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whoahoney · 2 years ago

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An Attempt at a One Night Stand

Eddie Munson x SingleMom!Reader

Part 2

Summary: Reader is a single mother spending an evening at the Hideout with her friends when she meets the lead singer of a band called Corroded Coffin. He buys her a drink and makes her feel ways she hasn’t felt in a very very long time…

Content Warnings: AFAB/Fem!Reader, NSFW(Minors, DNI), Smut, use of alcohol & cigarettes, descriptions of depression, angst, descriptions of a romantic partner’s passing, fluff, female masturbation, nipple play, light choking, p in v sex, protected sex (WRAP IT), more plot than porn

A/N: My first published smut, don’t look at me. 😂🥲

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Eddie Munson had it bad.

He met the prettiest girl in the world at a gig at the Hideout, the only person in the crowd that sang along with him the whole time. He knew he wanted to buy her a drink when she sang Ozzy into her empty bottle, pulling laughs from her friends while he eyes continued to flicker back to his.

Eddie loved her carefree nature about her, her energy magnetic. ‘I have to know this girl.’ He thought—her every movement fascinating him.

After some encouragement from his friends, he worked up the nerve to saunter up to her table, applying his own confident and easygoing facade the best he could. She was surrounded by an entourage of friends, all sets of eyes suddenly trained on him, halting all conversation.

Eddie glanced at each girl briefly before nodding to them, “Ladies,” then he looked at her again. Her eyes were glossed in wonder and inebriation at the boy who looked at her so intently.

“I, uh, I’m Eddie, and I couldn’t help but notice your show stopping performance tonight, and, uh, wanted to buy you a drink.” He smiled softly, his heart hammering away in his chest and sweat trickling down his temple.

She looked at each one of her friends, widening her eyes in excitement and nodding at the one on her left, a silent agreement. “I’d love that.” She stood, walking over to the bar ahead of him.

“I’m, Y/n, by the way.” She said as they settled into two seats. Eddie nodded, repeating her name inside, trying it on and getting used to the feeling it gave him. “Well, Y/n, what do you drink?” He asked, gesturing to the shelves of liquor behind the bar. Y/n’s eyes darted over the labels ahead of her, trying to focus on one at a time when she decided against whiskey.

“I’ll just have another beer.” She shrugged, thankful for the red lighting of the neon light she was seated next to. “No problem. Hey, Sal,” He called the bartender from across the room for service, ordering two bud lights and turning his attention back to her, leaning his chin on a ringed hand.

“You ever been here before?” He asked, raising his eyebrows. Y/n shook her head as their drinks were served. “What gave me away?” She shrugged, taking a sip.

“It’s rare a group of girls is sat up in here for a few hours.” He smiled, taking a drink himself.

“Are you implying that you’re here all the time?” She quirked an eyebrow inquisitively, her mouth gaping in sarcasm. Eddie looked like a fish out of water for a moment before she started giggling. “I’m just messing with you,” She pushed his shoulder playfully.

Eddie let out a relieved laugh, “Oh, god, sweetheart. I didn’t know what to do there. I swear I’m not here all the time, but I’m here a lot! As you can see I play music here, which I do pretty often...” He said with a shrug and tight smile.

“Well, I may have to come back if the talent is this nice every time, I really enjoyed the show—we all did.” She shrugged, looking to her lap to bite back a smile. “Thanks, y’know next time if you perform like you did in the crowd, I’ll have to pull you up on stage with me.” He chuckled, earning another blush from the girl across from him. “I bet you’re fun on car rides, huh?” He asked and nodded at her in understanding.

Y/n scoffed, “I mean, you could say that, I’ve had a lot of practice with car karaoke and all.” She giggled. “You had me smiling the whole time, I know performances like that take practice! It was perfect.” He said, like it was the simplest thing. Y/n sunk her teeth further into her lip to suppress another pathetic giggle.

“So what do you like, huh? What’s your story?” Eddie asked. Y/n took a swig and searched for the best way to share without sharing. “I.. work two jobs, during the day I'm a clerk at a book shop and most nights during the week I waitress at a grill.”

“I mean your hopes and dreams, babe, but also nice to know you’re a hardworkin’ woman, I respect that.” He said, raising his bottle to her before taking another drink. Y/n rolled her eyes and unsuccessfully repressed a smile. “I don’t really have any.”

“Dreams? C’mon, I know you can think big. If you could do anything in the world, what would you do?” He asked as if it were that simple.

“Uh, pfft... Damn. Hold on.” She nervously laughed as her mind blanked, no possibilities coming to the surface no matter how hard she tried. “Take your time, you got it.” He encouraged, nodding gently. Y/n looked ahead instead of at his distracting puppy dog eyes. “I don’t think my passion is gonna lie in a career, you know? I just wanna be able to find something that allows me to make enough money in order to get by and live a happy life and have good experiences with the people I love.”

Eddie wore a warm smile on his face as he scratched the bottom corner of his mouth, “You’re real cute, you know that?” He smiled, leaning forward to brush her hair away from her face.

Y/n avoided his eyes on her as they trailed down her profile; her lips, chin, neck and chest as she tilted the bottle back. When she finished she shrugged, “I’ve been told a time or two, what about you, huh? Did you know you’re real cute?” She flashed him a look and a smile, her words sending him into flattered laughter as he shook his head and drank again.

“I had a feeling I was real cute, but no one really tells me, sweetheart, so, thanks.” He winked and leaned in to get closer to her, reaching for her hand that rested on the bar beside them. “So, what’s your game, here, huh?” She asked as he played with her fingers, his eyes darting up to hers questioningly, “What do you mean?” He asked, unsure of the context of the question.

“I mean, are you trying to play the long game and take your time before you try to get in my pants or are you trying to take me out of here to fuck me in the back ally as soon as possible?” She asked bluntly with big sparkling doe eyes and then took a sip of her drink.

Eddie’s eyes widened, not in embarrassment, but because he didn’t know he came off that way, “Babe if I’m being honest, I didn’t even get this far in my head when I decided I needed to talk to you,” he said earnestly, leaning closer to her to talk over the other band now playing in the bar. “So, I guess to answer your question, I wanna play whatever game you’re playing, if that’s cool.” He shrugged easily, as though hiding his feelings wasn’t on his agenda.

Y/n sat back with her mouth gaping, running her eyes over his frame again like she’s just seeing him for the first time. “Ohh…” is all she could manage, shyness taking over briefly.

She was used to getting hit on in bars, the nights she made it out of the house during the month when she was able to leave Danny without problems. Love had been different since Adam passed. Y/n didn’t think love like that happened twice in the same lifetime—the most beautiful, head spinning love that embraced you and never wavered.

Adam and Y/n had been childhood friends, who soon grew into high school lovers. Adam and Y/n did everything together, truly two halves of a whole.

And when they got pregnant with Danny at the end of their junior year, they thought the curveball thrown their way would be the hardest it got, knowing they’d have each other for the rest of time.

Or until death.

When Adam was 18, he was involved in a car accident near the end of the pregnancy, passing at the scene. Y/n—17, pregnant, and practically widowed—swore off love, feeling as though letting another man into her life in Adam’s place was betrayal.

But that didn’t mean she wasn’t lonely. Sure, parenting alone isn’t for the weak, but she had her friends for emotional support, she didn’t need a man for that, and any fun thing she could think of doing either involved her son or her best friend. The more time went by, the more she convinced herself she could do it all alone.

So, over the last couple years, she settled for one night stands, sloppy goodnight kisses, handing out fake names and phone numbers like Halloween candy. But tonight was different.

Emotional intimacy of any kind was uncomfortable, the only man she was able to stay honest and open about her feelings with was one she’d known for a decade before she let him in her pants. Eddie had known her for two seconds and was upfront about his thoughts with so much ease it made her start setting up bricks.

“I-I, wasn’t expecting that answer.” She laughed awkwardly and took another sip, the bottle now over half gone. Eddie smirked and shook his head, his eyes never leaving her being for more than two seconds at a time.

“What was the answer you were expecting?” He asked. Y/n scanned around the room, landing on her friends who looked like they were having a wonderful time with Eddie’s friends who now occupied seats at their table. “I dunno, but no one’s ever been upfront about it, let alone put the ball in my court.” She said it like it was no big deal, but Eddie knew. He knew he got through to her. “Ugh, I hate basketball.” He smiled, trying to get her to relax again, he likes when she’s in control of the conversation. She mirrored his smile and rolled her eyes, the buzz of the current beer working over her head.

“So, uh, how’d you get into music?” She asked, steering the conversation another direction, which Eddie smiled at, knowing he was getting his shot. “I love that you asked that,” He blushed, a proud smile working its way onto his face, “When I moved in with my uncle around eleven or so years ago, he played a lot of Woody Guthrie, Willie Nelson, Johnny Cash, Waylon Jennings, you know? The originals—the good stuff!” He emphasized; the passion evident by the gleam in his eyes and his movements, which she loved, “I got really into them, like, wore out the needle on the record player. I had that thing going all the time. Well, one day, I got home from a particularly shitty day at school, and there was an acoustic guitar on my bed.” He smiled nostalgically at the memory. “Wayne got me started and I’ve been in love with music ever since.” He shrugged.

Y/n nodded, her heart smiling at his ability to be soft, “That's such a sweet story, you and your uncle must be really close! That was so thoughtful of him.” She awed, Eddie blushed a deeper shade of red as he took a swig of his drink, nodding in agreement, “He’s great, honestly the best man I’ve ever known.” He chuckled nervously, looking at his hands and hating himself for the conversation turning this way so quickly. ‘Too much, dude, c’mon..’ he scolded himself.

“So do you still listen to Willie and Waylon or did you kick the old boys to the curb when you adopted Metallica and Ozzy into your repertoire?” She asked, which soothed his worries immediately. He chuckled and shook his head, “Oh, of course I still listen to them, I couldn’t abandon my roots like that!” He nudged her arm with his, his heart leaping when she joined in his laughter. “You listen to any old cowboy country?” He asked.

Y/n nodded, “I’m familiar with those old cowboys of yours. Except I’m more of a Johnny Cash fan.” She shrugged, taking him for a Willie Nelson enthusiast. “Let me guess, Folsom Prison Blues just really has a hold over you?” He teased, though he was right. “I can casually enjoy songs about prison and crime, alright?” She played into it.

Y/n liked Eddie, that was never a question, but was she afraid? No, but kind of intimidated? Yeah, that’s more like it. She shrugged off her denim jacket, leaving her in her tank top and showing off her tattoos.

“Nice ink, care to give me a tour?” He asked, nodding to her body, most definitely not looking at her tattoos but rather her chest and abdomen, wondering if there were more under the clothes.

She smiled, no guy ever taking the time to notice and ask, the most attention they ever got were ‘Ugh, tatted girls are my favorite’ or ‘do you have any tattoos in other places?’ Eddie may be the first guy to refer to her artwork respectfully. It made her want to show him more than she should.

She pointed to the art on her forearms, the sun on one side, the moon on the other, “These were my first and second,” she nodded, turned to show him the back of her bicep, where a bundle of flowers sat in a broken vase, “this is the third,” she pulled up the side of her shirt to show the bottom of an expansive art piece on her ribs, “fourth,”

Eddie watched on intently, trying to commit them all to memory. She turned to the wall, gathering her hair up in a ponytail to show the fifth tattoo on the back of her neck, “Number five may have hurt the most,” she mentioned as he took in the detail of the moth, slightly bummed when she turned back around. “And six through ten are unable to be shown at this time,” she giggled, picking her beer back up and tilting it back til it was empty.

Before Eddie answered, he turned to order her another, a smile rising to her cheeks at the gesture until she scolded herself, ‘Oh, two beers, what a dreamboat.’

Expecting some sleazy question about when he’d get to see the rest, she was surprised when all he asked was, “So how old were you when you got your first two?” Her eyebrows shot up. A real question?

