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The Dancer and The Rockstar Part 6 (Joe Elliott X Reader)

Part 6 is here 🫶

The band had made their way on stage and had gotten through about four of their songs. So far the show was incredible, Y/N watched Joe move around on stage as the rest of the band played the song. They always had to have some kind of dramatic ending. The riff to the fifth song started playing, which Y/N recognized as High N’ Dry. One of her favorites currently.

The crowd’s cheers were so loud they could easily be heard over the music. Y/N stepped a little closer to see the crowd, she noticed how all the girls screamed when Joe would do one of his usual sexy movements and how he would wink at them. It made her a bit jealous. The song ended, but the boys didn’t begin playing the next song, instead Joe put his mic back on the mic stand and he took a moment to look at the crowd. 

“How are we all feeling tonight?” Once again the crowd cheered.

“What? I can’t hear you!” This time the crowd roared louder.

“This next one that we have for you tonight, is a song I wrote a long time ago before Def Leppard was even an idea. I wrote it for a girl who believed in me from the day we met in 1964 all the way till now. This is for you, Y/N.” He turned to look at her with a smile as the intro began to fill the room. 

“Mirror Mirror just watching with your eye of glass,” He turned back to the crowd, “You’re just a wheel of fortune with something that I wanna ask”

“Mirror, mirror got my fate lyin' in your hands” .The music began to get slightly louder, “you're the fool, you're the juggler, hangman and lover, you're not like no other.” Was I really like no other? Y/N thought. When Joe sang the song for her earlier that day, she was certainly not expecting much, but its sound somehow had the ability to bring her back to the dance studio, back to when she would look at the young rockstar through the mirror. The band managed to make a song that sounded like her childhood, it was incredible. 

“Take a look into my eyes,” Sang the band and Joe, “Tell me what you see,” 

She smiled at the sight in front of her, the energy the band put into this song was amazing. They had put energy into the other songs they had performed earlier, but not as much as this song. Probably because Y/N was there. 

The solo began to fill the room and Joe walked towards Y/N. He towered over her with a smile on his face. She looked up at him, but she didn’t say a word. Her lips were slightly parted as she breathed slowly. The solo slowly faded away and Joe moved the mic in front of his mouth as he began to sing once again, “You’re the fool, You’re the juggler.” He winked, “Hangman and lover, you’re like no other, so,” and then the chorus started again as Joe walked back out on stage, with his eyes on her and hers on him. 

The chorus played twice in the end and Joe turned back to the crowd for those two choruses. When the song slowly faded away in the background, Joe turned back to the dancer and both Sav and Steve smirked at each other. 

The band played about five songs before the show ended and it was incredible, it’s like each Leppard show that Y/N sees gets better each time. 

Rick and Sav came off stage first, “You boys did amazing!” 

“Thank you, love,” Sav grinned.

“Thanks,” Said Rick. Pete and Joe went out on the other side and Steve exited the stage from Y/N’s side as well. 

“Do you boys want to get a drink at the club nearby?” The boys nodded, well four of the boys did. Joe wasn’t even there. 

“Of course,” Said Steve, “Let me go find Joe and tell him.” 

Steve walked backstage assuming that Joe would be in his dressing room. When he arrived at the room, he saw that the door was closed, but there was a faint light coming from underneath the door. He lifted his fist to knock on the door.

“Joe, mate, you in there?” 

Joe did not respond, instead he just opened the door, “‘Ello Steve.” 

“Are you coming with us to the bar or..? “I don’t know,” 

“What’s wrong?” 

Joe sighed before opening his mouth to speak, “I’m nervous.” He stated.

“Are you now?” Steve said in a knowing tone, “Nervous about Y/N?” 

“Yes,” Joe put his face in his hands from embarrassment.

“Joe, you’re in love.”

“She’s the kindest, most gorgeous girl I'd ever seen, how can I not be?” Joe questioned.

“I bet you a million pounds she likes you too.” Steve claimed and motioned for Joe to follow him out of the venue. 

Y/N, Sav, Rick, and Pete began to leave the building to feel the cold breeze of the night in London. 

The club they walked in was small and old. It had a fancy, but slightly dirty carpet on the floor. The ceiling was low and there was very  little lighting in the place. There was only one person behind the bar counter and there were only about five other people sitting at the tables. It was surprising because usually at this time of day lots of people would be in places like these. 

The boys and the dancer sat at one of the more hidden tables, just so they could speak privately without fans. Leppard was still a small band, so their fan base had yet to grow.  Sav and Pete went to grab some drinks for the group and Y/N remained at the table with Rick. 

“So, Rick, how old are you?” 

“Uh, 17,” He responded.

“Wow,

“Yeah, I joined the band when I was 15,”

“You are an incredible drummer, love.” 

“Thank you.”  

The Sav and Pete made their way back to the table with the drinks and about three minutes later, Joe and Steve arrived. 

“Finally, you boys made it!” Pete said. 

“Yeah, sorry for getting here kinda late.” Steve sat next to Rick and Joe sat next to Y/N. Joe snuck a glance at the girl next to him, obviously when you like somebody you can’t help but glance over at them every now and then, Y/N glanced at him too. Surprisingly Y/N and Joe hadn’t interacted since the band played Mirror Mirror. It was a little strange. 

“It’s all good, man.” Sav smiled as he poured drinks for the boys.

“Cheers mates!” Said Joe as they all raised their glasses to celebrate another fantastic performance.

After a few drinks and stories y/n asked the boys, “Was that your first time playing Mirror Mirror for an audience?”

“Yes, it was in fact our first time playing it for an audience.” Rick responded as he drank his coke. 

“It was spectacular,” the dancer exclaimed. 

“You think so?” Joe finally said.

“Why wouldn’t I think so?” She looked into his eyes and suddenly he lost his entire train of thought, “I don’t know….”.

The entire room went quiet, every person that was in the bar just disappeared as Joe and Y/N appeared in their own little world. It was just the two of them. 

“Y/N,”

“Joe,”

“Would you be my girl?” Silence filled the room once again, “I get it if you’d never spea-” Y/N put her finger on his lips to shush him. 

“I would love to be your girl.” 

“Really?” Joe could stop himself from smiling, “are you sure?”

