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madelynraemunson · 7 days

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— along for the ride ☆

🐃 the tag team (co-writers): @joshlmbrt @swiss-mrs @mediocredreams 🩶

eddie x fem!reader

a/n: reading flight of icarus and finding out eddie is from tennessee REALLY husked my corn 🤠 also, this may or may not have been inspired by the bull fight scene in hoard

cw: daydream p in v sex, riding, eddie gets a hard on watching reader ride, innuendos, play on words

Stamina. Strength. Strategy. Safety. The Four Important S’s when it comes to bull-riding.

‘Support’ is your unofficial fifth. You’ve generated quite the following after showcasing your riding skills at Whisky Jim’s every Saturday night, the ooohs and aaahs of your spectators filling the air as the spotlight drenches your cute… calculated… perspiring body.

Bull-riding at the dive bar every weekend has become a favorite hobby of yours. It’s a perfect outlet for all the stress, the rough-and-tough of it all perfectly counterbalancing your slow-as-snails, but somehow busy and draining 9 to 5. Riding gave you something to look forward to.

“Look at her go,” an onlooker coos in admiration. “She’s got life by the goddamn horns.”

You toss your head back, glossy lips parted in excitement as the crowd’s appreciative hoots and whistles filled the air. You could get used to this. You have gotten used to this.

Even with the world at your feet, things were starting to get boring again. And you are constantly craving something wild, something new. Something or someone that will make like the bull by sweeping you off your feet and taking you out for a spin.

Someone like Eddie Munson, perhaps.

Eddie isn’t sure what drew him… here out of all places. But something about the rowdiness compels him as he climbs out of his van, Halen and into the bar, boots scuffing the hard wooden floor. But the flight-risk metalhead is determined to find out, itching for adventure as he saunters with feigned confidence into the southern saloon.

He flags down the closest bartender, a country heartthrob of a man with black hair and blue eyes. The Casanaova places a coaster down in front of him as Eddie steps up to the plate. “What’ll ya be havin’?”

“Anything local,” Eddie replies, more of a question, unsure of what exactly is available. “Anything hoppy.”

“Bottle or Tap?” the man follows up after a curt nod, mindlessly running a hand over his thick mustache.

“Tap. Pint, please.”

The bartender gives another nod before disappearing to fulfill Eddie’s request. Meanwhile, the outcast takes this short window of time to look up and down the bar at the different patrons.

All from different walks of life. But all here for presumably the same reason.Whisky Jim’s is decently packed, but for the most part, the crowd is congregated either in booths, at tables, or in the middle of the floor.

A glass is placed onto the coaster. The same deep country twang effectively regains Eddie’s attention.

“Wanna start a tab, brother?” The older man asks with a polite grin, eyes crinkling up at the sides as he does.

Eddie offers a polite smile in return.

“Uh, sure. Thanks.”

The bartender studies him intently this time, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

“First timer?”

Eddie clears his throat uneasily, kicking at the peanut casings at his feet to avoid contact with the John Wayne of a man that was in front of him.

“Obvious?”

The man cackles at Eddie, the slight patronization of the old-timer’s demeanor making him want to evaporate. But the amused blue eyes and downturned smile indicates it’s all in good fun, much like his uncle Wayne who always liked giving him a hard time whenever he made himself too small.

“Son, you couldn’t stick out further if you were a dog’s balls.”

A fellow bartender laughs at the man’s remark. Then Eddie joins in. It was pretty funny.

“You just don’t really look like the kind to be into square dancin’, is all,” the bartender remarks as he narrows his eyes at Eddie. Eddie shrugs and takes a sip of his beer, slightly wincing as the first sip hits him.

“Well, you’re not wrong. Just thought I’d explore a bit outside of my usual.”

“What’s your name, kid?”

“Eddie.”

“Greg.” The bartender gives him his hand to shake. “You from around here or you comin’ from outta town?”

“Hawkins.”

“Not too far from home then. And it seems you came on a good night.”

And as if on cue, the crowd towards the middle of the building erupts in cheers. Eddie briefly glances over his shoulder in the general direction before turning back to Greg with a curious head tilt.

“What’s happening?”

Greg nods his head over in the direction of the crowd.

“Bull Ridin’ Night.”

Your thighs are wrapped around the firm leather seat as you’re whisked around in one fluid motion. You turn to give your rapt audience a wink. The crowd eats up your presence, evident by the adorn kisses they blow your way. You buy into the theatrics, pretending to catch them before putting them in your back pocket for later. It only riles the audience up more.

“They bring that thing out on Saturdays,” Greg explains. “Between the Karaoke Nights and the Hoedowns, Bull Ridin’ is one of the most popular.”

Eddie tries another glance in that direction, but due to the crowd, he doesn’t have the best view of who is actually riding.

“You gon’ give it a try?”

Eddie’s head whips back around to the older man to find a teasing smirk on his face. Eddie shakes his head.

“I… don’t think so.” He chuckles. “I’m not the most balanced or coordinated person.” He admits that with a grimace and another sip of his Hawkins Pale Ale.

“I’m just teasin’ ya, boy. HEY!” Greg whistles at the bartender next to him. “Who’s up there now?”

The coworker throws a quick glance over their shoulder before replying. There’s a bashful smirk when they reply,

“Who do you think?”

The crowd erupts again, cheers and whistles alike. Who else gets this kind of crowd engagement? No one else other than you, of course.

“Looks like my girl is up there breakin’ hearts again.” Greg lets out a soft laugh.

Eddie gulps as his breathing shallows. A girl? Up there? On that thing?

Eddie, once again, nearly strains his neck trying to get a glimpse of the rider. When he fails, Eddie turns back to the bar, downing the final quarter of his pint, before looking back at Greg.

“Fetch me a bottle for the road, yeah?”

Greg issues him a chuckle, grabbing the empty glass and handing him a bottle version of that very ale, while Eddie sets off on his curiosity journey to the middle of the floor.

“Boys will be boys.” Greg’s female coworker remarks with sassy pursed lips.

Eddie closes in on the crowd, slipping through the few empty spaces between the onlookers with half-assed ‘Excuse me’s. Though no one was paying him any mind. And when he settles by the barrier, just a mere two rows behind, he finally gets the perfect view of you.

Eddie couldn’t fight the grin that spread across his face at the sight of you working the crowd. He watches as you give a practiced flick of your hips to get the crowd going and the enticing jiggle of your breasts under your tight shirt. Drew in Eddie’s eyes like a laser beam. The thin material was stretched taut, giving a hint of the perfect tits underneath as you arched your lower back and thrust your chest forward to keep your balance.

“Christ,” he exhales sharply, in awe of your natural performance, the boisterous, unpredictable gravity of the machine whirling you around as you wrestle to hold on.

His eyes drink in the sight of the soft, rounded curve of your ass that peeked out of the bottom of your faded Daisy Duke’s as you lean forward to steady yourself in the saddle.

WHOOSH!

The bull jerks sideways and you flex your thighs and circle your hips in the saddle to keep yourself astride. The plush skin of your upper thighs press tightly against the seat and your upper body sways in rhythm with the bull’s movement.

You were born to ride.

“That’s how you do it, Indiana!” a spectator hoots in adoration as you cling on for dear life. “That’s how you do it!”

You give a deep roll of your hips to meet the thrust of the machine, causing Eddie to run the tip of his tongue along his bottom lip before sucking in a shaky breath. Your hips… the way they roll… is almost hypnotic, and Eddie’s brown doe eyes can’t help but linger on the sliver of skin that peeks out, black, intricate swirls of cyber-sigilism that tease him slightly.

Fuck.

“God, she’s so pretty…” he thinks to himself. “And she knows how to ride.”

Eddie’s eyes trail to the white of your knuckles, his own fingers gripping the bottle of his beer when his eyes slide up your arm and land on your face.

The front of his pants start to feel uncomfortably tight. Eddie adjusts himself as discreetly as he could, but even the soft brush of his fingers against the strained denim causes him to hiss under his breath.

“Ride it, cowgirl!” an audience’s comment centers Eddie once again. “LET ‘EM KNOW!”

The way you matched the bull’s gyrations and anticipated its every move made him weak in the knees, and as he watched you swirl your hips in the saddle like a modern day Annie Oakley he couldn’t help but wish it was him straddled between your shapely thighs instead.

As Eddie stood there watching, the dull roar of the crowd faded into the background. At that moment it was just you and him.

In his mind he’s already lassoed you to his bed; and you’re sat astride him like a cowgirl in your saddle, hands splayed on his chest for balance as you lowered yourself onto his throbbing cock. And you’d bite down on your plush lower lip and let out a soft moan as you sank down onto him slowly, taking your time and adjusting to his size.

“Oh, Eddie,” he could almost hear you purring. “It’s so big.”

And he’d chuckle with false modesty and rub a hand tenderly along your thigh as if to soothe the delicious stretch of his thick girth.Then once you adjusted, you’d move, meeting each unpredictable roll of his hips with your own as you mastered the rhythm of your very own long-haired bucking bronco.

And he’d be gripping you tight with each deep thrust, pistoning, plowing himself into you while watching his cock disappear into your slick pussy over and over with each forceful snap of his hips. And with every strained mewl he milks out of you he’d press you down by the hips and drill into you further, your weak cunt just about ready to tap out on top of him. This handsome bull’s sure a challenge, you’d be thinking to yourself. Eddie is a ride you wouldn’t be able to survive.

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The crowd disperses when the show is over. Eddie stands a bit straighter when you finally leave the middle of the floor, eyes darting towards the plush smirk that your soft lips create. If it’s even possible, he thinks you look even more heavenly. He’s sure you don’t even realize what you’re doing to him.

Little does he know that for you, he’s taken that same effect. You’ve grown so accustomed to everyone here that a new face has captured your attention. And you felt him staring at you, with a gaze so impassioned that you just about almost lost your footing up there. But you pulled it off real well, attempting to shake off the redirection in the form of a dramatic bounce of your tits.

It perplexes you. A man making you that nervous? Up until late, it’s become rather unheard of. You want to know this man and see for yourself what his energy is all about.

Eddie finds himself fixing his appearance when he notices your legs striding over, clearing his throat as his palm slides over the stubble that he had been trying to grow.

“You know it’s kinda rude to stare the way that you do,” you remark.

“How so?” Eddie challenges. “Everyone else is doing it. What makes me different from everybody?”

“That’s what I’m trying to find out,” you smile at him.

Eddie shifts his weight onto the counter, bringing the bottle up to his lips, taking another gulp. His eyes dart everywhere -- the metal buckle of your belt, the skin that was shiny with dried sweat, your hands that tap at the sticky countertop of the bar, the way your lips wrap around the tip of your bottle and the liquid that slips out and down your chin that he greedily wanted to tongue away.

“Funny,” you observe. “I’m here every Saturday and I’ve never once seen your face.”

He thinks he’s looking over at an angel, really, heart beating faster when he realizes it’s him that you’d made an effort to come up to. Made an effort to get to know.

“Interesting that you saw me.”

“I see everything from up there. And you’re a newcomer, I can tell. Sticking out like a sore thumb in the best way.”

You invite him into your energy, closing up the distance between the two of you with a graceful stride in his direction.

“You were amazing,” Eddie says to you. “Really know how to put on a show, cowgirl.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Eddie insists. “Spotlight loves you. Killer crowd engagement as well.”

“You a performer too?”

“Depends who’s asking.”

“Mmm, I don’t know…” you sigh dreamily. “Just a fellow performer lookin’ for some tips and pointers.”

Not much needs to be said to know that you two ache for each other, judging by how the intimate dive bar grows non-existent for as long as you two are captured in the forcefield of each other. Eddie thinks that there would be absolutely nothing better than giving you some pointers, his hand leaving the bottle, some of the liquid sloshing around the precipitating glass, heart pounding in his ears as he nods quickly. One rowdy night wouldn’t hurt anybody, he thinks to himself. And it’s very apparent that, the stunner that is you, wants take him for a spin.