“I was 16.” she nodded, his eyes widening, “Damn, who was your artist?? I couldn’t get anyone to tattoo me till I was 17, and even then it didn’t turn out right, I was so bummed.” He said strongly, his inflection making her laugh.

“He was my friend's brother,” she shrugged, “So does this mean you’re gonna give me a tattoo tour?” She couldn't resist through giggles. Eddie raised his eyebrows at her, “Oh, I thought you’d never ask, angel.” He said with a smile that could’ve been mistaken for devious, but really that was just Eddie.

He quickly shrugged off his vest and jacket like she had, holding out his arm and turning it slowly to point out his bats. Y/n felt heat rising in her stomach at the sound of him explaining the backstory behind them all, some of which he drew himself, others he found in fantasy novels or had them drawn up by his friend at the shop he frequents now that he isn’t a minor.

“And I love this little demon dude right here,” he said to the area by his collarbone, his hand holding his neckline open more than needed, the fleshy expanse of his chest looking delicious with cinnamon colored freckles sprinkled across it.

Y/n leaned forward to look at the detail of the crazy face it made, laughing easily and looking back up to Eddie; it definitely felt like him. “This one is my most recent, after my favorite Metallica song—“ he rolled up his sleeve to show the puppet master on his forearm,

“Master of Puppets?” She asked before he could say it, his head snapped up to her with a surprise grin, “Yeah, exactly! March of ‘86 I holed up in my room and just listened to it over and over again until I could work out the chords, then it felt like I worked my fingers to the bone trying to get it down. It was a challenge, but it was definitely a defining moment in my music journey, you know?” He nodded, sharing that sliver of himself without trouble. It made Y/n intrigued, yet jealous. She wanted to be able to do that without locking up.

“Wait, you learned it by ear? Amazing! You must be some sort of musical genius.” She said, fully meaning the sentiment, when Eddie scoffed and shook his head humorlessly. “That’s really sweet, thanks, but I’m far from a genius.” He averted his gaze, shyness creeping in.

Y/n cocked her head, sensing she struck a nerve of his, one she would be sure not to touch on again. “You think I’ll get to hear you play it sometime?” She said, brushing his sitting hand with her fingers, gathering some courage.

Eddie’s eyes lit up, “I’d love to play some Metallica for you.” He nodded eagerly. Y/n giggled and took another drink, the liquid courage catching up to her. “Are you gonna give me a private performance? Or should I come back when Corroded Coffin is playing next?” She said suggestively.

Eddie perked up at this, not sure if he’s hearing the implied meaning behind her words correctly. “Why not both? I mean, if the private performance goes well.” He chuckled nervously and sipped his new beer. Y/n looked at his hands, noticing his rings and how each one was different.

The chatter of the crowd around them and the music from the stage was a good excuse to keep leaning forward, thanking herself for wearing a low cut top. She held out her hand, Eddie cocked his head and eased his hand into hers tentatively. She immediately took to his rings, ogling them.

“Oh, I’m sure it’s gonna be great. I saw these fingered working up there earlier and couldn’t keep my eyes off them. These are pretty metal, I must say.” She looked the jewlery over with a quiet and heavy lidded smile. Eddie’s cheeks heated up at their closeness, noticing how she stroked his palm and wrist and stopped paying attention to his jewelry, holding her gaze on his lips.

“Uhm,” he swallowed hard, “W-Would you wanna maybe have that private performance.. now?”

Y/n’s eyes flickered with hope, “Where at, rockstar?” She bit her lip, looking him over and interlacing their fingers. “I—Depends on how long you’re willing to wait, Princess, you think you wanna come back to my place? Or are you more of a ‘right here right now’ kinda girl?” He said in her ear slowly, taking hold of her forearm and stroking it lovingly; mapping out every scar and freckle that lay there.

“Where do you prefer?” She said, shamelessly stroking the column of his neck with her thumb, which sent shivers down his spine. “Baby, I’ll take you anywhere I can get you.” He whispered, his breath fanning over her ear and cheek. Her chest began to heave in want while her eyes roamed his body beneath his clothing, wondering where else he had tattooed.

“Y’know, I have a very spacious van parked in the alley out back, if that’s your kinda thing, but I simply can’t wait another second to touch you.” He whispered nervously, hoping he wasn't ruining everything by crossing the unspoken line between them. Y/n’s eyes turned hungry as she nodded, “Can we do a shot first?” She asked, buzzed and still giddy enough she needed to calm down.

Eddie bit his lip, “I like the way you think, sweetheart, what do you want?” He turned to call Sal the bartender.

“Tequila!” She nudged his arm, looking at the jug on the shelf. “I didn’t take you for a tequila girl.” He smiled, grabbing a shaker from behind the bar and sprinkling himself some salt on the back of his hand as Sal poured them up, setting out limes before leaving.

“I’m not, usually,” she said while sprinkling the salt onto her hand, “Figured it’d be good for tonight—makes my clothes fall off.” She shrugged before licking up the strip of beer salt and throwing back the shot, picking up the lime wedge and sucking.

A moan of relief slipped out as the fresh citrus flooded her mouth. Eddie sat unmoving with his mouth gaping, hand still at the ready to take his shot. “Oh my god.” He breathed, taking the shot and matching her speed for courage.

Y/n hopped up as he set down his glass, sauntering through the door as he paid their tab and looked across the room to his buddies who sported amused and knowing looks as their friend stuck his tongue between his teeth in a victorious grin, slapping down a $10 tip on top of the total because he was feeling especially generous.

“Don’t get your hopes up, lover boy, we’ll still be here when you get back.” Her friend said pointedly, the rest of them sniggering along with Eddie’s friends. “I wouldn’t dream of it.” He said incredulously, leaning his weight back on the door to meet his dream girl outside.

She stood under the lamppost smoking a cigarette, her jacket back around her shoulders, which made Eddie eager to take it off later. “Hey, there.” He smiled, shrugging on his own jacket, the leather cold before melting into warmth at the touch of his skin. “Hiya.” She giggled behind the cigarette.

Eddie allowed himself to act on his impulses and stepped closer to her until he had to look down, the end of her cigarette a few inches away from him before she removed it and turned away to blow the smoke— ‘What a sweetheart.’ He thought.

“Think I could have a hit off that?” He smiled, his eyes looking over her pretty face in the new lighting, her features so much clearer now. He couldn’t get over the shape of her lips, watching them stretch as she revealed the sweetest smile he’d ever seen.

Instead of answering, she stuck her cigarette between his smiling lips, holding onto his shoulder to steady herself. He hummed contently at her promptness and wrapped an arm around her waist, finding the sliver of flesh that rested above the top of her jeans until he grasped her wrist and moved her hand away to exhale to the side and then interlace her other hand in his.

Y/n watched on thoughtlessly as he brought the new hand up to his lips to kiss her finger tips one at a time, then her knuckles and wrist, before flipping her hand over and pressing a kiss to her palm, nipping at it with his teeth and wrapping the arm around his neck— bringing her giggling lips to his and pulling her into a tight embrace, lips working against one another eagerly while his hands cradled her neck and upper back tenderly. Y/n didn’t realize it until she felt the shift of gravity, but she figured out Eddie was leaning her backward, trying to dip her romantically in his almost drunken state after the shot. Her hair fell back, the world slowly turning upside down at his hands, his kiss melting any sense of care away.

‘So what the moon is on the bottom and the cars are on top? I could hold onto him forever.’

‘You’re saying that because you’re drunk and horny, get on with it.’

They pulled away when they were almost falling, both of them laughing breathlessly. Eddie pressed one more kiss to her forehead before taking her hand and gently tugging on her to follow, “C’mon, pretty girl, lemme show you what else I got.” He teased, admiring how deeply pink her neck and chest were burning.

They ran like giggly school children together around the building, as if they’d get caught and have their parents called. Eddie relished in the warmth her hand gave him— wondering how warm they were about to be pressed up against each other in the van.

He unlocked the doors, swinging one open and gesturing inside, “After you.” He bit his lip, worried that at any point she’d turn back. Instead, Y/n raised her eyebrows at him briefly, shooting him a coy smile before taking his hand and stepping up and in. Eddie licked his lips and swung the door shut behind him.

From the moment he turned around, she was on him, her arm snaking around his neck, her other pulling his waist to hers by his belt loop and bringing him in for another hungry kiss.

The quiet of the van amplified the sounds they made together, every moan, gasp, smack, and groan audible, though neither of them minded, if anything they loved it. His hands found her hair, gently stroking it like he’d been dying to since he saw her flipping it around during his set.

He trailed his hand down the side of her neck, his thumb tracing her jaw sent shivers down her spine. She broke the kiss, pausing in the space between them before they went further. His eyes opened to see her looking at his lips, only looking into his eyes when he smiled softly, “You still good? We don’t have to, you know. I’ve had a lot of fun with you tonight.” He said easily, no hint of pettiness in his tone.

Y/n smiled at his words, leaning into his hand more, “I’m having a great time too,” he exhaled slowly, relief evident on his face. “I was just wondering if I needed to climb you like a tree or lay you down, big boy.” She winked with a smile on her lips, laughing when he flopped down to the floor immediately.

“You really just had to open your mouth, didn’t you?” He looked at her with wide eyes in amusement. “I swear everything you say does something to me, baby.” He mumbled, too busy watching her settle her body on top of his lap and strip off her shirt, revealing her lace bra. “Holy shit.” He gasped, wrapping his hands around her revealed bodice to get a better look at her while she leaned forward onto his chest to stroke him with her fingernails through his shirt.

Eddie sat all the way up to pull her body closer to his, “Holy fucking shit, you’re beautiful.” He struggled to look her in the eye as he bounced back and forth between her soft torso and beautiful face. She looked down at him patiently, not used to the compliments, soaking it all up while she could.

“Eddie?” She whispered, stroking his hair and pulling him from his thoughts. “Yes?” He asked earnestly, gazing into her eyes as if he were ready to do anything she asked of him, which he was. She leaned over by his ear, balling his shirt up in her fists, “Can we take this off?” She snickered, pressing a kiss to his cheek, followed by his jaw and neck.

His heart began hammering again as she mouthed at the crook of his neck, thoughts evaporating from his head—including his ability to speak. He remembered he needed to answer only when she slid her hands up underneath the hem at his side, a jolt of electricity sent straight to his dick at the contact.

“Oh, yeah,” he said through her kisses, allowing her to raise it above his head and discard it to the side with hers, her reaction to the rest of his tattoos stroking his ego as she bit her lip and ran her hands across him. “I want you to do whatever you want, sweetheart.” He whispered against her before diving back in for more.

He fixed his hands to the meat at her hips, grinding her on his cock that strained against his jeans. He smirked at the pretty little sound she made when she started moving her hips on her own, rolling them in a way that drove Eddie wild. His hands flew to her chest, massaging the plush of her breasts that begged to be let out of their confines.

“Baby, can I get rid of this?” He asked helplessly, stroking the skin above the clasp at her back. Y/n smiled, her nose bumping his as she nodded and said, “I want you to do whatever you want, sweetheart.” She bit her lip as he smiled like a child on Christmas morning. He went about popping the hooks from the small hoops and sliding the straps off her arms at a nice pace, consciously trying to make sure he wasn’t going too fast to freak her out or make her think he was too eager.

Eddie had his fair share of one night stands, fond memories for his spank bank until the next came along, but none of them compared to this. This was something he’d think of forever.

“Jesus Christ.” He said softly, his eyes taking in the ethereal sight—the bounce of her freed breasts as they fell and soft skin just begging to be marked up and grabbed.

But the best part was the tattoo that sat underneath them. “It’s beautiful.” He breathed, taking her waist in his hands and examining her body like art, trying to find the rest of her tattoos and not bust his load at her perky nipples looking so excited to see him.