“Joe, I’ve never been more sure of anything in myself.” She leaned a little closer to him and allowed herself to kiss his lips, it startled Joe a bit, but then he relaxed, closed his eyes and deepened the kiss. 

When they pulled apart, they looked at each other once again. All those years ago, they were just best friends, did everyone around them know that they liked each other? Probably, but the important thing now is that they are together. 

The band paid the check and stood up. Joe and Y/N walked hand in hand to the door and then Steve walked up to Joe.

“Joe,” he turned to the blonde guitarist.

“Yes?” 

“You owe me a million pounds.” He grinned and went back to the other boys. 

“What?” Y/N asked.

“Uh Steve bet a million pounds that you liked me back and turns out he was right, and….” Joe chuckled. 

“And?” 

“I haven’t got a million pounds.” 

“I think you will. Just give it a few years.” 

“You think so?” 

“Of course, rockstar.” She winked. 

The band made it back to their tour bus and began getting ready for bed. Their next destination would be Heathrow Airport so that they could take the play to Paris, which is where their next show was. 

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IRON SPIDER | Tony Stark Daughter! Reader (Part 2)

Previous part

(Y/n) (L/n)

That's what I had to be called there. (Y/n) (L/n). Miss (L/n). I felt like a part of me was taken away.

"I can just stay home right? I don't have to go." I asked my Dad, the field trip slip in front of us both on the table.

"I don't see why not. If you don't wanna go, you don't wanna go. You've seen and have better equipment than anything there." Dad argued and I nodded, agreeing with him but Pepper shook her head.

"No, I think she should go! It's good to have some school enrichment and this is the whole reason we sent her to school! So she actually socialises with people her own age and has some normal experiences!" Pepper argued and Dad raised a finger.

"First of all- you sent her to school -I wanted her to stay home. Second, she has friends now! She goes to school, Monday-Friday, isn't that enough socialising?" Dad argued back and I stood up to put my plate into the sink.

"I'd argue that it's more than enough socialising." I said and Dad nodded.

"It says that it's part of your lessons!" Pepper added and I frowned.

"I didn't go on "the field trip" the first time round! I did this whole course about 2 years ago when I was still being homeschooled by JARVIS!" I told them both and Pepper gave me a look.

"You're going." She said and I frowned before raising a finger but my dad beat me to it.

"Hold on. You're not the one that has to forge the signature of Mr (L/n)!" One look from Pepper made him look away from both of us. "You're going."

"You're such a suck up!"

"You'll be one when I ground you for that."

"Does that mean I won't be able to go then?"

"(Y/n)..."

"Switched teams faster than-"

"Stop-  before you make me sound like my Dad. Just go tinker or something and don't forget to take this in the morning." He told me and I groaned.

★・・・・・・★

Early May, 2015

"(Y/n)! You made it!" Liz exclaimed and I smiled, letting her hug me.

"Yeah, Stepmom changed my dad's mind." I told her and she smiled.

"Well, I'm glad! It means I don't have to go on this trip without my bestfriend! Im gonna need you to explain everything to me!" She exclaimed and I smiled.

"What did you pack for lunch?" Liz asked me as soon as we got on the bus. First of all- bus. I saw Happy's car sat outside the school gates ready to follow me for the whole of today.

"Er- my lunchbox broke ages ago so I'm just- I'm just gonna buy something when I'm there." I made up. You had to bring your own lunch?!

"Did you not know you had to bring your own lunch?" Liz joked and I smiled back.

"I didn't read the letter- I didn't even know it existed until I pulled it out from the bottom of my bag last night. I think it was about to start growing mould-" she cut me off with her laughing and playfully shoved me.

"If there's no food there you can always share mine if you want." She offered and I genuinely smiled.

"Thanks." I nodded and watched as she put her head phones on with me copying her soon after.

The song I was listening to almost had me in a trance when I almost jumped out of my skin because of JARVIS randomly in my ear.

"You're approaching the sciencenter 160, please remember that I'm still accessible and security measures are still in place. You are safe, Miss Stark." I sighed in relief and didn't reply but I looked out to see Happy's car following right to the side of the bus. I decided to look away from the window and to the inside of the bus to see a boy in my class called Peter staring at me. He went wide eyed and quickly looked away. I looked back to the window with the song still on full blast in my ears.

★・・・・・・★

"I hope you don't mind bugs! Because there's a lot of them here!" I shivered at the thought and noticed I wasn't the only one so uncomfortable in my own skin right now. I felt like something was crawling on me already.

"Feel free to have your own look!" I heard the tour guide tell us and immediately we were all splitting up around the room.

"(Y/n)! We're going to look at these tarantulas, wanna come?" Liz asked.

"As exciting as that sounds- I'm gonna pass. I'm just going to have my own look for a moment- I'll meet up with you guys at lunch!" I told them and walked off to the furthest table where Happy was wearing a face mask and sunglasses to disguise himself as regular security. No one was around so I felt more comfortable.

"I've never been a big fan of bugs- actually is there something crawling on me right now because I feel infested." I told him and he chuckled.

"You're fine. It's just some bugs and they're contained."

"Don't invalidate my fears. It makes me feel like you don't care about me." I told him and he sighed.

"I'm not having this argument again. I've had it with you father, I've had it with you, I'm not having it again. This is the 5th time now, (Y/n). I wouldn't still be working for you if I didn't care." He told me and I raised my hands up in surrender.

"Wouldn't kill you to show it once in a while, happs." I told him, staring at a centipede.

"You might want these." He told me and handed me a pair of glasses that I originally thought were prototypes. I looked at him in surprise and he lifted his sunglasses up to wink and and pointed them at him and nodded.

"You're good."

"I've known you since the first day your father held you. Don't test me when it comes to knowing you Starks." He told me and I nodded putting the glasses on.

"Jarvis?" ......

"Hello Miss."

"Yay!" I cheered quietly. "Okay, talk to me. Tell me what everything is. Occupy me so I don't get too bored." I told him.

"Of course." He replied and I smiled again.

"It's like being at home!" I said quietly to myself.

★・・・・・・★

"If you go through this door, I believe you will find a more interesting exhibit." Jarvis told me and I walked in to see a bunch of old square TVs that were playing old insect documentaries and movies. Multiple facts about different bugs were being told me by multiple people and narrators.

