervous, like you were being quizzed 

  

“And then, you know, maybe you could get some information from Cregan and emphasize their unique bond”, said Aemond looking at the Septon, “Their shared history”

“Of course”, conceded the old man

“We could talk about love at first sight”, you offered weakly

After all, that’s what you felt with Cregan

When he tapped ont he window of your car, and you saw him for the first time, you truly thought you were done for, it only took one look, to know this man was there to stay, that is how you felt, maybe it was childish, but that is how you felt, but somehow, you couldn’t say it aoutloud, you looked at Aemond next to you, holding your hand, he was being sweet and patient, he was trying, but you knew how much of a cinic he could be, and somehow, you didn’t want him to see this part of you.

Love Slut

He had called you

  

“Well, that's always a crowd pleaser, but…”, muttered the Septon not quite convinced, but then he smiled encouragingly at you, “(Y/N), elaborate”, he begged softly, “tell me more about him. How you feel about him”, he tried, “where did you meet?”

“In Winterfell”, you answered, sneaking a glance at Aemond 

  

“That Old valyrian church”, whispered aemond, loud enough for the bot of you to hear, yours and the Septon attention were drawn to him

“What?”, he asked

“Your first summer in King’s Landing!”, Aemond said, standing up from his seat, “you were dating a guy who worked on the Citadel and he asked you to move in with him”, he said, and you remembered perfectly what he was talking about

“And I wasn’t quite sure”, you completed

“Anyway, that was around the time they were doing excavations outside the city, and they discovered this old Valyrian church with old paintings in them, perfectly preservated…”, he said excitedly, “you discovered the artist that amde them and became obsessed with his painting of this woman, a high priestest, with fire…”, he then turned to the Septon,  “(Y/N) said "That painting captured the essence of that woman better than any photograph”, he finished

“I can't believe you came to remember that”, you whispered, amrvelled, you barely remembred it until now!”

“I also remember that she freaked because she said she felt more passionate about that painting than she did about Mr.... Citadel”, he said triumpahntly, “and she wondered if she ever could meet somebody that could make her feel as passionate as that work of art”, he said looking and smiling warmly at you, you smiled softly 

“That's good. That's good”, the High Septon cheered, writing it on his notepad, “The painting of Old Valyria”, he scribbled, “Now I know why you picked him to be maid of honor”, he said smiling at you, you only laughed nervously

Oh gods…

You couldn’t believe he remembered that! the way you felt, you even thought it was silly, and Aemond remembered it all! how insane was that? 

Could he be possibly leaving his inmature side of him behind him? could he be growing into a more sinsitive… more caring person? 

. . .

“Come on. Who's ready to lose some money tonight? Because I'm feeling lucky”, said Criston entering Aemond’s appartement, with Adamm in tow, but what he found there wasn’t the usual friday night setup…

  

“You guys are late”, chided Aemond entering the common space with a colorful basket on his hands

“How you doing?”, asked Aegon, standing by the diningroom table that wasn’t filled with booze, cards and chips, but with baskets, colorful tuls, bath sponges, candles, soaps and lotions instead. Aegon had a pink scarfed wrapped silly around his neck, and a cool pack for the eyes around his head

“How you holding up, champ?”, asked Addam, entering the room like the sight didn’t frighten him like it did Criston

“I'm stressed”, warned Aemond, greeting his friend with a short hug

“What the hell is this?”, Asked Criston looking around terrified

“(Y/N)'s shower's in the morning”, answered Aemond simply 

“Where we gonna play?”, asked the Dornish man

“We're not gonna play until these baskets get done and everything else never gets done”, said Aemond with a wide smile, putting white colored shred inside a basket

“Don’t worry, we have this party mix to get this party started”, said Aegon, grabing a handfull of colored pieces of a bowl and stuffing them in his mouth

“That's potpourri”, said Aemond shortly as Aegon spitted it out, being choked by the strong flavours and smells 

To Criston’s horror, Addam got by Aegon’s side and started to help out in all the marital shower’s crazyness 

They started to fill the baskets with white chredded paper, and then filled them with soaps, face masks, and other things. criston shook his head, going to the kitchen to find something to eat or drink while his friends kept working

I mean how hard could it be? if he was in Aemond’s palce he would have gone to your apartment and fucked you stupid to make you forget all about that other random guy, Aemond dancing around this was idiocy, even when he had his best guy working on getting dirt on Cregan. He was going to find a smoking gun, and then he was going to be the one to free his best friend from this madness. With a scotch in hand he went back to the diningroom in Aemond’s apartment, to see that his three friends even more into the basket making things

“Oh, this is perfect”, said Addam admiring his first basket he put together, ribbon and all

Aemond and Aegon laughed

“How did you make that ribbon look like that?”, asked the oldest brother as he twirled his around the tull that covered the basket 

“Come on Criston, join in!”, invited Addam when he saw his friend standing there looking like he just saw a ghost

 

“No, I'm not playing with baskets”, said Criston, “It's poker night”

“You put bayberries with serenity”, said Aemond, ignoring Criston and talking to Addam

“You don't like?”, he asked back

  

“No, it's interesting, I always thought it was obvious that bayberry worked best with harmony”, he answered

“Really? I've been putting Bayberry with Sothyros Sunrise”, chimmed Aegon

“That, I like. That's Zen”, admited Addam

“Yeah. You know what I like? I like how you put the bath ball in the center”, said Aegon talking to Aemond

“I like that so much, I'm gonna see your ball and raise you another ball”, continued Addam with bath bombs on his hands 

“It's a Good idea, you should definitely have two balls”, mocked Criston

“Hey, Criston, come and curl some ribbon!”, invited Aegon, thrilling with opened scissors and pink ribbon on his hand

“I can feel my sperm dying inside of me one at a time”, he said angrily

“Shut up and grab a basket!”, Addam throwed it at him playfully

“Come on, it's fun!”, cheered Aegon, Criston threw the basket back and Addam, and grabbed his jacket from the sofa

“I'm going to a strip club to eat some meat”, he said mockingly, “then I'm gonna get into a fight”, everyone laughed as they kept organizing baskets, “Call me when you find your balls, Aemond!”, he said as he was walking towards the doors

“All right, tough guy”, muttered Aemond 

“Or maybe they're in the basket next to the Sothyros Sunrise!”, he said loudly

“Someone's afraid of his feminine side!”, mocked Aegon. Criston flipped them off before he closed the doors behind him

“Look at that... Oh, nice job with the fluffing”, admired Aegon as he put his first basket together

“Look at that, huh?”, said Aegon proud of himself 

“If shedoesn’t fall for you Aemond after seeing this baskets, I don’t know”, assured Addam

Aemond only had one thing on his mind…

All this wedding madness

He found himself wanting it to be your wedding, yours and his….

The thought didn’t scare him anymore…

He didn’t only want to be with you… he wanted…, he took a long breath when he realised it

He wanted to marry you…

So with a smile, and keeping the knowledge to himself, he kept fixing baskets with the help of his friends next to him, that then help him decorate and set things in motion for you and your closest female friends and family, tomorrow

“Get her tiger”, said Addam hugging him as he was leaving late at night, “youa re doing to right thing, proving to her you are changed and want to be with her”

“i know, I only hope it works, if it doesn’t I’m only making things easy for her to marry another man”

“She loves you Aemond, remember that”, he said before lekaving, and Aemond smiled, convinced

You loved him…

He knew this, he just had to make you realise he loved you back, romantically

The love was already there, he just had to ignite it

And get rid of the other guy…

He got only a few hours to sleep before he had to get up and dress to his best, nice pressed shirt in a color he knew it make his featured glow even more, perfectly fitted pants, and black leather shoes, no tie, no jacket, but everything perfectly casual, his long silver hair stylled in a relaxed lose braid that fell over his shoulder, two first buttons of the shirt opened… a cologne he knew you adored… 

He’s got this

  

“Hello, ladies”, he greeted at the door as he opened the door in a calm and welcoming manner, he had to be the perfect host, “you look lovely today”, he complimented as your cousins giggled and entered the apartment after greeting him 

“Aemond”, he heard his name being called and turned with a smile on his face 

“Ah, Walda, how are you?”, he asked warmly

“Good. Everything looks wonderful”, she said sweetly, “this is the best shower I've been to”, she admired with an excited smile

“Really, you think so?”, he asked, excitedly, but your firend only wore a loopy smile on her face, and Aemond frowned worried, “you know what, Walda? You should really eat something”, he said softly, but she shook her head

“No. Aemond, I'm fine”, she assured him, “I'm fine. I'm okay”

“Theres carrots and celery on that table, please”, he begged, she only nodded and walked away from him, as you appeared by his side with a wide smile on your face

“What you ladies go through to fit into a dress”, he sighed, wondering if you ever felt like you didn’t feel as beautiful as you were, wondering if you ever put your health in jeopardy to fulfill men’s and society’s impossible beauty standards,, he really wished you haden’t, you were perfect as you were 

“This pretty much blows your rule out of the water about no women allowed at your place”, you teased with that complicent smile he adored, he sorrounded you iwth his arm, making your body stick to his side

“What good's a rule if you don't break it every now and then?”, he leaned in and whispered in your ear, you only giggled

“I'm very, very impressed”, you kept teasing, “thank you…”, you said softly, looking up at him 

Anything for you

He thought, and he was about to voice it outloud, but he was interrupted by a loud bagpipe noise, breaking all the cool sweet ambiance 

The first part of his plan was in motion

“Listen to that. Bran the Broken party remix, just for you”, he said, as the bagpipes sounded like a seagul being strangled, “Hear the horn? Hear the horn?”, he said excitedly at your horrified face, “It's good, isn't it? Wait, let me turn it up for you. There it is”, he said with his smart watch controlling the gadgets on his house.

The “song” became unbearable, you knew this was traditional northern music, but you dind’t want to hear it right now, you covered your ears as the sound became unbearable and it was disturbing your guests

“It's a little loud”, you comlained to your firend

“What?”, he asked with a smile on his face

“It's a little loud!”

“Okay. I'll turn it down”, and he finally turned down the volume, just as a waiter was passing by witha  tray of the second part of his plan

“Look at this. Try this”, he said snatching a small tartalette. You thankfully received the small snack and took it to your mouth without thinking, but stopped in your tracks with a horrendous taste attacked your taste buds 

“Widow’s wail”, he said proud of himself, “It's pepper, cheese, chopped up baby lamb lung, and cow pituitary gland”, you threw it up in a napkin trying not to raise anyone’s attention, “It's a Northerner delicacy. Cregan recommended it”, Aemond continued 

You were about to say soemthing… eman… to him, when Cersei interrupted everyone   

“Ladies! Ladies1”, she said outloud, “look what just came for (Y/N)1”, she said excitedly, beigning quite a large box in her hands, you inmediatly smiled, as she stopped right by your side and in second you were sorrounded by your friends 

“It's from Cregan, everyone!”, and you laughed when you heard everyone’s “aws” and lovely sighs

“Wait, there's a card!”, chanted Baela, grabing the envelope from the box, “There's a card. There's a card!”, she said weaving it in the air, she opened it up quickly and you only hoped it didn’t have anything dirty on it…

Cregan was a very passionate man…

“It says "(Y/N)", she started witha  wide smile on her face, "(Y/N), my love, this is the extremely rare Northerner, winter rose!", she said as Cersei opened the box and showed it to everyone, and there it was

A beautikful icy blue rose

“A rose?”, asked Aemond, panicking

"They only bloom for four hours before they die.", Baela said, as the flower was indeed in full bloom

“He must have timed this out perfectly!”, admired Cersei as she was looking at Aemondmockingly 

“Oh, my gosh. When we first met, Cregan joked that he would roam the countryside to find me one, and he did!”, you said, finally receiving the box in your hands and admiring the beautiful flower, it was truly breathtaking, and you couldn’t believe cregan had actually done it!

“Sweetheart, that's the most romantic thing I've ever heard”, muttered your gmother

“Thanks, mom”, you whined as she hugged you tightly 

  

“Joan, good to see you. It's been too long”, greeted Aemond, “I think, Easter, wasn't it?”, he tried with a simple smile

  

“Yes. You slept with our maid”, she said with that cinic smile of hers, you looked back at Aemond, surprised 

“She told you? I didn't know she spokethe common tongue”, he said nervously 

You very old grandmother showed up then, with a smile on her face

“This is grandma Pearl”, you presented to Aemond, “You remember Aemond?”, you asked her

“How are you?”, asked Aemond

“Oh, yes. The fornicator”, she mumbled, forwning at him, “That's right”, she said pelased with herself as she walked away again

“Okay”, mumbled Aemond, completely embarassed 

“Aemond, this is awesome!”, congratulated Baela, “It's great”, she admired

“Good, thank you, i’m glas you liked it”, he said with a pelased smile, again, proud of himself

“I mean, This is even better than my sister's shower!”, she said with a wide smile

“Oh, really?”, he teased, this was better than he thought, “It appears to be going well”, he chanted victory, because he could, right?

Then he felt a poke on his choulder, he turned to see one of the waiters

“Yes?”, he said politely, still basking in his victory

“Missandei would like to know where to set up”, hhe said nervouslyl

“Who?”, he asked

“Uh, the entertainment?”, he seemed nervous and wavering, but Aemond paid no mind to him

“Ah, yes”, he said, this was going to be the icing on the cake, as your eyes sparkled with expectancy, “thank the Gods... I mean, good”, he said pointing at a corner of the room, “She-she should set up over there”, he commanded, nervous, this was going to be the hightest point, you were going to love this.. 

So you all gathered around this woman with exccentric red hair long to her waist, and exxagerated red dress showing her curves…

“Hello, everybody. Hi, I'm Missandei”, she said, standing next to a big coffer, “Good to see you all”, she said inviting everyone to get closer, and you did, with Aemond by your side, “Yeah, come on, right down front”, she said as you all took your places

You looked excited

And Aemond wanted to exploit that 

“This was my idea, you know”, he said, you looked up at him and smiled

“really?”

“Oh, I know you loved her from Baela's sister's shower…”, he said dismissively

  

“Before I start, I'd like for us all to take a deep breath”, you heard the woman said, and you took indeed a big breath 

“She wasn't at the shower”, you said with an amused smile, Aemond frowned 

“She wasn't?”, he asked, terrified

“No”, you said, now curious, Aemond felt someone was watching him and he saw Cersei smiling back at him, a sickening, evil smile 

  

“And now exhale slowly!”, the woman commanded as Aemond’s stocmach sinked 

“Really?”, he asked nervously

“Good job. Good job”, Missandei congratulated, “It's very important to reset our third eye and connect to the primal… inside of ourselves before I present the pleasure aids”, she said with her voice soft as silk

“Pleasure aids?”, he asked, wanting to laugh, but the smile got quickly erased from his mouth when he saw yours, and your horrified expression on your face, as the woman opened the box and you saw…

Dildos

Vibrators…

and things not even Aemond knew what they were for 

No, he thought

No no no no no

“Now… These pleasure aids are best used when in a tantric, meditative state, and today, I'm going to show you, ladies, how to reach your optimal, sacral chakra”, but of course the nightmare continued, “All of these aids are for sale, ladies”, she said looking into her box of horrors, “And... Oh, look what we have here”, she said taking a fabric that it revealed itself to be a… “We have edible panties!”, Aemond swallowed thickly, “you look hungry. Here, snack on these”, she said throwing them at Walda who received them eagerly

NO NO NO NO NO

FUCK FUCK FUCK

  

“Now, ladies, what pleasure party would be complete without… glow-in-the-dark thunder beads”, she chanted, taking out two very long silicon… chains?? what were does?

  

“These are terrific”, your grandmother was curious and she starting walking towards the woman without veing able to be stopped by anyone, to your horror, “and for you ladies today, two for one”, your grandmother receibed the beads, “Do you wanna try those out, princess?”, she teased

“Where do these go?”, she asked, and she put them together and palced them around her neck like a neckale, to your horror

In your bachelor party this would have been fine, funny even…

But no in front of your aunts, mother, grandmother and cousins!

“From casual right into evening wear. Gorgeous!”, chanted missainder as your grandmother seemed terribly happy. “You know what, why don't you keep those? Oh, and they match your earrings”

You couldn’t take this anymore, still tasting the horrible snack Aemond made you ate in your tongue, you walked hastly out of there, feeling ashamed and terrified, and so, so betrayed… You felt like Aemond had mocked you, turned this into a big joke…

He did all the decoratins and all of it just to prank you with this?

What was going on?

Aemond chased after you

“(Y/N), you okay?”, you couldn’t help but sniff, and he grabbed you softly 

“You know that I dreamt of my wedding shower ever since I was 10 years old?”, you said, now more angry than sad, he seemed surprised to see you in that state

“No”, he admitted sadly

“Strangely enough, the image of my grandma Pearl, draped in glow-in-the-dark thunder beads, wasn't part of it”, you accused, he wanted to laugh, and that angered you more, “It's not funny, Aemond!”, you said, and he got serious to see how upset you were, “do you have any idea how important this is to me? And the Bran thing, Widow’s wail?, dildo saleswoman?”

“We-well, just understand something, that Cersei set me up!”

“Oh, please”, you chuckled darkly, “there's always an excuse with you!”, you said angrily, “I never even should've asked you to do this in the first place, you don't even believe in marriage, for the gods’ sake”, he wetted his lips

“You know, I might!”, he said, “I might believe in it!”, you shook your head

“I gotta get back”, you said, walking away from him

Aemond had disappointed many, MANY, women before, but he never thought it was going to hurt like it did now when he disappointed you

If he was going to truly do this, try to win you over, over your fiance, he was going to go all in, he needed to do this for real

taglist! @snh96 @sagelovesreading @toodlesxcuddles @ammo23 @bananzaa @ttkttt @at-a-rax-ia @n4tforlife @spn-obession

#misguidedmade #aemond targaryen #cregan stark #hotd modern au #modern au

[iam93percentstardust]

For the kiss prompts - heated kiss becoming soft for Stony 😘

Fren! This falls a little more towards desperate than heated, I think, but hopefully you'll still like it?

Warnings for: hospitals and broken bones

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

~

They transport Steve to the hospital as soon as the parking lot is a little clearer. They would have done it sooner, as soon as the game was over, but he isn’t so badly injured as to need to be immediately transported. And besides, he had wanted a few minutes to celebrate with his team before being moved.

They’d won. Champions, three years in a row!

Even the broken arm isn’t enough to upset him, though he’ll be furious if they don’t fine the other team or censure Rollins. Steve had already been in the endzone, the game over and won, when Rollins had tackled him, and there’d been more than enough time for him to stop.

Fortunately, it’s a clean break, the doctors declare. If he sticks to his physical therapy plan—and he will because he knows how much Tony will fuss if he doesn’t—he’ll make a full recovery and be just fine to play next year. “Wouldn’t want you to miss the draft,” one of the nurses says with a wink. They want to keep him overnight, though. He hadn’t immediately gotten back up after the tackle, too stunned to do much more than lie there, and for that alone, they want to keep him for observation. They get him set up in a private room with some of the good painkillers, turn down the lights, and leave him to his own devices.