“You’re divine, really, baby, I’ve never seen anyone like you before…” He trailed off in wonder, grazing his fingers softly over the ink. She looked at him looking at her, dazed and confused by this stranger’s courtesy and gentleness that could only match—

She tilted his chin up towards hers to stop the thoughts from rolling in, never thinking about Adam during times like these— let alone comparing him, and pressed a soft and hungry kiss to his lips, licking into his mouth. Eddie bucked his hips and groaned at the feeling of both her bare tits against his chest and her tongue in his mouth.

He went to work rubbing her breasts, easing her into a heated pile of mush on top of him, trying to get her to relax further into his touch. “You gonna let me make you feel good, baby?” He asked, nipping at her bottom lip to make her cry out.

“Yes, please fuck me, Eddie.” She whined breathlessly, their thrusts becoming more intense along with their breathing. Eddie laid her down backwards, her legs still around his hips as he kneeled above her, admiring the way her tits bobbed when she fell against the plush blanket pallet he kept.

Her eyes gleamed as they bore into his. He smiled down at her, brushing his fingers around her hairline and stopping at her cheekbone to unbutton her pants, her heart feeling content like a purring cat. “You’ve got me so wet, Eddie.” She whispered, palming her left tit and grazing her fingers down her stomach as he worked at sliding her pants off.

Eddie couldn’t tear his eyes away from her touching herself the way she was, only ever seeing girls do it in magazines, he never thought he’d see one do it in real life. “I wanna watch you touch yourself,” He whispered, dropping her jeans next to her shirt and opening her legs slowly to encourage her.

Y/n didn’t answer, instead, she gave him a little smile and slid her hand into the front of her panties, sighing at the contact and writhing a little as she found exactly where she needed to touch. Eddie looked on in amazement, stroking himself over his jeans as he looked down at the angel laying in front of him. “You’re a good girl, aren’t you?” He mumbled and licked his lips at the wetness pooling in her panties and the bits of flesh he could make out around the straining fabric of the lavender cotton.

He sat there mesmerized at the way her fingers disappeared inside of her, the way she tweaked her clit in time with the thrusts of her wrist and the way she kept her eyes on him the whole time she did so, reminding him that even if he wasn’t touching her, he was the one making her feel good.

Eddie slowly stroked her hips where the elastic sat, tugging lightly at the band until she raised her ass off the floor so he could slip them off her legs and toss them to the growing pile. A thin sheen started to coat her skin, glittering in the dim light of the van. Eddie ran a light and tender hand up her leg and then rubbed encouraging circles on the inside of her thighs, aching to bury his face in her wetness and send her further into the abyss of pleasure.

Y/n rubbed herself gently, opening her eyes as Eddie’s hands came closer to her throbbing core. “Touch me, please…” she whined, looking at him as if she’s waited for his touch for years and then letting them fall shut. Eddie’s eyes widened, his cock desperately needing relief, her eye contact and plea just made it worse.

“I’m gonna take care of you, baby,” Eddie took off his boxers quickly, moaning in relief and stroking his dick as he eased on top of her, caging her in with his arms. She gasped when she opened her eyes again to see him naked and godly before her. “Is that okay?” He asked, pressing a soft kiss to her neck, sending her eyes rolling to the back of her head, “Yes, please… Oh, fuck…” she groaned, feeling his weight on top of her as he adjusted her thighs around him, stroking her hips and lower back lovingly. “God damn, you’re so fucking soft, baby, I can’t get enough of you.” He breathed into her, reaching for her breast and meeting her for a warm and wet kiss, complete with teeth tugging lips, tongues licking skin, and quiet and satisfied giggles slipping out every now and then.

They reveled in each other’s nakedness, the feeling of skin on skin lighting them on fire—their hands and lips roaming everywhere.

Eddie took care to latch his mouth onto her nipple as he worked the other one with his tender touch. Her hands stayed in his hair, the mess of it scattered around him as he moved, though she didn’t mind.

Y/n thought she was going to lose her mind before he touched her pussy, swollen and dripping for him when he ran a tentative finger through her folds, “You want me as bad as I want you, don’t you, baby?” He set a slow yet satisfying pace, bumping her clit with every movement as her hand slipped further into his curls, tightening her grip to Eddie’s delight.

With every pant that left her came an adorable little noise, only audible in the space between them as they moved against one another. Eddie smiled to himself, his ego loving all of the praise this girl gave him.

“If you want something you need to ask for it—wanna make you feel good.” He said in between messy kisses along her shoulder. “Eddie, I need you to fuck me.” She whispered to him urgently, pulling his face up to hers with desperation.

“Uh, y-you don’t want me to eat you? C’mon baby, don’t get shy on me now.” He stammered, having been so close to the honey pot he desperately thirsted for. “Uh-uh..” She said, gently shaking her head ‘no’ and taking his cock in her hand.

Her hand traced the length of his shaft, pulling an inhuman grunt from him, a smirk of satisfaction crossing her face as he thrust his hips involuntarily. “Just, uh, lemme..fuck, lemme—lemme get a condom,” he managed through her firm strokes.

Eddie grabbed the chain on his pants, yanking his wallet out of his pocket to retrieve a gold foil package inside. Y/n admired his waist, tracing the dragon that wrapped around the side of his torso as he worked the condom on, stroking himself a couple times before moving back over her, who took no hesitation in wrapping her legs back around him, a giddy smile on her face that matched his. “C’mere, you pretty little thing.” He growled in her ear playfully while descending upon her, pressing his fingers into the plush of her thighs that enveloped him perfectly and kissing her giggling lips like they already belonged to him.

The laughter subsided as the kisses grew deeper and longer, when they pulled back and opened their eyes, they looked at each other like more than a couple strangers fucking in the back of a van for the first time— more like lovers who’d cross space and time to be together just for one night.

“You, uh, wanna put it in?” He asked, a blush dusting his cheeks as he hovered over her, stroking her bum and thigh as he waited. Y/n gently guided his member to her entrance while Eddie placed his other hand around her breast—poised to antagonize her nipple.

After the tip pressed against her, Eddie groaned as he sunk into her, his chest flattening onto hers until they could catch their breath. “You take me so well, baby, oh fuck,” He gasped next to her head, pushing some hair away from her ear and neck to dive down and nuzzle his face there.

“You fill me up so good, Eddie, oh my god.” She gasped as he propped himself up on his hands, gazing into her eyes as he started moving, her pussy gripping him so tight it’s hard for him to pull out and push back in. “Holy shit, do—is that good? Is that good for you?” He asked in quiet awe at the sensation they created together, in and out, in and out.

“Yeah— yeah, it is.” She said, fighting against the ecstasy she was slipping into to keep her eyes open. As Eddie worked his first few thrusts, he took her hand in his, lacing their fingers together like they had many times that night, though Y/n was expecting him to hold her wrists above her head like she’s used to, but no. Eddie rested their joined hands next to her head and smoothed her hair affectionately.

“You’re such a pretty girl, y’feel so good on my cock...” He said in awe as he picked up the pace and sent a jolt to her throbbing core when he pinched and rolled her nipple in his other hand. Y/n let out a groan at the feeling, the sound only encouraging Eddie to do what he’d been dreaming of since the moment she took off her jacket in the bar.

Eddie smirked at her anguish, the sparkle in his eye only confirming the mischief he emanated. “You want me to take my time with you?” He panted, slipping his hand in between them and finding her clit, spreading their wetness over it before slowly circling it, knowing exactly how desperate she was to cum.

“No-No, no…please, no. I n-need you to go faster Eddie, I don’t want you to stop til you cum—“ without hesitation, Eddie adjusted his grip on her leg and pressed down on her clit, enough to scratch that unbearable itch that antagonized her deep in her nerves. “Holy shit, Eddie! Oh my god, keep going, yes!” Her back arched off the floor, her chin jutted upwards exposing her neck, which Eddie took advantage of and served up heated kisses all around her throat as she cried out.

“ ‘m close, Eddie, you’re so good, so fucking good!” She mumbled her eyes heavy and eyebrows scrunched in distress, her hand roamed his body with reckless abandon, giving feather light touches across his neck and shoulders then sinking her nails down his back and grabbing his hip as he slammed into her hot cunt.

“Oh, baby,” he groaned, moving a hand from her chest to her throat while still holding her other hand tenderly next to them. “ ‘s this okay?” He whispered, keeping a light hold on her neck until she answered.

“Yeah..” She whispered pathetically, bringing her free hand on top of his and closing his grip around it the way she liked, just enough to get a little dizzy on top of the beer buzz, then moaning into his touch as she rocked against him the best she could while the sounds of skin slapping skin resounded between them. Eddie looked down at where they connected, unable to get enough of the sight of his cock burrowing inside of her.

“I want you to cum, baby, I wanna feel it—wanna feel you cum on my cock.”

“Lemme ride!” She insisted quietly like a secret. Eddie's eyes lit up at her enthusiasm and nodded before promptly rolling off of her, eager for her to be back in charge. He scooted himself against the back of the seat, “You want me here?” He asked as she crawled over to him. Eddie barely noticed his hands reaching out for her, but when he did she was already settling on his lap, his member standing between them as she laid a hand against his soft chest and used her other to stroke him. Eddie sighed as he circled his arms around her waist to pull her impossibly closer. “Yeah, baby, you’re perfect.” She whispered, though she didn’t mean to let it slip—the pet name or the word perfect. Eddie preened at the praise, desperate for her validation and affection.

She wasn’t usually one for pet names, or for praising her sexual partners. Up until now, sex felt transactional, and those things weren’t apart of the deal. But with Eddie the praises dropped from her lips effortlessly, and most times involuntarily.

Her hands found his hair, lightly raking her nails on his scalp which made him lean into her. Eddie felt like he hadn’t kissed her lips in years when she pressed hers to his in a thirsting kiss, chasing after his tongue with hers. They moaned into each other as she sat back down on his dick, not wasting any time in setting her quick pace.

Eddie's jaw dropped at the feeling, the warm, wet, silky tunnel that squeezed him so unmercifully he could hardly catch his breath, though he didn’t care because he was too busy bathing in her ecstasy. “Ohh, fuck me..” he groaned against her lips as she exclaimed in delight.

She pulled back from him, her hands holding his cheeks tenderly before dropping to his shoulders for more leverage. Eddie’s hands slithered down to her hips, focusing on the softness of her skin under his hands as he squeezed and squished. “Ohh, my god, angel.. I-I don’t know how much more I can take, I need you to cum, baby, can you? Can you come for me?” He pleaded softly and felt her tighten at his words, “Oh, you like it? You like it when I talk to you?” He tested, feeling her squeeze again and watching her bite her lip as she nodded, slowing her bounces to a roll, not wanting to leave this bubble of pure pleasure just yet.

Eddie moved his hands from her hips to her breasts, pinching both of her nipples in his fingers while he bucked his hips up against her. “Your body is so fun to play with, sweetheart.” He gazed into her sparkling eyes and then her mouth while waiting desperately for his kiss, moaned at the comment. “You think I’ll make you cum?” He asked, his low and gravelly tone masking his insecurity. Should she have finished by now? Maybe made more noises?

“Yeah, yeah—you’re doing so good!” She whispered eagerly before picking up her pace and kissing him passionately. They kissed until the sensation was too much, the electricity brewing within them lighting their cores on fire as they chased their orgasms together. Their noises were involuntary at this point, though listening to one another grunt and moan drove them further to the edge at a blinding speed.

“Eddie! Eddie, are you gonna cum with me?” She asked his lips desperately, now holding back from her climax til he could answer her. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, cum! Cum, baby, cum! Cum on my dick and I’ll cum for you.” He rambled like a madman, like an addict without a fix. He had no idea that this was just the first taste, that this was only the beginning.

His words wrapped her in a wonderful haze, everything was only Eddie. “Please, baby, let me make you cum. Let me take care of you.” He panted into her ear as he kissed and nibbled her neck just under it. “Oh, fuck!” She cried out, her core tensed before the white hot pleasure melted over her body, head to toe. “Eddie, I’m cumming! Cum with me, cum with me!” She pleaded, too busy basking in euphoria to feel pathetic. She grabbed at the back of his neck with both hands, engulfing his lips with hers.