"Even Howard Stark said spiders were-"

"Hey-" I jumped out my skin to turn around and see Peter.

"Oh my god- you scared the shit out of me. Hey." I told him and he looked at me like he'd realised he don't something horrible to me.

"Oh I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to-" He was a little scrawny kid that was only a bit taller than me who I raised a hand to in order to get him to stop talking.

"Don't worry about it..." I told him and looked back the screen with my grandfather on who was holding a tarantula. I cringed and Peter looked at the same screen as me.

"He was an amazing mind- I mean he died before I was born but.... I don't really like bugs that much." He rambled and stumbled through his words and I genuinely laughed, softly but it did get a laugh out of me.

"It's okay, Pete. I don't really like bugs either."

"Pete?"

"Oh... do you not like being called that?" I asked and he shook his head.

"No, I'm okay with being called it- I just- I- no one's really gave me that nickname before." He told me and I raised my eyebrows.

"Do you want me to just call you Peter?" I asked and he shook his head again.

"No! You can call me whatever you want- I mean I think this is the first time I've actually spoke to you- I just- Uhm- I just thought you'd call me penis Parker or something like that." He told me and I almost frowned.

"Who calls you Penis Parker?!" I almost laughed. Penis Parker! "Who made that one up then?" I shook my head and a genuine smile came into his face.

"Flash but it's been picked up quite quickly."

"I must be out the loop then- ow!" I hissed as I felt a prick and looked down to see a big-ish spider on my hand. My eyes widened and I gasped starting to freak out. "Oh my god!" I said quickly.

"Oh!" Peter quickly gasped looking at it,

"Get it off! Get it off!" I quickly pleased shaking my hand and Peter without thinking picked it up by the leg and then tried to shake it off to which I landed on the floor and I quickly stamped on it, repeatedly before kicking it under the table.

"I'm burning these shoes!" I said, disgustedly.

"What if that spider was important!" Peter quickly gasped out and I tilted my head.

"Well it's not anymore. We should probably go- that thing bit me!" I told him and he looked at my hand quickly, I missed how he hid his hand from me and his wide eyes somehow became wider.

"It's just a spider-" he began to ramble again and I chuckled walking past him and gesturing him to follow me out to which he did.

★・・・・・・★

"Oh shit..." I said looking at the canteen and noticing the cafeteria was shut. Peter looked at me concerned.

"What's wrong?" He asked and I sighed.

"Nothing I just realised I have no lunch now. It's fine, I'll just get something later." I told him and almost went to walk off.

"You can share mine if you want? I ordered the bigger one today by accident and I didn't want to tell them I was wrong so we can split it if you want." Peter told me and I smiled but shook my head.

"Don't worry Pete. I'll just pick something up when I get home." I told him and he smiled.

"If you want any, just ask." He told me. I noticed that we were some of the first few in the cafeteria so I sat down with him.

"Who are you waiting for?" I asked Peter as he brought his sandwich out his bag.

"Ned! Ned Leeds- he's kind of my best friend... only friend." Peter told me and I smiled.

"I get it. Liz is like my best friend. I didn't have many friends before I came here." I told him and he nodded.

"Where are you from?" He asked, sand which stuffed in his mouth and I smiled.

"Miami." I told him and he went wide eyed.

"Miami?!" He repeated and I smiled.

"Miami.... It was a big move but we were kind of going to and from anyway." I lied and he nodded.

"Where do you live now?- Not in a creepy way!" I chuckled a bit at his franticness.

"Manhattan... I have an apartment in one of the towers." I said and he nodded.

"Like the Avengers' Tower?!" He said shocked like he had just discovered something and I laughed.

"Yes because I'm obviously (Y/n) Stark." I told him and he smiled in amusement.

"Nice try... I live in Queens. I have an apartment too." He told me and I smiled, it went silent after that.

"Want a bite?" Peter asked and I looked at him quizzically before nodding.

"Okay..." He gestured to the other half and I tried a bite. It was surprisingly good. "Oh wow... that's actually better than I was expecting." I told him and he smiled. Cheeks full of food.

"Delamar's! Best sandwiches in Queens!" He said, enthusiastically and I chuckled.

"I can see that now." I told him and saw Liz and that walking in. "My friends have just come in- I'm gonna go join them but it's been nice to talk to you, Pete." I told him and went to walk away.

"Hey!- Do you want the rest of my sandwich?! I'm not that hungry- honestly!" He offered.

"Are you sure? I'll just get myself something on my way home." I told him and he nodded.

"Take it! I mean- if you want to of course!" He told me and I smiled.

"Thanks, Pete. I'll see you after the break." I said, taking the half I had bit into and walked away.

★・・・・・・★

"Hey princess, how was the- the science place?" Dad asked and I made a face.

"Full of bugs! A spider even bit me and I had no lunch because I didn't pack one and there was nowhere to buy anything from. I'm lucky someone offered me half of their sandwich they didn't want." I ranted straight away, dumping my bag and kicking my shoes off- not literally because I always kept them in this one place. "I didn't even wanna go in the first place." I told him and I didn't look at him but I could feel his guilty expression staring at me.

"I'm sorry, honey. I never would've signed if I knew it would've been so bad for you." Dad told me and I pulled open the fridge to get a drink and a snack because all I had ate from 7am-6pm was half a sandwich.

"Yeah well, Pepper told you to do it so you obviously folded." I snapped before storming off to my room.

"Oh come on, honey, don't do this to me. Y'know you come first- Hey! Don't slam your door! You know how this goes from me being calm to you getting grounded when that happens!" He told me and I groaned before shutting my door normally and then shoving it hard when it got to the latch. Not enough to slam but enough to get my way.

★・・・・・・★

Tony sighed and closed his eyes before tilting his head up. He hadn't moved from where he was on the couch but he knew he had to soon.

"Miss Stark is quite upset. I have asked her if she'd like me to call you in and she said no but my protocols override this request." Jarvis announced to Tony who didn't open his eyes.

"Is she crying?" He asked, simply.

"Yes."

Tony stood up and and made his way to his daughter's room. Opening the door to see her laying down on her bed and facing away from the door. Tony sat down on the end of the bed near her head as she stopped her crying and refused to look at him.

"You all good?" He asked her and she nodded.

"Yeah." She said in a small voice.