“So what do you say, cowboy?” you cock an eyebrow at him. “Why don’t we ride off into the sunset, just you and me?”

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Flight of Icarus Character List

Lore Part 1 | Part 2

- Eddie Munson: Our boy is 18 years old, lives alone in his dad's house with Wayne checking in on him. By 1984, he's the lead singer and guitarist of Corroded Coffin and the DM for Hellfire. He's known as Freak King at school, and Munson Junior around town, he hates both. His grades are bad, but the only trouble he gets in at school is getting blamed for fights with jocks that he doesn't start or win. He works as a barback at the Hideout where his band plays sometimes. His status as town pariah due to his dad's criminal reputation and being an outcast deeply affects him. He wants nothing more than to escape that image, even if he's trading it for a different image. The story kicks off when he gets a chance to chase a record deal in California and teams up with his dad to get the money to move.

- Al Munson: Eddie’s dad, he comes in and out of Eddie's life. He's been abandoning Eddie alone/with Wayne for long stretches since Eddie was a child. Al's very charismatic and has even made Jim Hopper laugh. He uses that "Munson Magic" to manipulate everyone around him, he's a conman and career criminal. He taught Eddie guitar, but also taught Eddie to jack cars at age 10 and only sees Eddie as his little minion. He comes back to town, claiming he's fresh out of a prison stint in Colorado with a debt he needs to repay, and enlists Eddie into helping him rob a truck carrying drugs from his former boss. He leaves details out of the story that blow up in their faces. In the end, he leaves again when Eddie needs him most.

- Wayne Munson: Eddie’s uncle, factory job guy and the best caregiver as we all predicted. Wayne’s a quiet guy, very emotionally reserved too. Eddie says he’s never even heard Wayne yell, he’s non-confrontational. He doesn’t like Al, says nothing even when Al tries to instigate an argument. He deeply cares for Eddie. Eddie is very stubbornly independent, so used to being on his own because of Al, and Wayne tries to respect his boundaries while also being concerned, as Eddie gets very prickly about it. He tries his best to keep Eddie from getting roped in with Al, but overall he lets Eddie make his own decisions. He seems like he wants to just bundle Eddie in a hug at times, but they're not to that point yet in the book. In the end, Al's scheme gets their house burned down, so Wayne permanently takes Eddie in. He shapes Eddie by telling him he’s not his dad and to stop caring what people think and not to put himself in a box. Some nice tidbits: Wayne has a green thumb, reads Gardener’s Weekly magazine and goes to a bar called the Attic on Fridays.

- Ronnie Ecker: Eddie’s childhood best friend. She lives with her grandma in the trailer park. Her father passed away and her mother is implied mentally unstable. She meets Eddie when they’re 8. She’s described as tall, taller than Eddie since they were kids, always wearing a corduroy hat, and people mistake them for siblings. She’s the first drummer of cc. Ronnie and Eddie formed the band specifically because they had to do the middle school talent show. Then Gareth becomes the drummer when she graduates. She’s also in Hellfire, wants to go to law school and has a full ride scholarship to NYU. She’s sort of implied aro/ace after Eddie tries to kiss her when they’re 13, she says it’s not just Eddie, she doesn’t think she’ll ever have a crush on anyone. Ronnie is perceptive and smart and she teases Eddie a lot but they’re very protective of each other. Eddie gets blackmailed by Principal Higgins into dropping out when he threatens to jeopardize Ronnie's scholarship. Eddie never tells Ronnie this, even when they have a fight about him choosing to end Hellfire because Higgins convinced him his friends would be better off. This causes them to leave off on vague terms when she goes to NYU.

- Dougie Teague: This could possibly be unnamed freak from the show, but there’s an age discrepancy because he’s the same age as Ronnie and Eddie in the books and it says he graduates. So he would have to fail senior year twice along with Eddie to still be in high school in the show as unnamed freak. Dougie is the backup cc guitar player, whereas unnamed freak played bass in the show. Dougie is brash and blurts things out. He lives where Eddie calls the nice side of town and they rehearse in his garage. Dougie’s mom is not fond of Eddie but lets them practice there. Dougie’s dad is an HVAC truck guy.

- Jeff (no last name): Jeff is a sophomore and the bass player for CC, whereas in the show he plays guitar. Jeff comes across as reserved compared to Eddie and Ronnie. He played D&D with his older brothers before joining Hellfire. Eddie says Jeff knows more about bass than him. Jeff is ‘the nice one’ and generally nervous and anxious. He’s reasonable but he looks up to Eddie and buys into what Eddie says about the band getting a deal even if it’s unrealistic. Jeff is awkward around girls, wants to do good in school and he’s afraid of getting in trouble. The owner of the Hideout bar lets the band split a beer and Jeff is nervous the whole time. Also, when Eddie screws up, Jeff is the first to forgive him.

- Gareth (no last name): Gareth takes on the role of Eddie’s first sheep, whereas everyone else are Eddie’s friends, Gareth is like the little kid he’s fond of. Gareth is a freshman, there’s a whole scene of Eddie helping him create a D&D character. He’s hotheaded and a target for bullies. Eddie sticks up for him a couple times, and once, Gareth barrels in shrieking and throwing windmill punches to stop Eddie from getting jumped by Tommy H and crew, which results in Gareth going to the hospital with a fractured wrist.

- Rick Lipton (Reefer Rick): Rick is a very typical laid back stoner character. He's around 35, described as a giant soft guy with big smiling eyes and friendly face, wearing a Smokey the Bear shirt, and not what Eddie expected from a drug dealer. His house is also not what Eddie expected, being pretty clean compared to Eddie's teenage inhabited space. Eddie meets Rick through his dad, who has screwed Rick over in the past and this makes Rick unwilling to be the buyer of what they're going to steal off the drug truck. Eddie however puts on his best "Munson Magic" and convinces Rick. Rick is impressed and calls him Munson Junior, which Eddie hates. He goes back to Rick at the end of the book, needing money and a job. Rick gets him started dealing.

- Elizabeth Munson (maiden name Franklin): Eddie’s mom, he's a certified mama's boy. She doesn't appear in the book, Eddie says she got sick and passed away when he was around 6. She's originally from Memphis, Tennessee, where she met Al and they moved to Hawkins when she was 19, they got married March 12th, 1966. She loved Eddie's dad but Eddie says Al was always leaving her to go off on schemes. She passed her love of music onto Eddie. Her favorite was Chicago blues, Eddie didn't understand why until she passed and he started to feel it in his bones too. Eddie remembers dancing with her to Muddy Waters' "Rollin' Stone" and when the song comes on in the truck while he's doing business with Al, it makes him tear up. He recalls this memory several times, it seems like it’s his happiest memory. He says "When Elizabeth Munson was happy, the whole entire world was happy." His biggest connection to his mom was through her music. Then when Al's scheme goes wrong, the people he screwed over show up and burn down their house in an act of revenge. Eddie almost gets killed trying to save his mom's records, but they burn.

- Paige Warner: Paige is a junior scout at WR Music. She's not described beyond having freckles, chin-length dark hair and dark eyes. She has a younger brother on the Hawkins baseball team. At the Hideout, she sees Eddie's band playing and he chalks up the courage to talk to her. (He's squeaky and blushy, no game) Paige is in town for her grandmother's funeral, she remembers Eddie from the middle school talent show, though she is two years older. She likes his band because they're "real". She returns another night and Eddie (after some bad news that makes him desperate to chase his future) propositions her to get them a record deal. She's insulted, having told Eddie that guys use her for that reason, but they agree to work together. Paige pays for the studio time for cc to record the demo tape. In the meantime, Paige meets Al and Eddie is beside himself the entire time, not wanting her to find out the dirty work they're doing to fund his future. Then, Paige's boss only likes Eddie, and when she delivers this news, Eddie expresses that he doesn't want to ditch his band, but she says this will benefit both of them. So he agrees and it's implied they start hooking up, never making things official. She leaves for California and he's supposed to go later for his audition and stay with her. This doesn't happen, Eddie's heist with Al lands him temporarily in jail, and over a heated phone call, things end between them. It's implied that Paige pays his bail but never speaks to him again.

- Tommy Hayes: It's debatable whether this is supposed to be Tommy H from the show, whether his last name was always Hagan or if that was a fanon thing. Given his proximity to the jocks and being bitter that Steve has changed since dating Nancy, it's supposed to be Tommy H from the show. He's extremely violent in the book, which doesn't track so much with Tommy in the show, who's more of a shit-talker lackey. This Tommy bullies Eddie for being poor, a freak, and the son of a criminal. He bullies the whole Hellfire club and beats Eddie up on two occasions, punches Ronnie (accidentally?) when she tries to protect Gareth, and puts Gareth in the hospital. He faces no repercussions because the Principal is on his side, as Tommy's family is influential and rich.

- Principal Higgins: The principal of Hawkins High. Eddie is justified for wanting to flip him off in the show. Higgins has a ton of favoritism toward the kids from well off influential families, like jocks and preppy students, and always takes their side even when Eddie (and friends) are the ones bruised and beaten. He's a Bible thumper and hates Hellfire and also hates Eddie because he's a Munson, considers him a rotten apple that poisons the bunch. He wants Eddie to drop out to rid the school of the Hellfire club. After the brawl between the jocks and Hellfire, Higgins convinces Eddie that it's his fault his friends are considered freaks and get bullied. He blackmails Eddie into dropping out by threatening to jeopardize Ronnie's scholarship to NYU. Eddie eventually comes to his senses and finds his fire again when everything falls through. He gets re-enrolled in school and turns things around by blackmailing Higgins. At this point, he knows Higgins buys drugs from Reefer Rick, and uses that information to force Higgins to let Hellfire continue and leave him and his friends alone.

- Officer Moore: A Hawkins cop who has it out for Eddie. He's described as having a blond buzz cut, a square jaw, Superman level All-American looks. He has a growing mid-forties beer gut. He pulls Eddie and Ronnie over in Eddie's van, Eddie sasses the shit out of him since apparently he pulls Eddie over a lot trying to find reasons to arrest him, just because he's a Munson. But he has to let them go.

- CJ and Toby: These are two goons that worked with Al under the same boss, Charlie Greene, one of the biggest drug kingpins in Oregon. They are transporting the truck with the drugs that Al enlists Eddie to help him rob. Eddie and Al successfully rob the truck, but CJ and Toby show up to their house days later. While holding Eddie and Al at gunpoint looking for the drugs, It's revealed that Al didn't owe money because he borrowed it, he stole it because he got greedy. Eddie was under the impression that he was saving his dad from enforcers that would come to collect the debt eventually, not helping him steal more from them. Al wasn't in prison like he told Eddie, he was living large as Charlie Greene's right hand man, never sending Eddie a dime. At this point, Eddie and Al have already sold the stolen drugs to Reefer Rick, so Al turns over the 15 grand of money to CJ and Toby. They think it's settled, but CJ decides to set the house on fire too, since Al embarrassed them with the boss. The only reason they don't kill Eddie and Al is because Officer Moore shows up, having been following Eddie. Instead, CJ shoots Officer Moore in the leg and then he and Toby flee. Eddie immediately goes to help the officer (despite hating Moore) while Al is telling Eddie to come on so they can run. Eddie feels like its their fault Moore was shot and won't leave him, Al says he didn't realize Eddie was this much of a fool. Eddie tries to get him to stay because he needs him, but Al leaves him anyway and Eddie is devastated and numb. He's arrested when cops show up.

- Jim Hopper: Hopper brings Eddie a cup of water and talks to him while he's in lockup for the night. He calls Eddie "Junior" but Eddie's too numb at that point to care. He says they know that Eddie tried to help Moore, but he's being held for arson because of the house, until he makes bail. Hopper is really trying to give Eddie a break, knowing he helped Moore, and talks a bit about Eddie's dad. He says something cryptic about knowing Al in school and how every time something went down, Al was usually at the center. Hopper does Eddie a favor and lets him use the phone in his office, where Eddie calls Paige. Hours later, Hopper tells him he made bail and that Wayne is there to get him.

