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finntheehumaneater · 3 months

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I owe you a black eye and two kisses (pt 14)

(Part one) (part fifteen)

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Things were supposed to get worse before they got better. Steve had heard that too many fucking times to count. That his life would get more fucked up before he could be normal again. Before he could go to sleep without nightmares. Before he could lift his arms fully above his head without it hurting. Before he could look at himself in the mirror and not see blood.

It was going to get worse before it got better, and Steve had no patience, left to wait for ‘better’ to happen.

“So, you’re taking your kids out today, right?” Eddie asked, and it took Steve a moment to register what he was saying from where he was sitting with Wayne at the table.

“Hm? Oh, uh, they’re not—not mine,” Steve said quickly, his face flushed. He felt hot in Eddie’s hoodie, his fingers tugging at the sleeves. “I just babysit them.”

“I know,” Eddie said, and Steve could feel the smile on his lips when he placed his hands on the back of the chair he was sitting in and pressed a kiss to the top of Steve’s head.

Steve wished he would be less touchy when Wayne was around—but he didn’t say anything. Wayne didn’t seem to mind, but it felt weird to be touchy like that around someone’s parent. Or not parent, per se, but close enough to one.

“If you want me to drive them instead, I could,” Eddie offered, and Steve nearly hit his head into Eddie’s chin when he shout out of his chair, stiff and panicked even though he didn’t know why. Except he did know, but he didn’t want to admit it.

“No—no,” he said quickly, and he felt his stomach twist when Eddie’s face fell, his hand sliding off of the chair. Wayne stayed silent. Steve wanted him to say something—to change the subject or to leave because the room because this was embarrassing enough as is.

“I mean…no, eds, it’s fine,” he whispered, stepping back over to Eddie and pressing a quick kiss to his lips, even though Wayne was right there, and hoping that it would make Eddie forget that any of this ever happened. It’s what his dad did to his mom, so it was supposed to work, right? “I appreciate the offer, though, it was thoughtful of you.”

Eddie nodded, reaching his arms out like he wanted to wrap them around Steve’s waist, but Steve stepped away, patting Eddie’s shoulder and sighing. “I should, uh…I should go. Gotta pick up my—the kids. Gotta pick up the kids.”

He forced himself to look away from Eddie’s hurt expression—didn’t understand why he looked so hurt anyways—and slipped on his shoes, opening the door.

“Bye, Mr. Munson,” He muttered, giving Wayne a small smile and a wave before slipping outside. His car was parked in the driveway—had been for the past few days after Eddie had driven to Steve’s house with him to pick up some of his shampoo (and his hairspray) so that he could actually wash his hair.

He tried not to think too much about how Eddie was feeling as he drove over to Max’s house.

“He didn’t say goodbye to me,” Eddie muttered, plopping down into the chair with a huff while Wayne got up to pour more coffee into his mug.

“That’s ‘cuz your boy likes me more than you, eds.”

“He does not,” Eddie snapped, glaring at Wayne with no anger in his expression whatsoever. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, chewing on the inside of his cheek in worry. “Is—was Molly ever like this?”

He felt bad for asking—especially since Molly had died before Eddie had been born—but Wayne had told him over and over again that he didn’t want her to be one of those things that people didn’t talk about. That he didn’t want her to be one of those things that people forgot over time.

“Like what?” He asked absentmindedly, but his voice was a bit strained, shoulders set and spine straight. It was hard for both of them to talk about her, but harder on Wayne.

“I dunno. Steve just….he doesn’t talk to me.”

“He’s quiet, that’s for sure. Polite, too.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Eddie muttered, sighing and running a hand down his face, pushing his bangs back from his forehead where they fell. “He doesn’t talk to me about important things. Like what he wants. How he’s feeling. I��half the time it feels like he doesn’t even want to be around me. Everything I do sets him off, and he’s sad all the time.”

“You’re upset with him for being sad?” Wayne muttered back, his tone accusatory as he narrowed his eyes, taking a sip from his mug, his back against the cabinets.

“I’m not upset with him for anything,” Eddie clarified quickly, heat crawling into his cheeks. “He’s allowed to be upset, he’s allowed to feel whatever he wants, but this is…I’m worried. I know it had something to do with the mall fire he was in, but—“

“He was there?” Wayne cut in, his expression softening.

Eddie nodded, his tongue lame and limp in his mouth.

Wayne sighed, setting his mug down and crossing his arms. “Molly was…she was complicated. Most complicated woman I’ve ever met. She was so stubborn, but…she did whatever I wanted to do. And I think maybe that’s why she left us. You don’t let the same thing happen to you and your boy, you hear me?”

Eddie wanted to get up and hug his uncle. He wanted to, but he didn’t—he could see the way that Wayne’s eyes got all glassy and fogged over, but he stayed put. Wayne would have pushed him away if he had tried to get too close, now, because as much as he loved and put up with Eddie, he still wasn’t a hugger.

Eddie nodded, looking down at the wood of the table.

He heard Wayne sigh again.

“I’m gonna talk to Steve when he gets back. I know some guys who got like this once they were discharged. It’s hard goin’ through somethin’ like that.”

Eddie looked up when he felt Wayne’s hand clamp over his shoulder. “And then you’re going to talk to him yourself, yeah?”

“Everytime I try to talk about it turns into yelling,” Eddie said desperately, his voice rough and on the edge of pleading even though he didn’t know why. “I hate fighting with him, it makes me feel horrible.”

“I know,” Wayne muttered, his fingers ruffling through Eddie’s hair before he stepped away. It felt weird. Affectionate and grounding, but weird. “But promise me you’ll try. And, if it helps, I don’t think he’ll start yellin’ if I’m in the house.”

Eddie nodded again, not knowing what else to say.

He let Wayne finish his coffee in silence.

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meekahy · 6 days

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Stood Up

Hi guys, 2 fics in one day! This one is inspired by me getting stood up on a date tonight. Need a Quinn in my life <3

You were listening to the 1975 on repeat as you put your makeup on in the mirror for a date. Singing along to Love Me, you put on some pink eyeshadow and then your mascara. Once satisfied with how you looked, you went to put on an outfit. You had previously picked out a few different outfits just in case you didn’t like one outfit. The first outfit was a gray crop top with a plaid skirt. You tried it on and decided you didn’t like the vibes. The second outfit was a black cropped cardigan that you left buttoned and a gingham mini skirt. You felt so cute in this, you left it on.

Sitting on your bed, you head to Pinterest to see what you could do with your hair. You scrolled and found something that you would be able to do quickly. You plugged your curling iron in and started to part your hair into sections while it heated up. After it was hot, you took a section and twirled it around the barrel. Getting all of your hair curled, you sprayed it with hairspray, setting the curls. Looking back at the pin you saved, you parted your hair into a half-up situation with your hair parted in the middle. After gathering the pigtails you had into your hand, you pulled a loose strand to hang down in front of your eyes. You secure the pigtails with elastic bands and then you hairsprayed everything into place.

You put your finishing touches on as your phone dinged. Your date messaged you saying that he would be there to pick you up in ten minutes. Smiling, you replied that you were ready and would await on the steps. You quickly put on your white Adidas sneakers before heading outside to sit on the steps and wait for your date.

Looking down at your phone for the time, you notice it has been a half hour since your date was supposed to pick you up. Unlocking your phone, you shoot your date an “Are you okay?” text. After another ten minutes, you realize you have been stood up. As a tear slipped down your cheek, you quickly texted your best friend, Quinn.

“Quinny, I just got stood up. Was supposed to go out with someone and they ghosted me,” you typed before hitting send. Tucking your phone into your lap, you let the tears fall.

Almost immediately, Quinn texted you back saying, “Who the fuck do I need to talk to? Where are you? I’m coming to get you.”

Through the tears, you told him you were on the steps of your place.

“I’ll be there in 5,” he sent instantly. You sighed as you put your phone down, and pulled your arms around yourself.

Quinn was there in three minutes. He drove so fast, and he was so mad at the guy who stood you up. Why would someone do that? Even though he was your best friend, he’s had a huge crush on you since the moment you guys met.

He parked and got out of the car and walked over to sit by you. Quinn wrapped an arm around your shoulders and let you lay your head on his. He rubbed your arm up and down as you let out a small sob.

“Oh, honey,” he whispered, “It’ll be okay. He’s not worth it anyway. You, however, are.”

Lifting your head from his shoulder, you looked at him in the eyes, “You think so?”

Quinn nodded, “I know so. What would you like to do now?”

“I’m not sure,” you mumbled as Quinn wiped away a stray tear from your eyes.

Quinn gathered a bit of courage before asking you, “Do you want to go on a date with me? I know we’re just best friends and all, but I really like you. I have for a long time and I understand if you don’t want-” You cut off his rambling by pulling him in for a sweet kiss.

“Quinn, I’d love to go on a date with you. I’ve liked you for a while too, just thought you didn’t like me like that. I didn’t want to say anything so I just went on dates as a distraction. I’m-” It was his turn to cut off your rambling with a kiss. His hands slid into both of yours as you deepened the kiss.

Breaking the kiss to breathe, Quinn said breathlessly, “Forgot to tell you that you look beautiful tonight.”

A bright blush grazed your cheeks as you squeezed his hands. “Do you want to come in? We could watch a movie or something,” you shyly questioned.

“Only if I can call you my girlfriend,” he stated matter of factly.

“Deal,” you replied as you pressed one last kiss to Quinn’s lips before tugging him towards your apartment.

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bvtbxtch · 7 months

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Live from the Upside Down | Eddie Munson

Day Ten of Kinktober

Summary: There is a special Corroded Coffin show in Hawkins to celebrate Halloween. You've been a devoted fan since Eddie started becoming a part of your family, but you haven't seen him in what has felt like forever. Seeing the metalhead again stirs up feelings you forgot you had.

wc: ~3.9k

Pairings: Rockstar!Older!Eddie Munson x Henderson!Reader (Older Eddie is 30, reader is 23. Feelings had been secretly mutual for a while, but Eddie did not groom reader and they did not explore any of their feelings until reader was of age and able to make informed consent.)

Warnings: smut smut smut, so this is obviously 18+ MDNI!!! cheating (reader had a boyfriend but was not serious, but don't cheat on your partners, y'all), oral (m receiving), facefucking, swallowing cum, fingering, reference to Eddie being overstimulated, public sex, power and control kink if you squint, Eddie and Reader join the mile high club but is not included in the story.

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a/n: thank you for your patience yall. I had a really fucky wucky night and I just could not get this thing done. There will be two posts today, and the potential for there to be two posts on Friday because its my birthday Thursday!! I love you all and thank you for the continued support.

It had been almost 10 years to the day that Eddie Munson had left town. Five years since Eddie had stuck his middle finger up to Hawkins and left everyone and everything behind. It had been 8 years since Corroded Coffin took off and started touring the world. You were 13 when Eddie left, your brother - arguably Eddie’s biggest fan - was 15. The rockstar came back to visit often, opting to stay with your family rather than an empty hotel. Your mom cooked elaborate dinners when he was in town and Eddie would always bring you and Dustin souvenirs from his travels around the world. Eddie was an honorary member of the Henderson clan, but the looks you gave him were always more longing than that of the ‘annoying little sister’. Dustin figured you had a little crush, and that's all you chalked it up to be as well. But even once Eddie would inevitably leave again, you felt your heart shatter. As you got older, you let your fleeting feelings take a back burner as you had casual boyfriends. You hated to admit it, but even when they were around, your mind would wander to Eddie and what he would feel like between your thighs instead of your boy toy for the month.

Eddie hadn’t been shy in sharing his admiration for you, especially when you graduated and even more so when you started going to the bars with Dustin and his friends. Last time he was in town, the three of you had blundered home drunk from the Hideout. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you slapped a kiss onto his cheek.

“I’m happy you’re here, Eddie.” He looked into your glassy eyes with admiration. He kissed you back on your cheek. He smelt of weed and whiskey, but it was home. You felt like you belonged in his arms and the way he held you made you believe he felt the same way. You wanted to kiss him so badly, but your moment was interrupted when Dustin clammored back to the two of you, beers clanging in his hands. There had been stolen glances since then, but never the same moment. That was two whole years ago, and you hadn’t seen him since your last goodbye a few short weeks after.

You stared at your reflection in the mirror, a haze of hairspray clouding your vision. You ran your finger across your bottom lip, smudging away any rogue pink stain from your lip liner. Your lashes were fanned out and your eyes had the perfect dusting of glitter for them to pop. Your heart was beating out of your chest with excitement. Dustin’s old Corroded Coffin shirt hung across your shoulders and your legs were showcased effortlessly with a pair of ripped shorts. You were unnaturally excited, not having seen one of your favorite people in the world for unnaturally too long. When Eddie hadn’t been calling as often, but your heart skipped a beat when you saw 5 tickets for Eddie’s Hideout Halloween concert and a note from the rockstar, you couldn’t help but squeal in excitement. Your smile faltered when you looked at the names on the guestlist details in the letter: Dustin Henderson +1, Robin Buckley, and lastly your name scribbled with a +1 beside it. Eddie thought you would have a boyfriend or at least a date that would accompany you. You opted to invite your friend Chrissy, instead of your new boyfriend in hopes to send a message.

Dustin, Suzy, Chrissy and Robin filed into your family station wagon and you made the short trek across town. Dustin and Suzy had gone as some interpretations of Labyrinth characters. Robin wore her Camp Crystal Lake T-shirt she had gotten from the Goodwill and Chrissy had slipped into her old cheerleading uniform. You opted not to wear any halloween costumes, instead choosing to put on an outfit to highlight your best assets. You crowded into the bustling bar, feeling a warm fuzz in your chest from the shots you had taken with Suzy and Robin. You pushed your way to the front of the busy stage. The lights from the stage filled you with more anticipation. The boys had done their sound check before you arrived - you normally were invited to sound check and to hang out with the band, but apparently they wanted to keep their new sets a secret - so you bounced on your feet, waiting for the empty space to be filled with cheering, buzzing of amps and the thrash of guitar.

The music ran through you like electricity. You danced and jumped and sang along to every song. Eddie’s eyes pierced through yours as he sang the band’s idea of a slower love song, your wide grin made Eddie smirk and blush. In a sea of people, you were the only set of eyes he could connect to; your presence was magnetic and he had forgotten how much he had truly missed you. You had lost the plumpness in your cheeks and your hips swayed gracefully. You were no longer Dustin’s cute little sister, and Eddie finally felt like he could finally act on his most suppressed desires, and he could tell that you were encouraging him to. He poured this desire into his music. Your cohort of friends whooped and screamed at the end of the show, showing Eddie, Gareth, Jeff and Drew the love and appreciation louder than anyone else in the swelling crowd.

The five of you waited by the front of the stage until a burly man in a tight black T-shirt approached you from the stage. He had his sunglasses on and a mean snarl fastened to his face.

“Eddie wants to see all of you in the green room. Follow me.” The man gave you no time to ask questions, but you all hauled yourselves onto the stage and followed him backstage and down a dimly lit hallway. You giggled. Even Eddie’s wildly successful band couldn’t mask the Hideout for what it really was: a dump. The security guard stopped in the middle of the hallway and gestured to the door on your left. One by one, all of your friends filed in, but you felt a meaty grip on your shoulder.

“Not you, you follow me.” the guard ordered. None of your people had noticed your swift exit. You were led into the room across the hall. The guard opened the door up for you and you were hurried into the open door. It was closed the second you breached the doorway and you were met with a stark smell of weed and leather couches dimly lit with assorted lamps (that had undoubtedly been retrieved from the Hawkins dump). A familiar head of damp curls and a shit eating grin greeted you, standing from one of the leather couches.

“Hey, sweetheart.” His voice was low, but the excitement on his face was palpable. Your heart somersaulted as you lunged into his arms.

“Missed you, Ed.” you muffled into his shirt.

“Likewise, sweets.” His hands migrated to your waist and he had to restrain himself from grabbing lower or harder. His cool was rapidly slipping. You looked up at him with your big doe eyes. He couldn’t deny that he had fucked his own fist thinking about your eyes looking up at him like that between his own thighs. You pulled away from him like you could sense the burning hot need inside of him. Eddie’s face fell into a frown of want. You were wrapped around his finger already.

“Where is every-” You couldn’t finish your sentence and Eddie had you up against the wall, his lips crashed onto yours. You let out a surprised moan as your lips frantically tried to keep up with Eddie’s assault. You craned your neck up to let Eddie deepen the kiss. With matching moans, you opened your mouth to let Eddie’s tongue explore you. What you wouldn’t give to feel his tongue explore elsewhere…

Eddie pulled away from you with a smack and studied your face, searching for any kind of hesitation. What he found instead was your normally bright eyes dark with lust, your lips were swollen and you bit down hard on your lip. Eddie moaned at the sight of you.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” Eddie cooed into your neck as he began another assault on your clavicle. He sucked hard onto you and when you hissed out in pain, he ran his tongue across the throbbing bruise to soothe it.

“Eddie…” you huffed. “I-I’ve wanted you since I could remember.”

“Oh yeah?” Eddie sneered as he took off his own merch from your body. “That why you brought Chrissy and not some boy, huh? You got a boyfriend I should be worried about?” He spoke into your skin, kissing and licking around the edge of your bra. The contact of your bare back onto the brick wall, along with Eddie’s mouth on you sent goosebumps all over your body. You reached down to his belt buckle to free him from the layer that keeps you from him.

“So what if I do?” you shoot back. “You gonna stop this and not fuck me?” Eddie let out a dark chuckle as you finally freed him from the confines of his jeans. His head tilted back and you got a glimpse of the rockstar’s delicious neck. It was your turn to begin a barrage of hickies from his pulse point down to his Adam's apple. He hissed as your hands traced over his hardening cock in his boxers. He pushed himself against you, pressing you further into the wall.

“Nah sweets. Just wanna know if I’m gonna steal you away from some poor fuck or not.” Eddie whispered in your ear. “I heard that once you fuck a rockstar, nothing else is the same. So I’m gonna make you so cockdrunk that you’re only going to want me. That sound good, babe? You wanna fuck a rockstar?” You violently shook your head as Eddie grabbed your wrist and sat himself down on the couch behind you. You slotted yourself between his legs on the floor, your arms caging his body onto the couch.

“Show me how bad you want it, doll. How bad have you wanted me to fuck you, huh?” The man snided. The lines of friendship and the days of being friends had vanished before the two of you, there was no going back and you couldn’t wait to show Eddie how ‘all or nothing’ you could be.

Eddie’s cock now stood at full attention, making a hard tent in his boxers. He pulled his jeans off of his slender hips and lifted his shirt over his head. You hooked your fingers under the band of his boxers and pulled down, revealing the most beautiful cock you had ever seen.

Maybe it was because it was Eddie’s or maybe it really was that impressively big, but your mouth watered as soon as he exposed himself. His cock was exceptionally long and girthy, a vein led you from his heavy balls all the way to his pink leaking tip. You licked your lips as you lined your mouth up with Eddie’s cock. You tease him with small kitten licks to his tip, tasting his salty precum and humming in satisfaction. Eddie let out a guttural moan as you sink your mouth all the way to the hilt, breathing out your nose to prevent yourself from gagging. Eddie’s big brown eyes rolled to the back of his head.