"Really? Because this doesn't look all good to me." He told her and she shook her head this time letting more tears flow out. Tony just moved her closer and in turn she placed her head on the side of his lap and his hands began to run through her hair.

"It's not been your day, huh? Been there. Except mine was to do with this expo in 1998-" Tony started and (Y/n) chuckled a little. "- I mean she everywhere! I didn't know what she was saying or showing me-" He continued and (Y/n) leaned up to actually look at him. "All good?" He asked and she nodded.

"All good." She repeated and he brought her in for a hug.

"What's really bothering you?" He asked and she leaned into him. Staying quiet for a moment. "I know you're not just upset because you didn't have any food." He told her and she stayed still.

"I- I don't know. I guess I just feel out of place. I'm too young to blend in with all of you at home and I'm not used to anything at school. Y'know how embarrassing it is to not understand that you have to wait in line at a shop for the register? I do. It's very!" She vented and Tony sighed before making her move to siting up so he could actually hug her.

"I don't know what to tell you. You don't experience anything a normal kid would and you never have. You've been walking red carpets since you learned to walk and been kept at home for all your life. Y'know I'm realising that I just said I don't know what to tell you and I just told you something- anyway I'm saying it's my fault. It's my error. I should've done more to stop this from happening. I probably should've sent you to school earlier as well. Looking back there's a lot I could've done." Tony rambled a little and (Y/n) tried drying the rest of her tears with her sleeve.

"I'm scared as well." She added and he frowned.

"Of what?"

"You getting called to go be IronMan and you not coming back. I have this fear when I go to school that it will happen." She told him and he held her a bit tighter.

"That's what you said after New York too. Then it got worse after Miami where you couldn't sleep or be in a different room to me. Honey, you had to go to school in order to help with that. Can't live with this separation anxiety forever because it will eat you up and I can't be here forever so you've got to learn how to live without me too." Tony told her and she shook her head.

"I don't want to." She stubbornly said and Tony chuckled.

"I didn't want to know how to live without my parents either." He admitted before looking at her and she looked at him confused. "Listen, kid. Heres what we're gonna do. You're not going to focus on that. We're gonna go downstairs- get in the car, get food, get ice cream and then we're gonna put Lilo and Stitch on and whoever can remember the most lines gets to choose the next movie night. Deal?" He asked and held his hand out for her to shake. She shook it and nodded.

"Deal."

"Good. No more tears. I'm serious!" He 'reprimanded' jokingly and she laughed following him out her room.

[percys-lemons]

i HATE BRITISH PSYCHEDELIA AND I HATE PROG EVERYONES BEEN IN EVERY BAND ITS ACTUALLY GETTING RIDICULOUS AND COMICAL SINCE WHEN WAS STEVE HOWE IN TOMORROW WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING

[metal-sludge]

COVER REVIEW #5 | Suffragette City

ORIGINAL: David Bowie, featured in the album The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars (1972)

COVER: Warrant, featured in the album Under the Influence (2001)

[yvieluvs]

oh take your time,

don’t live too fast

[rodpower78]

Def Leppard High 'N' Dry tour book, 1981.

[doubletalkingmaeve]

Do not underestimate the bond between a depressed person and their favourite 80s loser

[littlemissheavenonearth]

QOTD: We all know that we are Leppard Girls, but is there another band that you adore?

[our-romanced-chemicals]

so yesterday i decided to create a playlist of my favorite def leppard songs, tell me why i had to add whole albums. i LOVE this band so much!! also can anyone guess which albums i added??

[metal-sludge]

WARRANT (and Alice Cooper) | HIT PARADER, November 1991.

[justmeinadaze]

Little Girl Gone Part 7 (Steddie X You)

Warnings: Doms Officer Steve Harrington/Gangster Eddie Munson & Sub Doctor Fem Reader, SMUT, light smacking, some degrading (whore, slut), dirty talk, etc

*inhales, exhale, shouts* ANGST! ANGST EVERYWHERE!

These three deal with time apart, Eddie is acting a bit irrational due to the last chapter, mentions of torture and death but none detailed here, Eddie does talk about a couple of his victims but they are bad people, Y/N is slightly interrogated again, mentions of Eddie's abuse from his father so child abuse trigger, lots of apologies and promises. Reader gets slightly spicy here. Cliffhanger ending (You're welcome.)

Word Count: 5259

Series here/ Donate to my Ko-Fi

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Eddie’s intense eyes penetrate yours, his chest rising and falling as he breathes heavily in anger.

“I am in charge of you.”

“You control me in bed, yes, but out here I am your partner to and your doctor. You need to rest, Eddie.”

Grumbling under his breath, the gangster grabs his jacket and heads for the door. 

“I can heal at my own place. I don’t need either of you getting in my way.”, he growls before stomping out of your apartment.

As you glance towards Steve, you notice his facial features harden as he silently begins to clean up the mess they both made. Once your living room was clear of any evidence of Officer Douglas, the other man pulled a pack of cigarettes you didn’t know he had, lighting the end and leaned against the back of your couch.

“Do you want me to leave to?”

“I didn’t ask him to go; he chose to. I want you both here.”

“Maybe I should leave… Maybe this was all a mistake, bringing you into this.”

“Fuck you.”, you hiss causing his head to jerk your way. “Yeah, Steven, fuck you. I just lost someone I cared about, I was attacked, and I told you both I loved you but THIS may be a mistake?! FUCK. YOU!”

Fuming, his jaw clenched as his eyes became glassy and he rose to his feet without saying another word, leaving your apartment, and slamming the front door.

***

A month later, you found yourself in a police integration room again this time completely unsure of what they were going to ask. You hadn’t heard from either man but you knew they had to have been busy from what you saw on the news. 

“Hey, Y/N.”, Detective Hopper sighed with a smile your way as he entered the room alone. “I’m sorry to be bothering you again.”

“I haven’t seen Eddie in a while so I don’t know how much help I can be.”

“You two are no longer together? Hm. Is that why Allen Munson’s associates are seemingly disappearing?”

“I don’t even want to know how you got from A to B and I still don’t understand how you became a Detective.”, you sneered. “Is that why you brought me down here? I told you that Eddie’s not a killer. Why don’t you ask the rival gangs like the Carvers or some shit?”