- Chrissy Cunningham: Eddie remembers Chrissy from the talent show. Eddie's dad was supposed to be there, but didn't show up, meanwhile Chrissy is disappointed that her mom did show up. A lot like the show, it's minimal but Chrissy is sweet with troubled undertones. Eddie's surprised she even talks to him, but she's nice and says she'd cheer for him if his dad didn't show. Fast forward to high school, when the jocks are giving Eddie flack, Chrissy tries to get them to stop. Then they try to lie to the principal and say Eddie was bothering Chrissy. Chrissy says it's a lie but Jason quickly silences her.

- Bev: The owner of the Hideout bar. She's a very no nonsense drill sergeant kind of lady. She keeps Eddie humble, calls him Junior despite him asking her not to, always tells him to get a haircut and doesn't like his band at all, though she lets them play there as part of the exchange for Eddie working there. The stage is just some rickety wood that her late husband built. It's implied she had something to do with his death. She's strict and doesn't give anything out for free, only Al is able to charm her out of a free pitcher of beer when he's celebrating Eddie (temporarily) dropping out of school, which stuns Eddie. When Eddie quits the job chasing his California dream, she admits she'll miss their band and that's that.

- Janice: Principal Higgins secretary who equally hates Eddie and favors jocks and preppy students. She wears coke bottle glasses that magnify her eyes and has a fanatical obsession with purple.

- Stan: A junior member of Hellfire who had to sneak around his parents to go to meetings by pretending to be at algebra tutoring, as they consider D&D to be Satanic. When his parents find out, they write a letter to the school, condemning Hellfire club and saying they sent Stan to a church program to cleanse him. Higgins shows Eddie this letter to make him feel guilty and responsible.

-Nicole Summers and Cass Finnigan: These girlies are mentioned in one sentence but I don't know where else to put this info. Eddie implies these are the two other hookups he had before Paige, once in grade ten and once senior year, saying that he could tell they were only doing it for the dare of getting with the freak. Though, he wasn't looking to be anybody's boyfriend. He compares them to Paige, who he feels like genuinely likes him

- Steve Harrington: He doesn't actually appear in the book but his balls get a mention so he's going on the list. The only thing to note is that Steve doesn't approve of any freshman getting beat up, to the point where the jocks do it behind his back and Jason Carver is worried about him finding out. Tommy says Steve doesn't have any balls since dating Nancy Wheeler. Eddie defends Steve's balls, saying Tommy can't talk about someone else having no balls when he gets his kicks beating up freshman.

- Will and Jonathan Byers: At the end of the book, in a record shop, Will and Jonathan walk in. Eddie recognizes Will from his missing posters and recalls the events where Will had a funeral yet somehow was found alive. Jonathan goes to the back for a certain record, and while Will is alone, Eddie watches as a few younger jocks come into the store and start hounding him, calling him zombie boy. Eddie takes up for him, goads the jocks and gets them to take it out on him, takes a baseball to the chest and they leave. Eddie tells Will that Zombie Boy is metal as shit and Jonathan thanks Eddie when he comes back. Eddie offers Jonathan weed and says Jonathan is way too offended by the question for someone with his haircut. This whole interaction solidifies Eddie's new sense of purpose, collecting and protecting sheep.

- Granny Ecker: Ronnie's grandmother. She's not a big part of the story at all but she lives in the trailer park too. She's a wooden spoon wielding grandma character. Eddie calls her Granny too and she worries about Wayne and makes Eddie bring him casseroles and stuff. it's just cute so I'm including it.

#characters and their parts in the story technically #i tried to make this where reading to the end gives you all the plot too #eddie munson #flight of icarus #steddie #< for the one steve mention hehe #steve harrington #stranger things #wayne munson #al munson #will byers #jonathan byers #jim hopper #ronnie ecker #gareth emerson #jeff stranger things #mp

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stupid islander

Mat Barzal x Crosby!reader platonic!Trevor Zegras x Crosby!reader platonic!Jamie Drysdale x Crosby!reader

yncrosby

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yncrosby love watching this loser with these losers (don’t ask about the ring) (but someone please tell the old man to get instagram)

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jamie.drysdale I don’t even know about the ring

yncrosby I’ll tell you later

alexnylander we’ve been trying to tell him. never works

yncrosby he’s so stubborn

user1 crosby siblings > anyone else

tysmith_6 I think you should give it up

yncrosby ty how could you

kletang_58 best sister award goes to yn

yncrosby damn right

user2 anyone notice mat barzal liked?

yncrosby who?

barzal97 ouch

trevorzegras does the kid like me again

yncrosby not sure Trev. not sure

trevorzegras wow thanks for the reassurance yn

yncrosby 🫶🏻

penguins what a game tonight!

ny_islanders just wait for Wednesday 😈

tysmith_6 first mat, now the islanders?

trevorzegras 🤨

jamie.drysdale care to explain?

yncrosby it was one date

barzal97 oh yeah?

tysmith_6 get out of here

alexnylander I’m telling Sid

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barzal97 right because your camera definitely wasn’t looking for me

yncrosby watch it 13

barzal97 ok babe, I see how it is

tysmith_6 hahaha, babe? thought it was one date

yncrosby 1 date … 2 dates … 7 dates, I don’t really know

alexnylander 7!? WITH THE ENEMY!?

yncrosby yours not mine 🤷🏼‍♀️

user1 probably using him for money

barzal97 other way around tbh

alexnylander just showed this to Sid and he says, and I quote “my sister will not downgrade her last name, he can become a Crosby”

yncrosby Sid acting like he didn’t know

barzal97 did he know?????

yncrosby of course, he’s my brother

barzal97 babe he’s gonna beat me up what the hell

jamie.drysdale who knew barzal was whiney

yncrosby me. I knew.

trevorzegras why do I not hate this

yncrosby and this trev is why you’ve always been my favorite 🫶🏻

user2 I bet she’s the best girlfriend

penguins but yn, think about the rivalry🤦🏼‍♀️

tysmith_6 damn these penguins moderators really enjoy the drama

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yncrosby love you most matty ❤️

barzal97 impossible love

jamie.drysdale 🤢

trevorzegras jamie get tf out

jamie.drysdale you’re on HER side!?

trevorzegras uh, yeah. made that very clear

alexnylander thank god Sid can’t see this

yncrosby oh stop

user1 I hate this

trevorzegras hey that’s my kitchen

barzal97 it’s a good kitchen

tysmith_6 can we keep it pg?

yncrosby we literally kissed?

tysmith_6 too much for the kids (jamie)

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yncrosby oh we love you jim jam 🫶🏻

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barzal97 don’t even pretend you didn’t want him too

yncrosby I did! but I don’t think it was smart!

barzal97 but who cares! we have a son!

alexnylander mmmm not quite

trevorzegras IM COMING OVER TO SEE MY NEPHEW

yncrosby OKAY

alexnylander what does Sid think?

barzal97 he’s literally here playing with him

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yncrosby back it up kristopher

jamie.drysdale now I can’t hate Mat

yncrosby because of the puppy?

jamie.drysdale yes! he made me an uncle

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user1 does this puppy have a name??

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Baby Hughes (Quinn Hughes)

Having a baby with Quinn wasn't on your plans but a trip to his house change a lot of things.

Note: Requested. I made the Luke plotline a bit more dramatic...

Warnings: allusions of abortion.

You were literally shaking. Quinn had your hand on his, he was sitting next to you and talking to his parents. They already know, he had called to tell them, but now he was getting into details

"You are not a couple then" Ellen asked.

"We are not. We are living together now and trying to decide how it will be when the baby is born, but we are not a couple"

You swallowed and looked at the family. Jack was standing against a wall, Jim and Ellen sitting in front of Quinn and you, Luke on a chair on his phone.

Jack had welcomed you with a big smile and a warm hug. He was excited to meet you. Jim and Ellen had been polite and nice too. They were still a bit shocked with the news and felt as if they were walking on thin ice around you. And Luke... He had barely said hi, which had hurt a bit. Both to you and Quinn.

"Okay... And... You know each other for a while, right?"

"Yes. More than a year and a half" Quinn said.

"So... You were friends and..."

"How did it happen?" Jim asked.

You squeezed Quinn's hand and moved a bit closer to him looking for comfort.

"You have three kids dad..."Jack said.

"Jack" Ellen warned.

"Sorry"

Quinn took a deep breath.

"Dad, I'm not going to tell you. YN is not comfortable with it"

"I just..."

"It wasn't a one time thing, it wasn't us being irresponsible. We had something established and it took us here. It was an accident but it happened and we both talked about it. A lot. We are sure this is what we want and we are going to do it" Quinn stated.

You were looking at him. He had become your everything since you found out.

"W-we both want this baby. I want it. I want to be there for both of them so... We are going to have it."

Silence fell and you moved your hand to play with a bracelet on Quinn's wrist.

"Okay... We truly are happy for you guys, a baby is... Wow. But it was a big surprise. Sorry if we didn't react as planned"

You looked at Ellen and smiled.

"It was fine. I understand. You don't know me and I'm having your grandchild. It's a lot." You said. Quinn admired how you always had the right thing to say.

"Ow, the grandchild. You are getting so old guys" Jack spat laughing.

"You will be an uncle" Ellen told him.

The two siblings shared a quick look and Jack gasped.

"Uncle Jack" He covered his mouth. "Oh wow"

A shy smile formed on Quinn's lips. He couldn't believe the happiness his Jack's face was showing. He wanted nothing more than his brothers accepting you and your baby. They were his world and now so were you.

"Guys" You called for their attention. "I brought some stuff." You got up and picked something from your bag. Quinn was smiling at you and chuckled when Jack took the seat next to him.

When you sat back and opened the folder, Ellen jumped and hurried next to you. There was an ultrasound, the latest one. The baby could be seen perfectly, the shape of the little nose was there and also the shadow of the hands.

"Oh" She covered her mouth with her hand. "Is that..."

You looked at her and nodded.

"She is our baby" You said with a big smile.

"She?"

"A little girl" Quinn whispered. He couldn't believe he was going to be a dad, a girl dad. He would have his own little daughter with you.

Surprisingly, Ellen hugged your shoulders and kissed your head. "I'm so happy" She squeaked. "A little girl. I always wanted a little girl and I only got a house full of boys"

You all laughed. "Show them, Quinny" You told him.

He picked his phone and played the video. It was the baby moving in your belly with the heartbeat sounding on the background.

Quinn and you knew the video by heart. You had played it so many times already. Still, it made you feel many many things.

"But hey, do you have a belly?" Jack asked.

"That's rude" Luke muttered.

"It's fine. I do. It's growing so fast"

You got up and took the hoodie off. Its only purpose was to hide it, but know that you knew they were okay with it, you had no problem.

"Oh" Ellen took your hand. "You look so beautiful. And... It's so big already"

"You can touch. She moves a lot"

Ellen laid her hand on your belly and her eyes grew a lot. "Oh... Hi sweetheart. It's grandma."

"Hey, can I?" Jack asked.

You nodded and he also laid his hand on the bump. Quinn was observing with the biggest smile. He was so in love with you.

Luke was watching from his spot. He didn't know how to feel. And minutes later, when Quinn got up from the sofa, he swallowed hard.

"Look at this" Quinn was happy, he loved that baby a lot already. He didn't know it was possible.

Luke picked the black and white photo and looked at it. His brother Quinn was having a kid and he was barely a kid. When had this happened?

"Okay"

Quinn frowned.

"Okay?"

"Yeah, okay. What do you want me to say?"

"I don't know. Congratulations?"

"Congratulations, Quinn. I'm happy for you" Luke said in a dry tone.

Quinn was a bit taken aback.

"Are you not happy?"

"I just told you I am"

"You don't sound so excited"

"Well, it's just a baby. I can barely see it in this photo"

"See her. You are having a niece"

The two siblings were getting frustrated. Only you noticed. Somehow, you always found yourself with an eye on Quinn. You had been friends, then exclusive fuck buddies. But it was now when you could barely stop thinking of him. And when he was around, you only wanted to be by his side. He made you smile and laugh like no one. And now you were worried. But you didn't move.