Steve is bored within five minutes.

He’s straining to reach the TV remote on the bedside table when he hears Tony’s voice from down the hall, loudly declaring that he will set SI’s lawyers on this hospital if they don’t let him stay tonight, which empty threat or not, is still effective. Or, at least, Steve assumes it is, because the next thing he knows, the door to his room is flinging open, his gorgeous, furious, worried omega standing in the doorway.

“Steve,” Tony chokes out. He crosses the room in three long strides, seizes Steve’s face in his hands, and kisses him hard, almost desperately. His eyelashes are wet, and he keeps letting out these little sobs that break Steve’s heart. He makes a soft crooning noise into the kiss and lifts his uninjured hand up to cup Tony’s cheek, gentling the kiss until it’s not so much a kiss as it is breathing the same air.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he says softly. “Hey, I’m okay.”

“You’re not,” Tony sobs, breath hitching. “I saw him hit you and then you didn’t get back up.”

Oh, sweetheart, he thinks to himself, heart aching.. He tugs on Tony’s shirt. “C’mon, come on up here with me.”

Tony gives him a worried look. “I don’t want to—”

“You won’t. Promise. Will you just get up here? I’ll worry about you more if you’re all the way over there.”

Tony gives him a look that says he knows exactly what he’s doing, but obligingly climbs onto the bed and tucks himself into Steve’s side. Steve wraps his arm around him, carding his fingers through his hair.

“I’m okay,” he says again. “It was a clean break.”

“You didn’t get up,” Tony whispers.

“He just knocked the wind out of me, that’s all. Hit my head pretty hard on the way down, but the docs are pretty sure it’s not a concussion.”

“They’re keeping you overnight,” Tony points out.

“For observation,” Steve refutes. Tony opens his mouth again, but Steve kisses whatever objection he was going to say out of his mouth. “Sweetheart. I’ll be fine. I should be right back to playing next year.”

Tony shivers and burrows closer to him. “You have no idea how it felt, seeing you like that.”

He can imagine. “Were you scared?” he asks gently. Tony will never admit it himself, but sometimes, he just needs to hear someone else acknowledge how he felt. Sure enough, Tony doesn’t say anything out loud, but he feels the smallest nod against his throat. “Oh, Tony, I’m so sorry I worried you like that.”

“I’m going to make sure Rollins never plays again,” Tony says fiercely. “Someone like that should never have been allowed out on the field.”

“Organizing a fatal car crash seems a little too mob boss for you,” Steve says mildly. To his relief, Tony snickers.

“No, you big goober.”

“And fixing his grades so he fails out is illegal.”

“You never let me have any fun.”

“I’m sure you can think of another way to stop him from playing,” Steve says. It’s maybe a little uncharitable, but Rollins still has two years left to Steve’s one, and he refuses to graduate without removing a threat like that off the field. Steve was lucky, he knows that, but what if it had been Harley, one of the freshman reserves on the team, who’d scored that touchdown?

Better to let Tony do whatever he’s going to do.

“You feeling better?” he asks after a bit, and Tony exhales deeply.

“Yeah, I think so. Thanks. I’m pretty sure I should have been the one comforting you though.”

Steve chuckles and kisses the top of his head. “We can trade, hmm?”

“Yeah, alright. Deal.”

#alle writes #alle answers #stevetony #if you like please reblog

[imjustbatshitcrazy]

Heartstopper headcanons that make me happy

Sarah got Charlie a "C" mug like the Nelsons have for Christmas

Elle sent everyone knitted gloves when winter came

Charlie talks in his sleep

Nick took Charlie to build-a-bear before he went to uni and they got teddies with each others' voices in them

Nick hides cheesy notes in Charlie's room

Charlie loves it when Nick draws on his hands or ankles but pretends to dislike it cos he doesn't want to admit it gives him goosebumps

The group goes to the park at night a lot

Nick folds the corners of books / comics and it makes Charlie do a cute disgraced face so Nick does it more

Tara gets really upset when someone kills a bug

Nick and Darcy are very chaotic if left unsupervised

Elle is mama hen

Tao finally came round to Nick when he sided with him against the rest of the group in a debate about Hawaiian pizza

Darcy got in trouble a lot as a kid for cutting random bits of her hair. She now has an exceptional layer of uneven baby hair

Charlie starts learning French on Duolingo before valentine's Day to be able to say a little paragraph about how much Nick means to him and writes Nick's card in French

Elle puts hair accessories in Nicks hair when he isn't looking - he often realises hours later when Charlie does that face of suppressed glee, like when you see a sleeping kitten but don't want to squeal in case you wake it up

Nick and Charlie always get fridge magnets from their trips

Darcy gets a wolf cut while at uni. The group collectively lose their shit over it

Elle gets some nail polish pens and does nail art on herself - Tao, Tara, and Nick regularly get her to paint theirs

Sarah hangs a pride flag in the living room window after Nick comes out

Elle has a big scar on the back of her thigh from accidentally sitting on a curling wand - she hates it and doesn't like anyone seeing it but Tao always kisses it when they're having fun time and it makes her melt

Nick breaks his right hand at the end of his first year of uni during a rugby match - over the start of summer, with Sarah at work, Charlie is proudly Nicks caregiver, helping him dress and shower and cooks for him. They both love it, as much as they tease one another

Charlie's style gets a grunge edge when he goes to uni - starts painting his nails black, gets a silver nose ring, a tattoo of a moon behind clouds on his left bicep (Jane is livid when she discovers it six months later), obviously a pair of Docs - it blends well with his chill wardrobe and isn't try hard like a few other vampiric people he encounters - Nick finds it very hot, especially when he visits Charlie for band gigs - while at said gigs Nick stands at the front and enjoys seeing people swooning at the "hot drummer" as he can go up to Charlie after and kiss him

Elle's drink of choice is vodka cranberry

Tao manages to keep his cat in his uni room for the first term without maintenance finding out - she was a great comfort to him when homesick but managed to leave her at home after returning back after the christmas break

Charlie gets hit on a lot but never realised it's flirting. Nick finds it very endearing

Tao takes over the uni meme page when he's in second year - it already had 3k followers but he managed to grow it to 5k in a few months

Darcy really loves LED lights

Tara has a salt lamp and lots of plants

Nick becomes the LGBTQ+ officer for the student union at Leeds uni

ps. I saw somewhere that Alice has released future!Narlie careers??? please someone tell me what their jobs are I'm desperate to know

#heartstopper #heartstopper comic #heartstopper netflix #alice oseman #osemanverse #tao xu #elle argent #charlie and nick #charlie spring #nick nelson #darcy olsson #tara jones #comfort character

[guardian-of-fandoms]

"Cole" blinked as he stepped into the sunlight, trying to ignore the dizziness in his head.

"Everyone clear on the plan?"

"Got it."

"All clear."

The group moved through the parking lot, Charlie going over the agreed course of action.

"We'll regroup at the lab in two hours, see what we've got then."

"Be ready for anything."

Cole gripped his cybernetic arm, his face gravely serious.

"I understand you've faced your own version of Morocco, but... Never let your guard down. Never. You have no idea what that monster's done..."

"We'll be careful, we promise. And we'll keep you updated."

Cole nodded, look hesitant, but accepting.

"As soon as i'm back to full strength, i'm going after him."

"You do that, hotshot."

Kade couldn't resist the snark, even as Dani jabbed an elbow into his side.

Cole stared at him pointedly, before pausing in his tracks.

"... Woah..."

The Bots sat idly in the lot, Cole's eyes wide as he stared at them, before glancing away, his face flushing as he cleared his throat.

"Uh... Blades, Boulder, Chase, i... Uh.. I'm sorry about those EMPs from earlier."

Blades was the first to answer, nervously replying,

"Please don't do that again!"

Chase's lights blinked, before he dryly retorted,

"I cannot advocate for such an experience being a pleasant one."

It was Boulder, who held the most neutral stance.

"At least the time limit is impressive!"

Heatwave's lights blinked, the firetruck managing to look suspicious of him even in vehicle form.

"Yeah, that stunt of yours was real clever... Better not think of trying something like that again, or you'll have to go through me."

"I wouldn't think of it..."

Chase's lights blinked again.

"It has left me quite perplexed, why was Heatwave the only one not targeted earlier?"

Cole sighed.

"I said earlier, I owe him."

"Yeah, would love to know what you apparently owe me for."

Cole was quiet, then glanced up, gazing at Heatwave directly, something pained in his eyes.

".... No... No you wouldn't..."

The ominous statement instantly set Heatwave on edge, but Charlie called for attention.

"Alright, Boulder, Graham, Doc, get to the lab and help our guest. Everyone else, let's find this Morocco doppelganger."

Boulder popped his door open, and Graham, Doc, and Cole all squeezed inside.

Charlie slide inside Chase, and as the door popped shut, Chase asked,

"Sir. I hope you do not mind my asking, but I am curious. Why are you so quick to trust this stranger? While the Genetic match may confirm his identity, he has exhibited rather questionable behavior."

Charlie sighed, rubbing his temple as he mused on the situation.

"You could call it... Father's intuition. It's a gut feeling."

"I thought feelings originating from internal organs were an indicator of discomfort?"

Charlie sighed, shaking his head.

"Not like that, Partner.... It's more like... I just know. I can't explain it, beyond just... Knowing, that is my son. Well... I don't know, this is all confusing, but... He may not be MY son, but... any version of him will always be my son."

"... I am not quite sure that I follow, Sir."

Charlie sighed, but smiled softly.

"... I think he's just... a little mixed up, at the moment. Maybe if we steer him in the right direction, he'll surprise us."

-

"I don't think I can handle any more surprises right now."

Kade groaned as he leaned back, absently staring out the window.

"Look... Whatever happened to this guy, it was rough. Cody said he seemed Mixed Up about something, You don't get jaded like that without going through hell and back."

"But you still don't buy him being Cody."

Heatwave's dry tone was blunt, straight to the point.

"No. I just... That can't be him."

"Look.... This is weird. But, you gonna tell me why you're so against this guy being Cody?"

"I just did."

"... Oh..."

Kade glanced down at Heatwave's screen, absently rubbing his chin.

".... Dani and Graham are on my side here. If that guy is Cody, think about it. Why would we ever send him through the multiverse alone?"

-

"We wouldn't."

Dani nodded, scanning the area as Blades flew overhead.

"Yeah.... And then there's the way he acts. He's... guarded. He doesn't seem very comfortable around any of us. Well, except Doc. But... Something just feels... Off. Like being around us... Hurts him..."

"Yeah... If our Cody went to another dimension, of course we'd follow him! So... If he came alone..."

"... I think I have to agree with Kade, Cody wouldn't become so... serious and jaded like this... At least... Not without a reason..."

"... But... Something that horrible..."

"I know..."

Dani ran a hand through her hair, absently fidgeting with her hands.

"... I don't know, maybe we have this from the wrong angle. But... I just.... I don't know...."

Blades was quiet, before timidly saying,

"... That guy, when he fought us.... He knew things only Cody could know... But our Cody would never do that.... Right?"

... Was it possible for their Cody to become this?

-

"Now.... How does that feel?"

The group had set up just outside the lab, accommodating for Boulder.

Doc pulled away from Cole's arm, the visitor examining the repairs, nodding in satisfaction.

"A lot better, thank you."

The metal plating had been replaced in some parts, the wires hidden from view.

He stretched out the arm, testing it's movements, as Doc stole a glance at the implants on his neck.

"I must say, this technology is incredible! A neural link of this caliber, who designed this?"

Cole was quiet, before smirking slightly.

"I mean, you did."

".... ASTOUNDING!"

Doc Greene's eye lit up at the prospect, and Cole couldn't help but chuckle.

"You were so proud of yourself, when you got it working... You and Frankie spent forever working on it, getting the bugs out."

"Frankie? Your world's Frankie, I take it."

"Yeah..."

Something in his face shifted, a melancholic fondness.

".... Both of you... you were really there for me..."

"... Were?"

Cole saw the conclusions being drawn, and winced, clarifying,

"No, No, nothing like that. We just... Haven't talked in a while..."

"I see..."

Graham coughed, trying to break up the awkwardness.

"Uh, now that basic motor functions are reestablished, how about testing the other abilities?"

Cole nodded, and boulder brought over a large battery.

"Everyone stand back, just in case."

Cole walked up to the battery, and after glancing at the trio, pressed the palm of his cybernetic to it.

Instantly, the arm glowed with golden sparks, the battery sparking and shaking, before Cole pulled away, the battery laying drained and defunct.

A ball of electricity trashed about Cole's palm, a slow smirk dragging across his face.

Oh... that felt good...

Graham and Boulder exchanged a small high five, and Doc beamed.

"Commence Shielding Trial!"

Boulder grabbed a small wooden crate this time, taking careful aim.

"Are you sure about this?"

Cole only smirked.

"Give me your best shot."

Boulder chuckled, and hurled the crate at him.

A golden dome instantly surrounded him, the crate shattering to pieces upon impact.

The science trio cheered, and Cole dissolved the shield, a golden glow in his eyes.

Doc motioned to a dummy they'd set up, and Cole took aim.

"Commence discharge trial!"

With careful concentration, Cole unleashed all the absorbed electricity in one powerful blast, the dummy exploding upon impact.

"SUCCESS!!!"

The science trio cheered amongst themselves, but Cole suddenly dropped to a knee, gasping for breath.

"Cole!"

Cole clutched his head, groaning as the trio rushed over to help him.

"You okay?"

boulder gently grabbed him by his back, hoisting him up.

Cole rubbed his head, letting Boulder guide him over to a chair.

"Ugh... I don't understand..."

Doc nervously studied the cybernetic, the glow fading.

"Perhaps I miscalculated, maybe if i-"

"No, it's working fine."

Cole caught his breath, rubbing his forehead.

"When I use too much bio-electricity, it takes a toll on my body. But I don't understand, a charge like that should've been nothing."

Graham mused on it, frowning.

"Hmm... Maybe you haven't recovered from your blast against Morocco earlier... You used everything you had, right? Doctor Mcswain noted a high concentration of Bio-electricity in your system, but for you, maybe that concentration was actually low."

Doc nodded in agreement.

"That sounds plausible. A blast like that must've drained you severely, triggering some natural state of energy conservation.... Do you sustain yourself off this bio-electricity?"

Cole shrugged, and they caught a flash of gold in his eyes.

"I mean... It's not like i can survive solely off it. But it definitely keeps me going for long periods of time. I've gone like a week without sleeping before, just by absorbing electricity here and there. But I definitely have my limits. If i absorb too much, I need to discharge it imeditantly."

"Interesting..."

Boulder frowned, recalling their own history with similar technology...

"Hmm... Looks like you were right, Graham, this definitely seems similar to the repulsor badge."

"Repulsor Badge?"

Cole looked confused, and Graham clarified,

"It's a long story, but... Cody- our Cody- was a Superhero for a little while. Doc built the Repulsor Badge as a means of keeping him out of danger, which, DID NOT WORK."

Doc looked a bit embarrassed, continuing,

"I, ah... I'm afraid that there was a slight issue with the power regulation.... The Badge overheated, and.... ah..."

Boulder sighed, shaking his head.

".... Our Cody..... almost blew up...."

Cole's eyes went wide, and Graham flushed.

"But, it ended better than it could have, at least? Let's just say that was the end of Rescue Boy..."

"Rescue Boy?"

Cole couldn't help but snort.

"No offense to my counterpart, but... Rescue Boy? Seriously?"

Graham shrugged.

"To be fair, I think Huxley came up with that, not him."

"Yeah, sounds about right..."

"I take it this never occurred in your universe?"

Cole nodded, and Doc processed the information, making mental notes.

"Interesting... If that incident never occurred in your universe, then i assume my counterpart had alternative motives for utilizing the hoverboard mechanisms in a similar fashion?"

Cole went quiet, and grabbed his arm.

"... Not important..."

Things went quiet, before Graham awkwardly motioned to Cole's dented chest plate.

"Uh... How about we repair that next? I bet we could reinforce it."

"Sure..."

Cole forced himself to his feet, staggering from lightheadedness, but forcing himself to shake if off.

"Do you have... Another power source? I just need a small boost..."

Doc nodded, gently grasping his arm as he led him over to another battery.

Boulder and Graham watched, before exchanging a look.

Graham whispered in a low voice,

"Do... you think Kade was right?"

".... Do you?"

They watched Doc pull out another battery, which Cole gratefully took, Graham commenting,

"He seems a lot more comfortable around Doc, than us. But why?"

"I noticed that."

Boulder studied "Cole", watching as he gasped the battery, his eyes tinged with gold as he absorbed the power.

"Maybe... It's painful. If Kade's right, then..."

"He's... being reminded of what he lost..."

-

"Anything?"

"Nothing."

"Nope."

Charlie frowned as he listened to the comns, then check the time.

"Alright... Let's regroup at the lab. We'll plan our next move from there, and see if our guest has anymore information for us."

He ended the connection, just as Chase abruptly halted.

Charlie snapped to attention at the abrupt stop, scanning the road.

"What is it, Partner? See anything?"

They'd stopped just in front of the junkyard, everything appearing normal.

"... Apologies, Sir. I thought i saw something, but I appear mistaken."

"It's alright, Chase. C'mon, let's join the others."

They pulled away, and once they were gone, movement stirred.

The shambling mound of wires and metal staggered through the yard, the last remnants of a madman toying with fate, a twisted mind refusing to die.

Morocco's broken face reformed as the mechanical monster shifted and re-formed, going from a staggering beast to a more human form.

His red eyes sparked, jagged shards of metal and exposed wiring sending glitches and sparks as he limped and staggered.

The paneling across his chest was uneven, slightly ajar, revealing a pulsing ball of electricity, irregularly shifting between the purple of the shattered gemstone, and a gold.

A gold power not his own, but one he knew well...

"Cody Burns... You attempt to destroy me yet again... and just as before... You only make me stronger..."

Morocco strode over to the piles of scrap, his stride irregular, but steady.

While discarded, the scrap metals and old technology were perfectly viable, and applicable to his purposes....

"Oh... Clever man, that Doctor Morocco...."

#transformers rescue bots #cody burns #kade burns #dani burns #graham burns #charlie burns #doc greene #frankie greene #tfrb #au #Multiverse Cody AU

[cup-half-full-of-anxiety]

Getting Caught - Eddie Munson

Warnings: 18+, smut, just pure smut, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, light hair pulling, slight choking kink, mention of ass play, begging, think that’s it.

summary: It’s Tuesday night after playing at The Hideout and Eddie just can’t wait any longer.

Eddie x Original Female Reader

Word count: 3.2k

**TAP-TAP-TAP**

Eddie’s thrusting halted.

**TAP-TAP-TAP**

“Munson?” Chief Hopper's voice called from outside the very recognizable van. 

His girlfriend was stone still on top of him, her fingernails digging into his chest as she stared down at him with wide eyes. 

“I fucking knew it Eddie” she whispered harshly.

-45 minutes earlier- 

“Babe, you have got to be kidding me” Melody took in her surroundings “the arcade parking lot?” 