“Because Jason Carver and some of his men left down. We don’t know where or exactly but his father said he went on vacation. Personally, with other gangsters and police disappearing I’m not surprised.”

“Police?”

“Mhmm… we lost 3 other uniforms in the past month and upon searching their homes found some incriminating evidence that they were working for Edward’s dad. It makes me extremely nervous, Y/N, the things we’re uncovering.” Jim’s eyes scan you over as you fold into yourself and sigh. “Y/N, how well do you know Steve Harrington?”

Your head shot up as your brows furrowed at the question. 

“Your partner? He’s a dick who’s always rude to me. Why? Do you think he’s involved with Eddie’s dad?”

“Honestly, no, but I have to take into account that he’s been building a case against The Munson’s for a while and hasn’t gotten any head way in over a year. Add in some coincidences I can’t ignore like him being jumped by the Carver’s and then a week later a few of their members turn up dead. He, um, also went to you for treatment and a couple of months later you’re dating Allen Munson’s son.”

“Well, Detective, like I said…I’m amazed you’re allowed to still work cases with the conclusions you jump to. May I leave now?”

“Yes you may.”, he grumbles. “We have a car watching every move he makes so don’t do anything stupid, doctor.”

“Hm. You have a cop watching him yet you didn’t know we broke up. May want to check your intel or become a better liar.”

After collecting your things, you power walk to your car and as soon as you slam the door shut, you break as you begin to sob. A soft tap on your passenger side window made you jump before you realized it was only one of the men responsible for your broken heart. 

“What do you want, Steve?”

“Is everything ok? I didn’t know you were coming down here.”, he replied as he climbed into your vehicle. 

“Don’t worry. I always told you two I would never rat either of you out so—”

“That’s not what I meant…”, he whispered before heavily sighing. “Usually, they keep me in the loop when it comes to things involving Eddie. No one told me they were integrating you. Did someone break in again?”

“No. No one broke in or has come after me. Probably because Eddie is slaughtering them all.”, you say with distain making him flinch. “You need to tell him to be more careful, Steve. He’s being too obvious with what he’s doing.”

“Yeah, well, I haven’t talked to him in a month so it’s not like he’ll listen to me.” As your head swiveled his way, he turned to gaze out the windshield not willing to meet your eyes for fear of you seeing how hurt he really was. “I call and he doesn’t answer. I went to the compound and they told me I’m no longer welcome.”

“Steve…”

“I guess that whole year we were together and he told me he loved me was all bullshit. Especially if he can throw me away so easily.”

“He’s in a lot of pain—”

“And we’re not?”, Steve snaps. 

“You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to play victim when you left me to. I haven’t heard from you either, Steve. Why have YOU stayed away?!”

“Because it hurts too much! I love you both but what he’s involved in right now could get you killed. It almost did! You guys think I’m this big tough cop but seeing him get beaten the way he was… seeing you fucking shaking in his arms with those bruises on your neck… it kills me! I feel like I failed you both.”

As he wiped the tears he tried to hide, you did the same before turning to fully face him. 

“They, or at least Hopper, thinks you may be working for Allen.”

“What?”

“The dots he’s connected brought him to that conclusion and with the three cops that have apparently wound-up dead—”

“I guess it’s not that big of leap but, Jesus, I’m not that much of an asshole. From the research I’ve done, I think those three plus Officer Douglas were the only ones in my precinct who worked for him. He may have some guards in the prison on his side especially with how easy it was to move Gabe and Eddie around to get them in the same block.”

When you become silent, he can’t help but release a heavy sigh. 

“Thank you for telling me what they know. I’m still always working to keep you both safe.”

As he reaches for the door handle, your hand grabs his wrist. 

“I may have an idea of how we can help him and we may only have to kill one more person.”

“We?”

“I want to help, Steve. I love him to.”

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“Miss Y/L/N, I’m sorry but… I was told to not allow anyone that isn’t a part of his crew up to the loft especially you or Mr. Harrington here.”

“I’m not asking for permission, Marcus. We’re going up there whether he likes it or not but I was hoping we could avoid any theatrics.”, you replied with a hard tone. 

Sighing, he leaned over to call upstairs but before he could say a word you took the phone from his hand. 

“Eddie, Steve and I need to talk to you.”

“I have nothing to say to either of you and there’s nothing I want to hear.”

“You said you loved us. The least you could do is face us one more time. Or is little gangster too scared?”

His growl reverberated through the receiver before you handed it back to the gentleman who nodded and tilted his head towards the elevators. 

“Y/N, are you sure you want to do this?”

“More than ever.”

“Ok. If for any reason, you get uncomfortable or scared, tell me and I’ll—”

“Protect me. I know, Steve. Don’t worry. After the month I’ve had, I can handle anything he throws my way.”

When you both finally arrived on the top floor, you took one last long breath and entered his apartment. The smell smacked you in the face immediately, the scent of sweat, alcohol, and blood. His loft was a mess with papers and clothes thrown haphazardly everywhere. There was a chair placed in the middle of the living room with dried stains of his last victim underneath. 

What killed you was the photos strewn along his coffee table of a young Eddie with his mother with a big smile painting his face. 

The man himself was in his kitchen with a seeming calm demeanor as he poured himself another glass of whiskey. Wearing only his black sweats, you were able to see that his bruises and burns were all mostly healed.

“I see you DO listen to me sometimes when I talk.”, you start as you gesture towards his chest. 

“Is that why you’re here, doc? For a checkup? That usually doesn’t require a police escort.”

“That’s not why we’re here but it’s good to know physically you’re feeling better since you didn’t feel the need to update either of the people who love you.”

“Hm. Well, I’m busy so what the fuck do you both want?”

Steve chuckles beside you but even you can hear the pain hidden underneath. 

“Still easy to cast aside huh? Even with us right in front of you.”

“You two have each other and I have my team. You’ll survive.”

“I haven’t seen either of you in over a month.” Eddie’s demeanor falters slightly at your admission giving you slight hope you can reach the man you met before. “Steve said it was a probably a mistake bringing me into your world and like you he left. I get to watch you fall apart all by myself.”

“Is that really why you haven’t reached out to her? To keep her safe?”, the gangster asks. 

“Was I wrong? Between your fucking killing spree, detectives accusing me of working with your father—”

“What?”