"Luke, this is important for me"

"I know. Good for you"

"Luke..."

"I'll be upstairs. I need to... make a call or something" And the youngest disappeared under everyone's eyes.

Quinn sighed defeated. He was hurt. He wanted his youngest sibling to be happy.

After that night, things weren't better. The next day, Luke barely spoke to you or Quinn, but you both could forget about it with Jack.

"I can be a really good Godfather, you know?"

"Sure, Jack. We will pass you a test and see if you are qualified for the job" You said with a smile.

"Idiot" Quinn said laughing at his brother. "I'll never trust you my baby, not until she can take care of you"

"You both are really mean"

Quinn chuckled and got up, pressing a kiss on your head.

"Cute" Jack said moving his eyebrows at you. It made you look away.

Quinn tried to ignore it as he walked away.

"Really, you guys are cute"

"Stop"

"He always talked about you"

You looked at Jack.

"I don't see why"

"Well, because he adores you. It's not new. Definitely not because of the baby"

You touched your belly.

"I think she helped. But at first, you were Elias' friend, then YN, then..."

"Jack" You warned embarrassed.

"Then he wrote us, Luke and I, a text saying he was... seeing you"

"I-I know that"

"Yeah, but he also told us he has never been so comfortable around someone"

You bit your lip and looked at your hand. You played with the ring Quinn had gotten you for Mother's day. I know it's still soon, but I saw it and thought of you and... I had to get it. Only you two and a couple of friends knew. Not even his family. Your bump wasn't even that big. You still fit in our clothes by then.

"He adores you" Jack said and smiled.

"He was one of my best friends before this happened"

"And now?"

You sighed.

"It's difficult to define now because everything is the same but still different."

"He said the same"

"Did he?"

Jack nodded.

"He is still one of my best friends but now we have this bond for life and..."

"You are in love" Jack chucked and took a sip from his lemonade.

"We are n-, he is not..."

"Oh, so you are"

"You are horrible Jack"

"You guys are in love"

You rolled your eyes. "I don't like you"

He smiled so big.

"You do... I'm the coolest brother in law"

"You are not my..."

"Oh, am I not?"

Quinn hit the back of Jack's head. "Don't bother my girls"

It was the first time Quinn said something like that. It came so naturally, he didn't even notice. He had you at home around his family, sitting on your swimsuit and enjoying the warm sun next to the lake, joking with his brother, carrying his child... You were his girl. He truly didn't notice he had said that. But you and Jack did. He wiggled his brows at you and you wanted to run and hide in a bush or something.

His girls, baby. We are his girls.

"The heat is exhausting when you are carrying a baby, Quintin" You said laying on the bed. "Plus, the belly is already making it hard to lay like this" You said caressing the sides. "I think she is sleeping, she gave me a hard day"

You haven't noticed how quiet he was. Laying on the inflatable mattress, he was looking at the ceiling. You had both agreed to sleep like this. Even back in Vancouver, you slept in separate beds to not make things weird.

"Quinn?"

"Mhm" He turned his face to you. He looked tired. Last night, he barely slept.

"Are you okay?" You softly asked while sitting up.

"Yeah, why?"

You knew him so well.

"Quinn..." You pouted. "Please"

"Don't worry, YN." He didn't want you to be thinking about his problems with his brother. You were pregnant and needed to be relaxed.

"Quinn. I'm not letting you sleep until you tell me"

He smiled a bit. He loved you so much.

"Are you not?"

"It's a promise" You smiled too and patted your (his) bed. "Come here, bud"

"Don't call the father of your daughter bud, YN" He said walking in your direction. Quinn sat on the bed, thinking that all you want was to sleep, but you laid back against the pillow and pulled his shirt. "YN, what..."

"Shh..." You just wanted to feel him close.

Quinn let you guide him until his head was on your chest. Quinn let his body loose around you, his leg found a place between yours and his arm protectively held you. Your hand on his hair pulled him close to your neck and he closed his eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"I wish I knew" He muttered. The whole situation was so confusing fro him. "I don't know what's going on with Luke"

You kissed his forehead. The baby moved and Quin caressed the spot where he felt her.

"It's a lot, Quinn"

"It's also a lot for Jack and he is excited about it"

"They are different."

You barely knew them personally, but Quinn talked so much about them.

"It hurts. He has only been a dick since we arrived."

You hugged Quinn tight.

"Maybe he needs time"

"I'm trying" Quinn nuzzled his face on your neck and your heart started beating hard. "Can I sleep here?"

"You are sleeping here, bud"

He smiled and softly kissed your neck.

You loved Quinn, Jack was right. How could you not? He was perfect.

It took you a while to fall asleep, but you were happy because Quinn was out only a couple of minutes after saying good night.

Jack and I are going to the grocery shop. We'll bring breakfast.

You read the note and smiled a bit. In the mornings, he would let notes for you so the notifications from messages wouldn't wake you up.

You threw one of Quinn's bigger t-shirts over and some comfy shorts before fixing your hair and walking downstairs.

The morning was still fresh and it made you happy, but your smile suddenly disappeared when you found that Luke was the only one around. He was alone outside, sitting in the morning sun watching something on his phone.

You wanted him and Quinn to be fine, to be happy and share this experience. The tension between them was unbearable when they were in the same room and it had everyone worried. Ellen and Jack had already tried to talk to him, but he had just shrugged and said I'm fine. Maybe...

You walked to the table and picked up the folder with the ultrasounds and other things about the baby that you had brought with you and walked outside.

"Good morning" You softly said.

Luke looked up scared. You terrified him but he wouldn't admit it.

"Hey" He cleared his throat. "Um... Sit?"

You nodded with a smile and sat. You caught his eyes checking your belly.

"We haven't talked much" You noted.

He looked down at his hands. He looked embarrassed.

"Yeah..."

"Quinn talks a lot about you. He told me about that game you have soon"

"Mhm. It's pretty important"

"Yeah, he told me. He is going, right?"

He nodded. "I want them all in there." He looked up at you as his words left his mouth. Maybe it had been rude, the others already talked about you as a part of the family. But you were smiling.

"That's amazing. I love how close you are. I'm happy she is going to grow in a family like this" You said caressing your belly.

Luke swallowed. He already knew why you were here. He had just realized.

"But..." You turned more serious. "I see that something is off, Luke. And I feel as if it's my fault. I know that it kind of is because it involves my daughter and I, right?"

Luke felt the worst.

"YN-no"

You moved a bit closer and he tensed.

"Luke, listen... It's okay if you don't think of me as a part of the family, I know the situation is kind of weird. But please... My daughter and Quinn... They are your family" You took a deep breath. "I understand if you need time to process everything. You don't know me, it's fine. We can go slow, there is plenty of time for that. But talk to him. Quinn needs you all. Being a parent like this is really scary. I'm scared all the time. And so is him. He needs support. And he needs you. You are his little brother. He wants you to be a part of this too becuas he loves you so much. You are his best friends, he needs you both"

Luke sighed and moved in the chair. He had a knot on his throat.

"When we started discussing stuff about the baby... Do you wanna know what he told me first?"

"She is playing hockey" It was impossible to not smile a bit. He could imagine Quinn saying it.

You laughed and nodded. "Yes, she is playing hockey. He was like, I'm sure my mum still has our sticks and the skates. Well, maybe not the smaller ones because I remember Luke broke a pair"

"I was the third kid wearing those skates" He defended himself.

"I know, I know. No worries about that." You said patting his knee. "The thing is that he started talking about the first time you skated with him and... He wants that with her. He played with you guys since you started walking, he wants her to do that too. At first it was your parents and him, then Jack and then you. And now..." You stopped and breathed." I cried so much when we talked about this" You told him and he chuckled.

It was a surprise for you both, but Luke grabbed your hand and whispered "It's fine, take your time"

You both stayed in silence for a while.

"Luke"

"Mhm"

"Can you do that for me? Talk to him?"

"I can"

"Thank you"

Again, silence fell. Luke couldn't believe what he was thinking, what he was about to do. Because as you said, he didn't know you.

"Everything is changing so fast" He said.

You looked at him and squeezed his hand so he would continue.

"We were kids. Then Quinn left, then Jack and... I'm going to play in the NHL now and... Quinn will be a father and... It's scary"

"Oh Luke" You caressed his arm with your free hand. "Growing up is a shit. And stuff change so fast. But... You will always have them, you know that, right?"

"I'm going to New Jersey and he will have a baby to take care of back in Vancouver. Things won't be the same."

You took a deep breath. You understood so perfectly what he was feeling.

"I will promise you something, okay?" Luke nodded. "Once the baby is born and we are cool about travelling, I will take Quinn to see you guys as much as possible. Okay? You are not loosing Quinn to us. He... We want you close to our kid."

"You too?"

"You are special, guys. My girl is going to grow close to you. I'm making sure of it. You are the Hughes, honey"

You both chuckled. "Okay." He said with a smile.

"Everything will be okay"

"It will" He said.

You caressed his cheek and he turned a soft shade of pink. "Do you want to meet your niece?"

"That would be nice"

You lifted your shirt and showed him the belly. "Her feet are right there and she moves so much. So if you put you hand right here you can feel her"

He cautiously laid his hand on your belly.

"Honey, say hi to Uncle Luke" You said.

Soon, the baby moved and he looked at the bump with big eyes. "Oh"

You laughed at his face.

"That's so weird, YN" He said. "It feels... Strange"

Your laugh was making her move more.

"Isn't it... Oof... How does it feel?" He asked without moving his hand.

"So fucking strange, Lukey" You said.

"And... Does she weight?"

"Yeah. It's starting to get difficult to do some things."

The baby was still moving and Luke couldn't concentrate because he had never felt a baby bump.

"My goodness... She never stops, does she?"

"Nop. And she is getting stronger"

"You have a person you don't know growing in you. Aren't you freaked out?"

You laughed hard.

"Oh Luke! I know her. She is my baby"

"Man..." Quinn felt Jack's hand on his shoulder. They had arrived five minutes ago, just on time to watch Luke laying his hand on your bump. You were laughing together now, Luke looked freaked out and you looked like you were having the time of your life. Quinn wanted to cry. Literally.

"She is amazing" Jack whispered. He was also emotional. Everything was emotional about the situation. You, the baby, their younger bother.

"I love her, Jack. I love her so much."

"I know, Quinny."

"I need to do something"

"She loves you too. She told me"

Quinn looked at Jack.

"She did, man. Plus... It's obvious. Mum told me too"

"I don't know what to do"

"Whatever feels right, I suppose"

"Is that..." Jim asked.

They had also arrived right after the guys.

"Oh" Ellen covered her mouth. "Quinn..."

"I know mum"

"Keep her"

"She is already pregnant, mum"

"Jack" The three of them groaned.

"Sorry."

"I'm going out"

Luke and you looked up when you heard the door opening. With his hands on his pockets, Quinn was looking at you with glassy eyes.

"Hi..." He softly said.

"Hi, Quinny" You said with your cute smile and then looked at Luke.

Luke swallowed hard, his eyes were on Quinn. You cupped his face with one hand and gave him a big kiss on the cheek. All the other Hughes thought the same. She has superpowers.

"Everything will be alright" You whispered and he nodded. "Go"

The youngest got up and Quinn walked closer.

"Hey"

"S-she is nice. I mean. They are" He chuckled.

"Come here, moosey."

They hugged and you smiled from your place, both hands in your belly now. You were proud of yourself. The last thing you wanted was the family having problems because of you.

"I'm sorry" Luke whispered.

"It's fine. I love you"

"I love you too"

You had to dry a tear.

When they pulled apart, Quinn walked to you and towered over your body, hugging you from your back. With his arms wrapped around you, he kissed your cheek so many times.

"You are incredible" I love you.

Breakfast was different that day. Everyone was laughing and joking, Ellen was telling you a thousand stories about the guys growing up and you felt a part of the family already.