Her sounds, her kiss, the walls of her pussy clenching around him—it was all too much. He cried out as his cock spasmed inside of her, rutting up into her roughly as he lived in her warmth and and rode out the rush that eventually faded right before she went limp on top of him.

They both fought to catch their breath, settling into one another in a new way. Y/n blinked hard, noticing how her arms and legs wrapped around him to keep close, and how he wrapped his arms around her waist for the same. The embrace was comforting, like a warm hug from someone you love after a long day—it felt like home.

She typically knew where to go from here, opting to throw her clothes back on and send the guy a ‘see you later!’ before going home and forgetting their name within a couple days. But with Eddie, she found herself reluctant to leave. Instead, she stayed in this little space for now; her lips grazing the soft pale skin of his shoulder, his heavy pants against hers. Her fingers buried in the back of his curls frizzy from the humidity they produced and tickling the side of her face, though it wasn’t unbearable. She felt like she could breathe deeper with his arms squeezing around her middle as if she were his teddy bear.

“God, you were amazing, angel.” He whispered to her with a smile, stroking the length of her back lovingly and curling his other fingers in her hair, trying to learn her body the way he craved. He wanted to remember exactly how it all felt—how she felt and made him feel.

She turned her head to look at him, lightly stroking the side of his face with her fingers and smiling softly, saddened at the prospect of leaving without any intention of seeing him again—though she wanted to deeply.

Y/n pulled him in for another kiss, this one much slower as she tried to memorize him. Her mind went warm and fuzzy as they set the passionate pace, each movement she made followed by ‘Last one… another one, just one more..’ until she felt Eddie adjust them to lay backwards and begin to roll on top of her, his cock hardening again already.

“Eddie,” She panted into him as he fixed his grip on her legs, pushing her knees back and pulling a sigh from her as he continued to kiss her swollen lips. “Eddie,” she groaned as he kissed her neck again, lightly tilting her chin back with his hand and making her melt into his touch.

“I’m not afraid to stay here with you all night, baby, just tell me what you want…” He whispered, stroking the side of her neck with his thumb as he spoke into her ear.

“I-I have to go, Eddie, I’m sorry.” She managed, pushing some hair away from his face. His eyes widened at her words, caught off guard. “Oh, I’m sorry! Was I keeping you?” He sat upright, grabbing her clothes for her and handing them over before picking up his own and stripping off the condom and tying it off to be dealt with later.

“No, no, you’re fine—great, even!” She scrambled to yank on her pants, ignoring the amused smirk that sat on Eddie’s face as he tugged his own black denim over his boxers and admired her as if he’d never had her before.

She threw on her bra and leaned over to adjust her breasts in the cups, pulling a soft gasp from Eddie—he had no idea watching a girl get dressed was just as fun as watching her get undressed. His cheeks flushed in embarrassment as she made eye contact with him, sending him a sly smile and wink as she prepared to tug her shirt over her head.

Eddie grabbed her shoes and set them in front of her, spotting his pack of cigarettes by the rest of his clothes and grabbing one out to light as she tied her laces. He noticed the windows were fogged and he smiled around the filter while he puffed.

Though he’d watched her dress, he turned one more time to make sure she was decent before opening up the back doors to the van, the cool night air drifting in and tickling the moisture that collected at their hairlines during the fun.

“So, uh, I-I had a really good time with you tonight.” He fumbled, quickly placing his cigarette back in his mouth after he’d spoken. Y/n smiled at his nervousness and nodded in agreement. “Me too, it’s uh, it’s been a while since it’s been that good for me—with another person, you know?” She said candidly, inwardly shocked she was able to muster up the confidence to share that.

Eddies eyes widened at the information, a hopeful leap in his chest told him that sex made her open up—made her feel close. He nodded in response, removing the cigarette and exhaling. “Y-Yeah, yeah, for sure. I, uh, don’t have many one night stands, but, uh, I can say for sure that it hasn’t been like that before.” He nodded, then realized he said one night stand. His face turned to hers quickly, the alarm apparent in his eyes.

She must’ve noticed his panic, leaning in to place a quick peck on his lips before nicking his cigarette and taking a drag. He chuckled softly as she hopped out of the back and stood in front of him between his legs, retrieving her jacket and shrugging it over her shoulders, fixing her hair in the process. He placed patient hands on her waist, letting her smoke as much as she wanted to if it meant she stayed with him longer.

“When can I see you again?” He asked hopefully.

Y/n giggled, handing him the cigarette back, which he accepted reluctantly. “That’s not very ‘one night stand’ of you, is it, Eddie?” She teased, testing if his big brown eyes deflated in hope a little, though really it looked like it took the air from him.

“How about…” she trailed off and averted her eyes to the ground, searching for a reason to see him again that isn’t more than what it can be. She shouldn’t even be entertaining the idea of seeing him again, let alone wishing she could stay the night. He felt so familiar.

Eddie searched for her gaze with his, successfully pulling her eyes back on him. “How about, I come see Corroded Coffin again? You said you play here often— how often?” She asked, putting her arms on his shoulders and grinning when his hands found her arms and rubbed them softly as he nodded. “We play again next friday.” He smiled.

She nodded at him thoughtfully, not fully present but stuck in the corner of her mind that told her she was being indulgent, that leaving Danny once a month to go out with her friends was selfish as it is, not to mention sleeping with strangers just to feel something, to feel reckless as safely as possible, to feel her age— was too much. She wasn’t supposed to do things people her age did, she was a mother, and she sure as hell wasn’t supposed to feel this with someone else, the way it only felt with—

“I’ll see you next Friday.” She nodded decidedly, turning on her heel and beginning her walk to the front of the building, though Eddie caught up quickly to catch her arm before she could get any further. “Wait, wait, wait, one more?” He asked, taking a hopeful lip waiting between his teeth as he held her close.

Y/n couldn’t help but giggle at him before taking his face in her hands and laying a deep kiss to his lips, relishing the butterflies that fluttered relentlessly in her stomach when his hands slipped around her body one last time, pulling back slowly and hesitating before disconnecting their bodies. Eddie quickly took her face in his, sprinkling kisses all over her face, “Thank you, sweet girl.” He said as she giggled.

“Lemme walk you inside?” He asked like a sweet freshman boy at the end of his first date. Y/n sighed, self hatred spreading through her mind like a disease as she nodded with a smile. Eddie grinned and darted back to the van to retrieve his shirt and pull it over his head on his way back, holding out an expectant hand for her that made her heart both flutter and sink, somehow.

The only noise between them on their walk was the crunch of gravel beneath their shoes and the sounds of the night in summertime. Eddie swung their hands between them, a smile tugging at his lips as he tried to stay forward facing.

He opened the door of the bar, looking her over once more and halting her to fix her jacket collar with a focused tongue between his lips before allowing her to continue and opening the door again.

Their groups were a little drunker than they left them, talking amongst themselves and producing boisterous laughter as they walked in. “Ohh ho, look who it is!” Gareth bellowed, pointing a finger at his friend who looked so proud under his blush.

Y/n’s friends looked at her hand intertwined with Eddie’s, sending her taunting looks that said ‘we are definitely talking about this later’ and bit back chuckles unsuccessfully. She looked at her best friend Stella, who took a nonchalant sip to cover her smirk while obviously averting eye contact.

“W-We gotta go, friends!” Y/n tapped her always watchless wrist, not wanting to keep her sitter waiting forever. The girls nodded in silent understanding, always aware of the curfew she kept for herself, and stood to collect their things and pay their tabs.

The members of Corroded Coffin looked at Eddie with sparkling and expectant eyes, ready to hear about the details as soon as the ladies left the premises. Eddie had recounted his sexcapades to his friends in the past, the storyteller in him going off on all the details—both educating them and giving them material for the spank bank.

But this time he wanted to hold onto it for himself—this girl was special and she made him feel special. Something about her essence was addicting, not to mention her face was the best one he’d ever seen.

“I’ll, uh, see you later, Eddie.” She mumbled to him, easing her hand out of his. “Looking forward to it.” He smiled softly, watching her go until the others were leaving out the doors. Sabrina hung behind and looked him over as if she were sizing him up, followed with a curt nod before disappearing out the doors.

Eddie let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding as the boys applauded. “I must say, I am very impressed, my friend. I can’t believe you got her back to your van so fast, wow.” Gareth speculated drunkenly to Eddie’s annoyance.

“Don’t talk about her that way. That doesn’t mean anything, girls can do whatever they want, especially if it benefits me. I would’ve taken her back to my place if she hadn’t had some curfew to beat or something. Besides, she’s coming back next week.” He said, turning a chair around backwards and straddling it while picking up a beer from the table and taking a sip. “Whoa, you have another date?” Jeff gaped. “A curfew?” Gareth asked with disbelief.

Eddie rolled his eyes, “This wasn’t a date, we just met—and I don’t know if you’d even call it a date, it’ll probably just be a repeat of tonight, and so what Emerson, like your mom isn’t on your ass about being home by 2am even if you’re a big boy now.” Eddie jeered, Gareth rolling his eyes. “Alright, say she does come back and you guys go round two, then what?” Grant asked.

Eddie paused, pursing his lips for a moment as the boys leaned forward in anticipation. “I’m following her lead so… guess I’ll know next week.” He shrugged.

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On an excruciating car ride home, while receiving the third degree from her friends as they howled out mocking cries of ‘Eddie! Oh god, give it to me’ and ‘And you were holding HANDS! What was that all about??’ Y/n did her best to defend her time with Eddie without showing she liked it too much.

“H-He’s really sweet, alright?” Y/n shrugged their taunts off, turning her attention to the radio and puffing on her last cigarette of the night—cause she was trying to cut back. “Did you see the way he looked at her though??” Mollie shrieked from the back seat, her eyes wide in amazement. Stella laughed from the steering wheel, “Like a lovesick puppy!” She agreed. Y/n blushed and rolled her eyes, “Yeah, well, dudes do that sometimes.” She countered, mostly to convince herself.

“Okay, but— the way he didn’t wanna let go of your hand? C’mon. You’ve gotta give the poor guy a chance.” Mollie nudged her shoulder, earning a weak push back from Y/n who scoffed, “Well you’re about to be so pleased.” She smirked behind her cigarette as the whole car hushed, “Wait a damn minute, are you going out? Did he ask? Did you say yes?” Mollie freaked.

“Hey, hey, hey, slow down, Molls, I only told him we’d come back next Friday to listen to the band again.” She shrugged again, the silence already annoying.

“Oh, my GOD.” Stella exclaimed, “You do like him.” Stella argued, “Do not! Not like that.” Y/n shot back.

Everyone in the car collectively eyerolled and groaned, “How do you not? You don’t go to bars more than once a month and suddenly you wanna come back to this one next week just cause he’s, what, fun? You have plenty of fun, we all know it! And you should! But what’s so wrong with liking him? You’re allowed to love people, Y/n/n.” Stella urged while keeping her eyes on the road.

Y/n couldn’t look at any of her friends, either, unable to come up with another reason to see Eddie— one that didn’t involve her budding feelings for him, or at least the way he made her feel.

“C’mon, play pretend for a minute and tell me all the things about Eddie that made you fluttery inside.” Stella suggested, Kathy and Mollie nonchalantly leaning in to listen. Y/n sighed to the stars out the open car window, pausing before she chose to respond.

“…if I did like Eddie… it’d be because he talked to me, like actually talked to me.. It’d be because he didn’t make me feel like a piece of meat when he bought me the drink—it never felt like he expected anything in return…He never made me feel like sex was something I had to do, up until the last moment he was always asking as if I’d change my mind..