“Yeah, doll. That’s a good girl. You’re my good girl.” You hummed into him and you felt his legs shake at the vibrations.

“Fuck with a mouth like yours, I’ll make you famous. You can have anything you fucking want” Eddie blabbed. “Anything for my girl - fuuuuuck you look so good with my cock in your mouth. I knew you would. Fuck, I got myself off to thinking about your lips around my cock.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes back at the thought of you being Eddie’s girl that he could have any girl in the world and he had still chosen you. You wanted to show him how much you appreciate him choosing you - boring old you from Hawkins, Indiana when he could have models, actresses, other musicians. You wanted to pinch yourself. You guided Eddie’s hands into your hair and he pulled hard.

“Fuck, my baby like being used as a little fuck toy? Let me fuck that pretty face of yours and ruin that makeup you got on” Eddie chuckled. He pulled your mouth all the way off of his dick, you unintentionally drooled all over him at the loss of contact; but it wasn’t for long, because Eddie slammed back into you, your throat screaming at him for stretching you out. Your eyes stung with tears and Eddie pulled you all the way off and thrust back into your mouth. Eddie gripped you tightly and thrust into your face, probing the back of your throat until you gagged.

“Jesus fuck, you’re the best little plaything I’ve had. You’re gonna make me cum” the rockstar cooed. His chest was heaving violently and you could feel his cock twitching inside of you. He grabbed your cheeks and pounded into your mouth at an unrelenting pace. You felt as if you were going to pass out from the lack of oxygen but suddenly he paused, his cock twitching and you felt hot and salty ropes of cum coat the back of your throat. You gagged on him, hitting Eddie with another wave of intense pleasure. He pulled himself out of your mouth and stood you up with him. He grabbed at your waist and lunged in to kiss you. Your kisses had minimal feeling but lust. You felt like you were going to combust if you didn’t feel his dick twitch around your soaked pussy. Eddie pushed you into the wall yet again and expertly removed your shorts. His hand went straight to your core and you wrapped your leg around his waist to give him better access. He cupped and rubbed at you, pulling whimper after moan and gasp out of you. The friction was delicious but you needed more, you needed all of him. You needed to give him all of you.

“You’re a needy girl, huh doll? You’ve been waiting for this haven’t you. Tell me how long,” You were putty in his hands. His husky voice sent shivers down your spine and tightened the forming knot in your abdomen.

“I’ve been waiting for longer than I’d like to admit, Eddie.” Your desperate eyes bored into his. You needed to show him how serious you were about it. Eddie stuck his fingers into you, a shit eating grin spreading on his face. He chuckled as you writhed beneath him, his fingers stretching you out expertly.

“Yeah, baby had a crush on me since you were a girl huh? Wanted me since you couldn’t have me?” You screwed your eyes shut as Eddie curled his fingers inside of you. You mouthed a silent ‘yes’, afraid that if you spoke you would disintegrate into nothing. You were so hot, the friction too much. You wanted to cry and beg Eddie to take you and make you feel good, but you knew that your pleas would fall on deaf ears. The man was ready to toy with you. You knew that you would be disposable to you, he could have anyone he wanted, but he was here with you.

“Well doll… I’ll tell you something” he added another finger into your throbbing hole and you clenched down on him. He leaned in so his stubble was brushing against your cheek and his breath fanned down your neck. “I’ve wanted you for a fucking long time.” Your breath hitched in your throat as Eddie pulled back to lock eyes with you. His chocolate irises were still dark with lust, but there was a glint of something more, something you found familiar in your own stare: longing.

Eddie pulled his fingers out of you and popped them in his mouth with a humm. He pushed you harder up against the wall by your hips, attaching his mouth to yours again. You wrapped both of your legs around his lithe waist. He grabbed his still-hard cock and ran it through your wet folds. You both hiss at the contact, matching desperation to feel the other fully. Eddie slowly sheathed himself in you, letting you get used to the stretch of him. You’ve navigated your way through many sexual encounters, but Eddie most definitely was the biggest, and quickly proved to be the most skilled. A twang of jealousy panged your heart as you pondered how he got so good at making you feel good…

All thoughts were muddled when Eddie pulled out of you and thrust back in. His thick tip hit your G-spot and your legs shook. You knew you weren’t going to last long. Eddie began his relenting pace, his eyes fixed to where your two bodies met.

“Fuck, this pussy was made for me baby. You’re so tight.”

“F-fuck Eddie you feel so good.” Eddie thrusted harder at your praise.

“Gonna wreck this pussy for that little boyfriend of yours. Make you so drunk on my cock that you’re gonna leave and dump him. You gonna leave that boy so you can be my plaything, doll?” You nodded your head in agreement. You couldn’t go back to Andy after this. Every other guy was now ruined thanks to Eddie. The man’s hips snapped at an unrelenting pace.

“Gonna fuck all those thoughts out of that pretty head. All you’re gonna think is me.” Eddie gritted his teeth. He wanted to screw his eyes shut to ground himself, but he couldn’t risk not watching you fall apart on him. He was screwing into you so fast you had to bite on your lip to prevent yourself from screaming out in ecstacy.

Eddie knew you were close. You were clenching down on him like a vice, your breath hitched and your chest heaved so hard he thought your ribs were going to bust out of your chest. Your chant of pleas and praises began. Eddie. Eddie. Eddie.

“Yeah baby, tell me who this pussy belongs to. Say my name.”

They came out as muffled screams as you tried to contain the waves of pleasure wracking your body. Your beautiful face twisted at the power of your climax. Eddie suckled small hickies onto your shoulders to ease you out of your trance. When your chest ceased heaving and your eyes fluttered open, Eddie pulled himself completely out of you - too overstimulated to cum again. He just wanted to wrap his arms around you. He bent down and grabbed your shorts and shirt as you placed your panties back in the proper position. Eddie felt that if he looked at your doe eyes he would fall apart in front of you, so he handed you your shorts, turned his body away from yours and offered a quiet ‘you should go back to the other dressing room and I’ll follow behind you in a couple minutes’. Your face contorted from satisfaction and adoration to confusion and hurt. You scoffed and began to walk to the door.

“Nice, Eddie. Nice to know that this was just a quick fuck for you.” You spat, your venom piercing Eddie in the heart. He didn’t want to hurt you, far from it. But you were dangerous, uncharted territory - he didn’t know how to navigate his feelings for you. He lunged at your arm that was holding the handle of the old metal door. You both stared at each other - him with eyes full of sorrow, and yours full of anger. He cautiously pulled his hands up to cup your face and even though you flinched, you let him touch you and pull you into him.

When it was the only sensation to focus on, you concluded that Eddie had the softest lips. They moved expertly against you because he was gentle and doting and wanted to pour every bit of adoration he had for you into it. With his kiss he told you that what he said wasn’t a lie, that he was scared of how much he liked you, how he felt like he could fall in love with you someday. You pulled away with tears in your eyes and your lower lip trembled. Eddie ran his thumb across it.

“Go, and let’s talk about this later. Right now the last thing we need is your brother worrying about you.” Eddie sighed. You nodded your head slowly in understanding. You opened the door and stepped into the fluorescent hallway. With one last longing look at the rockstar, you retreated across the hallway and were gone with the closing of Eddie’s door. The metalhead leaned against the door and took a pull at his curly locks. You really were going to be the death of him… either you or Dustin for fucking his sister - fuck! For being in love with his sister.

“Where the fuck were you?” Dustin snapped when you entered the stuffy room.

“Bathroom” you dismissed as you skipped over to Eddie’s bandmates to give them hugs and congratulate on the show. Dustin eyed you suspiciously. Something seemed off. You were gone for 10 minutes. He decided to try to push the thought to the back of his mind, but anger bubbled to the surface when Eddie walked in shortly after you, sporting new hickies that definitely weren’t there during the show. His eyes flicked between the two of you and he noticed your own marks threatening to peek out of the shoulder of your t-shirt.

“Eddie!” Dustin boomed. Eddie looked like a deer in headlights as his eyes flash from Dustin’s to yours.

“Missed you buddy?”

Two months later:

You packed your two small duffel bags and hugged your brother and your friends goodbye. Since Eddie’s show, he has called to talk to you almost every night. He came back for Christmas and New Years. You both told your mother about your budding relationship and although she was concerned about the 7 years between the two of you, she ultimately was relieved that you weren’t hanging out with the loser boys you used to bring home. On New Years Eddie had asked you to go on tour with the band after you shared your midnight kiss. You excitedly agreed, and two weeks later, you were packing your bags to head to the private hangar of the Indianapolis International Airport. The burly security guard picked you up in a sleek black cadillac and dropped you to the biggest private jet you had ever seen. Security man grabbed your bags for you and you trotted up the stairs to the jet. Your metalhead met you at the cockpit with a wide smile and a kiss. You both got comfortable on one of the leather couches behind rows of leather plane seats. There was champagne waiting for you. Eddie handed you a flute and you cheersed.

“Ready to join the mile high club?”

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confusedminx · 2 years

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Perv | Steddie x Reader (Smut)

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Warnings: P in v sex (kind of??? it's mentioned but not described in detail) AFAB reader, no pronouns used, oral (f recieving), pervy!Steve harrington. not proof read, MINORS DNI 18+

A/N: This is a part two to this but can be read as it's own piece. I had a lot of fun with this :>> I hope you enjoy.

Steve Harrington was a lot of things, but he was not a pervert.

He had had plenty of sex in his 20 years of life, but he wasn't a pervert. He is just a normal man with a completely normal sex drive. He had no reason to pry into other people's sex life, his own was exciting enough.

It was an accident the first time he walked in on two of his close friends. One, his best friend since childhood and two, his recently made friend Eddie Munson. It was shocking, he didn't didn't know those two had something going on. He watched as they rushed to cover themselves with the blankets surrounding them.

He turned around quickly, wanting to give them respect. He yells out a quick apology before walking out of your bedroom. He walked to the living room and sat down on your couch. He tried not to, but he kept going back to what he saw. The way Eddie towered over you, the way your hips collided in quick thrusts, your nails scratching down his back, his hair tied loosely exposing his jawline.

Steve Harrington is not a pervert.

He was angry with himself, he shouldn't sit here infantilized about his two friends having sex. He shouldn't be thinking that he could see the hickies leading down Eddie's chest. He shouldn't think about the bruises he saw on your hips, and he definitely should not be thinking about Eddie's ringed hand wrapped around your throat.

After five minutes you both walked out of the bedroom, walking to Steve and apologizing that he had to see that. Explaining they've been together a month now, and wanted to keep in lowkey. Steve apologized for interrupting them, handed you the movie you forgot at work that he promised to bring you, and walked out. He got in his car, drove a mile, and jacked off in his car to the memory of you both.

The next three times he caught you two, were not accidents. He knew you both were pretty reckless whenever you both finally announced your relationship. No more sneaking around, so you were both pretty open with your affection for one another. You would do it anywhere it felt like. You guys would sneak off to bathrooms, storage closets, your car, even the break room at family video. Anywhere with the slightest privacy just to get a bite of each other. Everyone knew what you were doing, but no one had urges like Steve.

Steve pretended to have to pee, just to catch you guys fucking against the rickety sink. Purposely left his jacket in your car just so he could go back to get it. Pretended he couldn't hear your quiet gasps through the door of the breakroom. Just to catch a glimpse of Eddie's face stuck between your thighs, your face through a foggy car window, Eddie ramming your hips up and down on his lap.

Okay, maybe Steve Harrington is a bit of a pervert.

At this point, Eddie had caught on. Eddie Munson is a pervert. He knows all the tricks. All the schemes. He knew what Steve was doing, and he wasn't mad about that. If he wanted anyone to be perving on him and his babe then he'd want Steve Harrington to be that guy. He was filled with pride, and his ego was at an all time high.

Eddie told you what Steve was doing. You didn't believe it at first. You were laying on his bed, snacking on his munchies food when he brought it up. "Ed's calm down, Steve's my best friend and he's not a perv." You say rolling your eyes.

"Think about it sweetheart, four times? And think about the bathroom one, it's obvious we were fucking. He's not dumb."

"He's a little dumb. I mean all that hairspray he used killed most of his brain cells." You snort popping a cheez-it in your mouth.

"I'm serious baby, I think we got a peeping tom on our hands."

"OK so if it is true, what are we even gonna do about it."

"...What if he joined us?"

Steve received a call from Eddie inviting him over for a movie night with the two of you. Steve didn't know if he could handle being so close to you both alone. Even when you guys are hanging out with the others it's hard not to let his mind wander. Being alone with you two? He'll definitely not be able to control his dirty thoughts.

And yet, he agreed.

He arrived later that day, bringing some sodas and a few movie options. He knocked on the door of the trailer, but no one answered. He decided to just open the door, he knew Eddie wouldn't care and it was unlocked anyways. He stepped inside and that's when he heard it.

"Oh fuck, Eddie." Steve's head whipped to Eddie's bedroom door. You were moaning so loud he's shocked he didn't hear it from outside. This felt like a trap, Steve's logical side knew it probably was, but he didn't care. He walked as quietly as he could to Eddie's door. It was cracked open and when he looked inside, he saw a scene that almost had him cumming in his pants.

Eddie's head was in between your thighs, eating you out like you were his first meal in weeks. Your hand was tangled in his hair, your back arched as you moaned out his name like it was the only word you knew. Blood rushed down to Steve's cock, and he reached down to palm it. This was so wrong, Steve thought, but he couldn't find it in himself to care.

That is until you both made eye contact. Your hand went to push Eddie away, and Steve went white as a ghost, realizing he had been caught and was going to probably get his ass beat. Eddie pulled away from you, smirking as he got up and opened the door.

"Was wondering when you'd get here, pretty boy." He winked at Steve, holding his arm out to invite him in. Steve's face went from terrified to confused.

"W..what?"

"Oh come on Steve, you really didn't know we knew? About your little interruptions. I can see the way you stare at us." Eddie smirked, bringing his hand to clutch Steve's jaw and pull him closer. "We decided to give you a little break and let you join us" Steve stared into Eddie's eyes and felt his legs go jello. For once Steve was left absolutely speechless.

"Are you guys gonna keep eye fucking each other or are we actually gonna fuck" You said from the bed, laying on your side looking at the both of them. They looked back at you, and both had broken into smirks. Seems like Steve Harrington has gotten his boldness back. They both walked back over to you.

"Sorry to keep you waiting like that baby. Hey pretty boy, why don't you get a taste of her, I promise she's amazing." Eddie smirked at the both of you.

"Gladly." Steve quickly found his place in between your legs, his hands reaching to grip your thighs and push them apart.

"You have a very high reputation to uphold Harrington.'' You smirked at him, pushing his hair out of his face. He winked at you and started kissing and sucking at your thighs. His kissing lead up your thighs finally reaching to your center. Your cunt was already dripping, Eddie had worked you up for almost an hour before Steve had arrived.

Eddie got behind you, your back leaning against his chest. His hands slide up to your chest to fondle with your breasts. Your right nipple finds its place between his finger tips. Steve suddenly places his mouth on your cunt, and was quick to prove that all the rumors were true. Steve Harrington gives the best head.

Steve's tongue ran a line up your cunt, collecting the mixture of your wetness and Eddie's spit. His lips stuck onto your clit and began sucking, his fingers leaving your thigh to stick two inside you. After Eddie's work on you they went in easily. Above Steve you were losing your absolute mind. Your hands were gripping onto Eddie's forearms, leaving crescent shaped marks from your nails digging into his skin. You were screaming out Steve's name as he finger fucks you.

His fingers leave you, only for them to be replaced by his tongue. He rammed his tongue in and out of you, his nose pushing against your clit. Your hand left Eddie's arm, flying to Steve's hair.

"Hey baby, don't mess up his money maker." Eddie jokes from behind you. You could feel his erection pressing against your ass, it seems he was enjoying this just as much as you.

As Steve pushed you closer and closer to release you kept repeating his name. It felt so good to Steve. To finally hear his name fall out of your pretty lips. He looked up at you, your head was thrown back against Eddie's shoulder. He locked eyes with Eddie who was already watching him intently. He shot Steve a smirk and a wink before his hand reached into your hair, forcing you to look down at Steve.

"Come on show some respect, look into his eyes as he makes you cum, baby" Eddie said into your ear before sucking a hickey right below it. You followed his order and looked into Steve's eyes, still moaning out his name followed by a bunch of nonsense. "aww, baby has he already fucked you dumb" Eddie said in a teasing voice.

Steve sped up his movements as he felt you get closer and closer to climax. Your orgasm hait you like a truck, your back arching off of Eddie. You basically jumped with how hard it hit you. You were so turned on and so sensitive from Eddie's edging, it felt wonderful. Steve worked you through your orgasm before pulling away, your slick dripping down his chin.

"That's a good look for you, pretty boy, might have to mess your face up myself." Eddie smirked at him, before looking at you, who was dazed out from cumming so hard. "Hope you're not too out of it sweet heart." Eddie said, grabbing your jaw so you'd look at him. "Cause we're just getting started."

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captainhattersvoyagerstuff · 7 months

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Caretaker Part 1

Okay, so I just finished Caretaker, the 2 part season premiere of Voyager. It's been a while, so there's stuff I forgot was there. Some of it was good. Some of it was, omg. But let's see if I can post my review, which is a series of notes I made while watching. I hope for more discussion later.

That thingy you're running into means you're screwed, Chakotay

Star Wars Crawl

Okay we start out with words on a screen. There’s this group of federation citizens called the Maquis who didn’t agree with Starfleet’s moronic treaty that are fighting the Cardassians and some say they are heroes and the Federation says they are outlaws. Yay I saw the Maquis on Ds9! I can’t wait to see more of them. (cough)

Scene 1: Maqui Ship. Chakotay and Maquis crew trying to outrun Cardassians. Yay! Chakotay is a really assertive leader here. I’m excited. We have a coherent tetryan beam. I hate those incoherent ones.

Wave hits them and light and we have Voyager credits. Good theme song. Love the orchestra.

Scene 2: Federation penal colony. In New Zealand?

That's right, bitches, I'm here.

Janeway shows up at the penal colony to find Tom Paris who could maybe find the Maquis cause he served with them before they kicked him out just like Starfleet did.

I'm really tough. I don't have Daddy issues.

She tells Tom he is an observer and he whines about being a good pilot. Except for the pilot error that got three people killed, oh nevermind. Just wait five minutes, Tom.

Scene 3 Tom is annoying on the shuttle to Voyager

Okay I have a question. Tom is wearing a Starfleet uniform. Why do observers still wear a uniform? Don’t you need to earn that?

Also: Pretty Betazoid Ensign Stadi (don't get used to her) informs Tom that Voyager has bio-nueral gel packs. They are so much more efficient. Unless there is cheese on board.

Scene 4 Harry is nearly conned for first time on space station ds9. Harry's theory: get con artists off your back by buying everything. Tom saves him cause he's as big of a con as Quark.

Oh, hey, is that Quark from Ds9 that other show you should watch?

Scene 5 Tom and Harry meet the Doctor

The Doc is super bitchy to them. I met he's gonna make stuff hard for Tom.

Scene 6 Janeway talks to fiancee

His name is Mark Johnson. Really. Unknown Truth: Tuvok's real last name is Smith. Anyway, the show has a few minutes to tell us who Mark is and why Janeway loves him. So they talk about her dog.