The guys decided to go out on the boat in the afternoon, but for security, you stayed back with Ellen. Halfway through the afternoon, she called your name.

"I found this" She squeaked in happiness. You got up from the sofa. "It's hockey gear"

You smiled and helped her opening the car. "Oh my god, This I so cute..."

"That's one of the first we got."

The box was full of mini hockey jerseys a couple of sticks and a pair of skates.

"You won't need to buy anything for at least 10 or 12 years"

You both laughed.

"It can stay here if you want, i can't imagine how messy things are in Vancouver"

"That would be nice. We-we still don't know where we are going to live or... How... So..."

Ellen looked at you and sighed.

"Quinn is a good guy. You already know that but... He won't let you down, YN"

You nodded and smiled.

"I know. That's why I'm doing this." You said. "If it wasn't with him... I know that he is going to be here for us"

Ellen grabbed your hand. "You have all of us"

"Thank you, Ellen. You are so nice. I know you don't know me and everything but still you opened your house for me and..."

"Hey, you are a part of the family now. I don't care if my son and you are a couple or not. You are my little girl's mum"

You hugged her. "She is happy" You said looking down at the bump.

When the guys arrived, they had this big fuss around their old gears, the three of them talking like coffeinated kids around the table. Then the dinner arrived and as always you stayed by Quinn's side. At some point you received a call from someone wanting to check on you and the baby, so the Hughes watched you walk away to the desk.

"I have told her she can leave everything here, until you guys settle. Those jerseys and the skates won't suit the baby for a few years"

Quinn looked at his mum.

"Yeah, that's nice. We've been looking for a place"

"Hey, you guys also need to tell us what a baby needs. Luke and I want to buy a gift to her" Jack said smiling.

"Not a devils jersey" Quinn jokingly said.

"You know that the kid will have one" Jack pointed at him. "Who will she cheer when her uncles are playing? The knights?! No Q. That little girl is having her own Hughes jersey"

Quinn shook his head. "Only because it's you guys"

"Quinn"

He looked up to see Luke standing by the doorframe. The folder with the ultrasounds and everything had been sitting in the living room since you arrived and the youngest liked to look at it when no one was watching. He always got this funny feeling on his chest. He had gathered only know the confidence to ask.

Quinn frowned a bit when he saw the ultrasound on Luke's hand.

"What are you doing with that?"

Luke blushed deeply and chocked a bit on his words.

"Can I keep one?"

The four Hughes around the table looked at him with smiles. Since your talk with him, Luke was a softie.

"Of course you can, Moosey" Quinn said smiling.

But there was something bothering him. His family loved you and the baby. They were obsessed with you both, they keep saying that about you being a part of the family, they were excited and all. It was incredible, yes. But it was overwhelming because he kept dreaming. At some points, he forgot what you were. Co-parents. It was overwhelming because he needed more. Much more. He wanted you to be the sister and daughter in love. The daughter his mom didn't have. He wanted to be back at home with his girlfriend and daughter. Not with hid daughter and her mum.

"I-I will go and check YN. She sat on the edge and I'm sure she won't be able to get up" He said trying to hide the suffocating feelings on his mind.

"Just imagine growing a baby inside of you" Jack started the conversation, Luke following close and starting a very deep discussion about how weird it must be.

Quinn walked down the deck and took deep breath.

"Quinny" You had finished the call and were making grabby hands at him.

He chuckled and shook his head.

"None of that. Be responsible of your actions"

You gasped dramatically.

"You wouldn't do that"

He ruffled your hair and sat next to you. You smiled and hugged his arm.

"Is everything okay back home?“

"All good. They were just checking on the baby."

You looked really pretty that night. The sun had bathed your skin and made it look beautiful. Your days by the lake and the pregnancy were working wonders on you.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" You said with a giddy smile.

"It's... Luke wants to keep an ultrasound"

You smiled so big.

"You said yes, right? I didn't gave him a talk for you to say no"

Quinn chuckled and grabbed your hand. "I said yes"

There was something different on his eyes, something soft.

"Thank you for the talk you gave him, by the way. I don't know what you said but... Thank you"

"It's a secret between Lukey, Ellie and I"

"Ellie?" His eyes opened like plates.

"Your mum is an angel, she definitely will be named after her"

The name was on the list. You remember Quinn's shy smile and pink cheeks when he said it's my mum's name.

Quinn took a deep breath. Then another. And then another.

"I'm in love with you, YN." He started. "I-I just love you so fucking much it hurts and I can't keep doing this. I can't keep having you around, being so nice and loving with my family knowing that you are not mine. I want more. It's not enough to be daughter's father."

You only reaction was to pull him to your lips. The kiss was deep and slow, showing all the emotions you had been swallowing this months. It was so fucking difficult to be around him when you knew how his mouth tasted and how his hands felt and do nothing more than a hug and a kiss on the cheek. It was so fucking difficult to have him around the whole time, loving you and your growing baby and not being able to give what you had a name.

"I have been yours for a long time, Quinn" You whispered on his lips. "A-and I love you so fucking much too."

He kissed you again, wrapping his arm around your neck and pulling you closer.

"You are great" He whispered. "And I'm so happy to be living this with you. And one day I will marry you."

You giggled on his lips and pecked them softly. You looked into his eyes and brushed his hair out of his face.

"You better do"

He laughed and gave you another kiss. He had missed them so much. The decision of stopping your physical relationship after finding out about Ellie had probably been the worst.

"Are you my girl?"

You nodded. "That's what you said"

He rolled his eyes and stole one last kiss from your lips before hugging you to his side and kissing your temple. "I love you so much"

"I love you too, Quinny. You are the best I could ask for"

Quinn took his hand to your bump. "Is she asleep?"

"Nop"

"Hey, cutie. Dad here. I can't wait for you to arrive..." He took a deep breath. "Actually, everyone is waiting, you have a lot of expectations. And... Your mum is amazing so she made everyone love you..."

"Ellie?"

"Like grandma Ellen" You said with a big smile. The Hughes were sitting around you. All but Luke who was running late.

Ellen was hugging Ellie, who was born strong and healthy only 20 hours ago after a long day. Jack was peaking over his mum's shoulder with the biggest heart eyes possible and Jim was by the window with Quinn.

Quinn had been shaking since your water broke. He simply couldn't make it stop. He was a dad, you were a mum and tomorrow he would take you and your daughter to the house you had found together. Your house, where you lived as a happy couple and where your daughter would live her first moments. He had teared up a bit when his mum had hugged him, then when Jack had shaken him on his arm and lastly when his dad had whispered how proud he was.

"She has the cutest nose" Jack said. He was vibrating in excitement.

"Who does she remind you to?" You asked with a big smile because it was one of the first things Quinn and you had talked about.

"Um-"

"oof, I'm sorry. Everyone decided to take the car out today" Luke broke into the room and scared you all. "Sorry for being late. Hi YN, congratulations. This is for you" He passed you a bouquet of flowers and kissed your cheek. "And... Quinny, congratulations to you too." Luke hugged Quinn and then took a deep breath. "What a day"

You were all looking at him, mouths agape and big eyes watching him talking more than he had in his whole life. The reason? He was nervous as hell.

"Thank you, Luke" You said with a smile and a low laugh.

"Luke?" Ellen asked. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, mum. Perfect. Why?" He wasn't. He was sweating. "All good"

"Luke, buddy. Breathe" Quinn was trying to not laugh.

"I am breathing why do you..." He stopped when his eyes fell on the bundle Ellen had in her arms. "A baby"

You all started laughing, making him blush deeply.

"Yeah Lukey, that's why we are all here. We got a baby last night" You said drying your tears.

"You have to be kidding" Jack couldn't even breathe. He had to sit on the bed next to you because of how much he was laughing.

"You are all cruel"

Quinn pushed Luke softly. "Go and meet Ellie"

"Ellie? Like mum?"

Quinn nodded and walked Luke to the baby.

"She is small" He whispered.

"Do you want to pick her?"

"I already did" Jack said. "Best feeling ever. She is small and warm and cuddly."

Luke looked around nervously. "What if I drop her?"

"Sit with YN" Quinn told him.

The not-youngest-Hughes-anymore sat next to you and you kissed his cheek. Then Quinn passed Ellie to him and told him how he had to do it. Luke's cheeks warmed and a shy smile appeared on his face. Then Quinn moved the blanket and a loud gasp left the boy's lips. "She looks like me"

And again, you all laughed because baby Ellie was a carbon copy of uncle Luke.

Part 2. Related blurb: Quinn reasures you when you get jealous.

#quinn hughes #qh #dad!player #fic #fluff #nhl #Baby Hughes

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snowdrop-ivy · 6 months

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Chasing the Clouds: A Journey Back to The Beef | 1

Summary: Mikey left the restaurant to Carmen, Natalie, and you.

Trope: Second chances

T/W: Cursing, unresolved mental issues, trauma, suic!de, angst, and smut.

Word count: 4695

The sound of the alarm woke Carmy. 4:00AM. He had this dream on how things were a year ago, how he was in a different place being berated by the head chef. The time he always woke up everyday since he decided to move and leave everything behind. He waited for the alarm to finish to listen to the voice very familiar to him. He sat up on his bed and lit a cigarette before heading to sit in front of the window to look at the city lights Chicago has to offer him. There were little sounds he could hear that bothers him. The sound of the train. Kids laughing at the street. And your voice. The message you left him before cutting him off completely for bailing on you. Carmy played it one more time, as close to his ear as it can get.

Hey…

I know you're off and I know you can hear this so I'm just gonna say this one last time.

I miss you.

I miss how we used to be. How we used to be friends. How you and I would stay up and talk about everything. I know things got messed up when you left but I think what you don't know is you also left me. For no fucking reason. And the craziest thing is that I trusted myself you wouldn't do that. That you would not bail on me like your brother did to you but you did.

But you did… You fucking did it, Carm. And I still miss you. Every fucking day and I wish I can lock our memories in letters and drown myself in ink of you. God, I can fill empty canvases with your paintings because all I fucking see is you. But then I realized that after that, life's too fucking short to dwell on it. So if you want us to stay that way, that's okay. We'll each have the chance to be happy on the things we like and the person we love. And that's what I'm gonna do also. And hey? If you don't want to. That's okay too. I'm moving on, B.

So… This is the last time I'll chase you. Not because I got tired but because chasing you is like chasing the clouds.

I hope you become the best of what you really want.

Bye, B.

Carm clenched on the phone in his hand as he listened on the voicemail you left 5 years ago. He still gets updates of you from Rich and Sug. But that was it. You really meant what you said. And he blames himself for it. And the hole in the wall on his apartment when you left him that message. He knows what he did but also he, himself, doesn't know why he did it. Why he thought leaving you would be a great fucking idea.

He got up from his seat and got ready for work. Mikey left the business for him, Sug, and you to take care of. He thought that after Mikey passed away he would get a glimpse of you but nada. He got to the restaurant and stayed in his office. Or what used to be Mikey’s. He took a look at the bills with red stamps that said they’re past due dates and sat down. He got out and took a look at the kitchen, the bar, and the dining area. All of it reminds him of his brother. Of you. Or what he thinks the things you redid. Carm knew that you managed the restaurant before he passed away. Mikey told him that whenever they got a chance to talk. How you convinced Mikey to switch mayos, chairs, and cutlery. The crew came in and Carm decided to close the restaurant for the day to clean it. Every fucking inch of it, they cleaned, wiped, moped, washed dishes. Carm was hanging the penalty they got from the CBH since the restaurant does not comply with the sanitary standards. He heard a knock on the window and saw Uncle Jim. They sat by the window. Unc asked him how the restaurant’s been.

“And then you know, the produce bill is due, you know,” Carm answered pointing at the window. “And the power comes in and I can’t build enough of a parachute. Even if we got this place packed, that’s only like a week of survival cash.”

Unc sighed. “Exhausting listening to this.”

Carm knitted his brows, confused. “You ask me what’s goin on.”

“No,” Unc waved his finger. “I asked you where you’ve been.”