“What?” Eddie shrugged, killing the engine to his van and undoing his seatbelt “we’re in the corner” he pointed out the emptiness around them “they haven’t fixed the street lap since Dustin shot it out with the wrist rocket so it’s super dark. We’re fine.”

Melody watched him with a very skeptical eyebrow raised as he gave her a wink. He dramatically pulled his jacket off and moved to the back of his van. 

The plus-side to Eddie driving a GMC Gaucho was there were hardly any windows on it, and the few windows it did have had pull curtains Eddie installed for this very purpose, he even had a rod that went across that top of the van, behind the driver and passenger seat that had a curtain. 

He had also pulled out the center seats long ago, an old futon mattress with pillows and blankets had replaced them. The back bench seat was still in place. 

Melody had redone the interior of Eddie’s van over the years to make it more comfortable. 

With a sigh, she moved to join him “I swear to god, if we get caught again” she grumbled to herself. Shrugging her jacket in the front seat as well, she pulled the curtain closed behind her. 

Eddie had pulled the other curtains shut too. He flicked on the string of lights that had been hung from the roof and turned on the radio in the corner, ‘Rebel Yell’ by Billy Idol played though. When Eddie first noticed the changes happening to his van, he laughed, but he had very much grown to appreciate them. It made the nights Wayne was home much less awkward or nights like tonight when Eddie was on a high from another Tuesday night at The Hideout and needed to release it into his girlfriend. 

Knelt on the messy futon, Melody reached for the bottom of her shirt as Eddie made his way back over to her. She moved to pull it over her head when Eddie grabbed her hands, stopping her movement. 

He leaned forward quickly and kissed her, tugging her bottom lip with him when he pulled back.

“I want to undress you” he smiled devilishly, tucking a loose piece of hair behind her ear. The whole action sent a fire between her legs. 

“Did I tell you how sexy you look tonight?” He asked sweetly, his eyes scanning her body like a predator stalking his prey. “Just beautiful” He stared so intensely that Melody could feel it dragging on her skin, his eyes burning into her. 

She had worn a pair of black leather Docs, her signature high-waisted fishnet stocking that peaked out of the top of her black and grey plaid schoolgirl skirt, two metal studded belts, and a stolen shirt of Eddie’s that she cut and tied to fit tight and hold up her boobs. Her curly shoulder-length blonde hair teased wild around her head, red coating her lips as black circled her eyes. She looked like she should be dragging herself across a muscle car in a music video. 

“This mine?” He asked as his fingers toyed with the hem of the cut shirt, her stomach shivering as his knuckles lightly grazed her skin. She wanted him to touch her, to wreck her body completely. Eddie could see the goosebumps raising over her skin as she nodded. 

“Did it take long?” Melody shook her head at the second question. Swallowing before she spoke, already wet with anticipation. 

“No, maybe an hour or so” Eddie nodded at her answer. He took another second to admire her work. His mouth watered at how tightly it held her clearly bra-free breasts. Soon he would destroy it.

He tugged lightly on the shirt, closing the distance between them again. This time pulling her to him, his free hand reaching for the back of her head, taking hold of Melody’s hair tightly, and pulling her into a heated kiss. He let the fabric drop from his other hand and slowly snaked it around her body, gripping her ass, pulling her flush to him.

“God I want to eat you alive” he growled as he dragged his lips from hers to her neck, kissing his way down before he bit down on the meat where the neck and the collar meet. Melody let out a deep groan at the pain, she could feel her panties soaking as he began to suck the skin. She reached up, grasping the back of Eddie’s head in her hand, holding him to her. Her head dropped back, granting him more access to the area. 

His hands were on the move again. Calloused, guitar-player fingers caughting the fabric of her shirt on their journey, rising it up over her waist and stomach. They came to rest on her breasts, kneading them in his large hands. 

Eddie could live forever on the sounds Melody was making, her gasps and moans were enough for him to survive on. 

Pulling away from her neck, he checked his work. Happy with the deep red circle that now marked Melody's skin, his mouth moved down to the collarbone, down her sternum, and into the valley between her breasts. He licked back up her sternum as his hands gripped the fabric around her boobs and pulled. Melody gasped at the ripping sound as the fabric fell away from her skin. She pulled away as it fell down her body and rested in a pool around her bent knees.

She looked at Eddie.

“Opps” he shrugged. 

This time she closed the gap between them. Grabbing the side of his shirt tightly in her fists she pulled him close, their mouths reconnecting as Melody’s tongue dove right in. She licked every inch of Eddie’s mouth she could reach. Eddie’s hand made it back to her ass and tapping her thigh, she moved her arms around his shoulders and held tightly and she moved her legs around his waist. He crawled on his knees to the back bench, setting her down and kissing her lips lightly once before he moved down her body.

Melody watch him, she sucked her pointer and ring finger into her mouth, waiting for if they were needed. 

He took each nipple in his mouth, playing with them for a few seconds before moving on to her stomach. He dragged his tongue down to her belly bottom, his hands working at her belts. They hit the side of the van with a bang as he throws them aside. Melody’s back arched as Eddie dipped his tongue into her belly button, she moaned as an intense tingle spreads warmly down to her already dripping cunt. 

“Eddie baby” she purred.

He rolls up her skirt, tucking the fabric into the waist. He loves fucking her in skirts so he didn’t plan on removing that item of clothes. 

Eddie smiled again at the sight before him. His beautiful girlfriend sprawled out on the bench of his old van. Completely naked from the waist up, one hand playing with her nipple as the other having moved, now gripping the inside of her thigh. His mouth dropped when she pulled her leg up, so her boot-clad foot sat on the bench. Stretching her pussy open, he watched as her soaked grey thong pulled into her with her movement, rubbing against her wet lips.

“Fuck me” the man was spellbound.

Reaching into his back pocket Eddie pulled out his knife, her breath leaving her as he flicked it open. She knew no pain was coming from this act but watching him always ignited something in her. Eddie reached forward, wrapping a single finger around the crotch of her panties and pulling it away from her body, whatever breath may have been left in her was completely gone as his finger dipped into her lips in the movement. He brought the knife forward and with little resistance, she watched as the blade sliced through the fabric. 

“You going to ruin my whole outfit tonight?” She asked him as he closed up the knife and tossed it to the side. He had already ripped a hole in the fishnets when he finger fucked her against a speaker earlier while the guys warmed up.  

“Oh sweetheart, I fucking plan to” He fell forward. Melody let out a giggling squeal, Eddie caught himself at the last second, his face just inches from her cunt. He breathed in deep, the smell of her was intoxicating. Salty from a night of jumping around and sweating and a sweetness that was just Melody. 

He kissed just above her mound, her hips pressing up to him as he licked the soft skin. He moved just below her hip and kissed the heart stick-n-poke tattoo he had done a year ago.

“Fuck baby” Melody moaned. “Please” she whispered.

He sat back, admiring again. He brought up his right ring finger, and slowly he dragged the pad of his finger through her soft folds, gathering slick on his finger and bringing it to his mouth. He sucked it clean before repeating the motion 3 more times. 

“Please?” he questioned back, moving to the raised leg. He kissed the inner thigh before moving the leg to his shoulder. He repeated the action on the other leg, biting at the skin. “Please what my love?” he placed a gentle kiss on her pussy.

“Devour me” she begged as her head fell back onto the bench. 

“Fuck” Eddie whispered to himself and he dove forward, her hips opening up for him as she locked her ankles around his head, Melody let out a long groaning moan as Eddie’s tongue licked from her hole to her clit. On his second pass, he dipped deep into her hole. She gasped and bucked her hips, Eddie brought his arm up across her waist and held her down, restraining her to the bench. 

Her fingers clenched into his locks “Fuck Eddie, baby right there” guiding his movement to where she needed it most. Currently, her clit was begging for attention and Eddie was happy to oblige. He reached behind his head and unlocked her legs, bringing them back up to the couch so she was spread eagle in front of him, he grabbed her waist and pulled her to the ends of the couch, and fell back into her cunt. 

With her breathing so deep her stomach concaved in on her with each breath, her body losing control as an electric rubber band pulled tight in her abdomen and Eddie was trying to climb inside her to find it and snap it. He brought his hand up, his middle and ring finger sliding in her, his thump moving to her clit and the three worked together.

“I’m close. Eddie, I’m so close” Melody cried “baby, don’t stop” She rocked her hips with his movement, riding his fingers. His thumb quickened its circles. He watches her in awe. 

“I want your mouth” She begged, it did not need repeating, Eddie replaced his thumb with his mouth and gave a good suck to her clit and it was over. 

Her back arched off the bench, her legs were back around Eddie's shoulder, and she squeezed tightly. She could feel her release mixed with spit dripping down her ass crack and onto the bench. She rode out her orgasm, rocking onto Eddie’s face as his tongue kept lapping up her juices. 

“Oh my god” She breathed out. “Shit” she unlatched her legs, shaking they fell to the floor. “I love you so much” she caressed his face, taking a hold of his chin she pulled him up. Kissing him deeply, sucking the taste of her off his tongue. She pushed him back and started working on his belt. 

“I need you to fuck me now” she popped open the 4 buttons on his jeans, and pulling them apart she sees his pelvis. Covered in dark hair the top of his shaft peaking out. He had no boxers on. She leaned forward and kissed the area. He pulled his shirt up and over his head while Melody pushed his jeans down, his cock springing free, knocking her chin. 

She quickly takes his head in her mouth but Eddie is just as quick to pull it out.

“I’m so close babe. I want to cum in you, not on you” Melody pouted and Eddie kissed the pout away.

He moved back, laying on the mattress. He beckoned Melody to him. 

“Come ride me, baby”

With a sultry smile, Melody moved to her knees from sitting on the bench. She dropped to her hands, Eddie's bare legs in front of her. She kissed the inside of his ankle, and his calf, licking up his thigh. She sucked his balls into her mouth and Eddie's hand flies to her hair as he sits up.

“God baby” She moves up his shaft and slowly takes him fully into her mouth, wetting him for her. Eddie pulls her off him again. “You are going to be the death of me” he says. She moves to kiss him, both her knees resting on either side of him, his cock resting between them. 

Melody smiled but it fell quickly when Eddie lifted her and slid her straight down onto his rock-hard cock. With a screaming moan ripping through her, she wrapped her arms around Eddie as she began to ride him. Her body was still sensitive from her last orgasm, and everything heightened. Even Eddie's skin against hers, her nipples rubbing against the hair on his chest was enough to send her over the edge. 

She pushed him away, and Eddie fell to his back. Melody’s hand was quick to his chest. Her left hand reached for one of the straps Eddie had installed and he learned just how much Melody loved to ride him. Wrapping the strap around her wrist and her right hand around Eddie’s throat she began to ride him. 

Eddie could honestly die right here and he would die a happy man. Not only did he have the hottest girl in Hawkins but she was a fucking freak. Sure they had their night where they made slow beautiful love, nights where they held each other for hours, and then there were nights like tonight where they fuck each other’s brains out in an empty parking lot. 

“Fuck me baby” Eddie growled. He could feel the van rocking as Melody put everything into her thrusts “God you feel like heaven”

“Eddie” Melody wined. Her hand moved from Eddie’s neck to his chest. “God Eddie I love you” with his cock hitting inside her perfectly, Melody was close to her second orgasm. 

**TAP-TAP-TAP**

Eddie’s thrusting halted.

**TAP-TAP-TAP**

“Munson?” Chief Hopper's voice called from outside the very recognizable van. 

Melody was stone still on top of him, her fingernails digging into his chest as she stared down at him with wide eyes. 

“I fucking knew it Eddie” she whispered harshly.

“Look kids I’m not stupid. I know what is going on.” He pauses, clearly not knowing what to say. This was not the first tight he had caught them having sex in Eddie’s van. He will say it was the most vocal. 

Melody quickly scrambled to cover herself up. Her shirt was no good. 

“You just had to rip my shirt off” she whispered sarcastically at Eddie. 

“I didn’t hear you complaining then” Eddie whispered back as he tossed his shirt to her, she pulled it on and he pulled on his jeans. Melody made sure her skirt covered her as Eddie rolled open the side door. 

There stood a blushing Chief Hopper, flashlight in hand. 

Eddie squinted away as the light hit his eyes. 

“Come on you two, this is the 4th time in two months” Hopper sighed at them “I get that you have raging hormones but you can’t just-” his voice caught in his thought, coughing over the words “you can’t just have sex in the arcade parking lot.” he looked away from the two embarrassed. 

“Yeah, that’s what I told him” Melody looked at Eddie pointedly.

“Again, I didn’t hear you complaining 10 minutes ago” he pointed back, Melody crossed her arms and looked away.

“And the parking lot may be empty but the house on the other side of the fence is not” Chief rubbed his hand down his face “Look, just go home, it’s late and it's a school night”

They both nodded, and neither said a word. 

“And next time-” Chief paused and then shook his head “Nope, never mind. Just go home” 

They watched Hopper walk back to his cruiser, grumbling to himself. He got in and quickly left the parking lot. 

Melody looked over at Eddie, he was already watching her. Both thinking the same thing. 

“That was fucking hot” Eddie slides the van door shut as Melody moves back to the bench, with her hands on the seat she waves her ass back and forth, teasing Eddie. He pops back open his jeans, pulling them down enough to pull out his still-hard cock. He moves behind her, with hands-on both ass cheeks, he pulls them apart. He licks from her soaked cunt to her ass, his tongue playing at the tight bundle of mussels, Melody pushing back into him as he does. 

“God Eddie just fuck me already” She begs. He pulls back, wiping his mouth. 

He lines himself up with her and slowly pushes back in, Eddie’s hand quickly moves to Melody’s mouth as he hears a loud moan startup. He pulls her back to him, her back flush with his chest. “You have got to stay quiet baby” She moaned against his hand as he whispered in her ear, and he continued to thrust into her. “I know it baby, I know you’re cock drunk and you can’t control it but I need you to” 

His hand not wrapped around her mouth moved down her body to her clit, and his middle and ring finger began to work their magic. She wasn’t going to last long.

Leaning her back over, Melody grabbed a pillow. She moaned loudly into it and she shoved her face back into the bench.

With just a few more thrusts, Eddie groaned out as he released into Melody, her walls clenching around him, milking him. The heat of his release sent her over the edge. Her loud moan could be heard through the pillow, but hopefully not far outside the van. 

Eddie pulled out, replaced his cock with his mouth, and tried to lick her clean but she pushed him away. 

“No more” She cried “I can’t stay quiet if you try and eat my ass. Ass eating is for soundproof places only” She said matter of factly as she dropped down onto the mattress, completely spent. 

“Noted” Eddie dropped down next to her.

“I bet Hop is going to circle soon and see if we are still here” Melody predicted 

“Yeah but he’s far too embarrassed to come to the van again”

**TAP-TAP**

The sentence hadn’t even fully left his mouth. 

“Fucking hell”

#Eddie Munson #Stranger Things fanfiction #Eddie x Reader #Eddie x OC reader #Eddie Munson smut #Eddie smut #Eddie Munson imagine #Eddie Munson oneshot

[bree-cheesy]

Love With Tragedy

This is my first fic, please bare with me 😭😭😭 I’M SO SORRY IF IT’S HORRIBLE!!!! I wrote this on a google doc and copy and pasted it to Tumblr sooooooo......

Credit to @edwardmunsen​ for the gif

Eddie Munson! x Henderson!Fem Reader!

Warnings!!: Light Smut so 18+ only!! (Kissing, pussy eating, fingering, hickeys) Hell of a lot of angst, L-Bombs, Fem pronouns used, Y/N is used quite a lot... I’M SORRY. If you read this (Which I’m not expecting anyone to) please tell me if I missed anything!!!! Not proofread. Way to lazy to go through and do that. I’m not a good writer so go easy on me.....

Word Count: 9,880

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Y/N Henderson. Dustin Henderson’s older sister. She just went to work, did her cheer for the school and stayed home. She was a part of the whole mall thing that happened last year. She got dragged into it by Dustin when she went to the mall with him and got trapped with him, Steve, Robin, and Erica. She’s had to go to therapy because of it. She couldn’t get the things she witnessed out of her mind. She had nightmares all the time because of it. She never saw Dustin anymore. He was always at school or doing things with his friends. Now that he was a part of the Hellfire Club, she saw him maybe once a week. She loved him, obviously, but she just missed having him around. It was late at night. She needed to pick Dustin up. She was supposed to be at the assembly, but she didn’t want to go. She sighed and stood up. She grabbed her car keys and drove to the school. They were having a club meeting or something that night. She got to the school, parked, and got out of the car. She leaned against the back of it and saw tons of people walking out of the school. She waited and saw a group of kids shouting and cheering. She smiled a little. She knew Dustin was in the group. It took him 15 minutes to say his goodbyes and walk over. He snatched the car keys from her.

“Ah, ah,” She held her hand out. “What do you think you’re doing?” “Oh come on! Just this once!” “I’m not leaving and you can stand here in front of your friends embarrassing yourself.” “You’re so mean.” He gives her keys back.

“That’s what I thought.” Flicks his nose.

An older kid in his group with long curly black hair was staring at the interaction. She glanced at him for a moment. He looked familiar to her. They drive home and she turns in for the night.

She was running. Running fast. Loud growls and screeches sounded through her ears. She was running towards a doorway. An open doorway. Dustin, Steve, Nancy, Jonathan, Mike, Will, Lucas, Robin, El, Max, Hopper, Joyce. All of them were standing there. They were calling out to her. She looked over her shoulder and gasped. It was chasing her. She started running faster. Distorted screaming. Her feet hurt. She couldn’t breathe. She tripped. She fell to the ground with a loud thud and groaned. She flipped around and turned backwards. It was getting up to her. Its long limb thing snaked out and grabbed her foot. It started pulling her. It was pulling fast. She screamed. She flipped around on her stomach and saw the group running towards her.

“Dustin!!!!”

And it went dark.

She shot up in bed and breathed heavily. She panted and ran a hand through her hair. She slowly calmed down and let out a shaky breath. She rubbed her hands over her face and sniffled. She laid back down and stared at the ceiling. She heard a voice.

“Y/N……” Ominous ticking. A clock? She got up and walked out of her room. She gasped. She was back in the mall. Only it was…. Destroyed. She walked over to a bright red light in the middle of the rubble. She ran her hand through it. It felt weird. She heard the ticking again. She looked to her left and saw a huge grandfather clock. It was cracked. She walked closer to it. She got a sick feeling. She felt something wrap around her foot. She looked down and didn’t see anything. She still felt it. She gasped heavily suddenly. She was back in her room. She was standing next to her bed. She started crying. She sank to the floor and sobbed into her hands.

The next day, she was home watching the news. A Hawkins High student found dead. In the Munson’s Trailer. Munson. That sounded familiar to her. She shook it off. Later into the day, the door swung open and Dustin ran in with Max.

“We have to go. Come on!” “What?” She looked at him.

“This is a life or death matter, come on!” “Uhm, okay.” She followed him outside and saw Steve’s car. Steve and Robin were inside it. She got in with the other two. Max was squished in the back with her and Dustin.

“So, where are we going?” “We’re finding Eddie.” Dustin said.