Nice knowin' ya, Mark

Janeway's dog is named Molly. She is expecting puppies. She likes her doggy bed. I am officially more invested in her dog now.

Scene 7 Junior High mess hall

Doctor and First Officer Cavitt, two of the most nondescript white guys ever (doctor isn't even named), gossip with Harry about what Tom did cause it's junior high and oh no these guys don't like Tom what will he do?

Scene 8 Wonder why it's called the Badlands

Plasma storms, more coherent beams, stuff is fine. What could go wrong? What's that bright light?

Scene 9 Voyager go boom

This is going to take FOREVER to fix!

Ship is transported 75,000 light years to the Delta Quadrant and they hit the breaks kinda hard. The ship is all messed up. So is Janeway's hair.

Where is my HAIRSPRAY?

A couple of shots later:

Seriously? It's hair magic!

Turns out that all command officers (including that pesky doctor and first officer) except Janeway and the entire medical staff are dead. What kind of bad karma does Janeway have? They get scanned and beamed off the ship.

Gonna stop here for a break so it's not so long. Stay tuned next time for Farmville and the evil corn on the cob lady.

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oncasette · 2 years

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𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗡 𝗜 𝗚𝗘𝗧 𝗛𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨’𝗥𝗘 𝗦𝗢 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗗

KINKTOBER XV — eddie munson x fem!reader

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“You see, the thing is. I don’t know that you’re good for it,” he says. He sounds like he’s teasing you, like he’s seconds away from pulling at your pigtails. He licks his lips before he speaks again. “I’ve got an idea of how you could pay me.”

or the one where, despite how much you claim to hate eddie, you still keep going back to him for his weed.

warnings: piv, no prep, unprotected sex, cheating, dub-con, hate fucking, fucking eddie in exchange for weed

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Edward Munson could kiss your ass.

He’s just so annoying with his stupid hair and his leather jacket and the hellfire shirt he still wears contastly despite having graduated and God you want to fuck him so incredibly bad.

You think it’s his rings. Or the fact that his jeans are so tight you can see just absolutely everything if you look.

He’d started out as just someone you went to school with. A guy that sat behind you in honor’s english whose hairspray you could smell before he walked in the room. He pissed you off in school more than anywhere. Because he wouldn’t even do the reading and he’d still get the same grade as you.

At least, until senior year. You didn’t think you’d miss his metal music that bled out of his headphones loud enough that you could hear it from across the room until you walked in that first day and he wasn’t on the roll.

You ended up looking for him out in the woods at lunch a couple weeks later, trying to buy some weed for the party you were throwing. You didn’t know how much you would need, really, or how much it would cost. You just knew your parents were going out of town for the weekend and Eddie was the dealer whose information you’d bribed out of your boyfriend.

It was a quick deal. Eddie had laughed at you more than you’d cared for, but it was over quickly enough. And his shit was good.

It’s why you kept going back. At least, that’s what you tell yourself. His shit was too good to go anywhere else.

If your friends ask, you just tell them it’s because it’s easier. Because they all know you hate Munson and you know they all go to other dealers. Because you know that Eddie overprices his stuff, maybe even just because it’s you, and you know you could just as easily let your boyfriend buy for you.

But, you kept sneaking off into the woods—what eventually became every week—until graduation. Or, your graduation. Eddie would be stuck there another year, but you were leaving.

It was hot and mucky and stickier than you expected summer in Indiana. You’re picking at your tank top as you sit on the rotting picnic table. You’re not surprised to see it’s just you in the forest. Eddie was usually late, with something of a dumb, half-assed excuse mumbled as he throws open his little lunchbox.

He calls your name as he approaches. Spits it, almost, but it at least tells you that he’s finally there. Standing, you adjust the denim of your shorts where the sweat was starting to soak into the fabric, where it was all sticking to your skin.

“Hey, I- uh, forgot my box in my van. Realized when I was already halfway over here,” he says. “You can just follow me back.”

“You’re kidding,” you scoff.

“C’mon, don’t be a bitch. It’s not far,” he grumbles as he motions for you to walk with him. He turns, stalking back where he’d just appeared from, evidently going back to his car if you followed along or not.

You’re thankful your hair is already pulled back in a ponytail as you’re walking. The humidity is sitting on your skin, leaving you wet with sweat and a hot flush over the back of your neck.

It’s a longer walk than you wanted it to be, but you eventually see the gravel lot where the van’s parked. There’s a new panel of duct tape covering the passenger window that you’re curious about, but not enough to actually ask.

He throws open the back doors, revealing a thin mattress pad and a blanket balled up in the corner. There’s a couple pillows, nothing you’d want to risk laying your head on, but it makes the van seem more comfortable, at least. You can see his lunchbox shoved up against the wall, too.

“Hop in,” he says, slapping the door twice.

“No- no way,” you scoff. “I came out here for my weed, not to sit in your STD van.”

“If you think I’m just gonna sell to you in the middle of this parking lot, you’re crazy. Get in,” he says, and he raises his eyebrows in that way that makes your stomach feel like a pool of lava.

Without giving him the pleasure of a verbal response, you pushed yourself up into the van, sliding back a couple feet until your back was resting against the bench seat. He follows you in, shutting the doors as he did.

“Here for the usual, I’m assuming,” he sighed as he undid the latch on his lunchbox. He was sitting criss-cross in front of you, giving you ample view to watch him in the dim light coming in from the few windows.

“That’s what I said on the phone,” you cross your arms under your chest, unknowingly pushing your tits up.

“It’s gonna be thirty bucks,” he says as he continues to dig through the box’s contents.

“What? It was twenty last week,” you scoff. You only brought twenty—the single bill was stuffed in your bra.

“If you don’t want it then-“

“No! Please, Miller’s taking me out tonight and I told him I’d have something to bring,” you rush out.

“I could do less than we talked about, then,” he said. He pulled out a pre-packed baggie that was smaller than your pinky.

“Please, Munson. Just give me the fourth. I’ll pay you back next time, you know I’m good for it,” you whine.

His voice has dropped a full octave, so low you can feel it going directly to your pussy. Your breathing shutters as he stalls his movements. Eyes locked on the way you’re fidgeting.

“I have a boyfriend!” you cough out.

“I know all about your stupid fucking boyfriend, princess,” his tongue pokes against the side of his mouth. “I also know how wet your pretty little pussy probably is right now.”

You hate him. You hate him, you hate him, you hate him.

“What’s wrong, angel face?” he’s taunting you now, closing the box and pushing back off to the side. “You can always say no.”

“No! Fuck, fine. I just- I need the weed,” you groan.

“Aw,” he hums. “Knew you were a good little slut.”

You watch as he tugs his t-shirt off, as his hands find his belt buckle and he’s toeing his boots off.

“Don’t get shy on me now, doll. Let me see those pretty tits,” he says and your whole body flushes hot as you grab the bottom hem of your tank top.

“I hate you,” you mumble as you tug it over your head.

“Oh, I know,” he chuckles. His scent is heady, hitting your nose as he gets close enough to lean over you. You’ve shifted away from your spot against the seats, somewhere closer to the middle of the van, now, in your shorts and your bra.

“You gonna let me fuck you, baby?” he asks as he brings a ringed hand down to brush against all the newly exposed skin. Your thoughts are running at a million miles a minute, and you can’t focus on anything he’s saying to you. Not that you want to. He’s so mean, usually, it’ll be nice to not have to listen to it.

“Get to it, Munson,” you spit. Eddie kisses you, hard, more teeth than tongue as he lays you down. His fingers pop the button on your jean shorts and he’s quick to pull them down your legs, leaving both of you in just your underwear. The thin fabric separating you does nothing to mask the pulse in his dick as he grinds his hips down into you.

“Why don’t we take these off, hm?” he asks as he snaps the band on your panties. “You know, as cute as they are.”

Without another word, he tucks his fingers into the waistband and you can hear the seams ripping slightly as he pulls them off of you. His boxers come off next, the blue checkered fabric landing right where he’d just tossed your white cotton undies. It leaves you in just your bra. And you’re more than thankful.

“C’mon,” you say, blindly grabbing at his hips in an effort to avoid looking at his cock. You’re afraid that if you look at it now, you won’t be able to stop. That it’ll live up to your imagination, that it’ll take up more of your nightly fantasies than it already did.

You’re glad he didn’t warm you up when he pushes in. Glad he doesn’t say a word as he stretches your cunt out, and it stings as it tries to accommodate his girth.

“Fuck,” he exhales. “Your prissy little boyfriend gets to fuck this tight little pussy all he wants, huh?”

“N-no,” you whimper as Eddie’s cock drags along your walls. He’s barely pulling out before shoving it back in. You’re stuffed full of his shallow thrusts and his hair around your face.

“No?”

It’s been a little over a year and your boyfriend has barely even engaged in foreplay with you.

“Tells me why you’re so uptight all the time, then,” he groans. “Just needed some good dick. Isn’t that right.”

You garble out something that sounded enough like an agreement that Eddie slipped one of his hands down to press circles against your throbbing clit. It’s all so overwhelming. Not just the way he’s fucking you. All of it. The dread you feel pooling in the pit of your stomach and the orgasm that’s diluting it. The warm metal of his rings against the skin of your hips and the scrape of his teeth against your jaw.

He hasn’t kissed you since that first one, and you’re glad. Makes it all just the littlest bit easier.

“Gonna cum in your pussy,” he grunts. “Gonna make your boyfriend regret everything he’s ever done.”

“Fuck, Eddie,” you whine, clenching around him.

“You want me to cum? Huh? Greedy little slut,” he mumbles as his thrusts get jerkier.

“Eddieeddieeddie,” you mumble as the coil snaps in the base of your stomach.

“That’s right, baby. Cum all over my dick,” he grunts in approval. You can feel his cum, hot and thick, as it spurts into you with one final thrust.

You both take a minute, catching your respective breaths before Eddie’s pulling out and reaching for his lunchbox.

“I still hate you,” you say as Eddie tosses you a bag four times the size of what you usually buy.

“Counting on it,” he replies with a wink.

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angelmavmurdock · 2 years

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*Lock & Key: Part Ten - B.B.

WARNINGS: SLIGHT SMUT, PANIC ATTACK.

Two separate alarms woke you and Bradley up at 4am sharp. You both jolted awake, your head lifting from his chest and his arm twitching by your hip. You both groaned, arms reaching over to smack your phones off. The two of you sighed after the incessant ringing had halted and relaxed back into each other. You set the alarms for enough time to fully wake up and go back to your place before base.

"Morning." Bradley mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

You nuzzled further into his warm chest, inhaling his scent. You slurred something against him that he took as a good morning. You didn't want to get up or move. You were comfortable and safe here. In Bradley's arms. In his home. In his bed. His arm was wrapped tightly around your waist now, fingers stroking against your bare skin.

Another alarm sounded, disrupting the peace.

"Fuck off," You cursed, sitting up and grabbing your phone to turn it off.

You looked back with heavy eyes at Bradley. He was lying down, a hand propped behind his head and his torso and V-line escaping from the sheet. You groaned just looking at him, wanting nothing more than to just sleep and cuddle and stay with him. But alas.

"I should probably get up, huh." He sighed.

You nodded, "Until you're ready, we can't go."

He huffed and rubbed his eyes some more before sitting up in bed and swinging his legs over the side. He sat with his back facing you for a moment, yawning and messing up his bed head. You admired his muscular back in the darkness. It was still dark outside, a possible hint of sunrise beginning to show.

He got up and walked around the bed. You smiled as he walked to you, a sleepy and happy expression on his face. He dipped down and you sat up to meet him in the middle, your lips pressing against each other's. You hummed as his hand cupped your chin gently. He parted slowly, and walked out of the room to the bathroom, leaving you sitting in his bed – still dazed from the kiss.

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The realisation of what the day ahead was going to be hit you as Bradley drove you both to your house. He stopped at the driveway, and you unclipped your seatbelt.

"Not coming in?" You asked.

"I don't think I want to face your Dad right now." He commented, scratching the back of his neck.

You nodded with a smile, "That's fair. I'll be 15 minutes tops."

You pressed a kiss to his freshly shaven cheek before bouncing out of the Bronco. You jogged up to the front door and were glad to find that it was open. You closed it as quietly as you could behind you. You weren't sure if your dad was even up yet, but if he wasn't – this wouldn't be the best time to wake him.

You tiptoed to your bedroom and closed your door, sighing in relief as you turned on the light. You changed into your khaki's and began to do your hair. You ignored the shaking of your hands.

Your back ached from last night, too. You weren't really supposed to put that much pressure on it, but in all honesty you kind of forgot that you had an injury once Bradley started. You smirked to yourself at just the thought of last night – or rather, early this morning.

It was nearing 5am and you hadn't finished your hair. Your brain was on overload, not knowing what to think about or what to do. Thankfully the muscle memory was fixing your hair with hairspray and gel, but your thoughts were elsewhere.

Bradley didn't want you flying today. You knew that. Your dad would let you if you convinced him you felt well enough, which you think you do.

You grabbed a face wipe and attempted to freshen your face up to make it look like you had at least a few hours of sleep. You grabbed your moisturiser and opened the lid, your fingers diving in to get some quickly. But it slipped from your hand and crashed to the floor, your expensive moisturiser splattered on the wood and the noise of the bang still resounding in your head.

Shit.

You groaned and grabbed more wipes, leaning down to clean it up. You felt your back click as he knelt on the floor. It took your breath away, the ache from it feeling like a stab.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," You cursed to yourself.

You took deep breaths and tried to move slowly to sit on your bum on the floor. Tears sprung into your eyes as you finally rested against the foot of your bed, your left arm feeling weak and numb all of a sudden. Whatever nerve or muscle you hit had shot right up your back and to your shoulder. You clenched and unclenched your fingers into a fist, trying to get some movement back in.

"This can not be happening." You whispered.

Your arm was beginning to feel stronger again, so you attempted to resume cleaning up the spillage next to you. You huffed under your breath at the shooting pain in your back, choosing to ignore it as you wiped the liquid up.

"y/n?"

The voice at the door got your attention. It wasn't your dad's.

You turned to see Bradley at the door, but the quick motion hurt even more. You gasped, grasping at your back. His eyes widened and he shut your door behind you.

He saw you slumped at the end of your bed, a panicked look on your face and all he could hear was your heavy breathing. His heart dropped.

"Honey, what's wrong?" He asked, panic setting into his voice.

He knelt down beside you, placing a hand on your outstretched legs and looking at the mess on the floor and you clearly in pain.

"My back," You manged to say quietly.

"What happened? Where does it hurt?" He asked, sliding his left hand to your lower back.

"I was trying to clean this up but when I got down something clicked." You tried to explain, still taking deep breaths.

"Baby, I need to get your dad." He told you, his big, brown, puppy dog eyes staring at you with worry.

You whined and shook your head, "No,"

You kept mumbling it over and over again. His stomach churned seeing you like this.

You didn't want your dad to take you off the squad. You had to be there. You had to fly today. You weren't about to give him a reason to make you stay at home – or even in hospital.

"y/n, I have to." He said.

His arm slid back out and you whined louder, reaching your good arm out to grab his wrist.

"Brad, I need to fly today. Please don't get him. He'll make me stay here."

You felt your nose burn and tears spring to your eyes. Bradley took your hand in both of his, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

"I need to get him, baby."

You threw your head back onto the mattress in frustration. You were in pain but there was no way it would stop you from flying.

"Brad, no-"

"Jesus Christ, what the hell happened?!"

Both you and Bradley looked up to the door. Your dad stood in your doorway in his uniform, his face white as a ghost and his voice sterner than you've heard it in years.

"Dad, I-"

"Don't waste your breath on excuses and tell me what happened right now."

You watched as your dad came to your side, kneeling next to you and Bradley. His eyes looked angry and worried, and you were already scared of what he was going to tell you to do today. You burst into tears now realising that you were definitely not about to fly this mission.

"Bradley, I don't know why you're here and I don't want to know. But please make yourself useful by grabbing the crutches in her closet."

Your dad didn't even look at Bradley while he spoke, but he got up faster than you could say 'yes'.

"Dad, please don't take me to hospital." You cried.

Your dads eyes softened, "I have to. We need to make sure you're okay."

"No, please don't. I don't want to be stuck here while you guys are out there."

Your dad and Bradley exchanged a look. Bradley was now standing back from the scene with two crutches in his hand. He looked guilty and slightly scared of everything happening.

"You can't fly, sweetie." Your dad told you.

You nodded, sniffling, "I know that. But I'm not sitting here doing nothing."

Your dad looked at you confused, trying to figure out what you were meaning.

"Take me. To the carrier. I won't fly but I can sit in the control room or something."

Your dad stared at you for a moment before looking up to Bradley. Bradley gulped and nodded, then looking to you.

Your dad took a deep breath.

"After the mission, you're going straight to hospital. Do you understand?"

You gasped – ignoring the way it hurt – and grinned.

"Thank you, dad."

He rolled his eyes, "You and your stupid determination."

"Wonder where she gets it from." Bradley commented.

---

You were lying in the backseat of Bradley's bronco with him and your father in the front. His music from one of his prized mixtapes played in the background as he drove cautiously to base. You could cut the awkwardness with a knife.

"I'm smart enough to know what it means when my daughter leaves with a man and then doesn't come home that night. But for you two to then sneak in under my nose is unacceptable." Your dad broke the silence.

You could practically feel the anger radiate from him.

"Dad, I wasn't sneaking in. I came in to get ready. Brad came in to see if I was okay because I told him I wouldn't be long."

"So you both refused to tell me?"

Silence.

"Bradley, you should have come and got me. I wouldn't have given a shit if I was sitting on the fucking toilet, you come and get me if my daughter is hurt."

"Sir, I was about to when you came in, but she kept insisting not to get you-"

"Well, it's not her choice! I'm her father!"

"Not my choice?" You interjected.

"Sir, I told her I was going to tell you."

"But you didn't."

"I didn't have time to! You came in!"

"After I heard my daughter in her bedroom and a random male voice. You should have seen her then told me."

"Mav-"

"Enough!" You shouted, shutting the two men up.

"I 'snuck in' because I didn't want to wake you. Brad came in because he was worried. He then stayed with me and after he asked what happened, the first thing he said was that he had to go get you. So could the both of you shut up because you did find me dad and now, I'm fine. So just stop because you'll make today worse."

You sighed and grunted with annoyance as you finished, settling back down into the seat.

The two men stopped bickering and stopped talking all together, leaving the car ride in silence with Bradley's 60's jukebox music filling the silence.

---

"It has been an honour to fly with you all." Your dad spoke, beginning the briefing.

Everyone was on the carrier, currently being sailed into the ocean for the mission. The ship was huge, but it still felt cramped, and stuffy. You couldn't see a dry face or neck in the group – including you. Your dad was stood at the front, with Admiral Simpson only a few feet away.

You were sat at the back of the briefing room on a comfier wheeled seat, watching down the aisle, your crutches by your feet. Bradley was standing on the aisle seat of his desk, hands clasped behind his back. You didn't fail to notice the way he fidgeted.

"Each one of you represents the best of the best."