And when I told him I wanted to he told me he’d take me anywhere, to his house, to his car—if I asked him to get a motel room I bet he would. That guy makes me feel like he’d do anything I asked and it’s weird. No, not weird—scary. I can’t tell if it’s real or not, and if it is, isn’t that scarier? I’m not ready for that kind of commitment, and what if I hurt a good guy? Not to mention Danny. No 20 something year old dude is going to want someone else’s three year old boy hanging around—making me flake on dates, pitching fits when he is around, it’s just the facts. I’m not ready.” She cased.

Silence fell over the car as they pulled into Y/n’s driveway. “Y’know, you made some really good points, Y/n.” Stella said, putting the car in park. Mollie and Kathy looked at Stella in disbelief, “She did?”

“I mean, yeah, it’s every reason anyone ever decided against taking their chance on love. I just thought she’d have better reasons, or better yet; I thought she’d be braver than all of those things.” Stella shrugged, her words catching Y/n’s attention like rubbing alcohol on a scrape.

“I mean, c’mon, man, you did the whole ‘against-the-odds-teen-parent’ thing, and you’re rocking that shit, I might add.” She pointed at the young mother from across the console who blushed at the compliment and rolled her eyes trying to feign annoyance, though the girls knew how awful she was at handling praise.

“I never thought you’d be so afraid of love, man. Adam would want you to be happy, he’d want Danny to grow up with a good guy in his life!”

“Well, Adam’s not here.” Y/n bit back, the annoying prickly stinging at her eyes clouding her pride as she regretted her words. Stella hesitated before she reached out for her friend's shoulder. “I know. I know he isn’t,” Stella sighed, “But tell me I’m wrong, Y/n/n.”

Y/n looked at Stella and then Mollie and Kathy who sat patiently in the back and sighed, their eyes engaged on the conversation with quiet care. “I can’t.” She mumbled, unbuckling her seatbelt.

“Just think about it! You don’t have to have it all figured out yet.” She nodded encouragingly.

Y/n glanced at the front door and the porch light buzzed as moths darted all around it, mesmerized and unsatisfied. She stepped out of the vehicle and shut the door, leaning down to the open window. “Are we good to go for next Friday or am I going alone?” She asked, hoping she didn’t sound desperate.

The friends looked between each other and giggled, “We wouldn’t miss it. But you’re talking him into buying us a round before you ditch us, again!” Mollie jeered and stuck her tongue out. Y/n rolled her eyes playfully and tapped the window sill twice, “I gotta get in there. I love you guys. Drive safe! Gimme a call when you’re home.” She looked at all of them pointedly and jogged up the steps to her house.

She slipped through the door quietly, hanging her keys on the hook and stepping through to the living room.

“Hey! How was it?” Robin Buckley chirped softly from the recliner, setting down the remote as she stood. “It was.. needed!” She smiled. “How’d Danny boy do?” She asked, nodding towards the toddler’s room. “Great, as usual. You gotta stop worrying,we have a whole routine now! We watched the ninja turtles, played some pirates, skipped out on bath time, cause—you know,” she rolled her eyes and shrugged, referring to Danny’s problems with the water, “We ordered pizza for dinner; when I asked him what kind he looked me dead in the eyes and said ‘I eat all the pizza.” She laughed, giving her best impression of Danny’s small voice.

Y/n grinned softly, “How was he with bedtime?” She scanned the living room and through the kitchen door, looking for any stray toys or food that needed to be picked up.

“We read Green Eggs and Ham-“

“Again?” Y/n asked exasperatedly, a smile of disbelief hung on her face. Robin chuckled as she moved to the door to grab her jacket. “Three times, actually, that boy needs all the proper voices, apparently.” Robin rolled her eyes and shrugged at the boy's antics.

“Ahh, of course the voices, how could I forget?” Y/n joked, recalling all the nights Danny insists on turning back to the pages that weren’t properly read. “Someday I’ll get them right, you watch!” Robin insisted as she quietly unhooked her keys from beside the door, opening the large black door slowly.

“Wait, Robin!” She called fumbling for her purse to hand the sitter a few bills.

“Uh-uh. Nope. Nice try though! I don’t want money to watch my nephew, I’m just glad you guys finally moved closer so I can spend more time with you guys!” She said, with a genuine smile. Y/n sighed and looked at her with her head cocked, knowing that Robin shared Adam’s stubbornness, always doing for others without wanting anything in return—both a best friend to everyone around them.

“You’re too much alike.” Y/n scoffed, shoving the bills in her purse, making a mental note to slip it in her backpack or jacket sometime when she wasn't looking. Robin smiled bitterly, thinking of her late cousin—who was more like a brother. Adam spent a lot of time growing up staying at his Aunt Ginger’s house, growing close with Robin as the years passed.

When Y/n and Adam hit high school and made their love official, Robin quickly became one of Y/n’s closest friends. From the moment Danny was placed in Robin’s arms, she made a promise to herself and to her cousin that she would help his little boy live the happiest life as much as she could contribute.

“I’m happy to help! Really, don’t ever hesitate to call. He’s my best friend! Except for maybe Steve, but Danny’s way better to talk to,” Robin jokes, stepping out onto the porch when an idea hits her, “Maybe next time you can drop Danny at mine and moms for a sleepover and you can bring someone home for once.” She nodded encouragingly, yet another person in Y/n’s life vying for her to give love another chance.

Y/n scoffed and went to close the door with an eye roll when Robin stuck her boot in the door. “Y/n, I’m serious. Think about it, that’s all I’m saying.” She shrugged one shoulder and looked at the ground briefly. Y/n sighed, “Why would I wanna bring some rando home with me—Where my kid lives?”

Robin’s eyes grew heavy with good intentions, “I don’t mean a rando, Y/n! Would it be so bad to try? I know you said you will when you’re ready but—“

“And I will let you know when that day comes, Robs, I promise. And I’ll keep your offer in mind. I know Danny would love to see Gigi and eat monkey bread all evening.” She chuckled and rolled her eyes in feigned annoyance, sending Robin a smile.

Robin nodded, a content smile on her lips as she turned to leave but abruptly stopped and turned back,“I have to ask.. any luck tonight?” She asked mischievously. Y/n gaped and turned red, embarrassed at the amount of people involved in the details of her sex life.

“Wh-Robin! I-Why—how?”

“Oh my god, you so did. I thought you looked slightly disheveled when you walked in! Anyone I’d know?” She asked eagerly, as Y/n turned her by the shoulders out the door. “I hope not, see you later Robin, let me know when you get home, loveyoubyee!” She flipped on the porch light and shut and locked the door as Robin howled with laughter from the porch. “I’ll remember this, Y/n/n!”

Y/n kicked off her shoes, taking in the quietness of the house at night—her sanctuary. She walked to her bedroom, pausing to stick her head inside her son's room, his sleeping head just visible over the mound of blankets he insisted on having with him at night. She moved inside stealthily and moved the blankets further away from his face, her mom heart still cautious after two years of peaceful nights.

She continued to her room at the end of the hall, unbuttoning her pants and kicking them off by the door on her way to her bathroom at the other side of the closet. Carefully rubbing the ruined mascara around her eye, she turned on the water to shower.

As she sat down against the tub and stripped her shirt off, her time with Eddie flashed through her mind—remembering how his hands felt around her waist when she last took off her clothes; warm and rough.

The way his voice sounded when his breath panted against hers; warm and rough.

The way his kiss felt working against hers; warm and rough. She could almost feel their tongues in tandem; sometimes visible between them, others tucked away inside each other’s mouths like a home. She missed the way he tasted.

The way his eyes bore into hers like she was all he ever wished for, so intently. So warm and rough.

She shook the thoughts from her head, guilt shrouding her like the world's heaviest quilt. Crying often occurred after sex, though it was typically short lived because she was able to talk herself through it, assuring herself that she wasn’t betraying him, or trying to replace what they had. But this time felt different.

It started off as a sigh, though another deep breath was needed, which turned into quiet sobs. ‘Breathe deeply, don’t hyperventilate.’ She reminded herself, trying to switch off her brain for a minute and let herself cry.

‘He made me feel like he used to.’

‘He made me feel like I was doing everything right while I felt I was doing something so wrong.’

‘I am a single woman doing single woman things, it shouldn’t be this hard.’

‘Even if I gave him a chance he wouldn’t want someone else’s kid.’

‘No one gets serious with a single mom.’

‘He looked at me like I was everything to him.’

‘It all came so easily; the conversation, the sex, it was like magic.’

‘It’s too good to be true is what it is.’

As the thoughts rolled deeper and deeper, she wiped her face and picked herself up off the floor and into the shower. As soon as the steam cleared her senses, she could properly smell her hair; the smokey scent of the bar along with.. Eddie’s cologne.

Her tears halted, picking up a large chunk of her hair and bringing it to her nose to revel in him one more time before she had to wash him away. She tried to focus on the sounds around her and the feeling of the cold soap hitting her hands before working it in her palms and scrubbing her hair, but the safe warm feelings Eddie brought her lingered.

After accepting the calls from Stella and Robin, confirming their safety, Y/n peeled back the covers of her too big bed and slipped inside, positioning her pillows around herself to throw a leg and arm over.

She wondered what it would’ve been like for him to throw a blanket over the two of them, settle into his chest, plant kisses there and trace his beautiful face, holding him exactly like this, kissing him some more, asking him more questions about his life..

But of course, those weren’t possibilities because toddlers come before boys, always. But it didn’t mean she couldn’t think about it.

And think about it she did, until she couldn’t hold her eyes open anymore, drifting off to dream about his curly hair fanned out around him on her pillow, his hands intertwined with hers, and his smiling cheeks accepting her doting kisses.

Part 2?

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𝙼𝙴𝙴𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙾𝙽𝚂 - chapter 7: want some, need some.

𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢 - as wedding plans continue, you're struggling the avoid the reality of your situation, and a trip to the movies seems to only add more confusion.

𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 - 6.2k

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 - bullying, implied/mentioned drug use, angst

As the guys started packing up their instruments, you stepped up to the stage, looking up at them. “Great job!” you offered— Eddie didn’t turn around from unplugging an amp, but you could see his cheeks rise with a grin.

Gareth beamed at you. “Thanks!”

“Where’d you guys learn to play like that?”

“Well, I actually taught myself,” Greg offered with a blush dusting his cheeks.

“Oh my god, really?!” you gasped. “That’s incredible! You’re so talented.”

“You know, I, uh—” Eddie stood up and spun around with a proud smirk, sauntering towards you— “I taught myself to play, too.”

“Yeah, uh huh,” you mumbled. “Jeff! Your guitar sounds so cool!”

“Oh, thanks— my mom got it for me,” he explained, then cleared his throat. “That’s super lame now that I say it out loud.”

“Nah, that’s sweet,” you decided, gently colliding your fist with his shoulder in a show of friendly affection.

“I saw you singing along at the end,” Gareth noticed, “if you ever wanted to join in for a show as our backup singer—”

“Oh, nonono,” you shook your head, “I only sing in the shower.”

“That is bullshit,” Eddie pointed at you. “You sang Wouldn’t It Be Nice with me—”

“That was one time,” you defended.

“— you sang Your Love in my van—”

“I— that’s different,” you mumbled, cheeks warming at the memory.

“And I heard you belting Madonna in your room the other night,” he finished confidently.

“What— you heard that?!” you whined, getting even more embarrassed.

“Hard not to when you were blasting the radio like that,” he rolled his eyes. “I was halfway across the house and you were singing so loud— at night I lock the doors where no one else can see, I’m tired of dancing here all by myself, tonight I wanna dance with someone else!”

You jumped up on the stage to shove him as punishment for his unflattering impression of your singing voice. “Shut up! I do not sound like that!”

“You do!” he insisted.

“Whatever,” you frowned, crossing your arms, and he laughed a little more before getting back to packing up the band’s equipment.

When he walked away to carry one of the speakers out the back to where his van was parked, Jeff gave you a look— one you noticed but couldn’t exactly define. “So,” he began, “you and Eddie are… bonding.”

“I guess,” you shrugged. “We might as well try to get along since I don’t know how long it’ll be before one of us can afford to move out.”