“Hopper called me in today asking about the most recent deaths and then asked about Steve. The coincidences he sees drew him to that conclusion.”

“Fucking idiot.”

“I know.”, you agree with Eddie. “We want to use that to our advantage though. I was thinking Steve could make Allen believe the same thing.”

Eddie cackled at your suggestion to a mocking degree as he placed his hand on his stomach to control the laughter. 

“Oh my god, sweetheart. That is the best joke I’ve heard in a long time.”

“Why? Why would it be so unbelievable for him to work with your father?”

“So you’re going to go undercover, Stevie? You’re going to do what he asks to get him to trust you like murdering innocent people; people like Y/N.”

“I’m not innocent. Not anymore thanks to you two.”, you growl. 

“You’d be surprised what I’m capable of after finding out a year of my life was wasted on a man who didn’t fucking love me.”

Again, the gangster’s hardened image faltered, visibly so as his eye lids fluttered and he sauntered backwards to refill his drink. 

“You think I didn’t love you?”

“I haven’t heard from you, Edward. After everything I’ve done for you and you just disappear without so much as a fucking goodbye? To be honest, after what I’ve witnessed recently, working for your dad will be a piece of cake since you want to be like him.”

“That shit… doesn’t hurt me anymore. Do you know why?”, he asks as he steps closer to you both. “Because I am better than my father ever was and now everyone else will know that to. If you cross me and align yourself with him, I have an answer for that.” Eddie pulls out his gun and places it under the officer’s chin. “And if you want to go play with his team have at it but if I find you robbing one of MY buildings or killing anyone on MY team, I’ll make an example out of you to.”

It was your turn to laugh as both men glanced your way. 

“I don’t mean to laugh but it’s just so cute. Little gangster playing tough like his daddy. God, Eddie, when I first met you, you were a man to be respected. So many people were in your corner because of how you ran this city. Now you’re just this little boy pretending. You became exactly what Allen believed you were…weak.”

Stomping in your direction, his fingers wrapped around your throat as he pushed you back hard against the wall. 

“You need to shut your fucking mouth before I do it for you.”

“Yeah? Do it then.”

Something flashes through his eyes then, a mixture of the man you fell in love with and the boy wanting justice against the person who continually hurt him from childhood to now. Releasing his grip, he slowly backed away from you but right as he turned around, you placed your body in front him. 

“Come on, Eddie! You said when I met you that you and Steve had tempers that most women couldn’t handle. Well, I can, trust me. I can handle anything after what you both have put me through!”, you huffed as you shoved his chest hard. “What about you, Steve, huh? Or are you as much of a pussy as he is now?!”

The officer knew what you were doing. If you couldn’t engage the gangster, maybe, pushing his partner would entice him enough. His beautiful eyes penetrated yours and you saw the question within them. 

Are you sure?

“Please…”

As soon as the words left your mouth, his eyes darkened and you were once again confronted with the version of him you hadn’t seen since he pointed a gun in your face asking you to help the man he loved.

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Steve’s feet slammed loudly against the hardwood as he made a beeline your way and grabbed your throat just below your jaw. 

“You think we’re pussies, little girl?” When your head tried to turn to see if Eddie was even paying attention, the officer forcefully yanked you closer till his nose was practically touching yours. “No. Don’t look at him. Look at me. I’m asking the fucking question. I said do you think we’re pussies?” Answer. Me.”

“Yes.”, you answered roughly as you clung to his wrist. “You made me believe you loved me. You told me I was safe with you! You lied to me!”

“No.”, Eddie’s rugid tone responded beside you. “We warned you. We kill people. I kill people and don’t even think twice about it. I’m a bad man, sweetheart, raised by an even worse one. This past month I have proven to him and everyone else that I’M now above him. I’m someone to be feared. You should be afraid of me, Y/N.”

You’d be lying if you didn’t say the way he was speaking was scaring you but you tried to keep your resolve. 

“I’m not.”

“You will be.” Abruptly, he shoved you to the sofa and climbed on top of you. You fought against him, your hand connecting to his face hard before he returned the favor and pinned your wrists above your head. After pushing your legs open with his knee, he rolled his hips allowing his hardening cock to rub against your pant covered core through his sweats. 

Even with all the layers, he ground himself in just the right way to hit your clit making you groan. 

“Eddie.”

“Fuck, that’s it, little whore. Moan my name.”

Fingers appeared above you and you glanced up to see Steve leaning to lift your shirt while the gangster took the opportunity to yank off your pants blocking his way. After pushing down his sweats enough to free his length, he maneuvered up your body till he was hovering over your face. 

“Open.” You try and push against his hold on your hands but he doesn’t relent. “Open. Now.”

When you do what he commands, he mercilessly guides his cock between your parted lips. The sound of your gags mixes with his grunts as he thrusts his hips. 

“Goddamn it. That’s right, Y/N. We trained you good. Fuck. Breathe…breathe through your nose—”

When his voice cut off, you opened your eyes to see both men passionately kissing each other above you. Steve’s face softened for a moment as if he was glad to be able to taste the man he loved again before remembering everything he had been through as well. 

“Look at you, baby. Being in charge…just like your father��a ruthless killer.”

“I’m better than he—mmm—ever was.”

“Oh, yeah? Show me. Show me what better looks like.” Eddie’s palm curled around the back of Steve’s neck and in return the officer leaned his forehead against his. “Come on, honey. You’re someone to be feared now, right? Show me. You already showed me you don’t love me; that you could use me. Use me again.”

At the accusation, the gangster tackled the other man to the ground and pinned his arms to the floor as you coughed, panting trying to catch your breath. You watched as they wrestled each other before Eddie flipped him onto his stomach, reached underneath him to unbuckle his belt, and pull down his pants to his ankles. 

The sound they both made when Eddie guided his cock inside of him was a mixture of passion and pain. The pain of them missing how the other felt but the euphoria of being able to feel them again. You slid down to the floor, placing yourself beside them and tenderly ran your fingers through Steve’s hair as he moaned while the gangster slammed into him roughly. 

Eddie’s breath warmed the back of your hand as he laid down flat on the other man’s back and rolled his hips as he clung to his chest. 

“This is…who I am…Steven. Who—fuck—who I have to…be.”

The officer shook his head as his own fingers above his head squeaked as he dragged them along the floor beneath him. 