Carm tilted his head to the back. “You’re looking at it. This is where I’ve been,” He sighed and leaned on the chair.

“Carm, this place is bullshit,” Unc told him. “Right? I mean, you’re never gonna fix it. You can’t start at fucked. You understand that, right?”

He sarcastically chuckled. “Then why’d he leave it to me? Or Natalie? Or even your daughter for God’s sake.”

Unc sighed and looked at the window. “She’s doing good, by the way.”

“Who?” He asked like he doesn’t know what he’s talking about.

“Don’t fuck with me. You know who?”

They looked at each other before chuckling.

“She’s got a job in San Francisco as a head nurse but she still got her photography gig as a hobby. You should see her photos, Carm,” Unc amusingly said with sparks in his eyes and wide smile.

“Yeah?” He answered. “You must be proud then?”

“Of course,” He laughed. “She’s making me proud since the day she was born”

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Day Nineteen: Jim Hopper + Uniform

There's something about Jim, and that's before you come to the sheriff's department to bring him lunch one afternoon.

You and Jim had been dating for a few very good months now, but you had yet to see him outside of the fancy restaurant Enzo's, at his cabin, or when you took little trips and stayed in a comfy little bed and breakfast.

You had just been yearning to see him in his whole get-up. Wanted to see if he stretched out the sheriff's shirt like he did the nice flannels he wears to Enzo's or how he stretches out the jeans how he does the sweatpants he wears.

You were in a dazed thought as you pulled into a parking space in front of the sheriff's department. You aren't sure how long you'd been driving while making up dreams of what Hopper might be looking like this afternoon.

When you walked into the department you had excepted it to be crowded and filled with life, but it really wasn't. You looked out the window realizing that you might have come at a bad time. You walked towards the front desk. An older woman stood up, "What can I help you with dear?" The older woman asked.

You look down at my purse and the lunch bag you had locked in your hand. "I was… I'm wondering where I might find Sheriff Hopper?" You asked in the strongest of voices. Her face contorted for a slipt second then she just had a realization. "You must be Y/n, I'm Florence, Hopper's secretary." You release a breath that you hadn't realized you were holding on, so tightly.

"He'll be back in a few had to pick up a troubled kid, you can wait in his office," Florence says to you. You walk in stride behind her trying to keep up with the older women. Florence opens the door for you, and you turn. "How do you know me?" You ask her, She smiles "Hopper talks about you a lot even if he's not that much of a talker." With that Florence is gone, and you're left in Hopper's office.

While you wait you get his food out of the bag, placing it on the right side of the desk, and you start to look around at the walls of his office. Pictures, and photos with special people around the town when Hopper had become sheriff.

“I’m not bookin' you, son, I’m just gonna call your uncle.” You hear Hopper talking outside the office. You panic for a moment and jumble around to get into the seat across from his desk.

The door opens wide and with a pounding force on the other side. Hopper doesn’t notice you at first not until he goes to sit down and he sees food, and then your beautiful face.

“What are you… FLORENCE?” Hopper shouts. She walks fast to the door. “Oh, I forget to tell you that Y/n was here.” She leaves. Leaving Hopper standing there with a dumbfounded look on his face.

“You were gonna call somebody? Do I need to leave?” You ask him. He looks down at you. Anger and confusion melt away. “Oh hell no, stay here and then I can have lunch with ya sweetheart,” Hopper says. He settles down and reaches over for the phone.

It’s a rather short conversation with “I understand” and “It won’t happen again.”s added to almost every single other thread of conversation.

“Now let me get back to you sweetheart,” Hopper says. His voice was deeper and thicker. He gets up to the chair squealing with the weight coming off the old springs. “Stand up sweetheart,” Hopper says shutting his door and his blinds. “For privacy love.” He assures you.

You stand up. You had worn a little sun dress, one that gave off the curves of your body. Exposing most of your skin to the afternoon sun. "Do a little spin f'me." Hopper's voice is husky, sending shivers down to your core. As you spin the dress flutters up exposing more of your skin to Hopper.

"God'damn, you are so beautiful," Hopper mutters mostly to himself. You smile timidly. This is new territory. You want to ask Hopper to do a spin of his own. You want to see how he looks in his whole uniform. The light brown doesn't clash with his skin, rather makes his blue eyes sparkle.

He reaches out his hand for you to take. "Come sit on my lap?" He offers, and you take his hand. He walks softly to his chair getting comfortable before dragging you into his lap. Hopper's one thigh becomes your seat.

You talk and Hopper eats.

Hopper can feel your heat seeping through your cotton panties into his work slacks. It's driving him insane as you innocently talk about the garden behind your house, and how the kids that you do story time with at the library today were so good at listening today.

Hopper bounces his leg, bouncing you ever so slightly up and back down. You don't say anything about it at first. You nibble at your own food, not really hungry for food right now. Maybe Hopper reads your mind, or maybe something else gives it away.

Continuously Hopper bounces his leg, giving a few sharp bounces, and a few loose and slow ones. Trying to gather some sort of rhythm, that's good for both you and his leg.

Hopper finishes up the food you delivered to him, but he doesn't want you to go just yet. You go to get up after Hopper had thrown his trash into the can across the room. A large hand pulls you back down.

"Don't go just yet, baby," Hopper whispers. You nod and stay put. The bouncing of his leg hasn't stopped only getting better and better. The vibration and the force on your clit hitting the muscular thigh make your eyes go crossed. "I can feel your heat through all these layers," Hopper whispers into your ear, as he pulls your back into his chest. You try to look at him as your head rests on his shoulder.

"Jim…" a strangled moan falls from your lips. You don't ever call him by his first name unless you have far long gone in your mind. Lost to the power of your euphoria. "Are you enjoyin' yourself?" Hopper asks in a sultry tone. You moan, and press your lips into his bread-covered jawline.

Your imagination could never meet the reality of what and how Hopper feels in his uniform. You can feel the hard metal of his buckle digging into your back, but you welcome the pain of it. "Answer me, sweetheart." Hopper demands of you. "Yes… fu… yeah JIm I…" You're having a hard time expressing yourself as he grinds his kneecap into your clit. Wet panties sticking to the material of the slacks. "I bet you are sweetheart. I can feel how wet you are. You gonna make yourself cum on my thigh baby?" He whispers to you.

Your mind was already frizzy and frazzled, but now it's white-hot blank. You see nothing but the euphoric feeling that pumps through your body. You shift needing more pressure, or attention. Hopper's hands are held around your waist and pressed flush into your breast.

Your hands land on the crumb-covered part of the desk. Knuckles going white, and eyes closing tightly as you get just the right amount of pleasure from the hard muscle between your thighs. "Oh, sweetheart…" Hopper mumbles, "I can feel you, gonna cum baby? I know you are, god you're so beautiful." Hopper words are hot and push you over the edge.

Cumming through your white cotton panties and all over his uniform slacks. Your body leans, and lumps over the desks. Chest rising and falling as you try to catch your breath. Hopper's large hand sprawls against your back as he rubs deep, and meaningful circles into your back to calm you.

"Fuck Hopper…" You mumble out, "Did you come just for lunch, or where you think' about somethin' else." You chuckle a little, "What… I got a little hot from your sheriff's uniform." You say back, not yet lifting yourself from the desk. "Good to know sweetheart."

Completed: 07/29/23

Posted on: 10/19/23

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writergeekrhw · 8 months

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Recently discovered your account. So cool that you're sharing your experience with us! I discovered Star Trek during the pandemic and have since become utterly obsessed. DS9 was the best by far!

I would love to hear more about the writers! Were you all fans of trek when you were hired, or were some unfamiliar with it? Do you all keep in touch and share opinions about the writing on other trek shows? Is some of the magic lost from having seen behind the scenes, or does it enhance it?

Thanks!!

All of us were definitely familiar with STAR TREK (both TOS and TNG) when we joined DS9. In fact, most of us had worked on TNG at some point, even if it was just as a freelancer (like me). I think our degree of fandom varied. I would have characterized myself as a big fan of TOS and a casual fan of TNG when I was invited in to pitch to TNG, mostly because I fell off the bandwagon after the rough first season. But I watched episodes every night in syndication to prep for my pitches, and I definitely became a fan once I saw how much the show had improved after I gave up on it.

I'd say Ron and Rene were probably the biggest fans. They got into TV because they wanted to write STAR TREK, more or less. I'd say Pete Fields was probably the least invested in the franchise, in that by the time he came on, he'd been writing TV since MAN FROM UNCLE, so to him, it was just another show (one he liked a lot) and another gig. The rest of us were somewhere in between.

We all talk from time to time. I picketed with Ira a few weeks ago. I saw Brad and David on the picket lines over the past few weeks as well. We're not all super-close but it's always great to see each other. Sometimes we talk about current shows, but honestly, we usually talk about each other's families and how our lives are going.

As for the magic, it can be a little hard to watch STAR TREK now as a casual fan and not second guess things or wonder how I might've done a particular scene or episode, but I'm usually able to get past that to enjoy the latest LOWER DECKS or SNW. I still love STAR TREK in all its forms and I'll always been proud of the work Ira and the rest of us did DS9. I'm deeply blessed and grateful to call Ira, Ron, Rene, Hans, Brad, David and Jim my brothers. And I miss Michael, Pete, and Evan a lot.

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loveshotzz · 2 years

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Saturday Night’s Main Event. - One Shot

Eddie Munson X Fem Reader

Friends to lovers

Summary: Saturday nights were always reserved for you and Eddie. Sharing his love for WWF he won’t let you watch Saturday Nights Main Event with anyone else. After half a bottle of whisky and a wild match between Hulk Hogan and Randy Savage Eddie’s convinced he can do what they do. When he tries to prove it to you things get out of hand and feelings are revealed.

Author’s Note: This is purely self indulgent with my own love for the campy-ness of WWE, Still pretty new at writing fan fiction so comments, likes, and reblogs are always welcome! My requests are open and if i feel like i can do it I totally will. I’ll be writing part 7 of my series after this. Master list (light editing don’t mind my typos 🙈)

Warnings: This is long and this is diiirrrrtyyy. smutty smut smut with feels and fluff. Minors DO NOT ENTER!

Tag List: @emotionaldreamer @tayhar811 @eddiethesexy

Saturday nights were always reserved for you and Eddie.

Once he found out that you also had a deep love for WWF he wouldn’t let you watch The Main Event with anyone else. That’s how Saturday nights had become your favorite night of the week. Hellfire on Thursday’s always a close second, those were the nights you got your best friend to yourself. Those were the nights that made you realize how hopelessly in love you were with with the metal head. You’d never admit it out loud, hell you hardly could admit it to yourself. Eddie brought a comfort to you, a comfort you never wanted to lose. Love was messy and cruel and you knew, you just knew the hardships in life would break you two. That’s what happened to your parents so why wouldn’t it happen to you? Eddie’s at home life was just another testimony to add to your list of evidence. You were more then content with this little bubble you had built around you two, confident in your ability to hide your real feelings just sitting under the surface.

You blame Hulk Hogan and Jim Beam for tonight.

You two were always so high energy when you were together, especially on these nights. It was so easy for you to lose yourself in the matches with him, feeding off each other. There was never any embarrassment when you’d both be screaming at the TV or jumping from you seat when a finishing move blew your mind.

Eddie and you are Squeezed together on his love seat practically vibrating with excitement as The Warriors intro music starts playing. You try to ignore the heat of his thigh pressed tightly against yours. Cursing yourself for picking shorts today, something about his denim touching your bare skin was sending you into a silent frenzy.

“Alright kids, I’m heading out.” Wayne’s gruff voice breaks both your attentions from the TV. He can’t help but smirk at the excitement thats written all over your faces, happy his nephew had someone to spend what he knows are lonely nights with. Wayne could see clear as day the way you stared at his nephew but he was letting Eddie figure that out on his own.

“I promise I won’t let y/n burn the house down.” Eddie grins slinging an arm over you in what you thought was just a casual gesture, but as you feel his muscles start to constrict around your neck you don’t realize your in an arm chokehold till your eyes are face to face with the crotch of his black jeans.