Bradley turned his head ever so slightly and you knew it was for you. You smiled a little. Knowing he was thinking about you right now was comforting because all that was in your mind was him.

"This is a very specific mission. My choices are only a reflection of that, and nothing more."

You could feel the tension from your father. You could feel the tension rising even more in the room. Everyone was standing, nervously but bravely attempting to not freak out. You had never felt so nervous in your life, and you weren't even an option.

"Choose your two teams." Simpson interjected.

There was a collective pause. A holding of breath. Everyone stilled.

"Payback and Fanboy. And Phoenix and Bob."

A collective exhale.

You smiled proudly for them. They deserved it so much. You saw them exchange a brief look.

But now it was to Bradley and Hangman. You clenched your fists, your heart practically pounding out of your chest. You leaned forward in your chair, as much as your back allowed.

Rooster stopped fidgeting. Him and Hangman shared an exchange, and you weren't sure how to read it.

"And your wingman?" Simpson asked.

You don't know if it was just the immense amount of pressure or your dad really thinking over his decision, but the pause was so long you nearly screamed.

If your dad didn't pick Bradley, he was insane. He was clearly the best of the two. But you know how your dad can let his emotions run first. You were praying to every god in the universe that this wasn't one of those times.

"Rooster."

You sighed so loudly the two pilots in front of you turned around to look at you. You pressed a hand to your chest and sat back, watching as Bradley hung his head.

"The rest of you will stand by on the carrier for any reserve role required. Dismissed." Simpson spoke.

Everyone hung back for just a moment of realisation before getting out of the room as fast as they could. Everyone shook hands or fist-bumped in an odd, almost solemn manner.

Bradley was the last pilot to leave. You hunched up onto your crutches and began to walk with him.

"Brad, how you feeling?" You asked softly.

"I uh...I don't know."

"I'm going to be listening in the whole time, okay. I'll be supporting you from here. And you've got dad. He's going to be there no matter what."

You stopped in the hall after the rest of the pilots had left. He stopped, standing in front of you with a confused and scared look on his face. Your heart sunk for him. You reached your hands up to cup his face, your fingers brushing back and forth over the scars on his cheek.

"You've got this, baby. I know you do." You whispered, a smile pulling on your lips.

He quirked a lip and sniffled. He was upset. Shit.

His hands came up to hold your wrists, "I don't want to die, y/n."

You nearly burst into tears.

"You won't. You hear me? You are the best pilot out there. Dad chose you as his wingman for a reason. You know that course better than anyone and you've done it before. You can do it, alright."

A tear dripped down from his cheek onto your hand. You swiped at his wet under eyes.

"I'm going to be right here for when you come back, okay?" You said softly.

You brought his face forward to rest his forehead against yours. You both took some synchronised deep breaths. In through the nose...out through the mouth. You cherished the silent moment, and you think he did too. His tears stopped running and his breathing seemed calmer.

"I don't want to leave you alone like my mom, y/n." He whispered to you, barely audibly.

Your heart shattered. You shook your head and forced his head up to look straight at you.

"You are coming back, Bradley. You're smart and brave and that is all you need up there. As soon as you're back, I'm going to give you the most earth-shattering kiss you've ever had in your life, and you'll forget the time you ever worried about losing me. Because try as hard as you want, I'm not going anywhere." You told him with a chuckle.

He laughed through his snuffles.

"Go get ready and see me before you go, okay? Don't leave without saying goodbye. I'd never let you hear the end of it."

He swiped his nose as he laughed, nodding to your command.

"Yes, ma'am."

---

The last call to the tarmac was made and you were waiting impatiently with your foot tapping on the concrete obnoxiously hard. You were practically shitting yourself and there was no other way to explain it. Why hadn't he come yet? Where was he? All you wanted was to say goodbye and hold him for a few moments before he had to go and fight one of the biggest missions of his life.

Your dad came up to you, stopping your foot tapping with a hand on your shoulder.

"You okay, sweetie?" He asked, looking into your wild eyes.

You nodded, "Mhmm. Just was supposed to see Brad off."

He smirked a little and you furrowed your brows.

"What?"

He shook his head, "You two are together now? As in a relationship?"

You stared into your fathers eyes and gulped. You couldn't lie to him before he left for a mission.

"I think so. Are you mad?"

He scoffed, "Mad? If I could handpick a man for you, y/n, it would be him. I'm just glad you didn't go with Hangman."

It was your turn to scoff, "He wishes."

You both smiled for a moment before he wrapped his arms around you, enveloping you in a bear hug. You nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck. You never had to worry about your dad on missions. You knew somehow, he'd find his way back. But a part of you felt nervous for him. And you didn't like it.

"I love you, sweetie." Your dad said into your hair.

You nodded, pulling back and looking into his eyes.

"I love you, too, Dad."

"I know I picked Bradley for my wingman, but you'll always be my wingman, hun."

You grinned, "Always have been."

"Always will be." He finished.

He pressed a kiss to your cheek and began walking away with a wave.

"Be safe!" You called after him.

He jogged backwards, giving you that look before disappearing up a flight of stairs.

"Hey."

Another voice startled you. Brad. Your whole body softened. He outstretched his arms, and you dropped your crutches. He scooped you into his arms, lifting you up carefully. You pressed a kiss to his neck as he set you down.

He cupped your cheeks; his hands were warm but not sweaty. Somehow, he had relaxed.

"I'm doing this mission, and I'm coming back to you. I don't care how many missiles hit me, there is no way I'm leaving you behind. Understand?"

You nodded, grabbing onto his forearms. You wanted to smile or giggle at his serious and determined tone, but you also loved the declaration he was making.

"You're my girl. Okay? You're mine."

Your mouth opened at the slight change of tone and demeanour. But you didn't have much time to analyse it before his mouth was on yours, rushed, wet, and passionate. You hummed in surprise, reaching your hands up into his hair. His hands fell to your hips and gripped them, pushing you back against the hallway wall. You gasped at the pressure on your back – to which he loosened his grip on you.

But you didn't care. You pressed your chest closer to his, tugging his hair, urging him to just take you. He groaned, pushing you lightly back into the wall and pressing his body against you. Your tongues lapped at each other's, his lips roughly engulfing you and neither of you being able to take a breath. His coarse moustache tickled and bristled against your smooth skin, making you writhe beneath him.

You had never held a man so tightly in your life. You never wanted to let go.

"Rooster! Where are you? Let's go!" A voice shouted from the staircase just down the hall.

He pulled back slowly from your kiss, "Be there in a sec! Just saying bye to Locket." He shouted back up.

You caught his lips again before he could fully turn his head back to you. He groaned and wrapped his arms all the way around your waist. You whined, gripping his sandy curls with all of your might.

"Yeah, I'd be crazy for leaving this." He panted against your lips.

"You are crazy." You stated breathlessly.

He chuckled and slid his hands back to rest on your hips. You leaned back against the wall and huffed a breath, trying to regulate your breathing.

"Stop making out with your girlfriend and get your gear on, bird boy!" You both heard Hangman shout down the stairs.

You both shook your head at the comment.

Bradley's blown-out brown eyes stared down at you.

"I need to go."

"I know."

He scanned your face like he was attempting to imprint it on his brain forever.

"I lo-."

You pressed a finger against his swollen lips.

"Tell me when you get home, Bradshaw."

He slowly smirked and kissed your finger tip.

"I'm gonna go before I say anything stupid." He told you, letting his hands leave you.

You dropped your hands from him and stayed leaning against the wall as he backed away slowly.

"You got this, Rooster." You smiled.

He nodded, "I know, Locket."

He turned his back to you and started walking. You didn't feel right about this.

"Brad?" You called out, pushing yourself up from the wall.

He paused and turned to face you.

"I do to."

You saw his face soften and his chest rise.

He launched for you, grabbing your face, and crashing his lips against yours. He was entirely intoxicated by you and your taste. You moaned into the kiss as his tongue moulded against yours. You held onto his uniform in fists as your lips pressed and danced with one another's. You squeezed your eyes so tightly shut; like a child wishing for their biggest dream. You wanted it to last forever.

He practically pushed you away, because if he was to look at your face that close-up again, he'd never leave for the mission. He walked backwards and swiped a hand over his moustache and his pink lips.

You stumbled back a step or two, left breathless and in awe of the kiss. You pressed a hand to your lips and held eye contact with him as he backed off. He stopped at the entrance of the staircase and flashed you a wink. You held back a grin.

"Go get 'em, tiger." You whispered to yourself as he turned his back on you and bounded up the stairs.

---

Bradley walked out onto tarmac himself, sweating and thinking over everything. He beelined straight to your Dad, but Hangman was walking towards him. They both paused in front of each other.

"You give 'em, hell." Hangman said, raising his voice over their loud surroundings.

Hangman left before Bradley could say anything to him. Hangman was a little jealous and annoyed at Bradley getting wingman, but he also came to terms with the fact that maybe Rooster was better for the job.

Bradley stood for a moment and took a deep breath, his eyes lifting to find Maverick again. His feet walked him to where Maverick was checking over his plane.

"Sir." Bradley spoke as he got closer.

He didn't turn around. Bradley clenched his jaw.

"Sir?" He raised his voice.

Maverick turned around, a look of surprise on his face.

"I...I just wanted to say that-"

An announcement was made to all the crew. Everyone began running around and Bradley was left with so much to say and no idea how to say it.

Bradley looked back slowly to Mav, swallowing hard. Mav could tell he was nervous; Bradley's eyes were clear enough on what he felt.

"We'll talk...when we get back."

Bradley stared at Maverick, giving him some hope of coming home. He nodded and turned away, walking towards his own plane.

"H-hey, Bradley!" Mav called after him.

Bradley turned, looking at the man he had so much emotion towards.

"You've got this."

Bradley nodded, gulping the lump in his throat down and taking a deep breath before going to his jet.

Mav put his helmet on once he was in his jet, looking over everything inside as Hondo jumped up to say goodbye.

"I don't like that look, Mav." He said, a bittersweet smile on his face.

"It's the only one I got." He responded without his usual smirk.

Hondo squeezed his shoulder reassuringly.

"Thank you. If I don't see you again, Hondo, thank you."

Hondo opened his mouth to speak but slowly shut it, just looking at his friend in his unusual state of nervousness. Hondo knew this wasn't a usual mission, but the thought of Maverick not coming back wasn't one he thought of until now.

"It's been an honour, Captain."

Mav smiled and gave one more look to Hondo before he climbed down from the jet.

"Hondo!" Maverick called.

Hondo looked up, holding a hand over his eyes to shield the bright sun from view as he looked at Mav up in the plane.

"You're in charge of her until I get back." Mav smiled.

Hondo nodded, "You got it, boss."

And with a salute, Hondo waved Maverick off and jogged back to safety. Mav took a deep breath, closing his eyes and thinking of you and your goodbye, before opening his eyes ready for business.

---

"Dagger One, up and ready."

"Dagger spare, standing by."

"Dagger four, up and ready."

"Dagger three, up and ready."

"Dagger two. Up and ready."

Your heart plummeted as you heard Bradley's voice. You were sitting in the control room with Hondo next to you. Simpson and Bates stood, watching over everything. The room was hot and humid, and the tension was rife. You could feel every drip of sweat from your skin, every breath, and every heartbeat.

"Standing by for launch decision."

You looked up to Simpson.

"Send them."

Goosebumps rippled your skin as they all – one by one – flew off, the mission officially beginning. You looked to Hondo, and he glanced at you from behind his fingers, giving you a nod of reassurance. You gulped, turning back to look at the different displays around the room.

"Dagger attack."

You heard your Dads voice over the comms and your heart dropped. Everyone stood their ground and you gripped to the arms of your chairs as the missiles left the ship. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and you wiped the sheen of sweat off your forehead.

"Daggers proceeding to target. Two minutes and thirty seconds in three, two, one: mark."

"Two mark."

"Three mark."

"Four mark."

You looked at Hondo when he flipped over the stopwatch in his hand. You took a deep breath.

"Going in."

"We're two seconds behind, Rooster. We gotta move."

You heard Paybacks voice over the comms. Your hands covered your face, trying to hide from everything happening. You could picture Bradley looking terrified in the plane and your stomach churned.

"We're picking up two bandits."

"Where the hell did they come from?" Simpson questioned.

You and Hondo shared a look before looking up at the two admirals.

"Oh my god." You whispered to yourself.

"We have to get there before they do. Increase speed."

Your dad commanded over comms. You felt ill. Bradley was going to fall behind.

"Sir, daggers two and four are behind schedule. Time to target: one minute, twenty."

Hondo looked at his stopwatch, allowing you to look over as well. You gulped and looked at him. His face was worried but stern, and he offered you his hand. You took a deep breath and held his hand in yours.

The tomahawks made impact with the enemy runway, and you didn't think your nerves could get any worse. You squeezed Hondo's hand, and he squeezed back.

"Rooster, where are you?"

Your dad spoke.

"Come on, Rooster, let's turn and burn!"

Payback exclaimed.

You held your breath, watching his red avatar move slowly behind the others. Your heart broke. You wish you could talk to him.

"Come on, Rooster. Move it or lose it." Hondo muttered next to you, sitting forward in his seat.

There was a silence after Payback and Fanboy told Rooster to speed up. The control room was as quiet as it could be.

You heard the faintest voice from the comms, and you furrowed your brows. It had to be Bradley.

"Come on, kid. Don't think. Just do."

You squeezed your eyes shut at your dads voice.

There was another deafening silence before Payback whooped.

"Jesus, Rooster, not that fast!"

You let out the breath you were holding and clutched your chest with your free hand, checking if you were still alive. You grinned, watching his red name move swiftly towards the target.

"Dagger two is reengaging."

Until you heard your dad say, "Target acquired; bombs away." You didn't hear a thing. You snapped back into reality and prayed that your dad would make it up and out of the target okay.

"Direct hit! Direct hit!"

You gasped, looking to an ecstatic Hondo. He smiled and nodded to you. You bit your lip and turned back.

"Almost there!"

You heard Bradley announce.

"Come on, baby. Take it home." You whispered, leaning forward in your seat.

"Guys! Where's the laser? We're running out of time!"

"It's not working, I can't get it!"

You clenched your jaw, squeezing Hondo's hand like a vice.

"We have no time, I'm dropping blind."

Rooster said. You looked up at the two admirals and they flashed a look to each other. Bates caught your eye but turned forward before you could have an interaction with him. Shit.

"Rooster, I got this!"

"No time. Pull up. Bombs away! Bombs away!"

You held a hand over your mouth and tapped your foot impatiently. He did just as your dad said. Don't think, just do.

"Bullseye! Bullseye! Bullseye!" Was announced in the control room.

You and Hondo both jumped up and yelled. You ignored the pain in your back and embraced Hondo. He laughed, wrapping his arms around you.

"He did it!" You exclaimed in disbelief.

"He did it." Hondo repeated, pulling back from you with a grin.

You covered your mouth and sat back down, your adrenaline pumping more than ever now.

Then came the SAM's Phoenix, Bob, and your dad had to face. You took some deep breaths and listened intently to everything happening.

Everyone was working together to defend themselves and the team and you sat with your jaw wide open, in awe of everyone doing so well. Your heart filled with pride and joy as you listened. Hondo rested his hand over yours again and you held onto it tight.

"Shit! I'm out of flares!"

Your whole body tensed.

"What?" You whispered, looking to Hondo.

"Rooster! Evade, evade!"

You heard your dad.

"No, no, no." You spoke to yourself; your heart feeling is if it was going to burst out of your chest.

You sat up, still gripping Hondo's hand.

"I can't shake 'em! They're on me! They're on me!"

"Come on!" You exclaimed.

Hondo sat forward with you. You waited with heavy breath in the silence.

"Mav!"

Your brows furrowed, your head cocking slightly.

"Mav! No!"

"Dagger one is hit! I repeat; dagger one is hit!"

Your breath left you.

"Maverick is down!"

Your heart felt like it stopped. Your hand went limp from Hondo's and your mouth hung open, but you couldn't breathe. The room started spinning and your eyes went blurry.

"Locket, breathe!" You heard distantly.

You felt hands on you as you slid from your chair to the floor. Why couldn't you breathe?

"Breathe! Locket, come on!"

You finally gasped and blinked frantically to wake yourself up. You looked to your left and Hondo was holding you up, looking at you with wild, scared, eyes.

"Get them back to the carrier. Now." Simpson ordered.

"No!" You screamed, looking up at Simpson.

Your arms and legs felt numb, but it didn't stop you from attempting to move. You tried to hit and push Hondo away but he wrapped his arms fully around you.

"What about Maverick?"

You shut your eyes at the sound of Bradley's panicked voice.

"Tell him there's nothing we can do for Maverick. Not in a goddamn F-18." Simpson commanded, looking at you.

You looked up at him, your eyes flooding with tears. He hardly looked guilty for saying that. He turned back to face forward.

"Launch search and rescue." Bates offered.

"No. Not with bandits still in the air."

Hondo turned, "Sir! Maverick is still out there-"

"I'm not losing anyone else today." Simpson shouted.

You gasped a shaky breath, realising that this was it. This was the mission. You gripped Hondo's arms and tried to calm yourself. Dad had always warned you about this.

"Dagger two, return to carrier. Acknowledge."

Nothing from Bradley.

"Rooster, we can't go back."

You squeezed your eyes shut at Phoenix's voice.

"Rooster, he's gone. Maverick's, gone."

You went limp against Hondo, allowing yourself to be held by him.

"I've got you. I've got you." Hondo told you.

You continued taking deep breaths, trying to drown out all of the noise in the control room and the conversations on the comms. You thought of Bradley and what will happen when he gets back. At least you'll have each other this time. He won't be alone like when Carole died. He'll have you. And you'll have him and that's all you could think about right now. You felt yourself calm.

"Dagger two is hit. Dagger two is hit!"

You froze against Hondo. You raised your head and looked up at him. Hondo was looking up at the admirals.

"Did- did they say-"

"Dagger two come in. Dagger two! Come in!"

Hondo slowly looked down at you, along with Bates and Simpson. Your jaw hung open and you covered your mouth with a shaky hand.

"He's- Bradley's-"

"Dagger two, do you copy? Come in, dagger two!"

"Oh my god." You whispered.

Your whole body felt disgusting and hot. You pushed yourself away from Hondo.

"y/n-"

"No." You held a hand up to him, not wanting him to come closer to you.

You stood up, gripping onto the chair to help you onto your feet. Your legs felt like jelly as you stood. Your eyes took a second to focus, the room looking blurry.

"Someone get her out of here." Simpson instructed.

Hondo got up and neared you.

You backed up against a wall and shook your head.

"No. Hondo, stop. Stop!" You screamed, pushing him away from you.

"y/n, come on. Let's get some air."

Your breath hitched in your throat before you let out a sob. You beelined for Simpson, pushing past Hondo.

"Send a search party." You commanded him with your unsteady voice.

"No. Not with bandits in the air, Locket."

"My father is probably dead because of you. And now, so is my boyfriend."

You shoved your pointer finger against his chest, staring him right in the eye.

"If they're both dead; it's because of you. And I will never forgive you." You whispered lowly.

You watched him gulp and avert eye contact from you. You smirked at the win before Hondo grabbed you from behind and dragged you out of the room.