“Eddie?” “Eddie Munson.” The name clicked.

“Oh, the leader of that club thing you’re in?” “It’s a D&D club. How many times do I have to explain this?”

“I’m sorry, I forgot. But, wasn’t some kid just found dead at the Munson’s trailer?”

“Yeah, and they think Eddie did it.”

“I know, Eddie. He wouldn’t do this. He’s a sweet guy. He helped me a lot in Biology Junior year.”

“Yeah, we know he didn’t do it.” Dustin mumbled.

They drove further into the woods to a house. He wasn’t in the house, but there was a cabin type thing in the back. They walked in and looked around. She saw Steve grab a boat oar and start jabbing it into a tarp that was in the boat.

“What are you doing?” Dustin gasped. “What are you doing?” “He might be in here.” Steve exclaimed.

“So take the tarp off!”

“If you’re so brave, you take the tarp off.”

Floorboards creaked under their feet and they looked around more. Max spoke up. “Hey, look over here.” She rifled through some food wrappers. “Someone was here.” “Maybe he heard us. Got spooked and ran.”

“Don’t worry, Steve will get him with his oar.”

“I know you think you’re being funny, Henderson, but considering that everyone in this room has nearly died a thousand times, personally, I don’t find it funny in the slight-” Suddenly the tarp flew up and Steve was slammed up against the wall. It was Eddie. He was holding a broken beer bottle to Steve’s throat. Y/N gasped loudly.

“Eddie! Eddie!” He looked at Dustin.

“It's me! It’s Dustin! This is Steve! He’s not gonna hurt you, right Steve?” “Right. Yeah.” “Steve, why don’t you drop the oar?”

Steve dropped the oar and Eddie pushed the bottle more against Steve’s throat.

“He's cool! He’s cool!”

“I’m cool, man. I’m cool.”

“What are you doing here?” Eddie’s voice sounded scared.

“We’re looking for you.”

He looked at Y/N and she gave him an encouraging smile.

“We’re here to help.” Robin interjected.

“Eddie, these are my friends. You know Robin, from band!” Robin made trumpet noises and made a hand signal. “This is my friend Max. The one who never wants to play D&D.” She just waves. “And my sister! Y/N, you’ve met her.”

“Remember? Mrs Janice in Biology last year?” Eddie just nodded.

“Eddie, we’re on your side. I swear on my mother!”

“Hey, woah, heh, what? Look, I know he didn’t do anything, but that’s a little far.” Y/N interjected.

“Right guys?”

“Yes, Yes. We swear.”

“O-On, Dustin’s mother.”

“On my mother.” Y/N sighed.

“Yeah, Dustin’s….. Dustin’s mother.”

Eddie let’s go of Steve after a few seconds. He sits on the floor. Dustin approaches him.

“Eddie….. We just want to talk.”

Dustin tries to take the broken bottle, but Eddie yanks it back. Robin kneeled down next to them.

“You won’t believe me…” His voice cracked.

Max shrugged.

“Try us.”

Eddie looked at her weird.

(Few minutes later)

“Her body, just, like lifted up into the air and, uh….. And she just like, hung there. In the air. And her bones, uh…… her bones started to snap. Her eyes man, it was like, it was like there was something inside her head, like pulling. I didn’t know what to do, so I just….. Ran away. I left her there. You all think I’m crazy, don’t you?” “No, we don’t think you’re crazy at all-”

“Don’t bullshit me, man! I know how this sounds!”

“We’re not bullshitting you.” Max said.

“We believe you.”

Eddie exhales.

“Look, what I’m about to tell you, might be a little….. Difficult to take.”

“Uh, okay.”

Y/N nervously chewed on her lip.

“You know how people say Hawkins is….. Cursed?” Eddie looks at him. “They’re not….. Way off.” Y/N lets out a shaky breath. “There’s another world. A world hidden beneath Hawkins. Sometimes, it bleeds into ours.” “Like ghosts and shit?”

“There are some things worse than ghosts.”

“There are monsters from this other world….. We thought they were gone. But, they’ve come back before. And that’s why we needed to find you.” “If they’re back again, we need to know.”

“That night, did you see anything?”

“Dark particles maybe?”

Eddie shook his head.

“It would almost look like dust, swirling dust.” “No, man, there was nothing you could see or, uh…. or touch.” Eddie swallowed hard. “You know I tried to wake her, man. She couldn’t move. It was like she…. She was in a trance or something.” “Like a spell.” “Or a curse.” “Vecna’s Curse.” “Whos’ Vecna?”

“An undead creature of great power.” “A spell caster.” “A dark wizard.”

Y/N gulped nervously. Robin gave Y/N a piece of gum to distract her. After explaining more, Dustin stood up.

“Y/N, you’re staying here with him until further notice. We will leave a walkie. The rest of us are going to try and figure out what the hell is going on.” Dustin pointed at her.

Y/N nodded. Eddie was still huddled against the wall.

“I’m gonna go to the store. Just buy some things to tide us over for a little while.” Y/N mumbled.

“Okay, we’ll drop you off at home so you can get your car.” Dustin said.

“You cool being alone for a little bit, Eddie?” Robin asked.

He just nodded. They all left. Y/N changed out of her cheer uniform before leaving. She drove to the store and bought a bunch of things. Bottles of water, Yoo Hoo’s, different types of cereal, etc. She drove back up to the cabin, making sure to hide her car. She grabbed all the bags, struggled a little and walked to the cabin. She managed to get the door open.

“Hey, Eddie, it’s me…” She kept her voice kinda quiet.

She set the bags down on a table and saw him asleep in the boat. She put stuff in the fridge there and left the rest on the table. She yawned and sat down on the ground. She took her shoes off and pulled her Hawkin’s jacket on. It was freezing. She curled up on the floor and fell asleep pretty fast. Surprisingly, there wasn’t a nightmare that night. She woke up the next morning. She was woken up by footsteps. She froze and peeked an eye open. She let out a breath. It was just Eddie raiding the food. She sat up and stretched her arms above her head, yawning. Eddie jumped a little and looked at her.

“So, what is one of Hawkin’s High’s beloved cheerleaders doing all wrapped up in this?”

“No good morning?”

Eddie rolled his eyes.

“Good morning.”

Y/N smiled at him.

“It’s a long story.”

“Believe me, I have time.”

Y/N sighs.

“Well, the whole fire in the mall was just a cover up. There were actually evil Russian scientists under the mall trying to get to the other world. The upside down as we call it because it’s our world, but….. Upside down. Giant monster destroyed the mall. We killed it. It almost killed me, fun fact.” Eddie’s eyebrows shot up. “Man, I kinda just said that very casually didn’t I?” “Uh, yeah.”

“Well, we killed it. Lost a few people. Uhm, yeah. Not to mention the girl that we rely on that has super powers, but those went bye bye and she lives in California now, sooooo.”

His eyebrows just stayed up and he looked even more confused.

“I’m sure Dustin and Steve will explain better whenever they come back.”

They went quiet and heard car doors shut. They both shot up. Eddie ran to the window, looking outside it. He didn’t see anyone.

“Shit….” They calmed down until the door opened. They both freaked out and Y/N grabbed a pipe off the floor. Dustin and the group walked in.

“Delivery Service!” Dustin was holding a few bags.

Y/N let out a breath and put the pipe down.

(A few minutes later) Eddie was sitting in the boat, scarfing down a box of honeycomb and drinking a bottle of Yoo Hoo.

“So we got uh, some good news and some bad news. How do you prefer it?” “Bad news first, always.” Some cereal fell out of his mouth.

“All right, bad news. We tapped into the Hawkins PD dispatch with our Cerebro, and they’re definitely looking for you. Also, they’re, uh, pretty convinced you killed Chrissy.” “Like, 100% kind of convinced.”

Eddie looked scared.

“And the good news?” “Your name hasn’t gone public yet. But, if we found out about you, it’s a matter of time before others do, too, and once that gets out, everyone and their shallow-minded mother is gonna be gunning for you.”

“Hunt the freak, right?”

“Exactly.” “Shit.”

“So before that happens, we find Venca, kill him, and prove your innocence.”

“That’s all Dustin, that’s all?”

“Yeah, no, that’s pretty much it.” “Listen, Eddie, I know everything Dustin is saying sounds totally delusional, but we’ve actually been through this before. I mean, they have a….. A few times, and…. And I have once. Mine was more human-flesh-based, theirs was more smoke-related, but the bottom line is, collectively, I really feel we got this.” Robin rambled.

“We usually rely on this girl who has super powers. But, uh, those went bye-bye, so….” Steve mumbled “So we’re technically in more of the--” Dustin cut himself off. “Kinda….” “Brainstorming phase.” Max blurted out.

“Brainstorming!” Steve snaps his fingers.

“There…. There’s nothing to worry about.” Dustin sputters.

Steve scoffs and nods. Suddenly there were police sirens. Everyone started to freak out.

“Tarp! Tarp, tarp!” Eddie got under the tarp and everyone else looked out the windows. Soon, the others in the group left to go see what was happening. Y/N stayed behind with Eddie. She was doodling on a piece of paper.

“So, what kinda music do you listen to?” Eddie looked at her from the boat.

“Oh, uh, nothing you would be into.” Y/N mumbled.

“Hmm, like, give me a general description.”

She pulls a cassette player and headphones out of the bag Dustin brought. She rifled through a few tapes and chose My Girl. She put it in and handed him the headphones. He put them on and she pressed play. She continued doodling on the paper while he listened to it. The song ended and he took the headphones off.

“That’s kinda what I expected.” She smiled.

“Yeah, I’m pretty easy to figure out.”

“It’s not really my thing, but impressive you found a tape of this song.” He handed the headphones and tape back.

“I have more older songs. All in this bag.”

He took the bag and looked inside it.

“Some newer stuff, too.”

He inspected the tapes. He picked one up and grinned. She read it and her eyes went wide. Eddie My Love.

“Damnit, I told him not to put that one in there!”

He snatched the player and headphones and started playing the song. He had a stupid smile on his face the whole time. She hid her face in embarrassment. When the song stopped he took the headphones off.

“Well, this has got to be awkward for you.”

“Yes, it’s very awkward.”

He finishes rifling through them and hands the bag and player back. She stood up.

“I’m gonna go for a walk and try and find something to liven up this place. It’s getting boring.”

He looked like he was starting to panic.

“Don’t worry, I won’t be gone long. I’m just gonna go find some flowers or something.” “What would you even put them in?” “Uh…..” Looks around and picks up an empty Yoo Hoo bottle. “Fill it with water from the lake.”

“Okay, whatever, just don’t be long.”

“I won’t.” She walks outside and starts down a path. She remembers the exact direction she goes. She picks a few flowers and some extras. She fills the bottle with water from the lake and walks back to the cabin. She puts them on the table.

“Tah da!” Eddie just looks at them. She frowns.

“You could at least pretend to like them.”

He just puts on a fake smile. She sighs, shakes her head, and sits back down on the floor to continue doodling on the piece of paper. Eddie frowns. She puts the headphones on and turns on a song. She could feel him staring at her. She glanced up at him a few times before pausing the song. She grabbed the walkie.

“Dustin?”

He took a second to respond. “Yeah?” “Is mom at work?” “Yeah, why?” “Because Eddie needs a shower. I can smell him from here.” “Hey!” Eddie exclaimed.

“She’s doing a book club after work with her lady friends. She shouldn’t be home until late. Just be careful.”

“We will.” She stands up.

“Come on. We gotta get there quick.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

They get in her car and he lays down in the back so people don’t see him. They stopped by his trailer first, luckily it wasn’t a crime scene so he could get a few changes of clothes. His uncle wasn’t there. They got to her house and they quickly got him inside without anyone seeing him. She showed him the bathroom and sat outside of it so she could hear if her mom came home early. She passed him some clothes and he walked out, his curly hair still wet. She probably stared a bit too long. She got up and quickly went into the bathroom. Eddie grinned at her flusteredness. She showered and heard him walk into her room. She let out a breath of relief. She didn’t need him looking around the house. She got out of the shower and pulled her clothes on. Mom jeans, and a green sleeveless cable net sweater vest. She hung her towel up and walked into her room. Eddie was looking through her bookshelf. She sat down at her vanity and started drying her hair. When she was finished, Eddie finally said something.

“Hey, I’m sorry if I made you upset earlier. I know you were just trying to be positive.” “It’s fine.” She put hand cream on. “Doesn’t matter.”

Eddie just decided to stay quiet. They soon left and went back to the cabin.

(2 weeks later)

Y/N and Eddie had gotten closer. Like way closer. Always laughing at something and making fun of each other. Y/N couldn’t help the feelings she started to develop for him. He was funny and charming. She had met plenty of charming men, but he was different. Those other men were loud, rough, and always trying to show her off. Eddie was different. He wasn’t pushy. He was gentle. He actually made her laugh. Today was already going well because he had agreed to let her put little flowers she found in his hair. His hair was thick enough that they would all stay in his hair. She was smiling and put the last one in.

“Ta da!” She put the small hand held mirror in front of him.

He smiled at himself in the mirror.

“I do look quite adorable.”

She adjusted a few and clapped her hands together.

“Dustin never let me do stuff like this to him.”

“Well, he’s missing out.” She giggled. It got later at night. She was sitting outside on the shoreline with Eddie. No one was on the lake so they were taking the opportunity to sit outside. Now that Y/N has kinda been “missing”, she was believed to be taken by Eddie. All according to Dustin. She had brought the tape player out and unplugged the headphones so they could both hear the songs. Eddie had grown a liking to the gentle love songs. He was still very much a metal head, but he didn’t have any of his music. Y/N was laying on the sand, looking up at the stars. At Last by Etta James started playing. Eddie stood up and held his hand out.

“Dance, m’lady?”

She smiled and blushed. She took his hand and he showed her how to slow dance.

“Eddie Munson knows how to slow dance?”

He laughed a little.

“Mmm, surprisingly yes.”

She laid her cheek on his shoulder and wrapped her arms around his neck. He was a little caught by surprise, but hugged his arms around her waist. The song ended, and she was about to pull away, but Eddie pulled her in tighter. She gulped nervously. He tipped his head back to look at her and she looked at him. His eyes glanced at her lips a few times before she suddenly kissed him. He instantly kissed her back and cupped her face in his hands. The kiss got deeper and his arms went around her. He laid her down on the sand and got on top of her. They kissed more. She felt the bulge in his pants and moaned a little. He picked her up, along with the player and carried her back inside the boathouse. He laid her down in the boat and got back on top of her. He kissed down her neck and she moaned. “Eddie…..”

“Jesus, I’ve wanted this for weeks.” He kissed back up to her lips.

She wrapped her legs around him and kissed him back passionately. They suddenly stopped when they heard cars. Eddie got off her quickly and looked out the windows. “We need to get the boat out.”

They got the boat out and started rowing it. They got to the middle of the lake and Eddie started to try and turn on the engine. He let out strings of curses and hit it a few times. Y/N looked over and saw two familiar people swimming towards them. Jason and Patrick. “Uh, Eddie…?” Eddie looked up and started cursing more. He rowed faster. Jason was gaining on them quickly, but stopped when Patrick stopped. He was yelling something at Patrick and started swimming again. He turned to Patrick again and they all let out screams. Patrick was thrown into the air.

“Not again!” Eddie backed up to the end of the boat she was at and she held onto him.

His bones snapped, making him look disfigured.

“We gotta jump.” Eddie whispered.

“What?”

“Into the water!”

Eddie got up and dove in. Y/N stood up and made eye contact with Jason.

“Y/N?”

She looked at Eddie. “I’ll catch you, just jump.”

Jason was starting to get on the boat. She jumped and Eddie, truth to his word, caught her. He started swimming surprisingly fast while carrying her. Jason was just staring at her in disbelief. She buried her face in his neck and they eventually got to the shoreline. Eddie was still carrying her. Neither of them could afford either of them lagging behind. They heard distant sirens, but were too far out for anyone to find them. They stopped at Skull Rock. Eddie set her down and she sagged against the rock.

“I’m gonna be wanted by the police now. Not just for being missing.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. You never should’ve been dragged into this shit. It’s your shit head little brother. It’s his fault.”

“Dustin didn’t know this would happen. We can’t be mad at him.”

She shivered a little. He took his leather jacket off and gave it to her. She put it on and hugged it around her. He sighed and rubbed his hands over his face.

“There’s a construction site not too far from here. In the morning I’ll see if I can get one of the worker’s walkies so we can try and contact Dustin.”

She nodded and sat down on the ground, pulling her knees up against her chest.

“Get some rest. You need it.”

She just stared at the ground.

“Y/N.” She looked up at him.

“Go to sleep. At least try. We’re not gonna be any help if we’re sleep deprived.” He sat down next to her.

She just nodded. He didn’t know if it was appropriate to comfort her so he just kept his hands together in front of him. She let out a breath and snuggled up to him. Her eyes were still wide and staring at the ground. She laid her head in his lap and curled into a ball. He put his hand on her arm and his fingers ran through her hair. She slowly shut her eyes and started dozing off. She let out soft snores and little whines every now and then. He fell asleep soon enough as well.

(The next morning)

Eddie successfully took one of their walkies and was trying to contact Dustin.

“Dustin, can you hear me? Wheeler? Anybody?!”

“Eddie. Holy shit, are you okay?” Y/N let out a breath and Eddie shook his head and rubbed his forehead

“Nah, man. Pretty…… Pretty goddamn far from okay.” “Where are you? Is Y/N with you?”

“Skull Rock. Do you know it? And yes, Y/N is with me.”

“Uh, yeah. That’s near Cornwallis and--”

“Garrett, yeah. I know where that is.” Steve interjected.

“Hold tight. We’re coming. We’re coming.”

Eddie nodded and let out a breath. He set the walkie down and covered his face with his hands. Y/N looked across from where she was sitting and at him. He tipped his head back against the rock.

“We can’t tell Dustin what happened between us. He’d freak out.”

He nodded.

“I know.” She nervously chewed on her lip.

“Are we going to talk about it?”

Y/N looked down at her hands. His face fell and he nodded.

“I get it. Heat of the moment. Meant nothing. Got it.”

“No, Eddie, that’s not-” “Y/N, I get it. You regret making out with the freak. I understand.” “You’re not a freak, Eddie.”

He stands up, frustrated.

“Oh? I’m not? Then explain why I’ve been called that almost my whole life.” “Stupid people called you that because they didn’t know anything about you. You’re the furthest thing from a freak.”

“I’ve been held back for 2 years. I’m 20 years old and still in highschool.” “So? That doesn’t make you a freak!” “THEN WHAT DOES IT MAKE ME!?” He shouted.

She went quiet. He groaned and ran his fingers through his hair. She pulled her knees up to her chest and looked away from him. She just stared at some trees.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled.” His voice was quiet and gentle.

She didn’t respond and she noticed he climbed up a tree. She just ignored him. An hour later, she heard voices. She hid behind the rock.

“Oh boom. Bada bing, bada boom. There she is Henderson. Skull Rock. In your face, man. In your stupid, cocky little face.” “Doesn’t make sense.” “Yeah, yeah. Even with it staring you in the face, you can’t admit it. Can’t admit you’re wrong, you little butthead.”