“Excuses… Y-You’re afraid.”

“What the fuck do I have to be afraid of.”, Eddie grumbled in his ear.

“…Dad.”

The gangster delivered a couple of hard thrusts that had a high-pitched whine leaving Steve’s lips. 

“I’m NOT afraid of Allen Munson.”

“No, you’re not.”, you clarified. “You’re afraid of your dad. You’re afraid of the man that hurt your mother and called you both weak. The man who sent adults after a child to jump him after school. Who hurt and tortured a little boy for not being what he deemed as perfect.”

Eddie’s rhythm slowed to almost a stop while he listened to you speak. His long hair was blocking his face but you could tell you were getting through. 

“A coward who abandoned his only son with his brother to manage a gang of men who cared even less about his child than he did.”

 A broken sob left his throat as he pushed off Steve and leaned his back against the couch. You crawled towards him, climbed into his lap, and pushed his hair back with your fingers as you kissed his forehead. 

“Baby, you’re not that same little boy. You have more control now than you think and that scares him.”, you whispered as he wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly to him. “That’s why he did what he did, Eddie. You’re stronger than he will ever be so he had to make you feel like a child again. Don’t let him win. Don’t become him.”

When Steve sat up and laid his head on the man’s shoulder, he turned and smashed his lips messily to his. 

“I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. I do love you, Steve. I never once used you or Y/N. It killed me not having either one of you next to me. I’m sorry. I love you to, Y/N.”

Steve’s hands suddenly gripped your waist as he laid you back down on the floor and ran his cock through your folds before guiding himself into your cunt. Amber eyes locked with your own when he felt ring laced hands land on his shoulder and he grunted loudly as Eddie slid into the man above you again. 

Your legs tried to wrap around them both as they pumped their hips. Steve fell against your body as his cock hit every sensitive nerve inside you, building you up as you ran your nails through his hair and down his back. 

“I’m s-sorry, honey, for—mmm—for hurting you. I love you, Y/N.”

“Cum, Steve. I need to feel it.”

His pace hastened, his ass pushing back into Eddie who groaned and his length pushing deep into you. The sound of his heavy pants in your ear had you clenching around him till you came and he quickly followed, moaning your name as he warmed your walls with his release. With a few more rough thrusts, the gangster grunted as he spilled into his partner before collapsing on the floor beside you.

As soon as Steve pulled out of you, both men’s eyes followed you as you rose to your feet and headed to the kitchen to a get a rag to clean yourself. Coming back into the living room with a bottle of water, you threw on your shirt and panties as they quietly put on their boxers. 

“So, Steve and I were thinking that he could pretend to work for your father so we could him in front of you on your own terms so to speak.”

When you spoke your tone calm but there was a shake behind it you prayed they didn’t hear. As a doctor you were trained to hold it together under pressure. This was no different. 

“You can do whatever you want; torture him, kill him, I don’t fucking care. Whatever gets him to leave us alone. After that you can stop all this chaos and I can go back to my own life.”

“Alone?”, Eddie asked.

When you didn’t responded, their gaze shifted towards you just in time to see your eyes glaze over and your bottom lip tremble. The gangster kneeled in front of you, taking your hands in his. 

“You left me… I wanted you to stay but… you left…”

“I know. I know, sweetheart and I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you; both of you. You were right. I became that little boy again and just…”

“How many people have you killed in this last month, Eddie?”

His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows in fear knowing you won’t like his answer. 

“Me personally or my team?”

“Jesus Christ.”, Steve sighs as he rubs his palms over his eyes. “My department clocked a total of 23 men. Three of them cops. How many were by your hand, Ed?”

“Eight were killed by me but I tortured them all for information.”, he answers flatly as his eyes remained locked on yours. “Those eight knew about Y/N or you, Steve. Pat Chase, a lawyer for a few of the gang members around town had pictures in his suitcase of you in your cruiser and Y/N…crying behind her clinic. Calvin Thomas, junior police officer at Steve’s station, threatened to murder a couple of your patients including that little girl with asthma. Mason Fletcher, manager at one of the local mechanic stores and a friend who I helped when his wife passed away, said when Steve’s chief sent the cars for a tune up, he planned to tamper with the brakes.”

Eddie’s jaw tightened as he continued. 

“I remember each and every one of them still. Out of those 23 people, ten of them were people I trusted and do you know who commands them? Allen Munson. This is the kind of man they follow even after everything. Y/N what you’re suggesting is very dangerous but even more so because… I don’t know if I could follow through with killing him if given the chance.”

“What if you don’t have to kill him but we can still separate him from his allies. Cut the head off the snake.”

They listen as you speak, allowing the details to sink in before agreeing with what you have in mind. Taking his hand in yours, you start to head towards the stairs to guide him to his bed but are tugged back when he doesn’t move. 

“You never answered my question. When this is over…will we be over?” When your gaze shifts to the floor, Eddie wraps his arm around your waist and brings you closer to him as he leans his forehead on your own. “I understand if you want to leave but if you stay, Y/N, I promise I will do whatever it takes to make sure you never feel alone or hurt like that again. I love you so much. I’m so sorry.”

Your lips meet his as hug him tightly to your body while he continues to whisper apologies. 

“I’ll stay, Eddie. I forgive you.”

After the gangster prepared a bath and slowly placed you in the water, he paused when he noticed Steve’s moving was a bit more rigid than he normally is. Rising to his feet, he scanned the man over. 

“Steve, are you ok, sweetheart? Did I…was I…too rough?”

Shaking his head, the officer carefully climbed in behind you before taking you in his arms and pulling you against his chest. 

“I forgive you to, Steve Harrington.”, you murmur as you lean back to kiss his cheek. 

Placing a finger under his chin, Eddie tilts his head till Steve’s eyes meet his. 

“I’m sorry, baby. I—”

“It’s ok, honey. I’m just…sore…and tired. I missed you both.” 

The three of you sat there in silence fully absorbing the events of the last month and how things were about to get a lot harder. As you were being dried, your fingers ran over Eddie’s remaining bruises and burns.

“I’ve still been doing what you said, keeping the wounds iced and clean.”

“They look a lot better.”

Steve passed by you both and placed himself on the edge of the bed as he pulled his shirt over his head. The other man kneeled in front of him and took his hands into his own. 