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eddiescorrodedcoffinxo · 2 years

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Party Etiquette

Warnings: language (cursing), slight alcohol usage (not enough to delegitamize consent), making out, sexual situations(?)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!Henderson!reader

Summary: Eddie asks if you’re going to a party. You decided you’re definitely going now.

Word Count: 4,633

AN: in this universe, Eddie’s still an outcast but it’s a little less extreme, also Chrissy and Jason aren’t a thing (not super important but makes sense). P.S. this is my first time writing so constructive criticism pls <3

You glance over at your brother, Dustin, while Amelia gushes over the flowers Jason brought her that morning. Your eyes fall onto the boy Dustin’s sitting next to: Eddie Munson.

You’d gotten to know Eddie through Dustin the past few months after school started. Eddie Munson who apparently used Aqua Net Hairspray to control his frizz on humid days. Eddie Munson who’d only ever spent time playing his guitar and hanging out with his friends (with the occasional “business” deal here and there).

You realize you’d been staring in their direction when your brother waves over to you from across the cafeteria with a smile. As you wave back you notice Eddie looking over at you after Dustin’s attention was given to someone other than him. He gives you a confused look as he regains Dustin’s attention.

Amelia gains your attention by clapping in your face asking, “(y/n), did you even hear what I said?”

“Um, no sorry,” you said apologetically, “What’d you say?”

“I asked if you wanted to come to the party Jason invited me to tonight,” she says exasperatedly. “I don’t even know why you keep looking at Dustin, he’s practically sealed his fate sitting with the Hellfire club everyday. Don’t even get me started with those shirts they wear. Ugh.”

“Hey, from what I’ve heard, they’re not all that bad. Apparently all they do is play Dungeons and Dragons, talk about girls, and drive around,” you defend them, trying to divert the conversation from her question.

“Mhm, sure, so what about that party tonight?” she asks again.

“Are you sure Jason would even want me coming? I mean, I’ve barely even talked to him, only when I’m with you.”

Amelia rolls her eyes as she says, “Oh please, I already asked him when he invited me. He said I could bring anyone as long as I brought myself. I think he really wants me there,” she says sighing.

The bell rings as you start to pack everything back into your lunch box. “Umm, I don’t know. I’ll think about it and call you after school but I have to get to history.”

She stands to walk out of the cafeteria with you, “Ok, ok, I’ll be waiting by the phone stewing in anticipation,” she says through a laugh, waving goodbye, and turning left while you turn right.

You sit in the back of Mr. Ronon’s history class, coincidentally a few seats down the row from Eddie. Maybe you did it on purpose the first day of school, wanting to sit next to the hot third-year senior, maybe not. Picking at your manicured nails while Mr. Ronon drones on about the passengers of the Mayflower, a note is placed on your desk.

“your brother talks about you a lot. you coming to jason’s party tonight?”

-eddie

You look up to see Eddie paying attention to the lesson. That’s a first, you think to yourself as you scribble on a new piece of paper.

“I was invited, maybe. Why?”

It gets passed back to Eddie by the two students sitting between you. He smiles to himself and writes a response on the back of the paper you sent to him.

“got a couple clients asking me to be there. wanted to see if someone actually cool was going to be there.”

When the note makes it back to you, you think of something good to respond with. You were going to play into whatever game he was playing.

“Guess you’ll just have to see.”

Trying not to pay attention to his response, you focus back onto the lesson while counting the seconds tick by on the clock above the chalkboard.

Dustin races out of your car and up to the front door. “Dammit!” he screams, “(y/n), hurry up! I forgot my key.”

You unlock the door for him and ask, “Jesus, why are you in such a rush? Got a hot phone call with Suzie you’re late for?”

“Ewww, gross, but no. I’m waiting for a call from Eddie. He says he got invited to a party tonight and might bring me and Mike along so we can see what a real high school party is like. Isn’t that so fun? He said he’s be doing ‘business’ deals the whole time, whatever that means. But, (y/n), my first high school party, I should call Steve to see what to wear.” he rambles on as the two of you make your way to the kitchen to make a snack.

“I’m sorry, Eddie’s taking you to the party?” you ask, shocked. “And he’s going to be doing ‘business’ deals while you’re there?!”

“Yeah, what’s the big deal?” Dustin asks cluelessly.

“Oh, buddy, you’ll learn when you’re a bit older,” you laugh, “Ask me again when you’re sixteen. But hey, luckily for you, I’ll be at the party too. You know, to keep an eye on you,” you say with a wink.

“Ugh, fine, whatever. Who invited you anyway?”

“Technically, Jason. But I’m going for Amelia.” And for Eddie you think as you explain things to your brother. “Did Eddie mention what time the party started? Because Amelia failed to mention that today.”

“Yeah, it starts at 9, but Eddie said all the cool people don’t show up until like 10:30,” Dustin explains to you while you pour two bowls of Cap’n Crunch.

“Ok, well, Jason only lives like two blocks away so we can start walking at 10:15. Does that work for you?”

Dustin grabs two spoons from the silverware drawer and says, “Oh, actually, Eddie said he’d pick me up. He told me he doesn’t drink while doing ‘business’ and that’s the only thing he’s doing tonight so it’ll be all good. I can ask him to take you too if you want?”

A look of indecision crosses your face, “Oh no, I’m sure Amelia or someone else could take me. And I could always walk too,” you say as you grab your bowl and take it down the hall to your room.

In your room, you’re holding the phone to your ear and eating the Cap’n Crunch. The phone rings while you wait for Amelia to answer.

“Hello, this is the Richardson household,” you hear her mom say.

“Hi Mrs. Richardson, it’s (y/n), could you ask Amelia to answer the phone?” you say to her.

“Oh of course darling, one second,” you hear a muffled scream of Amelia’s name as Mrs. Richards puts the phone back to her ear. “How’s your mom sweetheart? Is she still upset over Mews?”

“Oh, no ma’am, me and Dustin got her a new cat and she’s so happy now. I’m sure she’d love to get together with you and the girls. You know, maybe play some bridge tonight?” you suggest to Amelia’s mom.

“Aww, honey, you’re so sweet. I’ll be sure to-” Mrs. Richardson gets cut off.

“Hello, (y/n)?” you both hear Amelia say over the line.

“I guess I’ll go now, nice talking to you (y/n),” Amelia’s mom says as she puts the phone back on the receiver.

“Hey bitch, what’s up? You coming to the party or not?” Amelia asks.

You sigh into the phone, setting the bowl on your bedside table, “Yes, I am. Dustin’s going and this cute guy from my history class is too. I have to keep an eye on Dusty and this guy asked me if I was going and I said maybe and I-” Amelia cuts of your rambling.

“This cute guy, does he happen to be Eddie Munson?” she asks with a hidden smile on the other side of the phone.

“W-what, girl what do you think you’re talking about?” your voice is suspiciously high-pitched as you respond.

“It’s kind of obvious, (y/n). I mean, think about it. You’re always staring over at Dustin. Who sits next to Dustin? Eddie. Who’s in your history class? Eddie. Who goes to parties? Eddie. Who do you definitely have a crush on? Eddie.” she explains. You know there’s so much more that she could go into and you’re thankful she didn’t. You’re reminded why she’s your best friend all over again. She can know everything about you without you even saying a thing.

“Jesus, am I really that bad at hiding my crush?” you ask with a huff.

“No girl, trust me, no one else can tell. I just know you that well,” she laughs.

“Ok, then yeah, I’m going because Eddie asked if I’d be there. Which, surprisingly, you’re ok about? I thought you hated Eddie?” you asked.

“I mean, I don’t hate him. He’s a little weird that’s for sure, but he seems to make you happy, and I love that he makes your little brother happy. In fact,” she continues, “I respect him a little bit. He’s so…himself no matter how anyone treats him. And he’s always so nice. I’ve definitely never had a negative interaction with him.”

“Hold up. When have you ever had an interaction with Eddie Munson?” you ask out of confusion.

“Oh, you know, after him and Jason worked out their issues, Jason became a regular ‘customer’ and I’ve gone with him a few times after school.”

“Wow, Jason Carver, one of Eddie’s ‘customers’. Who would’ve thought,” you wonder aloud. You continue, “But yeah, I’m going for Eddie but also mostly for you and Dustin. How are you getting to Jason’s?”

“Oh yeah, I’m sorry but I’m riding over with Natalie early to hang out with Jason and Patrick before the party starts. We’re also spending the night. I’m sorry, I would’ve told you earlier but Natalie and Jason ambushed me after 7th period today.” she apologizes.

“Babe, it’s ok, I’ll just walk or catch a ride with Dusty. Spending the night with Jason? Do you have protection?” you ask seriously.

“Oh my god, (y/n), you’re so embarrassing. But yes, I do. Don’t worry, you won’t become an aunt anytime soon. Do you have protection?” she asks jokingly.

“Don’t even try with me girl.” you warn.

“Ok, ok, well tell me more about what you like about Eddie. We need to come up for a plan for you two tonight. He’s obviously into you if he asked if you’d be there. We gotta get you two together. Tonight.” she emphasizes the end of her sentence with a snap.

As you go on and on about Eddie you don’t notice Dustin standing outside your door listening to you. He plans to tell all of this to Eddie as soon as he calls. Speaking of Eddie, he’d been trying to call the Henderson household for about an hour as he gives up and just heads over. It’s not like he’d never been over before, he’d just never been over uninvited. He hoped your mom wasn’t home, she always seemed a little scared of him.

Dustin hops in the shower to start getting ready for the party as Eddie hops into his van. You continue on the phone as you hear the shower start and tell Amelia you’ve got to go to get ready.

The doorbell rings and Dustin yells from the shower, “(Y/N), GET THE DOOR I’M NAKED!”

“Woah, you’re naked in the shower? I didn’t know you were supposed to do that,” you shout back obviously, adding on, “You better be out in 10 minutes. There’s only 2 hours until we have to leave and I have to shower too!”

You jog down the hallway to answer the door. Swinging it open to reveal a rosy-cheeked, droopy-eyed Eddie Munson. He stops picking at his jacket when he hears the door open, surprised to see you. He’s too busy taking in the jeans and t-shirt you’d worn to school that day and the way your eyes are shining in the moonlight that illuminated your door step.

“Umm, hi?” you say.

“O-oh, yeah, hi. I’m, um, I’m here for Dustin. To take him to the party.”

“Aren’t you like,” you look down at your watch, “2 hours early?” you question; keeping your cool obviously better than he is.

“Yeah,” he clears his throat and stands taller, leaning agains the door frame on one arm. “ I came early, phone line was busy, needed to talk to him about party etiquette, you know.”

“Umm, sure. He’s in the shower but you can wait in his room. I’ll let him know you’re here,” you say while stepping back and opening the door to let him in.

He walks past you, “Thanks sweetheart,” he says with a wink.

You hope he doesn’t notice the heat rush to your cheeks as you close the door and head to the hallway with him hot on your heels. Eddie abandons you halfway down the hallway to go into Dustin’s room. Noticing the shower had turned off, you walk into the bathroom, bypassing the unlocked door.

“Heyyyy, dude, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Dustin asks, shocked and luckily already wrapped in a towel.

“Oh, can it. What is Eddie Munson doing in your bedroom right now? I thought you said he wouldn’t be here until like 10? I have to take a shower, Dustin, how am I supposed to do that with him right down the hall?” you huff at him.

“I don’t know why Eddie’s here but it’s fine, you can still shower. I’ll make sure he stays in my room. Do you need a ride?”

“Yeah, I do, thanks. Amelia’s leaving early and staying the night.” you explain.

“Ok, I’ll ask Eddie and let you know.”

“Cool, thanks, now get out. I only have 2 hours to get ready. Bye!” you say as you close the door on him, still trying to talk to you about tonight.

You take your shower with no more issues, planning out your outfit in your head. You decide to go mostly casual: high-waisted, ripped jeans, a red tanktop, and your white sneakers. The perfect outfit for going out in November.

Stepping out of the shower, you wrap a towel around your still dripping body and go to brush your hair in front of the mirror. While brushing, your mind wanders to Eddie. Eddie Munson who’d asked if you’d be at the party. Eddie Munson who was in your little brother’s bedroom teaching him party edicate, whatever that meant. Eddie Munson who had to pee.

“...Ok, and that’s how you always win at pong, literally always, never been defeated.” Eddie finishes his tangent.

“Yeah, dude, I get it. I’ve gotten it for the past 30 minutes,” Dustin laughs.

“Whatever, Dustin, you just don’t understand. Hey, dude, I gotta pee. You think your sister’s done in the bathroom yet?” he asks.

“I don’t know, probably. The water’s been off for like 10 minutes. Just go knock and find out,” Dustin huggs while looking for an outfit to wear.

“Ok,” Eddie says as he pushes himself off the bed and walks out the door.

You don’t hear his heavy, booted footsteps coming towards you down the hall and swing the bathroom door open, a cloud of steam following you out of the room. Your steps halt as you see Eddie, halfway down the hallway staring at you.

Eddie can’t believe his eyes. (y/n) Henderson fresh out of the shower, wrapped in a towel, and still dripping wet. He tries to keep his cool as he says, “Hey sweetheart, sorry, thought you were in your room already.” His eyes roam your body as he explains.

“Oh–um,” you cough, “Yeah, all good. No worries,” you mumble as you look anywhere than at him.

“You know, we leave in 30 minutes, I hope you don’t plan on wearing just that towel. Might attract a bit too much attention,” Eddie says slowly as he walks towards you, backing you into the wall next to your bedroom door.

He’s looking down at you now, leaning on his arm above your head, as you finally meet his eyes. He licks his lips as he looks down from your eyes to your nose, down to the cleavage visible from the top of the towel, back up to your face: scanning your features like he’s trying to memorize them. You scan your mind for something witty to say back. He might’ve caught you off-guard but he doesn’t need to know that.

“Just wait, Munson, I’ve got something much better than this old towel planned,” you whisper to him.

He lowers his face even closer to yours, his other hand coming to hover over your waist. His lips brush over yours as he whispers, “Good, I can’t wait to see it.” He turns around to go to the bathroom leaving you breathless right outside your bedroom door.

Inside your bedroom you decide two things. One: you need to find a way better outfit to wear to the party. And two: you can’t ride with Eddie and your brother after what just happened. Plus, you want him caught off-guard by your outfit at the party, not in your living room.

Looking through your closet you decide to keep the jeans and shoes from the original outfit. For your top, you decide on a Madonna-esque black, mesh crop top with just a red bra underneath.

After finalizing the outfit, you call around to see who else you could get a ride from this close to the party starting. Leslie, from your English class, is going and isn’t planning on showing up until 11. She offers you the last open seat in her car as you mentally check that last task from your list.

“DUSTIN, COME HERE!” You yell across the hallway, still dressed in a towel.

Dustin comes running out of his room, “What?” he asks, exasperated.

“I’m not riding with you and Eddie anymore, I’m riding with Leslie. Don’t wait up for me,” you say, eyes drifting up to land on Eddie standing in Dustin’s doorway.

You close the door and start getting dressed. While your doing your makeup, you hear Eddie’s van peel out of the driveway and get started on your own little pre-party. The KISS record on your record player gets turned up as you pull the bottle of vodka from under your bed.

Finishing the last strokes of mascara, you pour yourself a shot and take it. As you feel the burn in your throat, the sound of Leslie’s station wagon’s horn sounds from the street. Your shoes are pulled on in a rush and you’re bounding out of the house and into Leslie’s back seat.

You’d been at the party for about half an hour, eyes constantly scanning the sea of people. You don’t want to admit that you’re looking for Eddie, but you’re looking for Eddie. Deciding to do anything other than stand in the corner, you head towards the kitchen to grab a drink.

In the kitchen, you run into Dustin. A drunk Dustin, apparently.

“(y/nnnnn),” he whines, “I feel funny. Eddie said I shouldn’t have too much but I don’t know how much is too much,” he spills what’s left in the cup all over the floor as he stumble towards you.

You take the cup and cringe at how strongly the left-over contents smell of alcohol. “Jesus Dustin, how much of this have you had to drink? Who made it?” you fire out questions to him.

“I’ve only had one cup, Eddie made it,” he hiccups to you.

You lean down a little to help him stand as you sigh, “Ok buddy, let’s just get you to the couch and you can leave with me or Eddie, whoever leaves first. Does that sound good?”

He nods as you lead him toward the couch, “Yeah, sis, sounds good.”

After setting him down, you run into Chrissy and Natalie on your way back to the kitchen; catching up with them as you pour yourself a drink. The three of you chat in the kitchen for a bit when Amelia comes walking up to you. She invites all of you to join a game of spin the bottle that’d started in one of the guest bedrooms upstairs. Natalie and Chrissy head upstairs as you hesitate.

“Come on (y/n),” Amelia pleads, “Jason got Eddie to stick around and play?” She knew saying that would make you perk up and follow her to the bedroom. Not before making sure Dustin would be ok for a little bit and ensuring someone would be checking on him every few minutes.

Following Amelia up the stairs has you nervous. You down the rest of your drink and prepare to face Eddie Munson. Amelia pushes the door open and you follow behind her, taking in everyone else. You don’t know everyone but you recognize Natalie, Chrissy, Patrick, Jason, and Eddie. You take in Eddie as he seemingly takes you in as well. He’s wearing the same thing that he was at school: his Hellfire shirt, leather jacket with a denim vest over, ripped black jeans, and his black boots.

He notices you immediately. You were right he thinks to himself you had something way better than that towel planned. He can’t help but drink in your appearance. You’d curled your hair and done your makeup, but that wasn’t what caught his attention. That shirt. You had on a practically see-through shirt with just a bra underneath and he was not happy about it. He was so not happy that everyone else got to see you like that.

You take a seat in the circle across from Eddie, still looking at you, as Jason explains the rules.

“Ok, so it’s like 7 minutes in heaven and spin the bottle. Someone spins the bottle, them and who it lands on go into the closet for 7 minutes. We’ve got 2 closets up here so 2 groups can go at once. Got it?” Everyone nods after he asks the question. The first person to spin is Amelia. As fate would have it, the empty wine bottle lands on Jason. You give her a nudge and she smiles at you as she gets up and follows him into the closet in the room.

Patrick speaks up, “Ok, (y/n), you spin next. The other closet is right outside the door to the left.”

“Ok,” you breathe shakily as you reach out to spin the bottle. Your eyes are locked on the bottle as it spins and spins. You’re shaking in anticipation, silently praying, as the bottle comes to a stop: pointed directly at Eddie. Everyone looks at each other and snickers, smiling as Eddie looks up from the bottle: eyes glued to you.

You look at him across the circle, as he stands and walks towards you. He steps between you and Natalie and extends his hand to help you stand. You take it and follow him out the door, closing it behind you. He leads you left down the hallway, still holding your hand and opens the closet door for you.

The silence behind the closed closet door is suffocating. “Sooo,” you whisper, looking up at him pressed against you due to the size of the closet, “I think you gave my brother alcohol poisoning.”

He laughs and you can feel his breath across your face. “Please, I only put like a shot and a half in that drink. It was mostly lemonade.”

“Mhm, sure,” you mumble, stealing a glance at his lips.

He notices, as he does the same thing, swiping his tongue across his bottom lip. His hands come to rest on your waist as he lowers his face to yours.