“Right,” Jeff nodded. “I’m glad to see you two are close.”

“Close? Woah,” you laughed thinly, “that’s a stretch. You saw him just now— he makes fun of me all the time.”

“Well, yeah, but—”

“Don’t,” Gareth suddenly interjected.

“What?” Jeff turned to him defensively, but the drummer only shook his head and kept unscrewing the nut to detach his snare. “I wasn’t gonna say anything.”

“About what?” you pressed.

“Uh—” Jeff stalled, like he’d forgotten you were right there. “Nothing— don’t worry about it.”

“Wait, what are you guys talking about?” you frowned. “Did he say something to you guys? ‘Cause I thought that kid was joking when he said Eddie talks about me at Hellfire…”

“He was!” Gareth agreed. “Now can we talk about something else?”

“Dude,” Jeff frowned, “come on, she’s not an idiot.”

“Yeah, and she doesn’t like it when you talk about her like she’s not here,” you snapped.

“Sorry,” he apologized, looking at you again. “It’s just that Eddie has always—”

“He’s gonna kill you,” Gareth sing-songed quietly as he kept working.

“Zip it!” Jeff warned him. “You remember taking the club picture in 1983, right?”

“Yeah,” you nodded.

“Well, even before that, but especially after,” Jeff continued, “Eddie sort of had this… thing for—”

Eddie’s shriek suddenly getting louder was your only warning before he tackled the other guitarist to the ground. You gasped and stepped back, nearly falling off the edge of the stage, as they wrestled in front of your feet.

“Shut up!” Eddie warned him loudly as they struggled, and Jeff’s laughter made you feel more relieved that they weren’t really fighting, just… being guys.

“Ever since she took that picture you’ve been so—” Jeff started again, but Eddie’s hand covered his mouth.

“What did you tell her?!” Eddie interrogated, and Jeff growled as he fought for the upper hand, making Eddie laugh and push him back down.

You sighed and rolled your eyes. “Boys,” you mumbled to yourself, glancing at Gareth’s half-deconstructed drumset. You saw a tom left on the ground and picked it up, carrying it on your hip as you stepped out the back. It was much quieter there— dark and kinda of misty with a light rain, cicadas singing in the distant trees.

Gareth was standing by his car with the open hatchback, and smiled when he saw you. “Hey, thanks,” he nodded.

“Sure,” you smiled back, setting it in the trunk with the other drums already inside. “Can I ask what you and Jeff were talking about just now?”

Gareth sighed. “I think it’s better if you ask Eddie that question.”

“That won’t work,” you sighed, “he’ll just say something stupid like oh, wouldn’t you like to know, sweetheart? and then distract me by doing the most annoying thing he can think of at the moment.”

Gareth snorted. “Yeah, sounds like Eddie.”

“Do you know what his problem is with me?” you asked nervously. “Like, why he tries to drive me crazy so much?”

Gareth looked away from you. “Listen, all I know is he told us we weren’t allowed to ask you out.”

“Wait— what?!” you sputtered. You could think of a million questions to ask right then— Was one of you going to ask me out? Did he say that at Hellfire or band practice? Did he make this rule recently? Does he normally decide who you can and can’t ask out? — but in the time it took Gareth to walk across the asphalt to the back door of the bar, you only got out one: the simplest and most important one. “Why?”

Gareth turned back at you with a smile on his face, calling out so you could hear him across the parking lot. “‘Cause you’re his sister!” he answered before stepping in and disappearing.

You refused to acknowledge the way that answer disappointed you.

“I know it’s pretty casual but—” she began, looking a little shy as she stepped out from behind the curtain, but you cut her off with a sigh as you clutched your hands to your chest.

“Mom, it’s beautiful,” you informed her, and she smiled wider.

“Really?” she asked, turning to the three mirrors angled around her. It was short, for a wedding dress, and relatively simple except for the intricate beading around the neckline that followed to the straps over her shoulders. “I just didn’t want it to drag on the ground, since we’ll be outside.”

Yes, the backyard wedding idea had been finalized— the ceremony and reception would be right at home, which was pretty convenient but also a little intimidating. The budget available meant that almost every aspect had to be either DIY or some kind of shortcut: you got a deal on catering from Enzo’s because you worked your summer before junior year waitressing there and the owner still liked you; your mom didn’t want you to have to worry about being the photographer along with everything else you had to do, so your classmate Kate offered to do it as long as she got a free meal and could make copies for her portfolio; even the honeymoon was a bargain, an old buddy of Wayne’s had a cabin on Lake Michigan that he would let them stay in for the week after the wedding.

But, you convinced your mom to spend as much as she needed on her dress. A lot of things can be done affordably, and a lot of compromises can be made here and there, but if she didn’t feel beautiful on her day then it would all be a waste.

“I think it’ll look really nice,” you smiled, “especially with some jewelry— oh! Maybe a flower crown.”

“You don’t think I’m too old for that?” she worried.

“Mom, come on, you’re not old,” you dismissed.

“But will I look like I’m trying to look young?”

“You’ll look amazing!” you insisted.

“Well, if you say so,” she beamed, twirling her skirt for a moment— it was adorable, actually. “Oh! I almost forgot. I picked your dress out, too.”

“My… my dress?” you repeated.

“Yeah!” she announced as she faced you again. “Your flower girl dress! You should try it on!”

But when she brought it into the changing room for you, you literally thought she was joking for a second. When you realized she was serious, you could already see it— Eddie laughing hysterically at the sight of you, your face burning, having to spend the whole night in that abomination of a dress.

“Isn’t it cute?” she beamed. “It reminds me of the dresses you wore when you were little…”

“I’m… sure it does,” you agreed, swallowing down your hatred for the garment when you realized how much it meant to her. And yes, it looked just as bad— if not worse— on you as it did on the hanger. But it wasn’t about you; it was about how happy she looked when you stepped out in the bright pink, puffy, fluffy, lace-and-tulle-drowned mess she picked.

“And can you believe it’s only thirty dollars?” she announced happily as you stood in front of the triple mirrors.

I can’t believe they’re not paying me for the trouble of wearing it, you thought, but you only offered her a half-hearted smile in the reflection.

When you returned home from the bridal boutique, as your mom announced she would go hang your newly-purchased dresses in the closet, you heard a frantic shuffling coming from your room; instantly you barged in and found Eddie kneeling in front of scattered photographs, a shoebox overturned nearby that he was trying to scoop them back into— but he froze as you gasped.

“Damn it, Eddie!” you yelped.

“I swear, I was just looking for a flashlight,” he raised his hands defensively.

“Really? In the shoebox under my bed?” you snapped.

“Well— I was just looking under your bed for the flashlight. And then I found the shoebox…” he trailed off, and you groaned as you marched across the room and snatched the box away— but he still had the ones in his hands.

You knew already what he’d seen— there were all sorts of pictures in there, nearly six years’ worth of Polaroids with sentimental value, but the ones he was holding were of Jonathan. He was probably expecting (possibly hoping?) to find pictures of you naked— even though you’d told him already that you don’t take those— but instead he saw all the special moments you’d hidden away… which was almost as bad as seeing you naked.

“You said you and Jonathan weren’t that close,” he noticed. “When did you take all these, then?”

You got down on the floor in front of the spread of pictures and sighed. “Okay, we were close. And then…”

“Then?”

“Then he started dating Nancy Wheeler.”

Eddie paused for a second, then nodded. “Ah…” he sighed softly.

“And then he moved to fucking California.”

“Wow, Fucking California. Sounds way cooler than the regular California.”

“Seriously, Ed," you rolled your eyes. "And he said he would call, but he already didn’t call that much anymore before he left.”

You pulled the pictures out of his hands, stopping when you saw them. The first one was Jonathan eating a cone at Scoops Ahoy. He’d told you he wouldn’t be caught dead at the mall, but then you dragged him in to convince him to try their Peanut Butter Pecan flavor and soon he was just as much of an addict to it as you were. The other photo made you sigh. It was just Jonathan behind his camera, snapping a picture, but that was how you remembered him: behind the camera.

“This picture…” you trailed off. “He was supposed to keep the other one that he took, of me taking a picture of him. I don’t even know if he still has it. He probably threw it out when he left.”

“Aw, come on,” Eddie tilted his head, “don’t say that— he’d have to be heartless to do that.”

“Well…” you shrugged, looking down, and he let the moment linger for a second before he reached forward and took the photos out of your hands, tossing them back into the shoebox with the rest of them before slamming the lid.

“Wanna do something fun?” he encouraged randomly.

“Uh, no,” you frowned, giving him a look. “Not with you.”

“Let’s go to the movies,” he suggested anyway, “my treat. I thought that new movie Legend looked kinda cool.”

“I… really should be studying…” you trailed off.

“Nah, you’ll be fine,” he insisted, “you deserve to enjoy yourself for a night.”

“And I’m supposed to enjoy myself at the movies with you?” you realized, raising an eyebrow at him.

“How do you normally enjoy yourself?” he wondered. “Lemme guess: bubble bath, candles, and—”

“George Michael on the Walkman, yep,” you agreed, “I’m not even gonna try to deny it because I’m not ashamed.”

“And you shouldn’t be!” he beamed. “I’m just saying, maybe it would do you some good to get out of the house.”

“I was just out,” you reminded him.

“Yeah, with your mom,” he rolled his eyes, “that doesn’t count. How’d dress shopping go, by the way?”

“Oh, it was fine,” you sighed, “but you’re gonna laugh when you see me in my dress.”

“How bad is it?” he grinned.

“So bad, I look like a Peep,” you whined.

“Aw, I like Peeps,” he pouted, “so it sounds to me like you’ll look delicious.”

Weirdly enough, that was almost comforting. “So, Legend, what’s it about?”

He grinned. “You’ll see.”

He opened the van door for you, bowing and swinging his arm out dramatically. “What’s with the showmanship?” you scoffed as you hopped down and walked past him, letting him shut the door behind you and dash to catch up.

“Can’t a guy just believe in chivalry?” he announced proudly, following you across the parking lot to the glittering lights of the Cineplex.

“I guess,” you shrugged, walking beside him to the ticket booth. “If you get the tickets, I’ll get the snacks.”

“Now now, wouldn’t a true gentleman pay for everything?” he challenged, and you rolled your eyes.

“Wouldn’t a true gentleman wear unripped jeans?”

“Hm,” he frowned, “fair. And I’m also kinda broke, so, thanks for the snacks.”

“Don’t thank me yet, we’re gonna have to share a popcorn,” you laughed, “I’m broke too.”

As you approached the box office, Eddie smiled at the gum-chewing teenager behind the glass. “Two for Legend, please,” he requested as he slid a ten across the counter.

The kid, smacking their Hubba Bubba, glanced at him, then you, then him again, before sliding your tickets back to you.

You got a similar reaction from the guy behind the counter doling out snacks. He actually stuttered a little when he saw the two of you and asked, "C-can I get you anything?"

"A large popcorn, extra butter, two sodas aaaaand… Sour Patch Kids?" you turned to Eddie for approval of your order.

"As long as you save the yellow ones for me," Eddie agreed.

"Oh perfect, I don't like the yellow ones," you smiled as the employee set the massive popcorn bag in front of you.

"How can you not like the yellow ones?" Eddie scoffed.

"They're just too sour," you shrugged. "I like the ones that are sweet on the inside."

"I mean, I like those too," he admitted. "I like the blue ones, what flavor are those supposed to be?"

"I think they're blue raspberry," you replied, more focused on handling the sodas being handed to you, but Eddie took his and continued.

"You know, I never understood that. There aren't actually blue raspberries, are there?"

You sighed and followed Eddie, drinks and snacks in tow, to theater number four. "Not any that I'd wanna eat," you replied.

Eddie held the swinging door open for you, and you walked up the incline to the middle of the theater; he stood beside you, taking it in, looking up and down the rows of seats where some other people were finding their own places. “Okay, where do you usually sit?” he asked.