Eddie jumps down from something and they turn around fast to look at him.

“I conquer. You, Dustin Henderson, are a….. Total butthead.”

“Jesus, we thought you were a goner!” Dustin hugs him, catching him by surprise. “Yeah, me too, man. Me too.”

Steve nods at him.

“Where’s Y/N?” Dustin asked.

Y/N peeked from behind the rock and let out a breath.

“God, you guys arguing scared the shit outta me.” Y/N walked over.

Dustin almost tackled her to the ground.

“Jesus, christ!” Y/N exclaimed, trying to keep balance.

A few minutes later….

“When I got to the shore, I tried calling you guys, but, uh…..” He took a swig of his flask. “My walkie was busted, man. Drenched. So, uh, I did the thing that I do now, apparently. I ran.” He chuckled.

“Do you know what time this was? The attack?”

“Yeah, no, I….. I know exactly what time it was. My walkie wasn’t the only thing that got soaked.” He waved his watch in the air and threw it at Nancy. “9:27.” “Same time our flashlights went kablooey.” “Which means what, exactly?”

“That that surge of energy was Vecna attacking Patrick.”

“Well, we’re one step closer. We know how Vecna attacks.”

“And where he attacks from.”

“So now we just need to sneak into his lair in the Upside Down and drive a stake through his heart.”

“If he even has a heart.” “A stake? Is he like a vamp? Is he a vampire?”” It was a metaphor.” “A bullet should work on him, right?” “I say we chop his head off.”

Y/N pulls Eddie’s jacket around her more.

“I’d say all of the above, but we can’t do any of that, til we find a way into the Upside Down.”

“We need El to get her powers back.” “Everything was way easier. We had this girl. She had superpowers.”

“Superpowers. Yeah, you mentioned her.” Eddie looked at Dustin. “Hey, uh, Henderson’s not, uh, cursed, is he?” “Cursed? No, no. He’s fine. Mental? Absolutely.” “Imagine living with him.” Y/N mumbled.

Dustin waved his arms and shouted.

“Boom!” It echoed and he pointed at Steve. “Bada… bada… boom. I was right. Skull Rock was north.”

“Seriously? You’re serious?” “Mm-hmm.”

“This is Skull Rock. Okay?” “Mm-hmm.” “You’re totally, absolutely, 100% wrong. Right now.” “Yes. And no.”

“Oh, my god.”

“This compass worked correctly when we left the Wheelers. It was correct when we got in the car on Curly. But, it started to slip the further east we went. Now, it’s way off. When I was leading us here, I wasn’t wrong. The compass was.”

“So you’re using faulty equipment. Dude, you’re still wrong.”

“Except it isn’t faulty. Lucas, remember what can affect a compass?” “An electromagnetic field.” “Yep.” “Sorry, I must’ve skipped that class.”

“In the presence of a stronger electromagnetic field, the needle will deflect towards that power. So either there’s some super big magnet around here, or…..” “There’s a gate.” Lucas finished his sentence.

“But, we’re nowhere near the lab.”

“But what if, somehow, there’s another gate? A gate that we don’t know about. It’d have to be smaller. Way less powerful.” “Snack-size gate.”

“How? Why?”

“No idea. All I know is that something is causing this disturbance, and the last we’ve seen anything like it, it was a gate. And I hope it is because then we’d have a way to Vecna. And a shot at freeing Max from this curse.” “Where are you going? Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Eddie’s still a wanted man. We can’t just go for a hike in the woods.” “This little steel capsule might be the key to saving both Max and Eddie. What say you, Eddie the Banished?”

“I say you’re asking me to follow you into Mordor, which, if I'm totally straight with you, I think it’s a really bad idea. But, uh, the Shire…. The Shire is burning.” Dustin started jumping and Eddie stood up. “So Mordor it is.”

Everyone started walking.

“What is Mordor?” Eddie suddenly went back to grab his stuff.

“Get your stuff dude. Let’s go.”

Y/N trailed behind the group. She heard the distant clock ticking. Just like Max kept describing. She shook it off and kept following. She was kinda lagging behind. They eventually get back to the lake when it’s dark. Dustin’s compass is still freaking out. “Something’s happening…” “Dustin? Can you slow down? Dustin?”

“I think we’re getting close!” They get to the shore.

“Watch your step, big guy.”

“Oh, man. You gotta be shitting me.” Steve cursed.

“Yeah, I thought these woods were familiar.” “Lover’s Lake.” Robin said in awe.

“This is confounding.”

“There’s a gate in Lover’s Lake?” Max asked.

“Whenever the Demogorgon attacked, it always left an opening. Maybe Vecna’s the same way.” “Yeah, only one way to find out.”

They get the boat. “Easy. I…. I said easy, man.” “Sorry, dude.”

Robin grabbed their heads and stepped onto the boat. Nancy got on the boat. Y/N took Eddie’s offered hand and he helped her on the boat. Robin gave her a look and grinned. Dustin tried to get on, but Eddie pushed him back. “Trying to sink us? This boat holds 4 people, tops.”

Nancy got Dustin to stay. Steve got on the boat and Dustin scoffed.

“You said 4 people.”

“Sorry….” They rowed off into the lake. Y/N was sitting next to Eddie. They agreed Steve would go into the lake. He dove in and they all sat in silence waiting for him. He suddenly popped up after a long time, splashing them. Eddie let out a curse. Steve was explaining what he saw and suddenly was dragged under by something.

“Steve!” Nancy and Robin shouted.

They both wasted no time and jumped in after him. Eddie was panicking and Y/N stood up.

“Y/N, no, what are you doing?” She dove in. Soon enough, she was back there. The Upside down. Red thunder, screeching. Just like her nightmares. She ran over to the girls who were helping Steve fight off bat looking things. She grabbed one of the oars and started beating one up. She got bit by one and let out a shout. It managed to lift her in the air and she started wrestling around with it. Everyone was freaking out.

“Get off me, you son of a bitch!” She kicked it and started falling.

Eddie caught her in time and she let out a breath.

“Y/N!” Robin threw her a hairspray can.

Y/N grinned. Robin lit the lighter she had and Y/N sprayed the flame. The bats screeched and flew from the fire, in turn, flew away from Steve and Nancy. She stopped spraying when they all went away. Robin gave her the lighter and she put it in her pocket. She breathed heavily. They all agreed to go to Nancy’s to get her guns. As usual, she stayed a little behind the group. Eddie was talking to Steve and Robin was talking to Nancy. When it seemed Eddie was done with Steve he stopped walking until Y/N caught up with him.

“That was pretty badass back there.”

“Huh?” “The fire thing.” “Oh, uh, thanks.”

They were quiet for a minute.

“Look, I know we kinda had a fight and I was completely in the wrong for it.” She just glanced at him and shoved her hands in her pockets.

“I really like you, Y/N. Like, a lot. Like, never felt this a lot. And, I don’t want to be the reason it ended before it even started. I know I messed up. I was stressed out and you were just trying to help-” She interrupted him by grabbing his hand and threading her fingers with his.

“No more talking.” He just nodded and they kept walking. They got to Nancy’s house. She was freaking out. Everything was stuck 2 years in the past. They found a way to communicate with Dustin. They found a way out. Robin climbed the sheet rope thing and fell on the mattress landing pad Dustin had put down. Eddie went next. Then Y/N. She hit the mattress and Eddie helped her up.

(I refuse to go in the ST4 timeline CORRECTLY from here.)

Steve and Nancy went. They found a way to kill Vecna and did so. Eddie and Y/N’s name were cleared. Y/N was still reeling from the events. All the progress in her mental health dissipated. She almost didn’t graduate this year, but Eddie helped her because he was determined to graduate. Eddie was pretty badly hurt in the upside down. The bats got to him and almost tore him up, but they got him help in time. She also found his guitar solo to distract the bats pretty fucking sexy. She almost lost the person who had become her whole world.

(In the upside down while Eddie was close to bleeding out.) Eddie was in Y/N’s arms while Dustin used scraps of fabric to tie up his wounds. Eddie coughed and groaned in pain. Dustin figured there was something going on between them, but didn’t say anything.

“I think this is finally my year. sweetheart.” Eddie choked.

“Yeah, yeah, it is. I promise.” Y/N put a hand on his cheek and he leaned into it.

“Who knows if they’ll let me graduate-” He let out a groan when Dustin tightened a scrap of fabric. “I’m a wanted man, ya know. You kissed a criminal.”

“Don’t worry about that right now.”

“You look really pretty right now, doll.” She let out a wet laugh, given she was still crying, and Dustin groaned.

“Ew….”

Eddie chuckled and she felt him hold her hand, intertwining his fingers with her. Dustin chose to ignore it.

A little later, Steve, Nancy, and Robin all helped Get Eddie back to the normal world safely. They got him to a hospital. Despite at that time being a wanted felon, the staff still helped him. Dustin and Steve were working on getting his and Y/N’s names cleared. Meaning they had to convince everyone that the Upside Down actually existed. Eddie was still passed out from his surgery. Y/N was visiting. She had been there when he first got there, but his Uncle sent her home so she could get some much needed sleep. She walked into his hospital room and saw Wayne reading a book to him at his bedside. Lord of The Rings. Eddie’s favorite. She smiled and leaned against the wall watching them. He looked up and saw her. He smiled a little and finished the Chapter he was on. He stood up.

“Well, I’ll give you two some alone time.” He put a hand on her shoulder before walking out.

She sat down where he was sitting before and curled her knees up to her chest. He had breathing tubes and was breathing steadily, still asleep. They hadn’t really made up, but she was going to talk to him about it when he felt better. She heard slight groaning and looked over. He was waking up. She sat up a little and his eyes opened slowly. She smiled at him.

“Welcome back, big guy.”

He groaned and pressed the palm of his hand against his forehead.

“Jesus, christ….”

She sat normally and he sat up a little, grunting. She smiled softly at him and he looked at her a little surprised.

“What are you doing here? What am I doing here?”

“You don’t remember?” “Well….. Yes, I do, but I just assumed when everything went dark….. I died.” Her lip quivered suddenly.

“Don’t say that….” “Shit, I’m sorry, sweetheart.” She felt her heart melt at the pet name a little. She curled her knees back up to her chest and laid her chin on top of her knees. He looked down at her hands.

“Your Uncle’s here by the way.” She took something she was wearing off.

It was his guitar pick necklace. He took it.

“I figured you’d be pretty sad without it.”

“My necklace shouldn’t have been your priority.”

“Well…. I wasn’t sure you’d make it so I wanted…..”

“Wanted what?”

“I don’t know…. A piece of you….. I guess.”

He smiled a little.

“Don’t think I’m getting all soft on you.”

He grabbed her hand and gently kissed the top of it. She teared up a little.

“What happened to my happy girl? I miss getting all happy about putting flowers in my hair, Y/N.”

She sighed.

“I’m just worried.”

“Hey, look, I’m okay. Everything’s okay.”

She sniffled and blinked the tears away. She smiled a little.

“Yeah, I know.”

The door opened and Wayne walked back in with a coffee cup.

“Hey, look who's awake!” Wayne smiled big.

Eddie smiled.

“Hey.”

Wayne hugged him. Y/N excused herself when his bandmates came and she left. She updated everyone in the group on Eddie.

(A few weeks later) It was graduation. Y/N, Nancy, Robin, and Eddie were all graduating. Y/N and Eddie still hadn’t decided if they were going to become official or not. They still hadn’t told Dustin anything even though Dustin already knew something happened between them. Robin walked first. Then Y/N. Then Eddie. Then Nancy. When they were excused, she found the group. Eddie had his polaroid camera. He was taking pictures of everyone. He had ended up giving the camera to Dustin because everyone wanted him in some of the pictures. Dustin and Y/N’s mom were bossing the two around to pose like they liked each other so they could get some pictures. She posed with everyone in the group.

“Hey guys.” Everyone stopped when they heard a familiar voice. They turned around and saw Jonathan, Mike, Will, El, and another guy no one recognized. Jonathan hugged Nancy tight. El was talking with Max. Mike and Will were talking to Dustin and Lucas. Steve was with Robin talking to the new guy they soon found out was named Argyle. Y/N was looking at some pictures a little ways away from the group when she felt someone kiss her cheek and heard the camera click. She looked up and saw Eddie shaking the newly printed picture.

“So,” Eddie grabbed her hands, making her drop the pictures and looked at her. “I’m done avoiding the fact that we need each other.”

She looked up at him and he squeezed her hands tighter.

“Are you sure?” Y/N’s voice was a little shaky.

He smiled brightly.

“Of course, sweetheart. You got me through all that Vecna shit. You’re the reason I’m still here.” She teared up and felt a tear roll down her cheek.

“It was Dustin, too….” Y/N mumbled.

He laughed a little.

“Yes, that little shithead helped, too.”

He moved his hands to her face and cupped her cheeks.

“Please tell me you’ll take me, sweetheart.” His thumb wiped away tears that fell.

They both knew everyone was looking at them. It was painfully obvious. She nodded.

“Yeah.”

“Yes?” Eddie smiled wide.

“Yes!” She laughed. He practically tackled her. He kissed her deeply and she instantly kissed her back. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he dipped her backwards a little. She giggled. He kissed all over her face and hugged her tightly, burying his face in her neck. She glanced over and rolled her eyes. Steve was grinning. Robin was giving them thumbs up while smiling. Jonathan and Nancy weren’t paying attention. Dustin looked disgusted. Mike and Lucas were just smiling. Her mom was sobbing. Happy tears of course. Wayne was sneaking a picture of them. Max and El were giggling. Will was confused. Mike quickly explained and he finally got it. Eddie pulled back and dug something out of his pocket.

“Here, I made you something.” He pulled her hand out and placed something in the palm of her hand. It was a guitar pick necklace. It looked identical to his.

“It was my second pick. The one I actually played with.” “Eddie-” “Don’t. I got another one, I promise.” He grinned.

He helped her put it on.

“I love it.”

(Later that night)

Y/N was at Eddie’s Trailer. Wayne was at work. She was wearing one of his Hellfire shirts and just her panties. She was on the bed gluing the pictures into a scrapbook while Eddie showered. She kept a few for herself. Mostly the ones Dustin took of her and Eddie. She dedicated a page to Corroded Coffin. They played at the graduation party. Everyone loved them. She thought he looked extremely hot playing up there. She heard the bathroom door open and he walked into the bedroom wearing sweatpants and pulling on a sleeveless Iron Maiden shirt. He looked at her and grinned.

“Damn, you look sexy.” She rolled her eyes and smiled. She held up the scrapbook page of his band.

“Seal of approval?” He took it and inspected it with a smile.

“I love it.” She smiled in triumph.

“Good.”

He flopped down next to her on the bed, scattering unglued pictures.

“Eddie!” She whined.

“Oh, sorry, sweetheart.”

She flipped to the page where she was gonna put the graduation pictures and used some markers to decorate it before gluing pictures on. He was laying his head in her lap. Her thigh was now wet because his hair hadn’t dried yet. She held up the graduation page.

“What do you think?”

He looked at it.

“Looks good, babe.”

She set the stuff on the floor and laid down next to him. He pulled the covers over them.

“Wayne got me a new mattress by the way.” “Ah, I was wondering where the smell of bong water and pee went.” “Hey, I’ll have you know, I only pissed in the bed when I was a kid.”

She giggled.

“I know.”

He lit a cigarette and she snuggled close to him.

“You don’t mind the smoking, right?” “No.”

“Are you sure?” “Yeah. I don’t mind.” “Well, because there's also the weed…” “Eddie, I really don’t care.”

“Okay, just making sure.”

She sighed and drew circles on his chest.

“What’s up? You seem off.” Eddie looked down at her. “Well, I guess I’m just a little nervous.” “Why?”

“I got into a college in Indianapolis.”

“That’s great! Why are you so nervous?”

“Leaving everyone. Especially you and Dustin. I’m worried about him. I obviously know he’d be fine and I’d only be a few hours away, but like what if something happens to him and I’m too far away so I don’t know.”

“He’ll be fine. That little shithead’s invincible.”

She laughed a little then frowned.

“And what about you? Everyone still thinks you’re a freak.”

“Everyone will always think I’m a freak. Doesn’t matter. Plus, I’ll be fine. Wayne said I can live here rent free until I get on my feet. I get money from drug dealing. Yes, I know you don’t really like it. And, Steve said he’d hook me up with a job at Family Video. I’ll be fine.” “Well, what about us?”

“Us? We’ll be fine. I can drive. I’ll visit as much as I can. I’ll try and be with you as much as I can when you visit here. Send letters. All the sappy couple shit.” She giggled.

“There’s nothing to worry about. We’ll be fine.”

He kissed the top of her head. She sat up and straddled his hips. He looked up at her with a grin.

“What’s going on here?” He put his hands on her hips.

“Sit up.” He sits up and she grabs her scrunchie off the nightstand and pulls Eddie’s hair up into a manbun. She smiled and pulled some strands out and fluffed his bangs out a little. He reached over and pulled something out of his nightstand drawer. They were little plastic flower clips. Her jaw dropped.

“I obviously couldn’t save the real ones so I bought these. Definitely got a few weird looks in the store.”

She pulled one out and started dotting them through his hair. He had turned on his music halfway through, but kept it quiet. She had kinda grown to like his metal music. Given she thought his band was the coolest thing on the planet. She giggled when she finished. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him gently. He spoke quietly against his lips.

“There’s my girl. I missed her.” She kept smiling and kissed him again. He kissed her back.

(2 weeks later) Y/N was moving for college. Eddie was driving with her while Steve drove her car for her behind them. Eddie’s van was big enough to fit all her stuff. She was saying bye to her mom and everyone else. Her mom was sobbing uncontrollably, making Y/N cry.

“Mom, I swear I’ll keep in contact. I’m not gonna leave completely.” Y/N hugged her tight, sniffling.

Claudia finally pulled away and she said tearful goodbyes to everyone else. Nancy was leaving for college the same day so Y/N knew she wasn’t gonna see her for a while. Robin was nearly hysterical. They finally left and she was looking out the van window, still crying a little. Eddie was holding her hand while driving.

“Remember, you don’t have to be sorry for growing up and leaving.” Eddie spoke softly.

“...I know.”

She squeezed his hand and he kissed the back of it. They soon got to the college. Eddie and Steve helped her unload all her stuff into her dorm. Luckily, she was by herself. She said her goodbyes to Steve and he left them alone in the dorm room. She hugged her arms tight around Eddie’s waist and she was crying into his chest. Eddie was crying, too, but not as hard as her. His arms were around her shoulders.

“I-I don’t w-want you to g-go.” Y/N sobbed. “I don’t want to go, either.”

She pressed her face deeper into his chest. She leaned up and kissed him deeply. He cupped her face and kissed her back. She eventually pulled away and put something on his wrist. It was her scrunchie.

“This is your favorite one, though.” “I know. It’s safer with you.”

He lifted up her guitar pick and kissed it.

“Take care of Dustin for me, okay?” She looked up at him with red eyes.