“This ok?” he asks, nudging your nose with his.

Words seem to fail you at this moment so reply by grabbing his shoulders and slamming his lips onto yours. The kiss burns. It’s hot and it’s fast, his teeth slamming into yours. Lips moving together with fervor, wanting anything they can get. His tongue brushes against your lips and you let out a breathy moan. Eddie takes advantage and pushes his tongue into your mouth as he presses his body into yours. Your hands are reaching into his hair and pulling. He grunts and presses his body imbossibly further into yours, allowing you to feel the hardness in his jeans press against your stomach.

His hands are racing all over your body. They move up from your waist to hold your cheeks, then down to cup your upper thighs. He picks you up to hold you between him and the wall, the kiss deepening even more as he massages your thighs through your jeans. You tug his hair again and his hands land back on your waist, squeezing and kneading the skin there. They come up under your mesh shirt and begin to tug on the bottom. He pulls away from the kiss, tugging your bottom lip along the way.

“God, you’re so beautiful. I can’t believe I haven’t done this before,” he says pulling away to lift the shirt off your body. His lips return to your skin, making his way along your jaw as his hands come up to cup your ribs.

“What?” you huff, squeezing his shoulder with one hand, “gotten locked in a closet with me?”

Eddie kisses and nips his way from your jaw down your neck. Leaving little red splotches to mark his path that you knew you’d have to hide from your mom later. His hands ghost higher until they’re squeezing and massaging.

He sucks hard on the juction between your neck and shoulder, making you gasp, “You know what I mean. Can’t believe you let other people see you like this. Nope, mark my words, you’re mine now,” he promises roughly, “And God, these tits, can’t believe you hid these from me,” he hisses, pinching you’re nipples through the padding of your bra.

You whimper at his actions and pull him back up to your mouth by his hair, Jesus Christ this man you think, and begin to take off his denim vest when you hear the doorknob jiggle below you.

“There’s no way it’s been 7 minutes,” he mumbles against your lips as you both freeze.

“(y/n)! Eddie! Are you in there? I want to go home. Someone told me you’d be in here,” you both sigh as you hear Dustin yell from the hallway. However, Dustin realizes the door wasn’t locked, it was just jammed. He pushed with all his strength and broke his way into the closet. He was met with the glorious sight of his sister, shirtless, and held up against the wall by his best friend.

“WHAT. THE. FUCK.” he screams, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY SISTER DUDE? THAT’S MY SISTER! LITERALLY WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU. OH MY GOD I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS IS ACTUALLY HAPPENING. EDDIE THIS IS SO NOT GOOD PARTY ETIQUETTE! YOU TOLD ME GENTLEMEN ALWAYS FIND A ROOM AND MAKE SURE TO LOCK THE DOOR. THAT DOOR WAS NOT LOCKED. OH MY GOD I CAN’T BELIEVE I JUST SAW THAT! EWWWW”

“Dude,” Eddie says, still holding you against the wall, “I’ll be down in a sec, just go wait in the van. Oh my Jesus.”

Dustin walks out of the closet, fake gagging all the way down the stairs. Eddie looks down at you, takes in your bra-clad chest as he kisses you one more time. Hard. He’s pushing his tongue back into your mouth before pulling away and pecking your nose. “See you at home sweetheart. I think I should stay the night since he’s gonna need a babysitter,” he says before turning around, winking, and disappearing down the hallway.

You’re left panting in the closet and stumble to put your shirt back on, not that it does much, as you prepare for what waits for you, later, at home.

#eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x henderson!reader #eddie munson #stranger things #st4 #dustin henderson #eddie munson fanfic #he's so omg #i love him so much

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straight4joekeery · 1 year

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Teach Me How To Love In Your Own Lyrics

(Part eight)

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The next week went by slow. Without literally all of his friends he had nothing to do. It was sad and really lonely honestly. So Steve did what any reasonable lonely human would do: get a pet.

He couldn’t get a dog they were way too much work. He had a poodle growing up and it was the most annoying dog ever. He definitely didn’t want to deal with that again. He would get a fish, but they aren’t that entertaining. Reptiles were horrifying and he would easily lose a rodent. So that left him with one option.

On Tuesday he went shopping. He went to the local pet store and bought everything he needed, or rather the cat needed. He bought all of the basic necessities plus a gigantic cat tower, a few too many toys, a harness (because why not?), and a normal amount of cat outfits (only like 25). $200 dollars later the pet store said he’d be able to pick up the kitten on Thursday. The cat was only a month old and was currently named Archie. He knew he was going to change his name, but he didn’t know what to change it to. The cat was all black except for his white paws. Which yes black cats were are supposed to be unlucky, but considering what he’d been through, an unlucky cat was the least of his concerns.

That Wednesday was the longest day of his life. It felt even lonelier in his house. He eventually decided the best way to spend his day was painting random things in his house. Which was an extremely good Idea surprisingly. When he was on his 10th object it was 9 pm (and he’d happily go to bed at 9 pm). Those ten items included: two mugs, little doodles on his mirror, the cup he keeps his toothbrush in, a plant pot, the watering can, a mason jar, his hairspray can, a ring tray, and last but certainly not least a guitar pick. He wasn’t the best artist so most were just ombrés and splatters.

When he woke up the next morning he immediately got dressed and ready. He couldn’t stand one more second of being ‘Sad Sack Steve’. He ran straight out to his car… but immediately had to go back inside because he forgot his keys. But then he was actually on his way.

He finally made it to the store and oh. Oh my god that was the cutest kitten he’d ever seen. He quickly finished all the nonsense paperwork and went home with a cat in his passenger seat. That’s when it finally hit him that this was a living being, that he had to take care of. That was… weird. A lot of responsibility. And plus he was going up to Indy tomorrow. What was he going to do? He supposed he could talk to his neighbor Amy and ask her to check on him. Amy was weird (to put it in literally the nicest was possible) but it’s better than nothing.

When he pulled in his driveway he walked next door to Amy’s. Thankfully she agreed. He thanked her a thousand times then ran back to the house, cat in hand. The cat was loud. Like extremely loud. But that was a good thing. It wouldn’t be so quiet all the time. Just in that moment, the phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Steve! Are you okay?”

“Eds? Yeah I’m okay. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Robin called you like twenty times and when she gave up she called me so I could call you because apparently ‘Steve is way more likely to pick up the phone to you’. Did she tell you she makes me call her each time I get to a new hotel just so she can have each hotels number?” The cat was now meowing like crazy.

“Uhhh no she didn’t. Do you know why she called?”

“She said she just wants to make sure you’re going to Indy tomorrow. Steve… what’s that noise?

“I have a hypothetical.”

“Okay…? What is it?”

“Say I got a little black kitten. What would be a good name for it?”

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“Hypothetically though.”

“I mean I’d personally name it Ozzy, but I know you personally wouldn’t name-“

“That’s perfect! Hypothetically.”

“Sure. Well I can’t wait to see this hypothetical cat!”

“Yeah yeah. Okay I should call Robin. Bye Eddie.”

“Bye Stevie. Tell Ozzy I said hello.”

“Will do.” He misses him. He misses him a lot. Blah blah blah this is a spiel we’ve all heard one too many times.

He called Robin back and told her that he was going to be there tomorrow. And about Ozzy.

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“Ready for round two?” He called out the window.

“Of course!” Vickie yelled as they hopped in the car, “looking good again Harrington!”

“Why, thank you.” They drove back to the bar. They didn’t have a tape in so they just talked. Talked about everything and nothing. When they arrived Vickie pulled him aside.

“Hey Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“Sorry if this is weird, you don’t have to answer, but do you think you’re going to end up with Eddie?” She was right. That was weird.

“Uh honestly no. He’s not gay.” She frowned at that.

“Well I personally strongly disagree but if think that, why didn’t you dance with anyone last week?” Good question. He however didn’t know the answer to that.

“I don’t know Vick. I just felt like I had to,” why? Why did he think he had to, “maybe…maybe it was just in case he wasn’t. I didn’t want to chance not being able to be with him. Which I know is stupid because it will never happen.”

“Hey,” she placed he hand on his arm, “that’s not stupid. Again I do think you are wrong,” she sighed. How. How could she think that? What gave her a reason to? “But if you don’t think that, go have fun. Dance with people. Don’t waste you’re time chasing over someone who you believe you will never catch up to.” As much as he hated to admit it, she was right.

“Okay. Let’s go. I promise I’ll let loose a bit.” She smiled and linked their arms as they walked inside.

“There you are!” Robin called, “i thought I was going to file two missing person reports!” They walked back to the same barstools they sat at last time and there he was. Trent. He didn’t remember exactly what he did to Steve. But he remembered that he hated him. No clue why. Might have just been angry drunk Steve for all he knew.

“Hey guys!” He smiled at them. Especially Steve. For a weird amount of time, “what can I get for you guys?” Robin was already drinking her Dirty Shirley. She was addicted to those things. She said ‘they are like Shirley Temples but better!’ He was not going to tell her that was the point.

“Can I just get a beer? I don’t really care what kind,” Vickie said. Didn’t peg her as the beer type, but hey! Never judge a book by its cover right?

“Yeah, me too.” Steve said.

“Alrighty! Give me one second!”

“Look,” Vickie said, “I love Trent but he uses the weirdest words sometimes.” Oh! That’s why he hated him last time.

“I noticed that! Last week he said ‘yikes’ like audibly and I almost gagged! I didn’t know people actually said that!” Steve exclaimed (but quietly so he wouldn’t hear).

Robbin giggled, “one time he said my outfit was ‘tubular’,” they all laughed and twisted their faces in mock disgust. Just then he came back.

“Here y’a go!” They said thank you but he didn’t move. He just stayed there. Oh well at least Steve has a piece of eye candy now. God he was hot, “so Steve, what do you do for work?” Yay! More small talk. He knew just the way to this man’s heart. He tried everything to not hate him again.

“I’m a teacher. Junior history,” why’d he elaborate? He surely didn’t care.

“That’s so cool! My favorite class of all time was my junior history. It’s the only class I ever understood. My teacher was the only nice one in the building too.” Woah. He did care. Weird.

“Cool…” cool? Really? That was lame. (LAME??? STEVE WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU.)

Trent smiled at Steve for a second to long for it to be ‘bro like’, “well let me now if you guys need anything!” And he walked away. He wasn’t sure how to feel about him.

“Wow Steve!” Robin applauded, “look at you go. He was totally into you!”

“Yeah I could tell.” He looked at Vickie and blinked as a cry for help. She just shrugged. Just then the first man of the night walked up to Steve.

“Hey! My names Adam, I was uh wondering if you wanted to dance maybe? My boyfriend… ex-boyfriend just cheated on me and left.” Yikes (REALLY???). He looked towards Vickie and she mouthed, ‘you promised’.

“Yeah. Sure.” Adams face lit up. He held out a hand and he took it.

Now in Robins exact words, ‘you’re dance moves could kill! And by kill I mean make someone want to shoot their eyes out’ which only offended him to the point he cried later that night. But it was fine. Everything was fine.

“Uh Adam?” He looked up at Steve with questioning eyes. Adam was cute. Like adorable cute not I-want-to-rip-his-clothes-off cute. “I literally can’t dance. Like at all.”

He laughed, “me neither honestly. But if we hide in the crowd no one would ever see us!” He pulled Steve to the middle of Probably a good hundred people. He smiled. Like actually smiled. He liked this kid.

“How old are you Adam?” He immediately started blushing.

“I’m twenty-three.”

“Twenty-six”

“Cool. You like don’t have a boyfriend right?”

He snorted, “No, I’ve actually only officially dated one person, and that was about ten years ago.”

He laughed, “well that guy,” he nodded towards the door, “was my third. And obviously i have some special kind of charm because this same situation happened every. Single. Time.”

“Jeez. That really sucks. I’m sorry.”

He smiled, “nah it’s fine. Never actually liked that guy at least. He was just in a band that was popular at some point and died down,” he laughed, “if I’m being honest I thought I could use him for publicity. That did not turn out well though.” Huh. That’s strange.

He laughed, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh. It’s just kinda coincidental. This one guy that I’ve literally been pinning over for years just left to go on tour.”

“No it’s fine! That is kinda weird. And that really does suck… I don’t think I got you’re name?”

“It’s Steve.”

“Well Steve I’m sorry about that. Does he like you back?” He was convinced neither of them were actually in to each other. But that was okay. He was a super nice kid. (He was literally only three years younger but he was still going to call him kid.)

“Well I am sure he doesn’t but all of my friends think otherwise. Plus I only realized I liked him when he left.”

“Well I know I’m a complete stranger and have no right to say this, but they are probably right. All of my friends told me to stay away Tony because he was no good. And here we are,” Steve didn’t know why he was so calm about this, “hey uh Steve i better get going but,” he took a pen out of his back pocket and wrote on Steve’s arm, “call me. We should hang out. You’re cool.”

“I will. Thanks.” He nodded and walked back to the girls. They were literally jumping up and down.

“How’d it gooo?” Vickie said grabbing his hands.

“Good! He was nice! And we’re going to hang out soon,” he said waving his arm. They gave each other a weird look.

“Hang out?” Robin asked looking very disappointed.

“Yeah. We didn’t click like that. But it’s fine. At least I have more than four friends in the area now!”

“Who’s the fourth?”

“Ozzy, obviously.”

“Obviously,” she rolled her eyes.

“Okay, I had my time. Now it’s your turn, go. Go have fun! But not to much fun!” He called as they ran away. He took a swig of his beer that he’d left there.

“Young love strikes once again!” Trent called from behind him. This dude needed to stop sneaking up on him. But this time he smiled back at him. He just kept staring at him. Like a concerning amount. And he noticed, “penny for your thoughts?”

“Nothing it’s just..” screw it, “want to dance?” His face got even brighter than Adam’s

“I’d be honored. But I only have like five minutes because I do work here,” they grinned at each other. They made their way to the people again. He caught Vickie looking at him and giving him a thumbs up. He just rolled his eyes at her. “I got the impression last time that your weren’t too fond of me.”

“Sorry it’s just that I get really easily irritated when im drunk. But then I can just switch up and immediately become the giggly drunk that we all aspire to be.”

“I get it. My ex was like that. She was… interesting.” He thought it was so amazing how open people could be about their sexuality’s here. He also just now noticed that they were in fact not dancing but just standing there. Which he was not mad about because again: he could not dance. “I think you’re really neat Steve.” Neat?? Okay this dude was kind of, sort of, really really weird with his vocabulary. But as we established with Eddie: Steve liked weird. (He’s literally been with two dudes that have at least been a little interested, and he’s still Eddie, Eddie, Eddie, Edd-)

“You too.” They just stood there looking at each other for a long time. Before Trent leaned in a bit. Woah. This is weird. What is happening.

“Stevie, can I?”

Did he hear him correctly? Did he just call him Stevie? It sounded oddly romantic. The word were ringing in his ears. Oddly. Romantic. But it couldn’t be. That’s all Eddie ever called him. He guesses pet names were meant to be flirty. But no. There’s no way. Eddie could not like him. (THERE IS A MAN IN FRONT OF YOU!! SNAP OHT OF IT!)

He realized he hadn’t responded for a while, “I’m so sorry,” he said. And ran off. He ran outside. He needed air. There was no way. Why was he even thinking this? Did Eddie like him back. He suddenly remembered the phone call from last week.

Okay, love you Eddie. Goodnight.

Goodnight Stevie.

How could he be so stupid? Why did he say that. But he didn’t freak out when he did. He didn’t say it back. But he didn’t say it was weird. And he called him that stupid name again. He thinks back over Vickie’s, Robin’s, and even Adam’a words. There was no way this was happening. Eddie might actually like him. Was he? Wrong?

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FINALLY. this is the dream I had. This was what this whole fic was based around. I just reread this and realized how choppy and weird the ending was but oh well. I didn’t know how else to make it work. I also didnt at all plan to add Ozzy. I zone out when I write and before I knew it boom he was there. Every steddie fic needs some sort of animal named Ozzy tho. Also I will never stop apologizing for how short these are. It’s actually not that short but still. I’ve been super unmotivated and tired. Really tired. I also would like to make it clear that I hate Trent. He did nothing wrong I just don’t like him. This is a hill I will die on. Oh well. Love Adam tho. Also one of the funniest things to me is whatever trope you think this is, you’re wrong 😈. Anywayyssss. Comment or reblog if you want to be tagged in future parts! And thanks for reading

This will be on AO3 soon I just need to find a time to do it. It will also be extended there most likely.

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i-think-i-did-it-again · 1 year

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A little clearer II

A/N: I had a request to turn this into a mini series so here is part 2! Enjoy!

Warnings: swearing, drinking, drugs

6 months later

From that first night together, you were hooked. Colson and you became completely inseparable. Every moment of every day, you thought about him. You found every day tasks hard to focus on because all your mind wanted to do was think about him. Think about his piercing blue eyes, his full pink lips, his bright smile, the sound of his melodic laugh. Then your mind would wander to the feeling of him. The warmth of his body as you nestled against him. The way he always smelt of a mixture of cologne, mint and weed. The way his long arms wrap around your body and make you feel so safe. Listening to him talk about his interests, about his music, about Cassie. You could sit for hours and just listen to the sound of his deep voice, filling your ears.

“Hello, earth to Y/N?” Sophie waves her hand in front of your eyes and you’re immediately snapped back to the world around you. You’re sitting in a cafe, listening to Sophie talk about a party she’s hosting.

“Sorry, I promise I was listening,” you blush and avoid her eyes. You’ve never been the best liar.

“Ok, repeat back everything I just said?” you sip on your coffee to avoid her question and she bursts out in fits of laughter. “I’m totally kidding but the look on your face was fucking hilarious! What I said was, I've told everyone to come around 9 but I know Kellz will be in the studio until at least 10 so if you want to come earlier and help me set up, that’s cool.”

You try to ignore the fact that you’re annoyed that she seems to know Kellz schedule better than you these days but it does prick up a red flag in the back of your mind. You spent all over yesterday with him and he didn’t once mention going to the studio today or that he was even working or anything new. You don’t want to become that girlfriend that feels the need to know where her boyfriend is every hour of every day but you feel like that should’ve been something he’d mention considering you live together and you’d assumed you were going to the party together. He was still in bed asleep this morning when you left for your girl’s day with Sophie, so it wasn’t like you’d expected him to be going anywhere.

“What’s to set up? You put a bong in one corner, alcohol in the other, play music through your sound system and make sure your bed has fresh sheets for the freaks?”

“Don’t even joke about that! My bed is my sanctuary and my party is a cocktail party so there will definitely be no bong corner, especially after what happened last time.”

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After a quick phone call with Colson, where he confirms that he will be in the studio all day, you decide to take Sophie up on her offer and head over to her place around 4pm. At the cafe, she talked you into letting her do your hair, makeup and pick your outfit from something in her closet because according to her, flannel shirts are ‘not proper cocktail attire!’ You shrugged it off because you knew she was only trying to help but it wasn’t like you were looking to impress anyone. You had already found someone that you would happily spend the rest of your life with so why bother putting in so much effort for a bunch of strangers?