“Eddie! Let me go asshole!” You immediately start fighting against his grasp needing to get out of this position immediately. Was the universe working against you tonight?

When you finally break free you give Eddie a shove before turning around to see his Uncle was already half way out the door chuckling to himself at the sight in front of him.

“It’s not her I’m worried about. it you she’s probably the only reason this place is still standing.” He teases lightly. “Be good.”

“Yeah, yeah get to work old man.” Eddie’s tone is exasperated but the playful glint in his eyes gives him away. You loved catching moments like this. The soft side of Eddie you would get on these nights is what made you realize the depth of your feelings for him, especially once he started to get soft on you.

When Wayne shuts the front door Eddie’s up almost immediately when he sees a commercial break, lightly jogging to his room. It’s not unlike him to surprise you with some kind of booze he had stashed under his bed, always whatever he could manage to swipe from the corner store. It was never the fact he was drinking he was trying to hide from his uncle it was the having to explain where he got it.

When he comes back there’s a shit eating grin spread across his face as he shakes the small handle of brown liquid, as he gets closer you realize its a bottle of Jim Beam.

“Jesus Christ Eddie, Jim Beam? I was expecting beer.”

Rolling his eyes, Eddie takes his place next to you on the couch and you swear his legs are spread even wider as he leans back into his seat.

“It’s a special occasion sweetheart, it’s The Main Event before Wrestle Mania. I was scoping this out for days just for this.” Eddie’s looking at you like he can’t believe you’d expect anything else.

All you can think about is the fact that he just called you sweetheart. The pet names were new, you’d noticed he started casually sprinkling them in a few weeks ago. Princess, sweetheart, and now pretty girl. He dropped that one during the last campaign and if it wasn’t for the looks on the rest of the boys faces when the endearment left his lips you’d do your best to think nothing of it. But it was the only thing you thought about for the last two days.

“My mistake Munson, don’t get your panties in a bunch.” You tease snatching the bottle from his hand before twisting off the cap taking a swig, its warm going down your throat and when you meet Eddie’s eyes you don’t know if its the shot that’s making your insides turn to mush or the look he’s giving you.

“Just throwin’ em back huh?” Eddie grins grabbing the bottle from your hands, and you feel his calloused finger tips brush against yours. The light touch making your body react and you don’t understand what’s happening to your self control tonight.

“It’s the Main Event before Wrestlemania.” You counter back arching an eyebrow using his own logic against him.

“Touché, you got me there.” He winks before mimicking your previous actions, you can’t help but laugh at the sour face he makes after the bottle leaves his lips.

“God that is AWFUL!” He keeps smacking his mouth in hopes the bad taste will somehow leave his taste buds.

“It’ll get better as we keep going.” You giggle reaching out for his arm in reassurance. He tenses under your sudden touch, his big brown eyes look at your hand before making their way to your green ones. You can’t place what you see dancing behind his pupils when he licks his lips and they tug into a small smirk.

“Promise?” You swear he’s looking up at you from underneath his lashes. Was Eddie flirting with you?

The sound of Randy Savage’s intro music saves you from having to figure that out, your eyes darting back to the TV screen.

“Quit being a baby.” You finally settle on snatching the bottle from his ringed fingers again tipping it back, welcoming the harsh burn.

The excited energy from before finally returns to Eddie’s living room when Hulk Hogan makes his way into the ring, the show demanding the attention from both of you. You spend most of the match completely enthralled, passing the small handle back and fourth between each other. You don’t notice with the match having you both on the edge of your seat, also had you drink almost half the bottle. You definitely don’t notice how Eddie grips your knee every time there’s a close count out.

When Hulk Hogan finally gets Randy Savage to tap out Eddie’s grip on your knee is released as he stands up to whoop loudly, raising his fist in the air. His actions make his Iron Maiden shirt ride up slightly giving you a small glimpse of the happy trail on his stomach. The universe was definitely testing you tonight.

“What a fuckin’ match!” Eddie’s ecstatic when he turns around to look at you. His doe eyes are glossy and slightly blood shot, a result of the cheap liquor.

“Yeah, that was wild! The way that he picked him up and slammed him down like it was nothing?!” You can’t help but match his happiness when you finally gather the words to speak, Eddie and the whiskey making your brain fuzzy.

“You think I could do that? Like pick someone up like that?” He’s flexing his arm squeezing the muscle on his shoulder to try and gauge his physical abilities that way. You didn’t mean to laugh at him but you couldn’t stop it from bubbling out of your chest.

His brown eyes snap to you on the couch head thrown back gripping your stomach to try and regain control of yourself. Maybe if tears weren’t welling up in the corner of your eyes you would have noticed him position himself in front of you. It wasn’t until you felt the heat of his breath fan across your face that you opened your eyes enough to see him towering over you. His hands resting on either side of your hips on the couch caging you in.

“Are you laughing at me?” While the smirk on his face was menacing the look in his eyes show you slight nervousness. Almost enough to make you feel like maybe being this close has the same effect on him. You finally let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“Why I would never! It’s completely believable for you to have the same athletic abilities as the WWF superstars Eddie.” Sarcasm is dripping from your words and his eyes narrow at you. The gesture makes your thighs press together.

You can feel his hands slowly make their way from the couch cushion before the heat of them are against your thighs. The squeeze he gives them is so gentle that your almost don’t know if it’s your imagination.

“You’re gonna regret those words pretty girl.”

Fuck. Pretty girl? Again?

Before you can react his grip tightens at the dip of your knees, and your being lifted off the couch. You knew Eddie was strong always having to watch him and Garett interrupt band practices with their impromptu play fights after taunting each other all day, but you didn’t think he was pick you up like a rag doll strong. The new knowledge goes straight between your legs.

You can’t help but squeal when you feel weight less for a second as he gives you a gentle toss up hooking his arms under your knees causing your legs to dangle on either side of his shoulders. His eyes are level with your stomach, the bottoms your breasts brush lightly against his forehead as your lean forward for balance, your fingers gripping into his waves for dear life.

“This isn’t TV Eddie, you need to put me down!” You try to sound serious but the uncontrollable laughter leaving your mouth doesn’t exactly sell it for you.

“Eddie The Banished has over zealous newcomer right where he wants her.” Eddie’s doing his best announcer voice as you feel his legs start to move you two towards the direction of his room. “It looks like yet again y/n’s mouth wrote a check her ass can’t cash.”

“I’m gonna beat your ass for real Eddie if you don’t put me down.” You tug at his hair a little harder to try and get his attention. When his eyes meet yours from between your legs you’re not prepared for the view from this angle, your body’s natural response to push your thighs together is stopped by his iron clad grip. You see something you couldn’t put your finger on flash over his face when he feels the movements of your legs and your cursing yourself for not having better control.

You don’t realize your falling until your back hits his mattress hard, almost knocking the air out of your lungs. Eddie’s laughing from between your legs, arms still loosely wrapped around just above your knees, his warm cheek is pressed against the smooth skin of your thigh. Your heart swelling at the pure joy that’s radiating off of him in this moment. You wanted to bottle it up and keep it for yourself for a rainy day.

“You almost killed us Munson, are you happy with yourself?” The smile on your own face threatening to break you in half.

He doesn’t move from his position after his laughter subsides, his grip on your legs tightening slightly before he responds.

“You know the maid didn’t clean my room today.” Referring to the combat boot he tripped on there’s a light tint of pink on his cheeks and your fingers twitch wanting to reach out.

That’s when you see the opportunity you couldn’t resist having positioned himself perfectly to use your favorite finishing move on him. His eyes go wide when he sees your thighs start to close in on his neck. He try’s to catch them before he can be trapped in but he’s too late.

“In a turn of events Eddie The Banished has been pinned by so called over zealous newcomer will he do the self respectful thing and tap out?” Mocking his announcers voice you tighten the muscles around his neck.

Of course Eddie doesn’t give in doing his best to try and break free, thrashing his head wildly against you. You’re too busy laughing at him that you don’t realize how close his movements have positioned his face to where you had only dreamed about him touching. The place he effects you the most. It’s when his nose accidentally runs the length of your covered folds that you notice, a load moan falling from your lips.

The silence that falls between you two is deafening and you wish you could somehow disappear into his mattress. When you go to release your hold on him his hands grip tighter to your thighs keeping them where they are, his nose runs along your length again this time with more pressure then before.

“Eddie.” Your voice is shaky when is comes out still trying to figure out if this was really happening or not, but then he does it again and your body shudders making you realize this isn’t a dream.

“Sweetheart, are you making a mess of your shorts for me?” Hearing Eddie talking to you like this sends another wave of arousal to your core.

“Open your eyes princess.” So lost in your thoughts you hadn’t realized you closed them.

When you finally open your eyes and look down the sight makes you bite down on your bottom lip another loud moan begging to come out. He’s rested between your plush thighs, the heat of his blown out stare makes you want to squirm, his tongue darts out licking along his bottom lip just inches away from your fluttering core. You can see his hips rutting lightly into his mattress needing the friction. He looks needy.

His fingers dig deeply into your warm skin “I said is this mess all over your shorts for me?”

Eddie’s dominant tone adds to the mess that’s building inside your panties, A fantasy of yours after you saw the handcuffs in his room. You’re mad that you’ve deprived yourself of the sight in front of you for so long, you don’t think you’ve ever been this turned on.

“Yes, Eddie.” Your voice is barely above a whisper.

“Yes what?” He’s not happy with your simple answers having thought about this moment himself for years. He runs his tongue flat along the wet spot on your shorts causing you to throw your head back and your hips push forward chasing him.

“Yes, I’m soaking through my shorts for you Eddie. I’m always wet when I’m around you.” You finally confess looking back down at him your bottom lip tucked between your teeth.

“That must’ve been really painful not being able to do anything about it huh?” He’s gentle with how he speaks but you can hear the condescending tone laced underneath it, he was getting off on how desperate you were for him. Still you can’t help it when you nod.

His finger tips trace down the length of the outside of your thighs until they hit the black denim of your shorts. They slide underneath the material squeezing tightly at the doughy flesh of your ass, groaning when he’s met with the lace trim of your panties.

“Lets get these off hm?”

Still only nodding, your voice leaving you Eddie makes quick work of the 4 metal buttons of your high waisted shorts his fingers curling around the top of them he pauses his eyes meeting yours.

“Are you sure you want to do this? You can tell me no and I’ll stop right now.”

Of course Eddie’s still making sure your comfortable, even seconds away from getting your pants off. You were a fucking goner.

“Are you sure you want to do this Eddie? I don’t think I can go back to normal after this.” You finally say wishing you could read his mind.

“I thought it was obvious.” He’s smiling so hard you can see the dimples in his cheeks “I’ve had a crush on you ever since you and your mom moved into the trailer park three years ago. If we do this, your gonna have to move away to get rid of me.”

“What if it doesn’t work out and we ruin everything? I can’t lose you Eddie.” All the reasons you’ve fought this for so long come rushing back to you now that the haze of lust has temporarily subsided.

Eddie pushes himself up, sliding his body against yours until you are both eye level with each other, still nestled between your legs. Propping himself up with one arm, his fingers reach out to brush the stray hairs from your worried face.

“I’ll always be here for you, even if life somehow fucks us up. I’ll never be able to stay away. Not for long.” the look in his eyes is so sincere that it almost brings tears to yours. “I love you.” He says the last part so quiet that you almost don’t hear it.

“I love you too Eddie, I always have.” Your confession comes out in a whisper and you can’t help but take his face in your hands crashing your lips into his. Finally giving into all of those years you fought against it. He doesn’t hesitate moving his lips against yours, his tongue begging for entrance licking at your bottom lip. Quickly granting him access you both moan into the kiss as it deepens. Both of you taking advantage of this opportunity to explore every inch of each other’s mouths trying to memorize exactly how it feels, Neither one of you wanting to forget any detail about this moment.