“I will. I promise, sweetheart.”

She kissed him one more time and he left. She sat down on her unmade bed and sniffled.

(November 5th 1986…. 5 months later.) Y/N was surprising everyone. She was driving back to Hawkins and staying for 2 weeks. She got there and pulled into the driveway. She figured Dustin was at school and her mom was at work. She did however know 3 people who weren’t at school. She knew exactly where they were, too. She unloaded all her stuff into her old bedroom. She looked around and smiled at the memories. She got back into her car and started driving. She was frankly, a little sick of driving. She pulled up to Family Video. She walked in and didn’t see anyone at the front counter. There was chatter in the back room.

“No, Munson, we are not putting Friday the Thirteenth on the screens! We’ll all be fired!” Steve exclaimed.

“Oh, come on! Stop being so boring!” Eddie groaned.

“You’re both dinguses.”

Y/N giggled quietly and rang the little bell at the front.

“See, now look at you, too! You’re arguing and we have customers!” She saw Robin step out.

“Welcome to Family Video, how may I help you-” She looked up and her eyes went wide.

Y/N smiled and waved.

“Oh, my god!” Robin squealed and ran over, tackling Y/N in a hug.

Y/N laughed and hugged her back. She saw Steve walk out, confused. He hugged her tight. She saw Eddie step out looking down at something, ignoring the ruckus. He had the headphones she gave him on. He was stocking shelves. She finished saying hi to the two idiots and walked over to Eddie. She tapped his shoulder and he took the headphones off and turned around. She heard Iron Maiden blaring through the speakers. He looked at her and it took a second for him to realize it was her standing there. His eyes went wide and she was suddenly picked up and shaken around. She giggled and hugged him tight. He buried his face in her hair.

“Okay, love birds. Get outta here.” Steve set all of Eddie’s things down on the counter.

“Huh?” Eddie looked at him.

“You can go. We’ll just tell Keith you got sick.” Robin leaned against the counter.

He grinned and picked his stuff up. They walked out.

“Where’s your van?” “Oh, Steve picked me up. No gas.”

“Ah.”

They got to her car and he pressed her up against the side of it. She smiled at him and he kissed her deeply. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. He pulled away after a minute and kissed all over her face, making her giggle.

“God, I missed you so much, sweetheart….” Eddie’s voice was soft in her ear.

“I missed you, too.”

He looked at her, suddenly confused.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” “It was supposed to be a surprise!” Y/N giggled.

“Wait, so like Dustin and your mom don’t know?” “No, they don't. I was gonna pick Dustin up from school and surprise him.” Eddie checked his watch.

“Better get to it. He’s out in 20 minutes.” They quickly got in the car and drove to the school. Y/N leaned against the car and Eddie stood next to her. The bell rang and people started filing out of the school. Y/N suddenly recognized a certain redhead walking with 2 noisy boys. Y/N smiled when Max looked up and saw her. Her eyes went wide and she hit Dustin’s stomach hard, making him choke a little. Max pointed at Y/N and Dustin looked over. Dustin’s eyes went wide and he booked it over to her, tackling her in a hug. She laughed and hugged him back. They went home, Eddie included, and waited for her mom to get home. When she did, she did cry. Like always. It was late at night and Eddie was staying the night. She was sitting on the couch cuddled up to him watching a movie with him and Dustin. He was running his fingers through her hair aimlessly. She smiled a little and pressed closer into him. He kissed the top of her head and she twined her fingers with his, holding on tight to his free hand. When the movie was over, he went upstairs with Y/N. Eddie, being the gentleman he is, was only there to help her fall asleep, then retire to the couch per Claudia’s request. There was one thing though that the two of them had yet to do together. They had talked about it before and Y/N still hadn’t ever done such thing and Eddie was being very patient with her. She pulled her clothes off and looked around in her bag for pajamas. She grumbled a curse and pulled out the old Hellfire shirt and some gray sleeping shorts. She was about to put them on, but felt Eddie come up behind her and put his hands on her waist, slowly sliding them to her belly.

“Ya know… we’ve still never….” She gulped nervously. She was almost 19 and still yet to have sex with her boyfriend. She knew he was going to wait as long as she needed, but she also felt a little guilty.

“If you’re not ready, I understand. I can wait.” He kissed her shoulder.

She took a deep breath.

“We’re gonna have to be quiet.” She felt him smile against her shoulder.

“Just be gentle, okay?” “I will, I promise, sweetheart.”

He turned her around and started kissing her neck. She moaned softly. His hands went down to the back of her thighs, bending at his knees a little, and picked her up. She yelped a little and he laid her down on the bed and got on top of her. She pulled his shirt off and he managed to get his socks off while making out with her. She ran her nails down his back and moaned. He quickly put a hand over her mouth. “That was loud, sweetheart.” “Sorry…” Her voice was muffled.

He kissed further down her chest and pulled her panties off. He spread her legs apart and settled between them.

“Can I, sweetheart?”

She nodded.

“Words. I need words.” “Yes, you can.” He smiled and started kissing the inside of her thigh. She put a hand over her mouth when he started eating her out. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she bucked up against his mouth. He held her hips down and sucked. She let out a loud moan that was muffled by her hand. She cursed silently, knowing she was gonna have an awkward morning with everyone. He stopped and looked up at her. She was panting and her hand fell from her mouth. She felt his finger press up against her entrance. She tensed up.

“Can I? It might help a little if we make it to the real thing tonight.”

She bit her lip, unsure.

“We don’t have to.” He kissed her belly and rubbed the outside of her thigh. “I don’t wanna make you do something you don’t want to.” She shook her head.

“N-No, please do it. I want you to.”

“Are you sure?” “Yes.” He nodded and slowly pushed his middle finger inside her. She winced a little and then moaned a little. It felt good, but kinda hurt. He slowly moved it in and out. She felt him suck hickeys into her thigh. He went a little faster and she felt her legs start to shake. He whispered encouragements and slipped another finger inside. She clamped a hand down over her mouth hard and moaned.

“Cum for me, sweetheart….” Eddie mumbled while licking her clit.

She cried out, muffling it, and came hard around his fingers. He smiled and licked up everything. He kissed back up her body and kissed her deeply. She tasted herself on his lips. He pulled away and she reached down to get his pants off. He laughed and grabbed her hands.

“Woah there. Calm down. We’re gonna wait okay? When we have more privacy.” She pouted and he kissed her forehead.

“I promise it’ll be worth it, okay?” She just nodded and he kissed her knuckles. He opened his mouth to say something, but stopped suddenly. She saw a cloud of emotion in his eyes appear and he teared up a little. She cupped his face.

“What’s wrong?”

“I-..... God, I love you.” She gasped. They hadn’t said it until now. Either of them. She smiled wide, threw her arms around his neck and kissed him hard. He smiled into it and she pulled away and kissed all over his face.

“Say it again.” “I love you!” Eddie laughed.

She kissed him again

“I love you, too.” She mumbled over and over again between kisses.

He eventually left the room after many more kisses and many more I love you’s. She fell asleep pretty fast and woke up the next morning to bustling in the kitchen. It was a weekend so Dustin was gonna be home. She stretched and walked downstairs. Luckily, no one said anything about the noises and her mom and Dustin didn’t seem to even know they happened. Unless they’re just really good at acting. She smiled and leaned against the counter as she watched Eddie and Dustin fight over whether there should be chocolate chips in the pancakes. She walked over and poured some in the batter and mixed it up. They both went quiet. She kissed Eddie’s cheek and ruffled Dustin’s hair before sitting down at the counter. Eddie came up behind her while Claudia started breakfast and Dustin went upstairs to do something. He kissed the back of her head.

“Happy birthday….”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #friends to lovers #stranger things #eddie munson x henderson!reader #eddie munson smut

[sunsetsixx]

lace & silk

a/n: this is a beyond random post for me here at sunsetsixx hq but as a journalism major & previous owner of a multifandom writing blog i guess i was bound to return to my roots at some point ! this isnt me becoming a writing blog, instead just a one-off fic of an idea thats been floating around in my brain for the last 2 weeks that came to fruition in a google doc at 2am. i dont know if theres even an audience for this besides me & maybe like 3 other people in my notifs so enjoy if you wanna & pls dont judge my out of practice writing too much <3

pairing: current!vince neil x fem!reader

word count: 2315

warnings: smutty dialogue, light (?) smut, mentions of tommy & brittany getting it on lmfao, a highly unrealistic take on the behind the scenes of the stadium tour that was necessary for the plot

“Can you fuckin’ believe we’re already halfway through this tour?” Brittany asked, shaking her head as the two of us walked back to where the buses were parked. “I swear to God we just hopped on that plane to Atlanta like yesterday.”

“Seriously.” I nodded in agreement. “Time has flown.” 

“It’s been a crazy ride. Like so fun.” 

“If I’m being honest though, it’s really not as chaotic as I thought it would be.”

“Really? What do you mean?” She asked.

“I don’t know…I guess it’s just different actually living the modern day reality. We’ve heard and read all these insane stories of them in the 80s but obviously life just isn’t like that anymore.” I let out a short laugh. “No real backstage shenanigans…it’s funny to see how much they’ve mellowed out over the years.”

“Girl you’re lucky you don’t have to deal with shenanigans. My husband thinks it’s funny to light shit on fire with hairspray every five seconds. There’s literally never a dull moment in that dressing room.” 

“I don’t know if I’m jealous or not.” I said laughing. “We keep it pretty chill in ours. Mainly just me helping with his outfit and hair. Lots of Fiji water and listening to Sammy Hagar’s solo stuff as ‘pump up’ music.” I explained as Brittany laughed this time. 

By this point in the conversation, we had made it to tonight’s stadium’s back parking lot where our temporary homes were located. All of the buses were set up in a line with the lights on, as if ready to drive off at any minute. But from the looks of Brittany’s face, and the absence of our men, we weren’t going anywhere anytime soon. 

“Hold up.” She said, a look of disbelief gracing her features. 

“What?” I asked, laughing in confusion. 

“You’re telling me that you and Vince Neil haven’t fucked in your dressing room this entire time?” 

My mind began to rewind as many shows back as it could remember, but nothing of the sort stood out. I shook my head at her. “No. Just in the hotels and a couple times on the bus…” I trailed off as my gaze wandered over to the vehicle in question, all kinds of memories from the first week flooding back when Vince so romantically suggested “breaking in the new place” with multiple rounds on multiple surfaces. 

“(y/n)! What are you even doing? You’re a tour wife man, you gotta act like it!” She joked, lightly hitting my arm with her bag. 

“I don’t know! I guess it just always gets too busy back there, especially with all the meet and greets and photoshoots and filming…I never wanted to tire him out before the show or whatever. I haven’t even thought about it too much.”

“The rushing around is what makes it so good though. Tommy & I were like rabbits back in St. Louis. I don’t know what was in that water but shit got crazy.” 

I nodded, thinking about everything my best friend was saying. “You might be right, Britt. Truly what am I doing if not the lead singer in the sleaziest band to walk this earth backstage? It’s a disgrace to their reputation, honestly.” I said, shaking my head. 

“There you go!” She laughed. “Just because they’re getting older doesn’t mean we are too. We gotta keep them on their toes babe.” 

“You always do make a good point Ms. Furlan-Lee.” I replied, and the two of us broke out into laughter. We stood outside scrolling through our phones and judging each other’s Instagram feeds for a few more minutes before we were finally joined by the men of the hour. 

“Goodnight guys! See you on the next!” Nikki’s slightly raspy post-show voice called out. He was walking up with Courtney and a sleeping Ruby in tow on the way to their bus as well. 

“See you dude!” An unmistakable voice yelled back, followed by the appearance of the lankiest guy of the bunch, still somehow with a single drumstick in hand. 

Finally I caught a glimpse of my specific man of the hour, who had traded in the bright red glitter and leathers of his stage costume for a pair of camo shorts and a black tank top. His signature chain hung around his neck and for some reason he was also still adorning sunglasses at 1:30 in the morning. 

“There you are.” I said smiling as he walked up. 

“Hey lovey.” He said, wrapping me in a hug and pressing a short kiss to the top of my head. 

“You tired?” I asked, still in his arms. 

“Yeah I could sleep. Fuckin’ awesome show though. I still can’t believe how many people are actually showing up.” 

I scoffed at his words. “That’s the dumbest thing you’ve ever said. This is literally the tour of the century. People are gonna be showing up for you guys forever.” 

He smiled and shrugged his shoulders. “Hopefully.” 

He gave my back a quick rub before motioning for us to get on our bus so we could start off to the next city. As we got ready for bed, my conversation with Brittany played over and over in my head, and the more I thought about it, the more I realized she was right. 

I just said it too– this is the tour of the fucking century. I need to start treating it like that for myself and my man. Tomorrow is a new day full of new experiences and new ideas and new desires. A million possible ways I could go about what I wanted to do swirled around in my brain, but as I settled under the covers of our shared bed in the back room, a lightbulb moment was had. 

~

The next night began like every other after we arrived at the latest stadium and got everything settled. Crüe was closing the show tonight, which meant we all had more time to hang backstage. We were currently in an in-between period between Poison and Def Leppard, meaning there was about two hours until Crüe’s set. Vince was mostly ready to go, and was over in someone else’s room with the rest of the guys in the band hanging out and doing whatever other pre-show rituals they all partake in these days. 

I was in his dressing room, putting last night’s ideas into action. I was nervous for a million different reasons; nervous he’d shun me off if there wasn’t enough time, nervous he’d think I was trying to act like some groupie on the Girls Girls Girls tour, nervous the idea my brain had conjured up was overstepping or I’d get in trouble with their stylist somehow. Lots of nerves. I just hoped Brittany’s advice was right to take for Vince and me. 

After connecting my phone to the speaker and turning some music up decently loud, I began the action steps of my plan. I grabbed my tote bag and wandered into the bathroom. I took off the ripped blue jeans and tank top I had been sporting all day and opted for something more…(well technically, less) appropriate. I had dug out one of my red teddies from my luggage on the bus, a lacey number I knew was one of Vince’s favorites, and slipped it on in place of my clothes. I touched up my makeup that had begun to flake off over the course of the day, and ran a brush through my hair. 

Once satisfied, I walked back out into the now much more noticeably cold air of the dressing room for the main operation. 

There on a silver rack hung Vinnie’s most prized possession this tour– a floor length, silk piece of art hand painted with Japanese symbols in reds, golds, and royal blue covering the back. I ran my hands down the oversized sleeves as it hung there, looking like something that should’ve been in the MOMA rather than trekking around dingy baseball stadium hallways being diligently followed by a short woman with a portable steamer. 

It had been almost a month of The Stadium Tour and I hadn’t dared to touch it, especially not after seeing how pissed off Vince got when someone (still a mystery who) stole his original show pants from backstage. Tonight was different though. I needed it to help me with the fantasy I had dreamed up after a middle-of-the-night conversation in a parking lot in Cleveland with my best friend. 

I took a deep breath before carefully taking it off the hanger and placing it on me. My smaller frame was of course drowning in it, since the length and size was custom made for Vince. I tiptoed over to the full length mirror hanging on the wall, careful not to drag too much of it on the floor. 

My eyes went wide as I took in the sight of myself. Bright red lace hugging my hips and chest perfectly, (the bodysuit had been a gift from Vince last Christmas, something that actually was custom made for my body’s measurements), with the iconic Wild Side performance look draped over my shoulders. I felt expensive– high class even, and now understood why Vince was always on such a high between the opening song and Shout at the Devil. This piece was enough to make anyone’s ego go through the roof. 

I tied the kimono up in the front to conceal what lay underneath and took a deep breath before walking back over to sit on one of the couches. My back was facing the door, so the surprise wouldn’t be ruined when he came back in, which after seeing the clock turn to 6:39pm, realized should be almost any minute now. 

I smoothed my hair over a few more times with my hand and picked at some stray nail polish that had chipped off onto my cuticles. My mind wandered to the endless amount of reactions he could have at the sight of me until they weren’t just fantasies anymore, but the real thing. 

It took everything in me not to jump off the couch like some sort of rabid animal in anticipation when I heard the doorknob turn and the heavy door creak open. 

“Hey baby, have you see my kim–” 

The sentence died in his throat as I rose from the couch in the very article of clothing he was asking about not a second before. I smiled innocently up at him as his wide eyes looked me up and down. 

I walked toward him, making a show of my bare legs peeking through the soft fabric with every stride forward. He bit his bottom lip when I placed my hands in his. 

“This what you were looking for?” I offered, officially setting the backstage plan into motion. 

“Oh yeah…” He trailed off, letting go of one of my hands so he could twirl me around. “Look at you baby doll.” 

“I got you a present.” I said softly, after a moment. His eyebrows raised when I didn’t continue. Finally I walked backward a couple steps and held my arms out so the kimono’s tie was on display. “You have to unwrap it.” 

He practically pounced on me the second the words exited my mouth. He pulled the silk fabric gently and the loose knot fell, allowing a glimpse of what was underneath to show through.

“You fuckin’ tease.” He said in a low voice, still smiling like a kid in a candy store. The plan was working. 

His hand graced my shoulder as he pushed one arm of the robe off so it draped down my back. “You want something tonight, huh sugar?” He asked, pressing a short kiss to the underside of my jaw. My eyes fluttered closed at the touches, almost completely abandoning the act then and there. I did my best to stay strong. 

“Don’t you have a show in an hour?” I teased, taking a small step back. 

His face dropped. “Don’t you start. Those fuckers can wait.” 

Before I knew it, I was being lifted up and carried towards the couch. He laid me down so my head was on the armrest as he hovered over me. I ran my hands up his tattooed arms as his lips pressed down onto mine. 

He ran his hands over the red lace that clung to my skin and massaged my soft flesh underneath. The couch was beyond uncomfortable, but I found I didn’t care at all when Vince was touching me like this. 

As we made out, his right hand snaked around my back to undo the thin fabric and pull it down my body. I started to slide the kimono off my shoulders to give him more access as well. 

“No.” He said and put his hand on my arm. “Leave it on. My girl wants to play dirty tonight, right?”

I bit my lip and took a deep breath through my nose as I nodded in response.

“That’s what I thought. You want me to fuck you in this then wear it onstage in front of 40,000 people…is that it?” He whispered.

Any and all facade of confidence and calmness I previously had completely melted away at his words. Just the thought of him putting it back on later after these less than wholesome activities to go sing in front of a stadium full of unsuspecting fans had me shuddering in anticipation. He started kissing down my jaw and neck again until he reached my heaving chest. 

“God I love these tits.” He spoke softly. “Especially when they’re filling out this outfit.” He trailed his hand over the kimono once again, down my curves until he reached the part of me dripping with need. 

“You’re lucky I got an extra one of these baby…because you’re gonna be the fucking death of me.”

#vince neil #motley crue #mötley crüe #the dirt #vince neil x reader #vince neil imagine #vince neil fanfic #vince neil smut #vince neil fluff #vince neil the dirt #the dirt imagines #the dirt movie #the dirt cast #daniel webber #vince neil x you #motley crue imagine #motley crue smut #motley crue x reader #motley crue fanfic #sunsetsixx.gif

[dmwrites]

The perimeter was a place of innovation and imagination. A little scary, sure, when compared to the sweet theme park next door, but hey, Doc figured, it was home to him. The scariest place, honestly, was down at the bottom of the perimeter at night. It was like Doc was the leader of a writhing pit of death- kinda badass, not gonna lie.