Ashleigh showed up no long after you and between the two of them, your head was spinning. It may have also been from the excessive use of hairspray, setting sprays and perfume but the constant yanking from one to the other was full on. Sophie wanted to start your hair first, Ashleigh wanted to start your makeup, Sophie wanted you to pick an outfit, Ashleigh didn’t like any of the outfits picked out. By the third outfit change, you were overheated, dehydrated and completely done.

“Ok, seriously you two, cut it out! I’m done. I want to pick my own clothes, I want to do my makeup my own way and my hair is fucking fine in a ponytail!”

“Sorry honey, we just got a little carried away playing dress ups we kind of forgot you’re an actual human being,” Ashleigh apologises, handing you a cold bottle of water. You gulp down half of it in one go and the room finally stops spinning.

“What do you want to wear?” Sophie asks, holding up a couple of dresses you hadn’t noticed before.

They’re all vastly different styles but somehow all similar in their classiness. The first one that catches your eye is a red, spaghetti strap, silk maxi dress, that’s tight in the bodice and then flares out as it trails down. You actually think you might love it until you notice the slit on the left side. You don’t really like the idea of a slit that leads halfway up your thigh so you shake your head. Sophie tosses it aside and holds up a black sparkly dress. This one is short but has long sleeves. It’s tight fitted without trying too hard but you’re slightly put off by the deep V of the neckline. You look down at your chest and realise you’d probably have to go braless, which would be fine until you had a couple of drinks and were less self-conscious of your boobs falling out. Sophie can immediately tell by your face that the answer would be no and she tosses the dress. She’s left holding the last dress and you fall in love instantly. The dress is a white lace, off the shoulders with a love heart neckline and would sit just above your knees. Pattern of the lace is like tiny roses and you melt at the delicacy of the dress.

“That one,” you utter, your face instantly lighting up.

Within seconds you’re pulling the dress on while Ashleigh grabs the perfect pair of nude heels to go with the dress. Sophie fixes your makeup and gives you a pink nude lipstick to apply to your lips, to match your shoes. You check yourself in the mirror while Sophie and Ashleigh wolf whistle behind you. You blush and shrug them off as you sit on the bed and watch them finish getting themselves ready. You pour yourself a glass of champagne from the bottle that Sophie bought up and sip it while Ashleigh and Sophie fight over the hair straightener. After what feels like forever, they’re finally both ready. For some weird reason, they insist that you walk ahead of them, even though it’s Sophie’s party.

As you walk down the hallway towards the stairs, the sound of hushed voices can be heard and you find it weird that there’s only soft classical music playing in the background. As you reach the balcony of the stairs you stop dead in your tracks. Standing there, surrounded by vase after vase of pink roses and candles, is Colson in a crisp black tux, a huge grin plastered on his face. His usual mess of hair is slicked back and styled away from his face, a single strand falling back over his forehead. As you get closer to him, you look over the landing and realise there’s a large crowd gathered below. A mixture of your friends and family, even your mum and dad, are staring up with matching smiles. You look at your mum and notice the few pin pricks of tears in her eyes and your stomach immediately drops. Colson reaches his hand for you and you take it. He draws you closer so his lips can reach your ear.

“I knew you’d pick the white dress,” he whispers in your ear and a chill runs down your spine.

Before you realise what he’s doing, he’s down on his knee in front of you, your left hand wrapped in his, as he looks up at you. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small black box and flicks it open with his long, slender fingers.

“Baby, I have loved you from the time I met you and I know we’ve only been together for a little while, I know that I will never love anyone the way I love you. So, Y/N, will you do me the honour of becoming mine forever?”

Every word in the English language has completely escaped you in this moment. You stare between him, the massive diamond ring and the crowd of people below and all you can muster in this moment, is a stunned nod of your head. Everyone below erupts into cheers and applause and Colson stands to kiss you, placing the ring on your finger. The feel of his lips on yours wakes you from your confused fog and it suddenly hits you like a train. You just got engaged. You kiss Colson as intensely as you can, knowing that you’re in full view of your parents, and when you pull away a huge grin spreads across your face.

“So, at the studio all day huh?” you smile knowingly at him. He chuckles and pulls you against him, kissing your hair.

“I had to beg Soph to take you out because I knew if I spent longer than 10 minutes with you, I’d give something away,” he explains as he leads you down the stairs to your family.

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You feel like you’ve hugged 1000 people tonight as you collapse onto the couch beside Rook. You feel exhausted yet giddy at the same time and you can’t keep up with your own emotions. Your phone vibrates in your hand again and you wince at the idea of looking at your social media again. You already know that multiple guests and Sophie posted that you and Colson were engaged and your phone hasn’t stopped since. You kick your heels off and rest your feet on the coffee table. You don’t think your feet have ever ached this much. A few more guests drunkenly stumble past, the last of the crowd to leave, heading for the door with a wave and you let out a sigh.

After your mum and dad hugged you and cried for what felt like an hour, you were essentially passed around the room like a bag of chips. Each person wishing you well and gushing over Colson’s romantic surprise. A few even joked that maybe he should plan the wedding considering how well he planned the evening. You laughed along with them even in your mind you were thinking over my dead body.

“Long night kid?” Rook mumbles beside you, slinging an arm over your shoulders.

“You could say it’s been the most amazing and overwhelming night of my life,” you chuckle as you lean into him.

You know he’s been planning this since the week after you two go together,” Rook confesses and offers you a sip of his whiskey. You take it, the familiar burn hitting the back of your throat.

“I highly doubt that Rookie,” you laugh him off but the look of seriousness on his face shuts you up fairly quickly.

“I’m being serious. You called me and demanded I come over urgently and when I got there he had brochures full of diamond rings and he looked me dead in the eye and said ‘I’m gonna marry that woman’. He organised Sophie to take you out to get your nails done and a facial. I suggested a different type of facial and got my ass handed to me,” you snort and Rook grins at you before continuing. “He begged Ashleigh and Sophie to keep you occupied while he got everything set up, which they didn’t want to do because they knew what a pain in the ass you’d be about getting dressed up.” you punch him in the stomach and he laughs. “Seriously though, he wanted the whole thing to be perfect because he wanted you to know just how much he loves you.”

You contemplate all this information as you think about how much more you’ve fallen in love with Colson. You always thought he was the impulsive type. The kind of guy to never really think things all the way through. His spontaneity is one of the many reasons you fell for him. You could go to his house and walk in to find many different scenarios. A full house water balloon fight, staircase tobogganing, strip pool or, your personal favourite, blind-folded chasey. The thought of Colson sitting down and planning every little aspect of his proposal makes your heart swell and you have the sudden urge to be with him.

You stand up from the couch, the dull ache in your feet causing you to wince slightly, and you pad around the house in search of your prince charming. You walk around the entire area of the ground floor of the house, even poking your head into the powder room, but Colson is nowhere to be found. You slip out into the backyard and hear the familiar sound of his voice in the darkness. As you’re about to call out to him, you catch the end of his sentence.

“Honey, I know you still love me but I’ve moved on,” he whispers and you realise he’s talking on the phone. “Yes, I think about you from time to time but it will never be the same as it was before. I have to move on and try to be happy. No, don’t cry baby.”

Your heart drops and your blood runs cold as you realise he’s talking to his ex. You feel your surroundings begin to spin and like your chest may cave in. You slink back into the house as you try to catch your breath but you just can’t seem to get any air in. You stumble through the kitchen but you don’t make it past the island bench before you sink to the floor. Your eyes are blurred from your tears but you can feel the hands of people reaching out to you. You hear the overlapping of concerned voices as your friends try and work out what’s wrong. You can’t form a sentence as you still struggle to take in a deep enough breath.

“What the fuck are you all doing huddled on the floor?” you hear Colson’s voice break through the fog and suddenly you're filled with white, hot anger.

“You mother fucking asshole!” you roar, jumping to your feet so you can be in his face. Well, as much in his face as you can be given that he’s a good head taller than you. “How could you?”

“Baby, what’s wrong, why are you crying?” Colson’s voice is full of concern as he takes in your distraught features and hostile tone.

“Don’t you dare call me the same name you call her!” realisation dawns on Colson’s face and he immediately backs away from you, shaking his head. “What, you call us both that so you don’t accidentally call us by the wrong name?” he doesn’t say anything, he just continues to shake his head. “Fucking cat go your tongue Baker?”

“You weren’t supposed to hear that,” he mutters, avoiding eye contact with everyone in the room.

“No fucking shit I wasn’t meant to hear. How long have you been seeing her huh? Sneaking around with her behind my back while I fell in love with you!? What were your words ‘I think about you from time to time but I have to move on and try to be happy’. So clearly I was delusional when I thought the last 6 months were the happiest of both of our lives!” you turn to walk away from him, sick to your stomach at the sight of his face but he grabs your arm to stop you.

“Wait, let me explain! I just tell her that shit to make her feel better. I don’t mean any of it. She’s only ever called me twice the whole time we’ve been together and I just tell her what she wants to hear so she’ll leave me the fuck alone. The last time I told her I was happy, she called me relentlessly for months until I told her what she wanted to hear. Tell her please Rook.” Colson turns to Rook with begging eyes and Rook nods his head.

“She hates the idea that he can be without her so she hounds him but he’s only spoken to her one other time and that was when you two went public. As soon as Kellz says ‘I’ll try to be happy’ she backs off and leaves him alone,” Rook explains with such a deep honesty in his eyes that you feel your anger dissipating. “Honestly, the woman needs some serious fucking help.” everyone else nods their head in agreement and you realise that you really can’t imagine Colson wanting to go back to her or having a secret relationship behind your back.

“I want you to call her right now and tell her the truth,” you look back at Colson and he pulls away from you. “No more lying to her, no more making her think that you’re not in love and that you’re not happy. Tell her the truth and tell her to fuck off or I’m done.”

Colson immediately pulls his phone out and dials her number. He tells her everything. That he’s been lying to her, that he’s in love with you and has been since the moment he met you, that he’s marrying you because he can’t imagine his life with anyone else and that he wants absolutely nothing to do with her. You hear screaming and crying on the other end of the line and a few ‘bitch’ which you assume is directed towards you but Colson’s resolve doesn’t waver once. He tells her he wishes her a good life and hangs up the phone before she can say another word. Everyone kind of stares at you, waiting for you to do something before anyone else speaks.

You think for a few seconds before turning and heading towards the front door. Everyone parts like the red sea to let you pass and you grab your original shoes from the front door before heading out into the warm night. You can hear Colson calling your name but you don’t stop walking to your car. Eventually his long strides overpower your own and he’s in front of you, blocking your path.

“Will you just stop for a second and talk to me goddammit!” he screams in your face and you step away from him. He reeks of alcohol and weed.

“I don’t have anything else to say to you,” you tell him calmly and cross your arms over your chest.

“Please baby, you know I prefer yelling to the silent treatment. The silent treatment drives me insane and you know it,” he begs and your anger begins to rise again but you take a deep breath to push it back down.

“Do you know what I prefer baby,” you spit at him and he flinches away from you. “I prefer when my boyfriend is honest with me. I prefer when he acts like a fucking adult and has a rational conversation with me about his ex. You know what drives me insane? Lies! Feeling like everyone is in on something that I’m completely oblivious about. The fact that Rook knew about your little phone conversations drives me so fucking insane I may actually have a full on meltdown. So please, don’t try and get sympathy from me right now about your needs and wants because frankly my dear, I couldn’t give a rat’s furry ass.” and with that, you push past him and climb into your car, driving away into the night.

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justsomerandomfanfic · 2 years

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Hairspray Flamethrower - Eddie Munson X Female (Future) Reader

Title: Hairspray Flamethrower

Eddie Munson X Female (Future) Reader

Additional Characters: Vecna (Mentioned), Dustin, Demo-Bets, Steve, and Robin

WC: 1,650

Warnings: Mention of death, deep thoughts, Reader cries, cursing, killing of Demo-Bats, yelling, fire, and an alternate ending

While everyone was getting ready to fight this Vecna character, you sat by yourself, thinking. How did it all come to this? You never expected to end up here. If you hadn't jumped into the hole, you wouldn't have been here. But, if you didn't, you wouldn't have met Max or Dustin... Or Eddie. He was so funny and sweet.

Your somewhat happy thoughts went sour. You couldn't help but frown. What if you died? What if after all of this, if you did defeat whatever you were going to fight... What if after all that, you still couldn't get home. It seemed so impossible.

"Hey, are you doing okay?" A voice asked from beside you, snapping you out of your thoughts.

Eddie sat beside you, and looked worried. "Yeah, I'm fine," You said quickly.

He smiled at you shyly. "Are you sure?"

You nodded. "I'm just thinking."

"Can I ask what about?" He asked and you blushed.

You weren't going to tell him that you were thinking about him.

"I was thinking about how this was going to end." You said quietly, hoping he wouldn't press on the subject.

Eddie's smile faded slightly. "Me too,"

You looked at him, a bit surprised by how close the two of you were to each other. "Really?" You asked.

Eddie nodded. "It would be nice if we could go back to the way things used to be." He whispered.

"What do you mean?" You asked.

"Well, when you first came to our world, I thought you were pretty cool." Eddie smirked, nudging you in the side softly.

Your eyes widened, "Wait, how did you know?"

He gestured to your bag with his eyes. "When I first met you, I saw that device you had... The one that played music."

You nodded, understanding. You forgot to put it away when he first came. Laughing lightly, you looked back towards Eddie.

"So you're saying you wish we could go back to the ways things used to be... Aka, three or something days ago?" You asked.

He nodded. "Exactly,"

You sighed and looked down at your feet. "That's not possible..."

Eddie reached out for your hand. "Why not?" He asked. "I mean you did time travel... Maybe we could do it again." He joked a bit.

You laughed nervously.

You turned his hand over and looked at it. "I can't do it," You said as you fidgeted with his hand, playing with the rings on his fingers.

Eddie watched as you played with his hand, smiling quietly at you, blushing.

"Let's change the subject, what's the future like?" Eddie asked, trying to distract you.

You bit your lip, trying to contain your smile. "Well, do you want the bad news first or the good news?"

"Good news," Eddie spoke and you nodded. "Then the bad news."

You rolled your eyes, "Well, Metallica is still touring." You said, trying not to laugh at Eddie's shocked face.

Eddie shook his head, eyes wide. "Really?"

You nodded, "Yeah, and the bad news is that mullets are so out of style where I'm from."

His eyes grew wider. "Mullets?!" He exclaimed, then burst out laughing. You joined in, giggling to yourself.

"So, you're telling me you hate my hair." He concluded but you shook your head.

"On the contrary, I love your hair. Just some people from my time... Most of them think it's out of date or whatever."

Eddie felt like his face was on fire, and his cheeks hurt from smiling so much.

"You love my hair?" He asked.

You nodded and smiled brightly at him. "Yes, very much. Your hair makes you look badass."

Eddie gave you a sly grin, "And you, make me feel like I can take on anything."

You blushed, "I'm glad." You leaned in closer to him.

He hesitated at first, unsure if you meant it or not. You pressed in closer to him, feeling his warm breath against your skin.

"Hey! You guys! Stop flirting and come on, we got our weapons ready." Steve called out to you two.

You sighed and Eddie frowned, slightly annoyed.

"You owe me..." You spoke to Eddie softly, before standing up and grabbing a makeshift spear.

Eddie stood up and grabbed his spear and shield with nails. "Come on!" He said and you followed him with the others as you waited to go through the hole in the ceiling.

Steve raised an eyebrow at you two. "Can't you two keep your hands off each other?" He asked you as he stood beside you.

You rolled your eyes, ignoring him.

"You should probably stop flirting because you'll get killed." Robin spoke with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes, you knew she was joking, "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Let's do this."

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While the others fought Vecna, you, Dustin, and Eddie fought what looked like freaking Facehuggers from the movie Aliens; that could fly. You felt cornered, back to back with Dustin and Eddie as you made sure those Demo-Bats didn't get the others. Breathing heavily, you tried to calm down, holding your spear with both hands as you looked frantically around the room as you three could hear the bats outside.

Then, suddenly, it felt oddly quiet. Then you heard screeching and flapping, the three of you turned towards a vent, eyeing it carefully.

"They can't get in through there, right?" Dustin asked, Eddie shrugged.

Just then, the bats burst through the vent, attacking all of you. Eddie, Dustin, and you did your best, trying to fend off the beasts, but when one had cut your cheek, you snapped.

Glaring at the bats, you tossed your spear away. You quickly looked around the room as Eddie and Dustin killed the bats one by one. Spying

"Dustin, could you hand me that hairspray right there?" You asked the boy, who quickly grabbed the hairspray for you.

Reaching in your pocket, you grabbed your lighter, flicked it open, swerving away from on-coming bats, you weaved your way in front of the vent and lit the lighter, holding it in front of the hairspray can. And, combining hairspray with fire, you made your own mini flamethrower, shooting the flames into the vent, setting fire, and killing any bats coming through.

Out of breath, you stopped the flames. Turning around Dustin and Eddie looked at you shocked and impressed.

"Wow..." Dustin muttered.

"Now... That was badass." Eddie complimented.

"Thanks," You breathed, rubbing your forehead.

Then, you took the fire extinguisher and sprayed it all over the room, putting out the little fires.

"Where'd you learn to do that?" Eddie asked and you shrugged.

"The future taught me some things..." You murmured to yourself.

"Huh... Well, you saved us." Dustin said, looking relieved.

"We're safe... For now," Eddie added.

You nodded, before hearing the bats again. "It only bought us a moment of time."

"We should go, the others will be fine," Dustin spoke and the three of you rushed to the rope hanging down from the ceiling.

"Come on! Hurry!" Dustin called, already into the real world.

Eddie hesitated. You looked at him, worried.

"Eddie, come on." You spoke, gaining his attention.

You couldn't tell what it was, but Eddie had a strange look in his eyes. Placing his hands on your checks, weary of your cut, you shook your head.

"No, Eddie." You begged, tears already in your eyes, but he shook his head back.

Leaning down, Eddie kissed you deeply on the lips. It was short, you didn't want him to pull away. Pulling away, Eddie licked his lips and grinned at you.

"You make me feel like I can do anything." He repeated your conversation before.

Stepping back, Eddie called up to Dustin, "Buying you time!" He yelled before he ran out of the trailer.

Oh, no... You were not going to let Eddie die. Not like this.

"Dustin!" You called up to the boy, who was freaking out above you.

"Yeah!?" He called down.

"Toss me the other hairspray." You said with determination.

You only had pure seconds to do this and go out there. Catching the can midair, you grabbed tape from your bag and duct-taped your lighter to the spray can. Dustin dropped another lighter down, catching onto what you were doing, as you did the same quickly to the other lighter and spray can. Stuffing both in the pockets of your jeans, you grabbed Dustin's spear and yours before going out into the madness.

Running, you followed your gut, until you came across Eddie fighting off tons of bats.

"Eddie!" You called out, surprising him.

"Y/N!? No! Go back! I'm not letting you die!" He yelled, but you didn't care.

"Well, I'm not letting you die, so I think that's fair." You spoke, going back to back with him, piercing bats with your spear as he hit and knocked bats away.

"You think you could just kiss me like that and pull a self-sacrifice card?" You asked with a smirk.

"I wanted to be the hero." He spoke stabbing bats with his spear.

"You don't have to die to be a hero, Eddie."