“Two-thirds back because—”

“That’s where the sound engineer sits when they’re mixing the audio!” he finished for you, beaming.

“Y-yeah,” you agreed, beginning to smile back.

“See,” Eddie clicked his tongue, “I knew you were cool.”

You scoffed as you climbed the stairs with him up to the right spot in the theater. "No you didn't," you denied, "you said you were hoping for someone cooler."

"Huh?"

"When we met at that restaurant, right after mom and Wayne got engaged? You said you wanted someone cooler than me."

Eddie smiled as he motioned for you to slide down the row of seats first. He didn't respond to what you'd said until he sat next to you; "Well," he sighed as he got comfortable, "I guess I was just trying to match your energy."

"Of relentless pessimism?" you grinned, and he smiled in agreement. "Yeah… don't do that. I like it better when you're annoyingly upbeat."

When the movie began, before anything had even happened, you noticed a couple sitting in front of you begin aggressively making out. You clammed up at the sight, nervous in the presence of PDA, but when Eddie noticed, too, he just grinned and elbowed you to point it out.

“Yeah, I saw,” you whispered to him under your breath.

“Check this out,” he returned, waiting for the right moment to feign a cough and then “accidentally” kick the back of the guy’s seat. The couple broke apart and glared at him, and when you got a better look at them, you recognized the girl: Sally… something. You never really knew her, but she was in your class. Sally… Carter? Cartwright? Something like that.

“Hey man, can you watch it?” the boyfriend grimaced.

“Shh, the movie’s starting,” Eddie held his finger to his lips, and the young couple rolled their eyes and turned away again.

“Ten bucks says his hand’s up her shirt before the end of the first act,” you leaned in to whisper to Eddie, and he snorted softly.

“First act? Try first five minutes,” he replied.

Let’s just hope she doesn’t still stuff her bra…

As the movie continued, you both were too focused on it to notice what Sally and her date were up to. Though you weren’t sure what you were expecting, it was surprisingly dark— creepy, and unsettling, in that sort of… titillating way that movies like this could be.

Not that it was sexy! Sure, the part where Darkness tried to seduce the princess was interesting, but it wasn’t like that. It just put you on edge, and so did sitting next to Eddie.

You glanced at him every time your fingers brushed against his in the popcorn bowl, but he never reacted— his eyes were glued to the screen, reflecting back every frame that he was absorbing so thoroughly. You almost had more fun watching him watch it than actually watching it.

Another thing you hadn’t expected was to be scared by the movie; you usually weren’t that affected by scary movie moments, but unexpected violence had you whimpering quietly as you hid your face behind your hand. You looked down and inward, giving you a decent view of Eddie’s lap with his spread jean-clad legs and his chain hanging down between the chairs, and you almost gasped when you felt his arm wrap around you and pull you in.

“I’ll tell you when the scary part’s over,” he whispered under his breath, and you nodded as your forehead rested on his shoulder.

When you breathed in, you could smell him so strongly— in a good way, for once. He must’ve sprayed some cheap cologne on before the two of you left the house, but it was nice; you closed your eyes as you took another breath, feeling like his body heat could just melt you, feeling the way his hand held onto your shoulder tightly, feeling his soft t-shirt on your face…

“Okay,” he whispered, and you dropped your hand from your eyes, turning your head to look at the screen again.

For a second, you both lingered, and you wondered what would happen if you just rested your head on his shoulder and stayed there, and he kept his arm around you, and you snuggled up in the dark. It would be so terrible, for one, because… because! Just today you were watching your mom try on her dress for the wedding, and now you were thinking about making a move on the guy you were supposed to be related to soon?

You grimaced at your own horrific thoughts and sat up again, leaning back in your chair.

“Thanks,” you whispered to Eddie in appreciation of his… protection? Whatever it was, you appreciated it.

As you walked out of the theater, tossing the last of the popcorn into the bin along with your empty drinks and box of Sour Patch Kids, Eddie couldn’t contain himself.

“That was so sick!” Eddie announced excitedly, jumping up and down a couple times. “Oh my god, it was just like a D&D campaign! Oh, hold on, I need to make a campaign based on this movie, like, yesterday.”

“Really? That’s what D&D is like?” you pressed.

“You wanna play now, don’t you?” he noticed.

“Wha— no!” you denied sheepishly. “Do girls even play that?”

“Yeah, totally!” he beamed. “I mean… not a lot, but Sinclair’s sister plays.”

“Oh,” you laughed, “so literally girls play it. But do women?”

He snorted. “Yeah, I mean… I assume. I just haven’t met any. It’s a small town, y’know.”

“Right,” you agreed.

Eddie stiffened up suddenly as you turned out of the hallway into the lobby, glancing down. “Speaking of small town…” he trailed off.

“Huh?” you asked, but you were interrupted by a guy in a letter jacket walking up to the two of you.

“No way,” the stranger smirked, crossing his arms, “is this… the freak on a date?”

“It’s not a date,” you corrected, “we’re just—”

You realized mid-way through that you didn’t know the end of that sentence: friends? siblings? mortal enemies?

“It’s not a date,” you repeated again in lieu of finishing your thought.

“Well, that’s a relief,” the jock sighed. “Would hate to see what happens to any girl that dares to go out with someone like you.”

Eddie just shook his head, but amazingly didn’t say anything— and you leaned in and narrowed your eyes as you examined the stranger’s face and realized he wasn’t much of a stranger after all.

“Oh shit, you’re not— Carver? Jason Carver?” you realized. “Gosh, you grew up.”

He looked way too proud of himself, as if he had any control over his own aging. “Yeah, I did,” he beamed.

“You used to be the most pretentious little pipsqueak of all the sophomores,” you recalled with a laugh, making Jason’s smile falter. “And look at you now… you’re not even smart enough to be called ‘pretentious’.”

He scoffed defensively. “Whatever…”

“Let’s go,” you mumbled to Eddie, who took a step with you towards the door, but Jason stopped you with a hand on your arm that you shrugged off instantly.

“How’s your boyfriend doing, by the way? Gary Thompson?” he asked with a shit-eating grin. You knew he knew— he wouldn’t ask if he didn’t— and considering his… connection to Gary's affairs, it was easy for him to know.

“Well, last I heard he was cheating on me with a parade of other girls, including your unstoppable slut of an older sister,” you shot back, “but it’s been a while so it’s hard to say.”

“Hey!” Jason barked, stepping up to you. “Leave my sister out of it.”

“Right back at you,” Eddie sneered.

That seemed to stun Jason long enough for you to grab Eddie’s wrist and drag him out of the theater— he yanked away when you were in the parking lot, rubbing where you’d held as if you hurt him.

“I’m sorry you had to see that,” he offered to break the silence. “And I’m sorry he said that shit to you— it wouldn’t have happened if I wasn't with you…”

You didn’t say anything, so he trailed off. As you got in the van again, plunged into that specific silence that only exists inside a car where two people aren’t talking, you gnawed your lip.

“He normally doesn’t get to me like that,” Eddie continued with a sigh as he started the engine, shaking his head, “it’s just ‘cause he did that in front of you.”

“You called me your sister…" you noticed quietly.

"Yeah," he smiled. "I like doing that. It feels right."

And you knew that this wasn't a date, but hearing Eddie say that made you remember why it couldn't be a date— which made you feel guilty, and gross, for almost wishing that it was.

You started to get so angry, mostly with yourself, and when you got angry you started to cry. You tried to turn away, to stare out the window so he wouldn’t see, but he did. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you whispered, knowing your voice would break if you spoke any louder.

“C’mon, you can tell me,” he promised, his hand coming to rest on your shoulder— but you shrugged it off.

“We’re not family,” you reminded him. “Not really. You’re not my brother. Stop acting like it.”

There was a long silence, maybe the longest you’d ever been silent with Eddie; or, more accurately, the longest he’d been silent with you. You wanted to look over your shoulder and see what he was doing— other than driving— see if you could read the look on his face. But then you’d be giving in first, you’d be admitting defeat.

So you just stared out the window at the town rolling by as Eddie drove.

Inspired by what Eddie said the day before, even if the two of you hadn’t spoken much since then, you gave Jonathan a call after you got home from work while the house was still empty. You weren’t actually expecting him to pick up— you figured it would be his mom, if anything, and that she’d tell you he was out but that he would call you back, and then he wouldn’t.

So you were surprised to hear his voice on the other end when the ringing stopped: “Hello?”

“Jonathan!” you said, suddenly realizing you sounded much too excited. “Um, hey…”

“Hey,” he replied, “it’s been a while— too long.”

“Yeah,” you agreed.

“I’m… sorry for being quiet,” he choked.

“No, I can hear you fine,” you promised, leaning against the wall— since it was the phone in the kitchen that you were using.

“I mean, like, I didn’t call as much as I said I would,” he clarified, and you nodded with a silent ‘oh’. “And I was gonna write, but… it’s been busy.”

“I’m sure,” you offered. “It’s been busy here too! So much has happened… I’ve been waiting to tell you.”

“Go ahead,” he prompted, and you smiled— but then you looked down.

“Actually, I meant to ask you something.”

“Uh huh?”

“Do you remember when you first got the Pentax and I got my second Land camera— after the first one got thrown in the lake— and we took pictures of each other?”

“Well, we were always taking pictures,” he recalled.

“Yeah, but— the one where we’re literally taking pictures of each other at the same time.”

“Oh! Yeah, of course.”

You fiddled with the curly phone cord nervously. “Do you still… have the one you took of me?”

“What? Yeah, it’s in my album,” he answered quickly. “Why?”

You tensed up. Now you felt bad for thinking he threw it out— and you didn’t want to tell him the real reason that you asked about it, and give away your insecurity. It might come across as guilt-tripping anyways.

“Do you want a copy?” he asked. “I still have the negative.”

“Yes!” you said excitedly as he supplied a perfect excuse for you. “Yeah, we’re doing this, like, self-portrait assignment in one of my classes, I thought it might be good inspiration.”

“Yeah, I’ll mail you one,” he offered.

“Thanks,” you sighed, “that’ll be great.”

“So… h-how have things been with you?” he asked after a pause.

You weren’t sure where to start. “Uh, well, there’s this guy—”

“Oh?” Jonathan interrupted, before you could add that key step-brother detail, and you rolled your eyes.

“Not like that— he can’t stand me. I can’t stand him!”

“Uh huh…”

“Seriously, he’s— ugh. You don’t get it. He’s literally making it his life’s mission to irritate me. He has no respect for my space, o-or my sanity.”

“Sounds difficult.”

“Jonathan, he’s an actual living nightmare,” you assured.

Just then, you heard the front door slam, and the loud voice of Eddie, because of course. You were about to ask him to quiet down while you were on the phone (even though it wouldn’t work), but then you realized Wayne was with him— and you heard what they were saying.

“How did he even find our new address?” Eddie groaned.

“Well, I gave it to him,” Wayne admitted, and you heard Eddie scoff. “I thought maybe you’d wanna answer him this time… a lot has changed, he’d probably like to hear about it.”

“You can tell him,” Eddie suggested sharply, “you’re the one that’s getting married, getting a stepdaughter— why don’t you just tell him yourself?”

“Well, Edward, I think he’d rather hear from you.”

“I’m sure he would!” Eddie spat. “What about me, huh, what do you think I want? Y’think maybe I want a dad who isn’t a criminal— and an asshole?!”

“Shit,” you hissed into the phone, “I’ve gotta go.”

“O-okay,” Jonathan stuttered.

“We’ll talk another time, okay?”

You set the phone on the hook and tried to stay quiet and still, not wanting to interrupt Wayne and Eddie… but also not wanting them to know you were listening.

“I know how you feel about him,” Wayne said flatly, “I know you’re still angry—”

“Aren’t you? He’s the one who got you stuck with me.”

“Hey now,” Wayne warned, his voice somehow both soft and stern. “You don’t have to write him back. But would you consider reading what he said to you?”