Doc kept to himself most of the time, busy with the hivemind and his redstone projects. He knew enough, like that Grian and Scar were annoying, Ren had become a king and was very annoying, and he’d even heard whispers of a resistance. But, he kept his head down, only fighting back when he needed to put someone in their place. Like declaring independence from Ren the so-called king. Stuff like that.

So, it was with great surprise that Doc looked down into the perimeter one night, awoken by a loud storm, to see a light moving around. Someone was down there, fighting off mobs like a madman.

“What the fuck?” Doc mumbled, throwing on a raincoat and elytra over his pajama pants- he didn’t bother with armor, since the mobs saw him as just another mob and wouldn’t attack, although he did grab a sword at the last second. He jumped down, eyes on the blurry light. Whoever it was down here, whichever stupid hermit had fallen down here assumedly, they were fighting for their lives. Doc took out his sword, ready to help.

And then, the torch the hermit was holding passed by their face, and it was Ren, the king himself, fighting harder then Doc had ever seen him fight.

“REN?” Doc couldn’t help but shout out in shock. He wasn’t sure if he could even be heard over the pouring rain and the mob sounds. But then again, Ren was still a dog, so of course he heard him. Turned his whole body, in fact, to watch Doc land.

“Doc! Help!” Ren shouted, just as a skeleton shot him in the shoulder. He howled, clutching at it, and turned to slay it. For a moment, Doc stood in shocked stillness. Ren the king was his enemy, a bitter foe. He should just let the dog die in the rain and go back to bed.

Doc strode forward instead, the mobs parting for him, all too focused on the dog. It was raining so hard that Ren was a blurry outline, only the torch light separating him from the mobs. Doc checked his inventory and found several stacks of dirt, and began making a big box around Ren as he fought off the nearby mobs.

When he’d finished, he jumped down, watching Ren kill the last remaining zombie inside the wall. Ren set down his torch and let his sword clatter from his hands, chest heaving.

Doc drew his sword once more and pointed it right at Ren. “What are you doing here? You are banned from this independent nation, Rentheking.” he growled.

“Well, technically, it’s just Renthedog now, my dude. I was overthrown at sundown, and banished from the lands.” Ren’s ears drooped, but he attempted a smile. “And you never technically banished Renthedog from your land, right?”

Doc threw back his head and laughed. “You’re just like any other mob in this hole now.” He grinned wildly, taking a step forward, sword still drawn. “I could just slay you for your corruption now, and there would be no one to hand out retribution.”

Ren looked down at the sword, then up at Doc. He said nothing, and relative silence fell around them, as the mobs were now calm. Doc felt enraged. So now Ren had no words, now that he didn’t have that power to flaunt? Doc wanted a fight, wanted a reason to snap at this stupid dog, but all he saw in those eyes were sadness.

“How did you even get in here?” Doc asked, trying to keep up some kind of anger.

“I was pushed out into the forest and tried to find your base- a lot harder to do in the rain. And I fell in.” Ren said, smiling ruefully. “Landed on a slime, and I don’t have an elytra anymore. So I’m stuck.” Ren looked Doc right in the eye and stumbled forward, until the point of Doc’s sword was almost nicking his neck. “I really need help, Doc. There’s no one else I could, or would, turn to.”

“I should leave you down here to be devoured by the slimes.” Doc hissed.

“You could.”

The sun was beginning to rise now, the darkness fading into a pinkish grey as the rain let up, and Doc could see how defeated Ren really was. Dressed in a dirty and now wet white dress shirt and black pants, signs of two battles all over his body. There was no king here. Not anymore.

Doc sighed and sheathed his sword. “Come with me.”

He walked across the bottom of the perimeter to the elevator. Ren joined him, and they ascended in silence. Doc lead them into his sleeping chamber and rummaged in a drawer, pulling out a t-shirt and pair of pajama pants.

“Put these on.”

He turned away as Ren changed, and addressed the wall.

“You can hide out here. You’ll have to work, of course, and help me weed the tomatoes. But, you can stay with me for a little while while things blow over.”

He turned around to give Ren a stern look, but the dog was pulling him into a big hug.

“I missed you, dear friend.”

Doc said nothing, not wanting to believe so foolishly in the hope that his friend was free of his greed and power corruption. But he did squeeze him back gently. He’d missed his friend. Even if he smelled like a wet dog.

#September 23 2022 #fic #hc9 #rendog #docm77 #sorry for the rendoc dramatics but to be fair ren and doc are just Like That all the time #long post #glad to be back writing tho it’s been a tiring few days

[b-afterhours]

Avenue of Sins: Neon

A Sequel to Avenue of Sins

SUMMARY: ‘90s. It’s the aftermath. Jaded, Bill and Alma navigate their new lives as they try to drag themselves out of the dark debacherous trenches they had once ensnared themselves in. It’s easy to forget their evils when a silver lining introduces itself into their lives but can they create a less hedonistic life that would be just as satisfying?

WARNINGS: adult content, mature readers only.

The completed first series can be read and found here.

Chapter Fifteen

April 10th, 1993

Dressed to the nines, they sat in a low-lit restaurant in a private booth in the middle of their 5-course dinner. They spoke about the amazing courses, perfectly arranged morsels topped with caviar or shavings from rare truffles. Still, then, silently, they agreed that the authentic street tacos they had eaten earlier for lunch were better than their first dishes. 

Once the storm had cleared, they spent their day strolling around and found themselves at a farmers market and crafts sale. Alma had noticed how relaxed he was in public. He didn’t have his head on a swivel like he did in New York City. It was nice to see him leisurely walking about, spending time looking at craft items at various booths, and knowing he didn’t have a gun concealed on him. 

Bill was talking about some scrap metal skull sculpture he had seen at the market that he regretted not purchasing as she looked out towards the other patrons in the restaurant. While some were dressed nicely, wearing designer clothes as they were, there were a lot of pastels and light colors in the room. She turned to look at Bill and thought they looked like they were celebrating someone's funeral rather than her birthday, which amused her. 

“What’s the matter?” He said, clocking her curious expression. He stilled his fork as he turned to scan the area of the restaurant she had been looking out at. His lips puckered once he saw it too. “We’re yuppies,” he said, turning back to her with wide eyes. 

Alma lightly laughed. “I mean.” 

“Yeah. We’re everything punks hate now. Posers.” He nodded.

“Don’t say posers,” she said, disgusted by the word. “I don’t know. We just grew up,” she shrugged. “Now we're in a different lane, but we still stand out against these people.” 

“They don’t know shit,” he said, taking a sip of his wine and making Alma laugh. “We deserve to be here just as much as everyone else.” 

“Yes, I know.” She quickly agreed before he started to go on some rant about it. 

They had left the restaurant satisfied, and she thanked him for her birthday dinner. Especially because he listened to her when she asked him not to tell the staff that it was her birthday and risk having them sing to her out of obligation in front of the whole restaurant.  

Bill began driving to a dive bar. She suggested during dinner that they should go for a few drinks. He had to keep his knowing smile from spreading across his face when she said she wanted to go to The Rooster. He happily agreed because they were going there anyway. Now he didn’t have to actively coax it out of her with a feigned conversation about a nightcap. He got a little worried when, in the same breath, she also said that if he didn’t want to go, they could pick up Echo early. She looked at him with expectant eyes, wanting him to agree with the latter. Of course, he missed his daughter just as much, and she thought he would choose that. 

“Yeah…” he pretended to be in thought. “But I want to spend more time with you.” He smiled when he saw hers tug at her lips and gazed down bashfully. The charm worked. 

“You’ll see it in a second,” she said just before they turned down the street. Soon, a giant neon rooster could be seen shining on the facade of the building. “The giant cock,” she announced. 

“I see,” he chuckled. 

He parked in a gravel lot on the side of the building, and Alma tossed her black strappy platform heels in the backseat, which landed in Echo’s empty car seat. She replaced them with the Doc Martens that Bill urged her to bring in case her feet became tired. He had brought along his leather moto jacket, which he had owned for ages, to replace the blazer he had been wearing. As she fixed the laces on the boots, he was next to her, unbuttoning a few top buttons of his shirt and then going on to roll the sleeves up halfway. She took her ID out of her little clutch purse for him to hold on to before shoving the bag underneath the passenger seat. 

Stepping out, they approached the front door, where Alma saw the tall, stocky bouncer she was familiar with manning the door, but just as she was going to wave at him, he walked inside without any acknowledgment towards her. Well, it had been a while since she had seen him, she thought to herself. 

Bill looked down at her with a smile. “You look so pretty. Here, get in front of me. You know this place better than I do,” he said, stepping behind her and his hand out above her, pushing the door open with his long arm. 

She was hardly inside the dim smoke-hazed bar when she was startled by a flash of a camera, the snap of glitter poppers, and the sound of kazoos and cheering that her back pressed against Bill as she recoiled.  

“Happy Birthday!!!” Her friends shouted from the left side of the semicircle bar. It was decorated with a rainbow of balloons and crepe paper streamers.  

“Shut the fuck up,” she said in shock, clutching onto herself as speckles of multicolored foil glitter floated down around her.

They started chanting her name, and even the ragtag patrons of the bar joined in. She looked up at Bill, who had a smug grin on his face, knowing she hated this. She was too sober. If she had had a few drinks, she would have joined in on chanting her own name. He started pushing her along by the small of her back, and her friends began to greet her. He noticed that Darby only gave her a fist bump and was pleased with that. He knew they were platonic and that he was engaged, but they worked closely. He wondered.

While Alma was thanking Ulyssa and Gregory for decorating. Ash waved at him, waiting for her turn for a hug.

“Alright okay. She’s here, can we get some shots now?” Darby hollered over the music coming from a jukebox once everyone greeted her. 

“Right! Yeah,” Alma said, turning behind her, and then she screamed. “Queenie!?” She said hugging her, her face covered in her loose coil curls. 

“I managed to get away to see you on your birthday, girl!” She said holding on to her and swaying with her in her arms. “I missed you!” 

“Me too. I’m actually so surprised!”

Alma gave her a warm kiss on the cheek and then joined everyone that had gathered by the bar, while Queenie stayed a few paces behind with Bill. He had known of her arrival. She had asked if it was okay if she could come to Alma’s birthday party when she overheard him tell Bianca he was planning it. He said it would be fine—in fact, he liked the idea—but it came with some stipulations, of course. He booked her at the same hotel where he first stayed when he visited Seattle. It was even the same suite. He could always mark it as a business expense. 

“Hey boss, you look nice!” She said, giving him a high five.

He winked at her. “You found this place alright?” He wondered because he had passed along phone numbers to keep himself from being caught. 

“Yeah. Ulyssa helped me out with the address and the taxi knew where I needed to be. I got in late, though. There was a huge storm this morning and I was delayed, but I’m here. It’s nice! Feels fresh here. Well, not here but in Seattle.” 

Bill chuckled. “What have they asked?” He nodded his head in the direction of the record shop collective. 

“I told them everything,” she joked. “Nah, nothing. Only bar stuff. I worked with Alma blah blah. But what’s the matter if they know anyway?” She said fixing the tuck of her satin champagne-colored blouse.

“I just don’t want to blow up Alma’s scene, I guess.” 

“Eh. They seem chill, though. Anyway,” she said, tapping his arm. “Let's go get a shot! I’ll order it for you since I don’t have to make it.” 

Queenie gently pushed through Alma’s friends and leaned half her body on the bar, gaining the attention of the goth bartender and ordering a round of Sex and Violence shots for everyone. 

“It’ll be on his tab,” she said, turning back to look at Bill with a mischievous grin. 

"Yeah, sure,” he smirked. 

Once everyone cheered with their shots, they pulled away a bit from the bar. Creating space for Bill to claim a seat right at the end, he pulled a cigarette from his pack of smokes to place between his lips. A fish bowl full of matchbooks sat in front of him, and he reached in to pull one out. The front had the mascot rooster printed in technicolor and the phrase “The Place With The Giant Cock” encircled it, and he chuckled to himself. 

“Can I get you something?” The goth girl pointed a hand at him, a half-step away, to help another customer if he said no. 

He felt fingers on the top of his head. It was Alma picking out a few pieces of foil glitter from his hair. She was now donning a plastic birthday tiara Ulyssa bestowed upon her. She spoke up for him and ordered his usual whiskey and a draft beer for herself. She leaned her back on the bar and narrowed her eyes at him. He took his time lighting his cigarette and shook the flame off the match, pretending he couldn’t feel her eyes on him. 

“You’re not sneaky,” she said to him. 

He took a deep drag before speaking. “Hm, I think I got you this time.” He was peering at her as he blew a trail of smoke above them. 

“Thanks, love.” 

“I had help,” he nodded. “But you’re welcome. Happy Birthday,” he said, leaning in to kiss her. Once their drinks were before them, they tapped them together and took a sip. 

“Change for the jukebox?” Ash said, jiggling a few coins in her hands. 

“I got some pennies,” a guy with a mullet sitting at the bar smugly piped up, answering her. 

“Jesse,” she sneered, putting her hand up to him dismissively. “Shut up. You don’t have to announce that you’re broke. It’s embarrassing.” 

"Oh, c’mon, Ashley!” He patronized. 

She kept her hand up in his direction and turned to Alma, who had her hand out for Bill’s loose change that he dug from his pocket. She picked out the pennies and the lint while she laughed at Ash’s interaction. They were familiar with the barflies of The Rooster. When she started working at Sheisty Sound, they’d often meet back up at the bar, getting drunk and making friends with guys who’d buy them drinks for sport. Bill could sense there was some history there and found it amusing. 

Gregory approached fist-bumping Bill, took the change Ash collected to add to his, and headed to the jukebox. Bill found him to be a bit quiet. A mysterious poet type with pretentious music taste and great hair. 

“Wait? Gregory is picking the music?” Darby piped up. “He’s gonna bring the place down!” 

“Well, go with him!” Ash gestured towards the jukebox. 

He quickly chugged his beer and sat the empty glass on the bar before jogging over to the jukebox. 

“Fuck,” Ash sighed. “Let me help them. Darby is going to sneak an oldie in there!” Her slinky floral patterned maxi dresses swooshed around her calves as she hastily joined them. 

“This is mostly what it’s like in the shop sometimes,” Alma giggled as she took a sip of her beer. Bill was stamping out his cigarette in a red glass ashtray as she spoke. “One night we were all here, kind of like this, and we all stood at the jukebox for what felt like an hour, fighting over what should play.” 

Bill saw her take another small sip, but before she could pull it away from her rouged lips, he placed his fingers on the other end of the glass to get her to drink more. She paused, but he was insistent. She turned away and proceeded to drink the rest down without his help.

“You don’t have anywhere to be tomorrow,” Bill reminded her. “When was the last time you’ve gotten drunk?” He said, signaling to a male bartender behind the bar and ordered her a mixed drink. 

“Last night?” 

“I’ve seen you drunk, Alma.” 

“This past summer, no, wait, at the penthouse.” 

“Hmm, that was tipsy. Well, I want you to have some fun tonight. And also, I hate to say this, but back off me,” he said, looking her up and down. 

Alma’s top lip drew back with offense. “What the hell? What happened to ‘I want to spend more time with you’?” she mocked.  

“Your friends are here. Queenie is here,” he said, turning his head behind himself and seeing her speaking to Ulyssa. She was the only other person in the mix she could speak freely to. “You’ve had me to yourself these few days, you’ll live.” 

She gasped. “I see these fuckers all the time.” 

“I don’t care. It’s lame, you know it.” He said, passing off the drink, the bartender set down to her. 

“Whatever,” she said, kissing him. She shook her head to herself as she ventured off to the jukebox, effectively pushing Darby out of the way, but he still stood there, giving his suggestions. 

The jukebox started playing upbeat hits, and it seemed to get everyone in the bar into more of a party mood. Alma's birthday balloons were starting to drift around the bar. Some were kicked or bumped around by dive bargoers. He was on his third whiskey when he watched Alma bent over a pool table on the other side of the bar, breaking the pool balls for Gregory and some grungy guy playing with him. He handed her a shot, which she happily took. He didn’t take it as her teasing him, but he liked seeing the power she possessed over men sometimes. Even him. He wasn’t afraid to admit that. 

After that shot, Alma and her girlfriends began dancing together in front of the jukebox, and Darby came over to Bill's side of the bar to join him. 

“It’s kind of getting late,” he said, pulling his Levi jean jacket closed as he situated himself on the barstool two seats away. “Well, for me anyway. I have to open,” he laughed. “I’m not complaining, by the way. It’s a short day on Sundays anyway.” 

Bill nodded, not taking any offense. 

“Can I bum a smoke off you? Smoked my last one,” he frowned apologetically. 

Bill passed his pack to him. “I saw you and your fiancee's wedding invitation at Alma’s place the other day,” he said, making conversation. 

What he wasn’t going to tell him was how he was laughing along with Alma about his name. Cartwright Darby the Fourth. It sounded fitting for a soap opera star. Afterward, he discovered that Darby actually came from old Seattle money. Shunned because he pursued a fine arts degree and then semi-disinherited for quitting his private tutoring career to work in a record store. His fiancee also came from that world, and her own father was pretty upset with him too, especially because he couldn’t dissuade his daughter’s love.

“You coming? It’s extended to you as well.” He gestured. 

“I appreciate that.” He said not mentioning if he would because it was dated on the weekend before his own birthday. 

“It's gonna be at this really manicured private garden that overlooks the bay. There’s going to be a huge tent for the guests at the reception, or so Jenny tells me. I offer my suggestions; she’s sweet, but she couldn’t give a shit,” he chortled before taking a light drag of his cigarette. “Her dad's paying, but I’m in charge of the honeymoon.” 

“Where do you plan on going?” 

“St. Barts. You’ve been?” 

“Nope.” Bill shook his head, taking a sip of his drink. 

“Oh. It’s nice. Uh,” he said, looking a bit ashamed for a moment. “I went about ten years ago. High school grad’ present. I know how it sounds.” He rolled his eyes at himself. 

“I think it sounds nice,” Bill reassured him.

“Have you been anywhere like that?” 

“Mm. Not. Not yet. For a while, it was hard to get away from my job. Until recently, so yeah, hopefully sometime soon.” He said, grabbing his pack of smokes back for one. 

“The bar, right? Or business?” 

"Well, both,” he shrugged.

“You must be super busy. New York City is a beast.” 

Bill clicked his tongue and nodded. “Yeah,” he said shortly after lighting his cigarette. He stole a glance at Alma, who had paused to speak to a small clique of chicks who seemed to be complimenting her dress as she showed it off. 

“How’s this place fair as a bar to you?” 

Bill grinned, amused. “Eh, it’s a dive bar. You can’t really have high expectations. You get what you get,” he said, taking a drag. “The place I run is like a lounge in a way. A lot of gentlemen frequent. Stockbrokers, travel salesmen, lawyers, corporate fuckers, politicians.” 