“My Paladin. You do so much for me and yet I pushed you to the side. This past year, I’ve been the happiest I’ve ever been and not because you help me with my organization but because you loved me for me, Steve. You don’t see a gangster or a Munson. You always saw Eddie.”

The officer’s eyes water as a heavy breath escapes him. 

“This will never happen again, baby. I promise.”, the other man coos as he straddles his lap and circles his arms around him and you watch with a small smile while they cling to each other. “I love you. I missed you so much.”

“I missed you to, nerd.”

When they finally detached, they laid down in bed, reaching for you and putting you between them. 

“Are you sure you want to go through with your plan, Y/N? It’s not going to be easy…for you or Steve.”

You nod as you tenderly reach out to caress his face and fold the officer’s hand that’s resting on your hip. 

“I’m sure.”

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Three Days Later

Allen grunts in frustration as he steps up to the glass partition and throws his body into the chair across from the man he believes to be his son’s best friend. 

“Mr. Harrington, how can I help you today? Any friend of my son is no friend of mine.”, he says all too casually as he chuckles under his breath. 

“Yeah, well, I’m not your son’s friend anymore.”, Steve growled in anger. “He took something that belonged to me. I warned him but that fucker didn’t care.”

“Oh? What did he take?”

“Y/N.”

Allen’s eyes widened in amusement as he crossed his legs and leaned back in his chair. 

“Jesus. This woman must be fucking special. How did she end up with him and not you?”

“I saw her first when she helped me at her clinic. After Eddie was hurt, I took him there so she could help him to. I didn’t expect it to become romantic. I told that fucker I loved her and she was mine but he still went after her. I did everything I could to split them up but, unfortunately, she’s loyal.”

“Hm. Sounds like my wife; weak. So what exactly do you want, officer?”

“It’s not so much what I want but what you do. I want to help you take Eddie out of the game.”

Allen laughed as well as a few of the guards who could hear the conversation. 

“You want to help me? Why don’t you just arrest him again and bring him in?”

“On what? All the charges we have aren’t sticking and even though he’s running around killing your people, he’s not leaving anything incriminating behind.” At Steve’s mention of the men he was losing, the prisoner grumbled low as he glared at him. “He’s going to keep coming at you till either all your people are dead or he is. I can help you, Allen.”

The man thinks for a long moment before smirking his way. 

“How do I know I can trust you? How do I know this isn’t something my son conjured up.”

“Well, one, Eddie isn’t that fucking smart and two, I did something you haven’t been able to in almost 2 months.”

“Yeah, Harrington, and what’s that?”

“I killed Y/N.”

Allen’s head tilts as he tries to hide his shock at the officer’s statement as the other man smirks his way. 

“How’d you do that?”

“I slit her throat in his apartment.”, Steve answered as his smile grew. “You should have heard the way Eddie cried over her. That’s what that selfish asshole gets. She was mine.”

No longer amused, the prisoner leaned on his elbows and met the officer’s angry expression with one of his own. 

“I don’t believe you.”

A loud thump filled the area as Steve smacked a Polaroid picture against the glass. 

“I thought you might say that. She’s buried next to his mother if you want to go look. Oh wait…”, he teases sarcastically as he gestures to the prison. 

Loud shouting startles the guards as a door flies open just in time for Eddie’s father to see them tackling Wayne to the ground. 

“What the fuck did you do, Allen!? She was a good woman and you took her away from him! You fucking asshole! Get off me!”

“Self-righteous prick.” Allen thinks for a moment as he fully takes in the man in front of him. “Ok, Steven. Ok, I may have some use for you.”

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The Blues.

Hey! I wrote this little blurb for the amazing @wanderingelvis Heard that you've been feeling down lately, hope this makes you feel a little better. Can be for anyone who's been feeling a little down :)

Taglist: @elvisalltheway101 @atleastpleasetelephone @i-r-i-n-a-a

Characters: 50s!Elvis X Reader

Warning!triggers: Don't think there's any, feeling sad I guess???

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You’ve been a little under the weather lately, dealing with personal problems and such. You wish you could just be in bed and hide away from your responsibilities but your boyfriend, Elvis, made you tag along with him to New York to be there when he goes on the Steve Allen show. You could’ve told him you didn’t want to go but you didn’t want to ruin the moment, he was so adorably excited.

You couldn’t say no.

Now, you’re on the train to travel back to Memphis. You thought that once you arrived in New York you’d soon feel better and forget about your problems but to your surprise, you just got even more blue.

So you tried to take a nap to somehow sleep away the emotion but the movement of the train keeps waking you up. Trying for the fifth time, you grow frustrated and decide to go to Elvis’ cabin.

“Hi, baby.” looking up from the floor and resting a hand on the door frame, you smile weakly at the boy with his pretty blue eyes gazing up into yours. Giving you his sweet little crooked grin.

“Hi…” you respond quietly, shuffling along the carpet as you sit yourself down on the seat next to him. Letting your gaze trail back down to the floor and a soft sigh falls from your lips.

“Couldn’t sleep?” you shake your head silently, leaning back to sit comfortably fidgeting with the fabric of your dress. Your sad heart flutters at the warm touch of his hand going under your skirt to rest on your knee. “Everythin’ alright?”

You shake your head again.

“Wanna talk about it?” his honey coated southern accent vibrating into your left ear. You shrug.

“Not really.”

“A’right”

Feeling his hand rub your skin gently, you look at him briefly as he moves to guide your head to rest on his shoulder. Peppering your forehead with three butterfly kisses before intertwining his fingers with yours.

“I love you, y’know that?” he says quietly, pressing his cheek to the top of your head.

“Mhm…”

Breathing out a slight chuckle. Elvis slowly adjusts his hand, stroking the back of yours with his thumb.

“Havin’ the patience to deal with me and deal with yer own feelings an’ everythin’.” he laughs.

The rumbling of the train, faint chatter from next door, your breathing and his delicate voice being the only sounds filling your ears.

“What a strong girl, my little darlin’ is, hm?”

Your gaze follows your hand as he carefully lifts it to his pouty lips, kissing the back once and twice but soon he dots multiple on your knuckles playfully making you giggle.

“Love you.” he says while laughing along with you.

“Love you too.”