The two of you fought together, destroying bats with your spears, knocking them out of the sky. Grabbing the two hair spray cans, you held them up in the air and opened the lighters, creating sparks, and shooting the flames. The bats flapped their wings wildly, burning, and falling dead from the sky. You continued to hit the bats with all that you two had, until finally, the leftover bats in the air, just fell to the ground dead.

Eyes widening in realization, you sighed in relief.

"They defeated Vecna. It's over." You sighed, dazed, as Eddie caught you, pulling you into his arms.

Sighing, you leaned your head against Eddie's chest, listening to his heart beat loudly in your ear. He smelled of smoke and sweat, but it was comforting.

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unohanabbygirl · 7 months

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Thread on the hairstyles of everyone in FMN because why not?

Starting off strong (get it?) we have Jace who’ve I’ve granted grace and given a nice standard haircut. Anything too short is a no for him and mullets give the guy war flashbacks so this is his comfort look.

Out of all the Stark men his hair is the least curly, more wavy than anything but if he grew it out there would be a lot more bounce to it. Thankfully he’s kept up with the family tradition and decided to retain some nice length. Whenever Baela’s board she cornrows it just to see how red his scalp will turn from irritation.

One time she posted her work to twitter but made sure to let everyone know he’s legally biracial so it’s fine.

Next in we have baby Joffrey who’s hair is the curliest out of both his brothers plus Harwin. Its got some natural highlights and is very bouncy. The kid loves his hair even though he likes to act as if it’s whatever and hides the dozens of haircare products beneath the bathroom sink. He’s a shea-moister and curling cream junkie but don’t let him hear you say it because he’ll deny, deny, deny and insist his hair just looks like that fresh out of bed. Not his fault he’s gods favorite.

One time he posted a thirst trap to his story while his hair was wet as he was straight out of the shower because he finally added a girl he’d been crushing on to his close friends. Sadly, he forgot his sister’s were in his close friends as well which led to him getting screen shotted and made fun of 😔

Mama Rhaenyra! Ugh, her hair is everything, very reminiscent of the stereotypical 90’s bombshell. Think Anna Nicole Smith but Pamala Anderson whenever she goes for an updo.

Nyra keeps her hair around shoulder length but will grow it out a few inches in the winter/fall before going back to the salon to get some length cut off because she misses the bob. Loves hairspray like its her best friend and thinks dry shampoo is the holy grail of all hair products. The love this woman has for her hair was passed on through Joffrey and everyone knows it.

She’ll cry and be down in the dumps for the rest of the day if her salon trip leaves her with harsher layers than she wanted (me too babes, me too)

Rhaena said she was serving cunt once after getting some minor highlights + a blowout and hasn’t stopped smiling since.

Laena! What can I say? She’s a simple woman.

Her hair is always giving effortless but takes a bunch of time and heavy maintenance. Its the perfect combo between that messy running across the beach look while still very glamorous. She isn’t big on big brands or factory made products like some people… so her main hair care items are water based, all natural things like olive oil and rice water, and only applies heat every once in a blue moon. The last time an actual hair dryer ever touched her hair was when the twins were still in middle school.

Very simple woman when it comes to styles, likes a pretty low bun with a few strands pulled in front of her face and if she’s feeling adventurous will clip on a faux bang that she styled to match her hair since she’s too afraid to commit to cutting real ones. (Again, me too.)

Baela is my favorite because I’m a sucker for women with short hair. No woman has ever looked ugly with short hair and thats that.

Baela has never cared for long hair mainly because she’s a sports girl so its very hot. Plus she can’t keep a hair tie for shit, you could buy her a pack of 100 elastic hair ties and they’d all go missing in a month tops. Another reason she rather keep it shaved down is because its not as much hassle, however she’ll have her moments where she chooses to grow it out because she loves the 90’s Halle Berry and Nia Long vibe that comes with short hair on the longer side when its all styled up.

Currently her hair looks closer to the style on the left but will prob go back to something similar to the cut on the right soon.

Gonna make a part two and three because I can’t add more pictures 😭

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typicalsoupcan · 1 year

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Steve definitely helps Robin get ready for her last prom.

She's never had a reason to go to prom before, but now she got that date with Vicki and she is anxious. She doesn't even know how to dance. Obviously Steve teaches her, with shitty prom music and reminding her to "leave room for Jesus"

She keeps reminding him that they're lesbians and there isn't any room for Jesus anyway.

On the actual night Steve helps Robin get ready for prom. "This reminds me of Dustin's first prom" Steve laughs combing through Robin's hair.

"Don't compare me to that noob!" Robin laughs as Steve puts a 'light' amount of hairspray into Robin's hair.

"ok let's go so you can put on your makeup" Steve teases.

"Shut up Dingus" she rolls her eyes before looking in the mirror adjusting her knee lengths light sage green dress. She plays with the see through puff sleeves softly. "The sleeves itch" she complains making a disgusted look on her face

"They won't itch when you take it off" Steve wiggles his eyebrows. Robin throws jacket that was hanging off the mirror at him.

"Let's just go" she sighs almost strutting out to the car.

Steve and Robin make it to Vicki's house, and Robin goes up to get her.

"Steve's taking us?" Vicki asks immeadiatly when she sees his car.

"Yeah better than Nancy or anyone" Robin shrugs "I mean we could walk if your not-"

"So what did you tell him? How are we acting?" Vicki asks playing with the waist line of her dress. Robin looks confused and then gasps.

"Holy shit I forgot to tell you! No no no no shit. Steve knows. Actually he's the one who convinced me that you did in fact like girls. Like he has this thing where he believes that if you pause fast times at 53 minutes and some seconds that you just like boobies- his words not mine, and I guess he was right" she gave a lop sided grin. "So he uh he knows"

"and Steve Harrington, like king Steve doesn't care that you like girls? That doesn't sound right" Vicki raised an eyebrow.

"trust me I was shocked too. And don't call him king Steve to his face, he really really doesn't like it" she says scratching the back off her neck. Vicki chuckles grabbing Robin's hand and basically running to the car, slipping both her and Robin I to the back seat of the car

"You clocked me as a lesbian because of where I paused Fast times!?" Vicki basically shouts. This causes Steve to laugh so hard his head hitting the staring wheel a couple times.

"you told her that Rob?" He says between chuckling as he drove them off to prom.

#steve harrington #stranger things #robin and steve #platonic with a capital p #robin buckley #stranger things fic #st vickie #robin never told her #robin x vickie

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5uwabbit · 8 months

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Boring class at 7, so my brain gathered…

Food for thoughts!

(Context: What ifs in role swap-ish AU, that one art of researcher Kate I did)

It would be funny if Kate was with Isaac in the oil rig. We can even count Kellyn too. 3 genius in one place but two being problems?? Bro’s gonna change the name from Team Dim Sum to Team Day Care (They can’t rid these kids cuz they’re too damn smart!). Also because crystal corruption is an interesting topic— Blake hall incident — to explore!

Not only you get Kellyn and Kate destroying the sinis trio in Isaac coding lessons, we can get Kate being silly and upgrading the tools in the office (Insert Kincaid screaming after he found out the hairspray was upgraded to razor blade 2 in 1).

Plus.. we have an interesting mix of personalities. Isaac being easily encouraged and dive right into the research not knowing what’s up. Kate as the middle ground between the other two, seems relaxed and going with the flow. Then you have Kellyn who is more critical, he tends to act on his own, a bit stubborn so they have to convince him to do things. You’re gonna be almost convinced he’s doing all this for the sake of imported, special newspaper from Fiore or other regions. He’s so unseriously serious… aka He got his own agenda and nobody in the office knows why! (Insert him sneaking around the base to find out whats up).

You bet Kate realizes something was up first because Kellyn was busy “theorizing” and “overthinking” things. (Insert her running across the hallways and stumbling into Team Dim Sum mission things). Whoops.. sorry teach.. uh.. boss?

Well typical story would be… they found out and this big show down ensues but you know what? Those three are smart minds. Yeah, Kate would pretend that it’s just a normal thing and continues to do stuff like regular. Ohhh but now Kellyn knows and they’re probably trying to convince Isaac. So wowzies, three teens plans behind the back of Team Dim Sum.

Other possibilities:

to be honest I know they can’t convince Kellyn to be a researcher. If I were Kincaid I’d look at his progress over the union and be like… tsk.. it’s a loss that I couldn’t put influence on that child. He has super great prospect, but hard to convince unlike Isaac is.

But I’m going with putting him in the lab because it’s so much funnier. I’m not missing out on him being savage to Sinis Trio (that would be hella funny).

What if we count Keith in? He got his job as a ranger and guess what? He’s breaking into the oil rig. Insert this: unexpected reassemble. Omfg you guys became nerds??? (He’s not rude, just silly like that). Now now, the showdown will be much more epic. Either

(1) it’s messy as hell. Everyone is just surprised. Maybe they ended up going back with Sven boat and bringing back important data.

(2) “Oh yeah, we were about to leave.” Keith thinking oh I’ll rescue you guys! Nahhhh we got this. Kellyn signaling Kate and Isaac to activate the showdown buttons and they just. Smoothly goes away with some diving equipments they stole from the boss. Oh shit I forgot Sven 💀 UHH maybe he’ll be driving the boat alone back.

Okay that’s it. That’s how far my brain goes. Thank you for the kind words.. I’ve been brainrotting for ages. You bet I’ll be super duper normal about them all 😭

I’m still figuring things out here hehe.. I think I’ll find out how to do a poll and do that sometimes

#pokemon ranger #kate #kellyn #shadows of almia #3atonage #oh wait..#researchers gang I mean #I can’t believe my brain plotted that #guess what class it was

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flossflowergarden · 2 years

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Random TR Headcanons: (And another rocketshipping one because I'm still compost)

Whenever they get called into HQ for training refreshers, whoever happens to sit in front of them during a movie mysteriously leaves with a much more fabulous and complex hairstyle then when they went in. Many people WANT to sit in front of them now. Don't tell the people doing the training, though

All of them are complete lightweights (Except for maybe Wobbuffet) they claim they aren't, but they are

- Meowth philosophizes like crazy and gives out waaay too much personal info to strangers

- Jessie and James when together turn into obnoxious giggling idiots. For a little while they forget all their fears and can competently get some evil done.They have committed several successful robberies that they have no memory of doing. Of course, they usually just end up stealing a bunch of potato chips or something

- James may get bolder at first, but he quickly devolves into a crying mess, usually upset that he can't find someone... even if they're right beside him

- After she's finished posing for everyoneJessie will gleefully offer to fight the entire bar... even if no one was looking for a fight

- (Jessie and James as a couple are absolutely GROSS, but thankfully they usually just pass out before they can send too many people to therapy, there's always one person they manage to traumatize though)

Wobbuffet once sprayed himself with Jessie's hairspray and got completely stuck. The rest of them had to carry him across an entire region to find the solvent because he was too stiff to even go back in the pokeball

- this left James and meowth more then a little horrified about what she'd been putting on her head

In the early days Meowth would sometimes do the thing a lot of bilinguals do and come up with a ridiculous description for something because he forgot the word for it

- He once referred to his ball of yarn as a "ball of... raw sweater"

- He also once asked Jessie and James what they were doing with their "anti-ugly paints" because he forgot the word for makeup. This got him chased up a tree by both of them. The fact that he wouldn't admit he'd just forgotten the word didn't help

They all listen to showtunes. Constantly. It doesn't stop

- Wobbuffet listens to showtunes too, but he also likes classical and anything with a lot of bass because it makes him wobble. It's not uncommon to find him blasting heavy metal and wobbling along to the baseline

They're all excellent sewers

James and Meowth can understsnd/put together complicated mechanical marvels, Jessie and James can recite poetry and discuss complex literary themes from the Pokémon equivalent of Shakespeare, meowth can pick apart the arguments of philosophers from hundreds of years ago with ease, hit any of them with a basic logic problem though and they shut down like a computer bluescreening

The reason for the cross dressing (Aside from it apparently being good for disguises) is mostly a love of the clothing/looks themselves (as well as the theatricality of a lot of it) but as Jessie says, she looks good in anything, and if pressed will say that James makes ALMOST as pretty a girl as she does (This is a lie, she thinks he makes just as pretty a girl as she does, but she is never, EVER going to admit it)

#Team Rocket #Headcanons #My headcanons #Jessie #James #Meowth #Wobbuffet #Jessie pokemon #James pokemon #Meowth team Rocket #Jessie's wobbuffet #Alcohol #Team Rocket headcanons #These are also dumb but whatever #Rocketshipping

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the-fiction-witch · 8 months

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That'll Work P1

Media Pistol

Character/s Malcolm & Vivienne

Couple None really [There will be later ;) ]

Rating Flirty

Concept New job

I admit I was nervous but I suppose it would be bad if I wasn’t. I walked down the street, the road full of cars scampering up and down the streets. Trash bags piled almost as high as the shop windows that lined the street. I had my folder from class in my hand as I carefully stepped around people to avoid getting shoved and pushed to the side. I saw the bright pink exterior of the shop I was looking for but I stopped short before reaching it, honestly too nervous to even approach the door wondering if I should just turn around and go home. But I held my breath using the next-stop window to fix a stray hair back into my bun and wipe the lipstick from my teeth. Before I headed inside immediately being intimidated by the racks of explicit images on shirts, the latex and other such intense stuff. A bed in the middle of the shop, graffiti across the walls, and a jukebox in the corner.

A thin woman at the counter in a well-laddered pair of tights, a tight tiny red plaid skirt with cut-outs and chains across it, and a long sleeve shirt with various cut-outs across it, almost platinum blonde hair spiked and sprayed so much so you could smell the hairspray from here.

Immediately I felt so out of place, and I think she knew it.

“Can I help you?” she glared

“Ohh uhhh I'm here to see Malcolm"

"About?"

"About a job"

"A job? This is my shop" she says

"Ohh well I was-" I began

"Malcolm!" She yelled and a thin man emerged from behind a curtain in leather trousers and a sleeveless white shirt with one of the more… explicit images of two men dressed as cowboys naked from the waist down touching the tip of their cocks together, he had dark hair in tight curls and seemed tried at the meet mention of his own name

"What?" He asks leaning against the doorframe

"A young lady here to see you" she snapped "about a job"

"I'm not offering any jobs?"

"Be that as it may she's stood here"

He then actually looked at me giving me a glance up and down a few times and not seeming overly happy or impressed "And you are?"

"Y/n" I answered "I was told to come today and see you" I explained

He stood blankly a moment before he rubbed his face with one hand and sighed "ohh you're Mark's kid aren't you?" He complained

"He's my stepdad but yes" I nodded

"Fuck" he sighed "I forgot about that"

"Excuse us," she says grabbing him by the ear and taking them both into the corridor I nervously looked around the shop trying to pretend I didn't hear every word of their conversation "What is this about?"

"Christ Viv I forgot alright"

"Forgot what?"

"We've been short the last two months you know that, Mark wouldn't give me the goods"

"So what's that got to do with this chick?"

"I made a deal I'd give his stepdaughter a job and he'd clear the account"

"And you didn't consult me!"

"Kinda hard when you were here and I was there, you'd have kicked my arse if I hadn't come back with your precious product"

"Well we don't have a job for her"

"Don't you think I know that?"

"Then get rid of her"

"I get rid of her we have three months of unpaid invoices on our account and Mark’ll have both our heads"

"Fine you find something for her to do"

They then returned and I just stood sheepishly

"So y/n, what can you do?"

"I'm good in a retail setting, I have admin experience"

"Fascinating" Viv sighed fixing her nails

"Well I'm studying fashion and music at college"

"Alright" Malcolm smirked Coming to lean on the counter giving Viv a look that she didn't seem to respond to "Can you play?"

"Piano, and violin"

"AHH… can you sing?"

"Yes,"

"That'll work, I may just have a job for you" he smirked

"Are you serious?" She glared and he shrugs "Do you have a better idea, Vivienne?"

"She's hardly what we're looking for"

"Visuals can be changed, we need a voice," he told her giving her cheek a kiss

"Fine" she sighed "you comfortable playing shows?"

"Absolutely"

"Would you be willing… to give us full creative control?" He smirked at me

"How so?"

"We pick what you wear, how you do your hair, that sort of thing."

"Well I… I guess so"

"Lock the door Viv" he smirked and she went and did so leaving the three of us alone, They then circled me like vultures leaving no part of me unchecked

"Take off your dress," she told me

"Ohh I uhh-" I stuttered in shock

"To change"

"Oh," I gulped glancing at Malcolm

"It won't be the last time, go on," he told me

I set my folder on the counter and nervously did as they asked "Size?"

"Ohh uhh 10"

"12" Viv snapped back going to the counter to flip through my folder

Malcolm went to the racks and fetched me some items I tried on the first even if I nodded his help to zip up the back of the black and red latex dress but the moment I had it on

"No," Viv snapped

"Here," Malcolm says undoing it again

'Thank you" I smiled slipping off and changing into the next item some black skintight jeans and a shirt covered in buckles like a straight jacket

"No" she snapped

So I began to change again as Malcolm went to stand with her checking my folder

"These aren't bad"

"I've seen better," she says "A child of divorce I'm assuming"

"Yes" I nodded

"You see your father?" Malcolm asked

"No, he moved away I don't know where" I answered as I changed into a long printed shirt

"Definitely not" she snapped so I began to change again "Marks a bit of a cunt isn't he?"

"Oh uhhh" I began

"I mean he's pretty anal not sure I'd -" Malcolm began before I noticed her physical then his head towards me "oohhh"

And it was then I realised what they were looking at,

"That wasn't all Mark," I told them "Some of that… was me"

"Why pet?" She asks her tone softening more than ever

"Life sucks I suppose" I shrug

"That'll work" he smirked

Viv then left the counter She went putting the clothes I tried back and returned with some more which she helped me into, a latex pleated skirt, some thigh-high ripped socks, and a white t-shirt with chaos across the front, she helped me into a leather harness type thing that had straps and buckles over my shoulders and around my chest with a corset style around my waist with a few chains hung from odd places, and she pulled the tie from my hair letting it fall freely before she went to the counter leaning there beside Malcolm who seemed to smirk at me "I like it" she says

"It works" he nods "What makes you angry y/n?" He asks pacing around me

"Ohh uhhh… nothing really"

"Really, no cause you feel you can stand behind?"

"I don't think so no,"

"So you'll stand behind what we tell you to?" He smirked

"I suppose so"

"Good" he smirked grabbing something from a display coming up behind me and putting in a rather tight black choker with a padlock at my neck which he happily clicked closed "Any political affiliation?"

"No no I don't even vote"

"Good girl" he smirked leaning back on the counter as they looked at me

"Are you queer?" She asks

"Uhhh… well, I'm bisexual," I told them and they both perked up

"That'll work" he smirked "What do you think?" He smirked taking my hand and turning me to the mirror

"I uhh I do" I smiled

"You think you can do what we're asking?" She smirked leaning her elbow on my shoulder

"I think so" I nodded

#tbs smut #tbs imagine #tbs imagines #thomas sangster imagine #thomasbrodiesangster #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster #tbs #thomas sangster #thomas brodie sangster smut #malcolmmclaren #malcom #pistol2022 #pistol series #pistol

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