When you finally break away to catch your breath he makes quick work of the slope of your neck dragging with his wet lips across your skin, licking and biting at the soft flesh addicted to the sounds he elicits from you.

Your hands find their way to the bottom of his shirt, tugging gently silently begging for him to take it off. He sucks hard onto the sensitive spot behind your ear before pushing him self up on his knees. You watch with baited breath as his fingers curve under the hem up his shirt slowly dragging it up and over his wild curls. The view is even better then you could have ever imagined. His chest was smooth till it hit the happy trail you had gotten a glimpse of earlier and wanted to follow it, the demon head tattoo you had only ever seen the one time he flashed it to you at Hellfire was clear as day now. His pick necklace hanging above the dip of his neck. Pushing yourself up slightly you don’t stop yourself from reaching out this time, running your finger tips over the toned muscles of his abdomen watching them flex under your touch. Your nails drag through the rough hairs of his happy trail and it makes him suck his bottom lip between his teeth closing his eyes at the sensation.

“You’re so handsome Eddie.” You can’t help yourself as you eyes hungrily take in all the newly exposed parts of him.

When his eyes open there’s a look of adoration that dances inside them, he reaches out to cup your cheek in his hand, the cool of his rings biting into your hot skin.

“It’s your turn now pretty girl” His smile is gentle when his hand leaves you to join the other at the bottom of your shirt pulling it up. Eddie takes in an audible breath when he sees the black lace bra, he knows that it must match the lace he felt wrapped around your ass.

“Lace set y/n? Are you sure your plan wasn’t to seduce me tonight?” He can’t help but arch an eyebrow at you his grin turning lopsided.

Red takes over your neck and cheeks, you wouldn’t dare tell him that you made sure to wear a matching set anytime you knew you’d be alone with him. Despite your personal protests, you never wanted to not be prepared in case it ever happened. And now sitting here in front of him, you don’t regret your choices at all.

“Last time I checked you’re the one who wanted ‘wrestle’” you give him air quotes dodging his question.

Chuckling to himself Eddie shakes his head at you, his bangs falling messily in his face.

“Shut up, I’m trying to get you naked.” He teases pulling you against his chest, Taking advantage you start peppering your own open mouth kisses along the nape of his neck. His fingers tips brush against your back as he makes work of your bra clasps. Once he has them unhooked they ghost up your spine before gliding up to your straps, he takes his time pulling them down the curve of your shoulder. Bending down as he plants a soft kisses where the straps rested. His hair tickling the side of your cheek, you can feel how hard he is under his jeans.

“Let me see you.” His voice is low next to your ear and it makes you shiver.

You push yourself away from him leaving just enough space between you two for him to get a clear view as your bra falls away from you. Suddenly feeling vulnerable in nothing but your unbuttoned shorts, you’ve never been this exposed to Eddie. You can’t help but feel self conscious under his gaze as he greedily takes you in.

“Fuck - Sweetheart.” He lets out a loud breath through his nose. “Have you seen yourself in a mirror? Fucking perfect.”

Eddie’s words overwhelm you.

“Eddie, please just touch me. I need you.” Your voice shakes when you reach out for his hands bringing them to your breasts, your nipples hardening instantly under his touch.

His eyes close tightly when he feels how your body reacts to him a low growl leaving his chest. When his eyes open they are completely black and you can feel yourself dripping down your thigh, pressing them together desperate for some relief. Your words causing a shift in his demeanor.

“You need me huh baby?” His voice comes out like a purr as he bends down to capture one of your pert nipples in his mouth.

“Shit- Eddie!” You gasp as his tongue swirls around the hard bud before taking it between his teeth, your hands are buried in his hair holding him closer. When he’s finally satisfied with both he lets the one he’s working on fall from his mouth with a loud pop. His big doe eyes are almost unrecognizable when they meet yours, he looks like he’s ready to devour you and you can’t help the shudder that runs deep through your body. His hard on looks painful pressed against the zipper of his jeans and all you want to do is help him. Reaching out you cup the swollen bulge with one of your small hands, making him close his eyes at contact. He’s rock hard. A surge of confidence fills you knowing that you were the reason for how fucked out he was right now.

“Who’s got you so hard baby?” Its your turn to indulge in his torture.

He doesn’t give you any time to answer, grabbing your hips harshly twisting you around. With your back against his chest you can feel just how labored his breathing his. With out warning he ruts himself into your ass so hard you have to grab ahold of his bed frame in front of you to keep your balance a needy moan falling from your lips. You wanted him so bad.

His fingers dig into your sides begging to bruise your soft flesh pulling you flush against him, his lips trace down the shell of your ear and it makes you shiver.

“You know who’s got me this hard. Those fucking shorts had me readjusting all night.” His right had leaves its place on your hip and finds it way into your pants pushing past your underwear his fingers trace up your soaking entrance, his middle finger dipping lightly into your hole and you can’t help but flutter around him.

“Fuck, she wants me so bad she’s trying to suck me in pretty girl.” You can feel the proud smirk against your skin. “And she’s so fucking wet.”

You were starting to get impatient with how slow he was going, your body almost in pain with how turned on you were. Reaching behind, you do your best to undo the button of his jeans, when you succeed you shove desperately trying to get to what you want so badly. His hands are quick to leave their spot from teasing your entrance to grab your wrists, his grip is tight.

“Don’t just grab at me, use your words.” His tone I commanding and it adds to your desperation.

“I need you to fuck me Eddie. Please just fuck me.” The last part comes out as a whine and if you weren’t so lost in him you’d want to slap yourself for sounding so needy.

“Good girl, was that so hard?” You can feel the cockiness radiating off of him as you hear the jingles of his chains still giving you what you want shimmying out his pants. The weight of his dick hits the small of your back pre cum wetting your skin at contact. Your grip on his bed frame tightens a whimper leaving your mouth as you push yourself back against him needing more.

“Needy aren’t you?” He’s taunting as he nips at the skin of your shoulder blades, his hands making quick work of your shorts before he’s leaning back. “I just wanted to see these panties first pretty girl. You wear these for me?” All you can do is whimper pressing your thighs together tightly trying to relive some of the pressure against your swollen clit.

His fingers knead the fat of your ass cheek before spanking lightly testing the waters.

“I asked you a question. Did you wear these for me?” His lips are against your ear again and your feel him finally start to push the lace down your hips.

“Yes.” You bite your lip ready to confess to him what you swore you wouldn’t. “I wear them every time we hang out...just” You can’t finish your answer when you feel two of his fingers dip into you without warning. Your head falls back against his shoulder a loud moan echoing through his room as you feel yourself griping tightly at the slow motion of his fingers. He pushes them even deeper and you can feel the metal of his rings at your entrance, your mouth hanging open in a silent scream. He was so deep.

“Just what? Just in case you let me fuck you sweet heart? That’s so fucking cute.” He chuckles darkly in your ear removing his fingers from their place inside of you to draw figure eights on your swollen nub and your eyes roll in the back of your head.

Your grab of his hands stopping his motions tired of his teasing, you waited too long for this.

Twisting around you push with enough force to knock him on his back, the view of his hard on is even more intimidating from this angle. Eddie’s shocked expression immediately turns hungry when he sees you kick of your panties completely, he can see how wet you are from here. Its almost a reflex when he reaches out to wrap his fingers around himself for relief. A hiss leaving his mouth, sensitive to his own touch but his eyes never leave yours.

Crawling up him you let the tip of his cock run down the length of you before you rest yourself perching at his tip and it makes him throw his head back with his bottom lip tugged tight between his teeth a mental image he never wants to forget.

“Looks like I’m the one who pinned you Eddie The banished.” His eyes snap up at your words and before he can protest you take him in, completely bottom out.

“Jesus-fuck” Eddie screams, his fingers grabbing harshly to your waist, there’s a light sting of pain at his size but when you feel him twitch inside you it sends another wave of arousal through you coating him even more as you start to rock your hips. You hands are spread across his chest and you have a perfect view of his fucked out expression, his mouth is slightly open, eyebrows furrowed together in concentration and his eyelids heavy with lust.

“You feel so good Eddie. So big. So full.” Your hands leave his chest so you can move faster, his tip hitting your sweet spot and you’ve waited long enough to cum.

“You gonna cum princess?” His tone sounds sweet when he asks you and all you can do is nod feeing your self getting dangerously close to falling off the cliff you’d be climbing.

In the blink of an eye your high is ripped away from you, Eddie grabbing your hips firmly pulling himself out of you. Flipping you over Eddie rests himself between your spread legs his hard cock resting against your entrance. His pink mushroom tip hits your clit with every breath he takes and it makes you rock hips against him desperate to find your orgasm again.

“Over zealous new comer yet again gets herself into trouble with her smart mouth. Eddie The banished is in for the pin.”

Your eyes widen at realization of this words and just like you did to him he doesn’t give you anytime to answer before he’s bottoming out inside of you. Your scream is silent as he some how feels even bigger from this angle. Feeling generous Eddie gives you a minute before he pushes himself back up on his knees, hooking his arms under your thighs lifting your bottom half up with him. You are completely at his mercy from this position and you can feel your walls tighten around him again in anticipation.

“Will she do the respectable thing and tap out?” He arches and eye brow at you slowly twirling his hips and it feels so good.

Meeting Eddies’s eyes you push your hips up into him taking him deeper and it makes his eyes roll in the back of his head. “I’m not fucking tapping out, so why don’t you fuck me?”

You swear you hear him growl at your words, his grip tightening around your thighs as he begins thrusting into you hard and deliberate your tits hitting your chin with every stroke.

“Such a dirty fuckin’ mouth pretty girl. I’m gonna make you cum harder then you ever have and then you’ll learn to challenge me.” One of his hands reaches between your legs, his fingers find your clit and it makes your head fall back a low moan falling form your lips as his thrusts continue to hit that sweet spot inside of you once again.

Between his fingers working your swollen nub and the deep strokes of his cock you could feel the coil start to tighten in your stomach again. The only word you knew was his name, it’s the only thing that left your mouth as he continued never slowing down.

“Look at me, I wanna see your eyes when you cum, I can tell your close baby. Cover me, tell everyone who’s making you feel this good. Fuck all I’ve ever wanted was to see you cum.” Eddie’s words are dunk with lust as he watches your green eyes open and meet his. Your walls are sucking him in as you can feel yourself start to fall apart at his words.

“Fuck Eddie, I’m cumming.” You gasp as his tip hits at a slightly different angle, your mouth falls open as you watch his dark eyes hungrily devour you as your orgasm washes over you. The feeling of you coming undone around him makes Eddie’s orgasm dangerously close behind you, his thrusts getting sloppier as your walls continue to flutter around him.

“Shit- I’m gonna cum.” You can feel his grip loosen around your thighs to get ready to pull out and you clamp your legs around his arms so he can’t move still milking him, his eyes go wide at your actions

“I said I’m gonna cum, Shit-fuck I can’t stop.” His words come out as a whine as his eyes close tight his cock twitching inside of you before he’s painting your walls with himself. You don’t think you’ll ever get enough of this feeling, thankful for birth control. Eddie’s body finally collapses on top of you still not daring to pull himself out, you both lay there for a second catching your breaths, with your arms wrapped around him you enjoy the feeling of being connected. Something about it makes you feel complete, like there was a piece of you that he held and you didn’t know how bad you needed it until now.

When Eddie finally breaks away from you he’s propping himself up on his forearms so he’s eye level with you, there’s a shit eating grin on his face and you know he’s about to ruin this moment.

“So I definitely won that match.”

You roll your eyes so hard you think they might get stuck in the back of your head.

“It was a no contest match sorry.” Your snort pushing him away but he doesn’t budge.

“Well, good thing your spending the night. I’m demanding a rematch, this is the beginning of a long feud pretty girl, I hope your ready.” Eddie’s still grinning as he bends down to capture your lips. The feeling of Eddie still inside of you and the love he was trying to convey to you in the way his lips moved against yours, you’re glad you didn’t have to fight it anymore because honestly it’s even better then you could of ever dreamed