“No shit. Now that sounds nice.” He said, pointing at him with the two fingers that held his cig. 

Bill smugly smiled. “Yeah, it can be most nights.” 

A group of guys had walked in at the same time Queenie rounded the bar to sit next to Bill. She was glad he liked to brood in dark corners away from most people because she needed a breather. In the group, a gentleman recognized Darby and walked over to say hello. Bill turned to Queenie to ask what she had planned for tomorrow, and she was explaining how she was going to a spa to treat herself. 

“And then I’m gonna check out the record shop.” She said, but Bill was only half listening. 

“Who’s birthday?” Bill overheard the skater guy in baggy clothing ask Darby when he pointed toward Alma. She resumed dancing with her friends, but the group of girls she spoke to and other patrons had gathered to dance too. “Oh!” His brows raised. “The Latina babe, you work with.” 

Queenie overheard as well, and her eyes darted towards her boss, who took a deep breath and rolled his eyes in annoyance. She knew how he was about her.

"C'mon, dude,” Darby said, annoyed with his friend as well. “Her name’s Alma. Her boyfriend’s right behind us,” he said, turning towards Bill apologetically. He just gave the guy a curt nod and proceeded to scowl at him, completely unimpressed. 

“Oh shit,” he said, making contact with Bill’s dark gaze. “That’s my fault, dude. I don’t mean anything by it.” He said with his hands up defensively. He excused himself out of embarrassment and sheepishly made his way to the other side of the bar with his friends. 

“Sorry about him. He’s a dumbass,” Darby said, walking over to the pool table to see if his turn was next. 

“Oooh!” Queenie wiggled her fingers at Bill playfully. 

“Stop,” he chuckled into his glass before taking a sip. “So. I thought Keiko was coming with you?” 

Queenie set her drink down, leaned back in her bar chair, and let out a harsh exhale. “Something came up,” she said with air quotes. “She’s getting into her modeling thing, and I don’t know maybe I’m not right for her image. I think she’s gonna dump me.”

“Ouch.” He was right not to hire her. “Because of her image?” 

“Mhm,” she nodded with puckered lips. “Whatever. I gotta stop dating straight girls.” 

Alma approached, squeezing herself into the space between the stools he and Queenie sat on. She gathered her hair in one hand to get some air on her sweaty neck and took a break herself. Her eyes were low. On a tipsy buzz, she wanted to maintain and ordered another drink.  

“You’re not drinking?” She noticed Bill’s nearly empty glass that sat next to a glass of water in front of him. 

“I’m driving.” He had his cheek resting in his palm as he looked at her with an amused expression. 

“True,” she said, grabbing her shot of tequila off the bar and shooting it back. “Oh shit!” She said when she saw some familiar faces come into the bar. 

In came three big biker guys with beards of various lengths and their Harley Davidson leather. The one leading the others wore a weathered cowboy hat that had the sides of the brim folded in. He took it off when he saw Alma. 

“Just dropping by. Happy Birthday, Miss Lucio.” She thanked him and quickly introduced Bill, and they shook hands. 

“Big Rod. Those fools behind me are Archie and Zeph.” They gave Bill a friendly nod. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to buy the birthday girl a drink,” he said to Bill politely with his gravelly voice. 

“She deserves it, I think.” He winked at her.  

Queenie sat there wondering how Alma knew these biker guys until Ulyssa approached her to ask if she wanted to smoke on the back patio. Bill overheard that too. If he wasn’t going to get drunk, at the very least he could feel good and relaxed with that. It’ll wear off before the bar closes. Alma walked away from the bar with the biker guys, talking about some show dates. 

“I’ll be back,” he said with a hand on her hip, leaning into Alma’s ear as he followed the girls to the opposite side of the bar, weaving between patrons on the sticky floor.  

They were sitting at a wooden picnic table with benches, tucked in by the other patrons outside who weren’t doing much to conceal that they were smoking joints just as they were about to. He passed a group who were listening to a guy with an old, defaced acoustic guitar strumming a placating tune, and he hoped he just wouldn’t start singing. 

“Hey!” Queenie waved. “I was going to ask if you could come, but I didn’t know if you wanted to leave Alma with those biker dudes.” 

Ulyssa lightly laughed at Queenie’s worry. “They look big and mean but they’re cool.”

“The main guy was polite, but it’s like, how the fuck are you gonna say no to him?” She took a hit and sharply inhaled, pushing the smoke further into her lungs.

“Yeah… I’m not too worried about them,” he said, grabbing the joint Queenie was passing off. “I got my last drink like an hour ago, and I’m getting a little… bored.” 

“Bored? On your girlfriend's birthday,” Queenie playfully gasped, feigning shock. 

“I’d rather be in the jacuzzi in the suite we’re staying at,” he said, exhaling smoke with a smirk. 

“I fucking bet. You wouldn’t be so bored then, huh?” Queenie giggled, shaking her head. “So, how does Alma know those guys?” 

“They run a makeshift bar when we have shows at the shop. Alma set it all up with them. Whoever works the shows gets tipped out from a percentage of it.” Ulyssa explained while Bill now took a deeper hit, but he pointed his hand at her and nodded, cosigning her explanation. 

“No shit?” She said tilting her head towards Ulyssa and then looked back at Bill. “Alma’s a badass!” She pointed at him. 

He passed the joint to Ulyssa, who took it with a smile. “Yeah. Who’d you think she learned it from?” 

“Oh please!” Queenie scoffed, rolling her eyes. 

Ulyssa listened on when Bill told them how he and Alma were mistaken for being in a band at the hotel. “To be fair, they had like an eighty percent chance. Nearly everyone is in some sort of band here.” She laughed, passing the joint back to Queenie. 

As they were feeling the effect of their joint settling in, Ulyssa got curious and asked if her name was actually Queenie. She knew nearly everyone who worked at the club went by pseudonyms. 

“Nah. I just prefer Queenie,” she said, shrugging with a goofy smile on her face. “My name’s Safiyah.”

“What was Alma’s?” she carefully asked, glancing over at Bill, who was taking a hit. For some reason, she had been too nervous to ask because she had never mentioned what she went by. She figured it was probably something embarrassing. 

“She hasn’t told you?” Bill said, surprised to which she just shook her head. “Technically, you do know it, though. She went by Echo.” 

“Oh!” She nodded, taking the joint he was passing. “That’s sweet.” 

“What would your stage name be?” Queenie asked playfully nudging her.

Ulyssa's eyes went wide for a moment. “Oh god.” Her bashfulness made them laugh. “I can’t think of something on the spot like that,” she burst with laughter. The weed was now getting to her; she didn’t often smoke this much on her own. Her laughter made Bill laugh even more, seeing her being something other than skittish around him for once.  

“Could I take a picture of you guys?” She asked once they settled. “For Alma. C’mon guys.” She said when she noticed their indifferent reactions to her disposable camera. 

“You should be in it too,” Queenie said taking the camera and passing it off to a bargoer to take the photo for them. 

Afterward, they smoked the whole joint down together with help from Gregory and another young coworker who had arrived named Matt, who joined them on the patio near the end of their smoke session. Luckily, they finished right as the guitar guy started crooning terribly. 

He and the girls heard some commotion inside as they reached the back door. Bill became concerned and deliberately blinked his dry eyes, readying himself. When they walked back in, they began laughing, and then Bill whistled loudly while Alma was sitting on the bartop with her head tilted back, and a bartender was pouring a shot directly into her mouth. The commotion he heard was the bar patrons cheering her on. She put a hand to her chest when she swallowed, feeling the intense burn of the alcohol.

With a wedge of lime between her teeth, she slid off the bartop with Ash’s help, and the girls then pulled her away back to the makeshift dance floor. After grabbing a light beer, Bill veered towards the pool table when Darby called him over to play. They spoke a bit between the game. 

“For how much?” Bill asked him, taking a sip of his beer as Darby lined up his play. The sale of the record shop came up. 

“Hm. I’m not too sure. What could it be like,” he said just before throwing out plausible numbers. 

“That, seems too high...” 

“Yeah… You gotta account; it’s a music venue too. But the place needs work, so who knows?” 

“What kind?” he asked, taking his turn. 

“Mainly the roof. It rains here all the time and the fucker leaks. Since Lewis retired, he’s just kind of neglected the place. If he’s not there to see it, it doesn’t exist.” His lip curled for a moment when Bill sank his ball into a pocket. He was now losing. "Oh, wait,” he said when his attention was pulled towards the front door. 

Darby’s fiancee had arrived at the bar, and he passed his pool stick to the same skater friend who commented on Alma to take his turn. He went by Ratz, and Bill felt it fitting. Bill saw how he greeted his fiancee by picking her up and spinning her around by the waist. Paying no mind to those around them. She was a pretty girl with thick winged liner and a classic look about her, with curves to match that complemented the greaser style Darby dressed in. Darby introduced them quickly before he snatched his pool stick back from Ratz, disappointed that he was of no help with his game. 

“Echo is a little sweetheart,” Jennifer said to Bill as he positioned his pool stick. “I see she takes up after you. It’s those dimples.” 

Bill smiled, thanking her, but then his attention was stolen when he saw Alma stumbling back from the bathrooms after he sunk an orange-striped ball into a corner pocket. 

“Um,” he pursed his lips. “One second. Or I guess Ratz can take my turn.” He took long strides toward her, grabbing a hold of her arm to help her straighten out. She looked up at him through her mascara lashes. “I think you should sit down, love.” 

“No,” she shook her head. “I just need another drink.” 

“Hmm. I don’t know,” he chuckled. “Do you want me to carry you out in front of everyone later?” 

Alma groaned, “Fine. I’ll get some water.” 

“I’ll get it. Just take a seat over by the pool table.”

As he came back, Alma was putting her hair half up, feeling stuffy with it all down, making her warm. As she chugged a good majority of the water down, Bill was in front of her, pushing wisps of dark hair from her face away. She set the glass down, and she leaned forward, resting her cheek on his torso. The room was spinning, and she just wanted him to help her be still. Of course, it was completely out of his control, but the closeness helped. 

“If you finish the rest, I’ll kiss you,” he said, persuading her. 

She straightened up to finish the water, and he leaned down, obliging her. Trying to pull away, she held onto the lapels of his leather jacket, keeping him in place and deepening their kiss until their tongues met each other. He found his hands raking through the hair on the back of her head. Forgetting their setting inside the crowded bar, they were making out, which felt like times they had done so in the past. 

“Uh?” Ratz uncomfortably cleared his throat. “Excuse me?” 

They were in the way of him being able to position the pool stick in a way that he would not hit them with it. Bill reluctantly straightened up and flashed him an annoyed glance. But he helped Alma get to her feet so they could get out of the way. A few paces away, he leaned against the exposed brick wall, lighting a cigarette. Putting a foot behind him on the wall, he grabbed Alma by the hip, caressing the sheer fabric of her dress for a moment so that she could comfortably lean on his knee. She wrapped an arm around his back and looked at him. So handsome. All two of him.

“Can I get a drag?” She said, pointing at the cigarette between his fingers. He placed the two long fingers holding it to her puckered lips, and she took an inhale. Even if she had quit, a drunk cigarette always felt like a treat to her. Bill smirked to himself, seeing how her eyes closed with a satisfied grin on her face as she slowly exhaled curls of smoke out her nose. 

He tilted her chin up, feeling compelled to kiss her again. “You feeling better?” 

“Hmm,” she scrunched her face. “Now that I’m with you again.” 

He took a drag, nodding his head. He did feel better too, but he could see her dancing girlfriends taking glances at them, trying to find an opening to whisk Alma away. 

“Don’t tell me to back off again. It’s rude,” she said, blinking her eyes trying to focus them. “You told me to hang out with my friends and it’s been you mostly hanging out with them.” 

He chuckled as he blew out a trail of smoke through the side of his mouth. “I won’t do it again. But I think your friends want you to go dancing with them not me. You should go.” 

She turned her head to look behind her, and she saw Ash waving her over as she danced between two strangers. She turned back, looking unsure. 

“C’mon. Aren’t you having fun?” 

“I am. I needed this,” she said, wrapping her other arm around him. “But I miss my baby.” 

He soothingly rubbed her back. “Yeah… Go dance. There’s like an hour left.” 

Alma took a deep breath and straightened up. He shook his head to himself as she watched her join them and returned to finish his pool game. Dancing with her girlfriends to house music, she hoped to sweat some of the alcohol off. It wasn’t helping. She could still feel her head spinning, and spinning around with her friends didn’t make it any better. Shortly, the lights went up, and the last call was announced. 

“Let’s get one more shot!” Queenie said to her. 

Alma just swallowed hard and nodded as she was dragged along by Queenie. She felt clammy while the bartender poured their shots in front of them. Bill approached to pay the tab and cringed, knowing that would be it for her. 

…

Alma woke up the next day with a pounding headache and a sour mouth. She smelled of the liquor seeping from her pores and stale cigarettes. Her body was so sore that it hurt to stretch. She groaned and whined as she tried to straighten up. She was in only panties and one of Bill's black t-shirts. She couldn’t even remember getting back to the hotel. She didn’t even remember leaving the bar. 

“You alive?” Bill said coming in from the living room area. He was freshly showered, wearing a light sweater and soft-fit lounge pants. 

She put her hand up, shaking her head to herself. “Fuck off,” she whined. 

He laughed. “Alright. I’ll leave you alone,” he said, walking back to the couch. 

When she managed to peel herself out of the bed, she took a glance at herself in the bathroom mirror and cringed. Her hair was disheveled and knotted, sprinkled with confetti. The red lipstick she wore stained her lips and feathered out over the border of them. Her eyes were completely blacked out with smudged kohl liner. She went straight to the shower after she had taken the aspirin Bill had left on the nightstand next to her. She was in the steamy shower forever, enjoying how her achy muscles relaxed and her headache slightly dissipated. She remembered the fun she had at the bar. It felt like old times, however. this hangover did not. 

Bill was sitting with his arms crossed and knees spread far apart as he slouched on the couch, watching an old spaghetti western, when he saw Alma naked from the waist up. Wearing a pair of white granny panties and her hair wrapped in a towel, passing by the bedroom threshold. She looked tired and just done with life in general, and he smirked. As she pulled on an oversized band tee, she tended to herself. She had bought it from a merch table at the shop while the music act played. She liked the design more than anything. She moisturized her face and hands, feeling dry. Her dehydrated body had her involuntarily chug down the glass of water Bill had left for her when she took her birth control. He could hear her gasp for breath after she finished it. 

Bill thought that she would join him, but there was only silence to be heard from the room. He got up and found her looking paralyzed, lying on her back sideways in the bed. 

“You hungry.” 

“No.” She said with her eyes closed. 

“We have to pick up Echo at noon.” 

“Yeah.” 

“Or I can just go by myself?” He said crawling into bed with her and laying his head on her chest. The weight of him was comforting. 

“I’ll go.” 

They lay together silently for a while. For a moment, with his ear close to her heart, he noticed how even it beat as well as her breathing. He thought she had fallen asleep until her arm went up behind him so she could pet his soft hair. 

“I didn’t say bye to anyone last night. Even Queenie. I’m such a bitch.” 

“You did. You thanked all your friends. And Queenie left with us. I took her back to her hotel.” 

“Oh.” 

“Mhmm. You were passed out during the ride, but when I woke you up, you walked on your own back up here too. I was impressed.” He said even if he did have to hold on to her for support. “But I knew that last shot you took blacked you out.” 

“I should have scored coke at the bar. I don’t do it anymore, but this shit sucks.” 

“Well, you managed okay without it. You had fun without it too. It would have made your hangover right now like ten times worse.” 

“I’m too old for this shit.” 

Bill chuckled. “That’s exactly why I know.” He said thinking back to New Year’s Eve. 

“You know what would help?” 

“What?” 

“A drink,” she giggled. “Hair of the dog.” 

Bill chuckled. “Maybe some food too.” 

“Yeah… and an orgasm.” 

“Can we do that one first?” He asked, planting scratchy kisses on her neck and making her laugh. 

…

Alma was eating fast food fries on the car ride to Yolani’s place to pick up their daughter. She was wearing oval-framed sunglasses to conceal her tired eyes and block out the searing light. On their way there, he remembered how, during the car ride, she had briefly gained enough consciousness while he spoke to Queenie who sat in the back seat. 

“What Alma?” He glanced at her as he drove. She was slumped against the passenger window, her eyes barely open, but she was looking at him. 

“Why… the fuck do you have a condom in your wallet for?” While she said it rather slowly, it was still purposeful. 

“Jesus,” he said under his breath. “It’s old. I forget it’s there.” She just continued looking at him. “I’ll take it out.” 

She took a deep breath. “Okay…” she mumbled. He glanced at her again; she was having trouble keeping her eyes open. Too heavy to fight it, she passed out again. 

“Sorry,” Bill chuckled, looking at Queenie through the rearview mirror. 

“Close one,” she joked. “She seems to have enjoyed herself tonight. She’s not without the baby much, is she?” 

“No,” he sighed. “I noticed she’s been getting a little eh,” he said with his hand out twisting it at the wrist. “So I arranged this night.” 

“She told me a little bit about her schedule sounds nuts, especially caring for Echo through all of that.” 

“Yeah, and she’s a bit too stubborn to, like, ask for a break…” 

“Mhmm. It’s tough, though. Lots of moms feel guilty admitting that. I’m sure once she comes back to the city, it’ll be better.” 

As Bill recalled his conversation with Queenie, it clicked. Guilt. That’s what was going on with her. Guilt that started when Echo had her accident yet had been festering inside her for concealing her existence. When he asked if she felt indebted to him, she never said she didn’t. That bothered him a bit. He didn’t want her to atone for the rest of her life. That wasn’t a way to live. But she once told him she’d be sorry for the rest of her life. 

He was being selfish by asking her to move and bitching about her job. One she loved, one she was going to give up to be an accountant for. A subject she found incredibly dull. Leaving her friends behind to keep track of their finances for the rest of her life? He realized that she was going to do whatever he wanted of her. He felt his stomach turn slightly, but he pushed those thoughts down. Luckily, Alma was distracting him by feeding him fries while he drove. 

Bill had followed Alma up the sidewalk as they reached Yolani’s place. He was just as happy as Alma was to see Echo. As they approached, they saw her outside in her little overalls, marking the porch up with sidewalk chalk. 

"Look, Echo,” Yolani said, pointing at her parents approaching behind her. “Look who’s here.” 

Echo, who was kneeling on a porch step, paused filling the concrete with purple chalk scribbles, and turned her head. When she saw her parents, she abandoned the chalk stick and scrambled off the step onto the walkway with a big, cheesy smile on her face. She took clumsy, hurried steps towards her mother with her arms out. 

“Mama!” She squealed. 

Alma smiled brightly, scooping her up in her arms and hugging her tightly. “Baby, I missed you!” 

Bill's heart grew by their interaction. Even under the overcast skies, they shone when they both turned to look at him with matching smiles on their faces. Things were setting in motion in his head then, even if it hadn’t quite clicked yet. 

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