Eddie scoffed. “What did he say?”

“I don’t know, I didn’t read it.”

“Well, read it and tell me what it says.”

“No,” Wayne snapped, “he wrote it to you. You can read it yourself.”

There was a pause, and you heard paper crumpling— no doubt Eddie snatched the letter out of Wayne’s hand. A few footsteps later and you heard your bedroom door slamming.

Wayne stopped when he saw you in the kitchen, setting down the rest of the mail on the table. “Oh,” he said, “didn’t know you were in here.”

“Yeah,” you breathed, “um, I was just using the phone.”

He nodded.

“I’m gonna, uh… take a walk, I think,” you decided.

“Okay,” he agreed.

You rushed out the front door and crossed your arms as you strolled on the pavement; you figured it wasn’t worth trying to get into your room right now…

You killed some time, kicked a rock for a few strides, pet the dog in the yard two blocks down, and came back when you figured enough time had passed. Eddie was gone— Wayne said he went for a smoke, but you didn’t bother to ask what he was smoking: considering the circumstances, you could guess.

When you went back into your room, it was totally trashed; Eddie must have changed clothes when he got home, because he’d left his dirty shirt and jeans strewn out in the middle of the floor. His guitar was also laying on the floor with the cord dropped carelessly in a pile, his backpack was opened and there were books and folders coming out of it, some left opened on the desk, others just dropped on the floor as well.

Sighing, you dropped down to try to start cleaning up— this was a bi-weekly task now at least, picking up after Eddie if you had any hope of keeping your room in decent shape.

Eventually, you got the room mostly in order by kicking his dirty clothes aside and reorganizing his backpack, and your last step was the desk. There were papers in the wastebasket beside it, and the one on top was torn in half. Maybe you were naive, but you really assumed it was just a homework assignment or something, and you wondered how cruel it would have to be to merit that treatment. However, when your curiosity got the better of you and you grabbed the two halves to uncrumple and hold together, you froze. It was so clearly not your business, but you found yourself reading it before you could stop yourself.

Hey there Edward,

How are things with you? I still read the last letter you sent me all the time, but I wish I had a new one. Wayne doesn’t tell me much. Last I heard, you were moving into a new place with him and some woman. She’s got a daughter, right? Are you friends?

I don’t blame you for being angry with me, but I hope you write back anyway. No matter what, you’re always my boy.

Dad

Setting down the two halves, you furrowed your brows and reached in after the other papers. Your conscience was screaming at you not to do it, but you’d been feeling like a pretty bad person lately anyways. The first ball of paper unfurled in your hands, but there wasn’t much to see.

Hi Dad,

You can just call me Eddie

It stopped there, scribbled out and crumpled up. You reached in and unfolded the next one carefully, since it was already partially torn.

Dad—

Stop writing, please, it’s pretty sad

The next one wasn’t squished into a ball, just folded in half, and you unfolded it with a shaky breath.

Pops — yeah, we’re moving in with Wayne’s girlfriend, and she’s got a daughter, but I don’t know if we’re really friends. We weren’t before, but it’s getting better. Remember how I always wanted a brother? Well, I still do. This sister thing is kind of annoying.

Things are okay with me, and I’m actually going to graduate this year— really. I heard from my hardest teacher, Ms. O’Donnell, that I did well on the midterm paper, so as long as I can actually eek out a 30% or higher on the final exam, I’m golden.

But that’s not why I’m writing to you now. I’m only reaching out because I wanted to ask you about my mom. I didn’t see you two together very often, but you usually argued when I did. I was just wondering if you ever really loved her? Please answer honestly. It’s okay if you didn’t, accidents happen. But I guess I’m hoping you’ll say that there was something real between you two before you left and before she died. Did you ever think about getting married?

I guess I’m thinking about it because

The letter stopped again, right when it was getting good; you sighed, guilt for your snooping making your stomach sink, and shoved the papers back into the trash can. You hoped that he eventually finished one to send… not because of the whole ‘he’s your dad, you have to talk to him’ thing because that’s crap, although you could appreciate it as someone who would give anything for a chance to write to your own dad again. Really, you just thought Eddie should write back because he clearly had some unfinished business with him.

But, you knew it was also not even close to any of your business; sighing and shaking your head, you picked up the bin and carried it to the kitchen to dump into the big trash can. The discarded letters bounced down, but the small papers at the very bottom of the wastebasket fell in last, so light that they fluttered down like leaves on a tree before they rested on top of the rest of the trash. You sighed at the sight of two ticket stubs for Legend at the Cineplex.

You walked back to your room with the empty bin and, in a masterful show of restraint, waited about thirty seconds before running back into the kitchen and grabbing the two stubs out of the trash and shoving them in your pocket.

#eddie munson x reader #stepbrother!eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fic

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mooodyblue · 2 years ago

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hello darling!!! could I request 70s!caregiver!elvis x little!reader, where reader always gets sad when it’s time for Elvis to go perform. To distract her, he asks reader to color him the best picture while he’s gone, and he praises her giving him what she colored?

of course only write it if you feel like it!!! hope you are well <3

i loved this request sm!! hope you enjoy!

pretty picture | cg!70s!elvis x little!reader

warnings: little space, age regression

wc: 750

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being elvis's baby, he has to bring you everywhere. he loved you and even considered you as his lucky charm. of course, that means he brings you along to all his shows. hearing elvis sing was always such an honor, but you missed him while he was on stage. so here you were, sitting on a couch in his dressing room, kicking your legs back and forth as elvis finished getting ready for his show. "d'ya really have to go out there?" you asked sadly.

elvis crouched down as much as his suit would let him, placing a hand on your knee. "you know i have to, baby. but you love hearin' me sing, don't ya?"

you nodded. "but you wont be here." you hated being away from elvis. rarely did you ever leave his side but anytime he had to go on stage or do an interview, there was a slight sadness in your heart just having to be in another room away from him. "i only like it when you sing to me."

he chuckled. "well, there's a whole lotta people who feel the same way. you get to hear me every day, maybe even more than anyone else. the people out there don't get to hear me sing often." vernon knocked on the door and gave him a five minute warning, causing you to whine slightly.

"don't want you to go."

"hmm." elvis stood up, "hold on, baby." suddenly, he left the room to go ask for something. he knew you struggled a little with him leaving to perform so he tried to come up with a solution to distract you for an hour. he returned with a coloring page and a small box of crayons. "let's try this." he placed everything on the table he usually did his makeup on, patting the chair for you to come sit. you got up and sat down, looking at the coloring page. "i want you to take your time and color somethin' real pretty. i wanna see this page full of pretty lil' colors."

your eyes lit up, kicking your feet excitedly. you were going to color the prettiest picture for elvis! "alright, i gotta go darlin'." he placed a kiss to the top of your scalp, "make me somethin' real nice. remember, stay here and who do you get when you're in trouble?"

"jerry." you responded, proudly.

"that's my good girl, such a good listener. see you in a bit. love you, baby." he gave you one last kiss and a final goodbye before leaving you to your coloring page. you found yourself sad again now that he was gone, but now you had a mission to fill the page with something pretty just for him. maybe he'd even put it on the fridge if he loved it enough. as the intro played and the screams got louder, you began to immerse yourself into your new activity.

you did as he said, not leaving the room, only having jerry check on you occasionally. you were so focused on coloring, you didn't even realize the show had ended until you heard commotion outside and elvis thanking everyone. you gasped at the sight of elvis opening the door, "daddy!" you jumped up and gave him tight hug. he chuckled, wrapping his arms around you. "you sang really pretty today!"

he grinned, "did i? was thinkin' about my lil' baby backstage the whole time." he shut the door behind him and wiped off his face with a towel. "now, i believe you got somethin' for me?"

you ran over to the table and picked up the page, holding it proudly for elvis. elvis let out a gasp, "oh lord, would ya look at that!" he took the page from you, examining it closely. "you're so talented honey, my god! you did this all yourself, huh? i'm proud of ya darlin'" you nodded proudly. "what can't my baby girl do?" elvis loved it so much, he opened the door to hold it up to everyone backstage. "look at this! look at what my pretty girl colored, ain't this a beauty?" he shook his head in disbelief. "this should be in a museum."

you hid shyly behind elvis, finding yourself feel smaller at all the compliments. "thank you." you said quietly.

as they called elvis to leave the venue, he wrapped his arm around you, still carefully holding the colored page in his hand. "lets get ya back to the hotel. need to put this in safe keeping."

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#elvis x reader

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aikoionic · 2 years ago

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prologue; Presenting, [name] as ‘Dreamy Girl’!

⌇pairing - quackity x reader

⌇summary - Alex aspires to become a big star, but there’s something in the way, his name. His best friend Karl claims it doesn’t roll off the tongue like all the big stars. The friends go to the premiere of Alex’s celebrity crush, [name]’s, newest film; ‘DREAMY GIRL’

⌇masterlist

⌇taglist - [open], ask to be added :)

⌇songs - Ajab Si & Dhoom Taana - Om Shanti Om Tracklist

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“Nobody can blow out the candle of life,

that is protected by God himself..”

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ROLL SOUND,

CAMERA,

ACTION!

“Hey!, Have you ever loved someone?”

“Yes!” The audience cheered.

“Have you ever lost your heart to them?”

“Yes!” They screamed again.

“So have I!” The man on stage threw his jacket up in the air towards the audience, Alex outstretched his hand, fighting the fan girls for the jacket. After pulling it back and forth with the girl beside him, he finally got it and wrapped it around himself.

Alex imagined himself up on that stage, people screaming for him and fighting for his jacket.

“CUT!, Great shot guys, lunch break!”

Alex made himself as small as possible in the jacket and tried to sneak away.

“Hey, You!” He heard someone shout after him.

“Me?” He smirked, thinking someone was finally wanting to cast him.

“Yes, you! Where do you think you are going with that jacket?”

“Well, he gave to me with love, ya know, so I wore it.”

“Huh! Give the jacket kid, could’ve damaged it, get lost. You don’t become famous wearing the jacket, you need some talent too.”

Alex stood there embarrassed, “Sir!!” He exclaimed as he walked away, it was no use though, the costume man had taken the treasured jacket and crushed his confidence in one sentence.

“Did you see that Karl!?”

“Don’t mind him, man. How can a random costume man know the worth of a future superstar?” Karl said, slipping his sunglasses onto Alex’s head.

“A superstar..” Alex trailed off, looking up while wondering.

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“You really think I could become a star?” Alex said, while the friends walked around the outside of the set.

“I’m sure, Alex.” Karl mumbled reassuringly.

“My mom says that too..”

“Every small-time actors mom says that to them, that’s just how mothers are!, But you, you’ll surely become one. What don’t you have? Style, Hair, Face, Grace. You’re overflowing with talent, man!”

Alex grinned, looking away bashfully. Can he really make it in the industry?

“Except, there is just one obstacle between you and stardom..”

Alex’s eyes darted up, he jogged after Karl. “What is it?!”

“Your name.”

“ALEXIS! when are you going to pay your bill? It’s been piling up for months now!” The food stand owner shouts while they take a seat.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll pay up soon, sir.” He said while taking a bite of his sandwich.

“In this life or the next?”

“Which lifetime does your bread belong to? This life or the one before? It’s hard as rock.” Alex remarked.

“Listen, Karl, the day I become a big star, the first thing I’m gonna do is shut down his stand!” He whispered angrily.

He turned back to the owner, “Better remember my name man, Alexi-“

Karl stopped him for speaking anymore, “Thats the thing, dude…” Karl said smacking the table with his hands. He turned Alex to face him. “Just Alex will do, but this ‘Alexis’, how will it get you to stardom?”

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“You know what, you’re right Karl. Why did my Dad have to give me this name?”

Before Karl could reply, A car rushed through the gates of the park where they were filming.

“Here comes everyone’s favourite…”

“Sam Park..” They say together, mesmerised.

He steps out of his fancy car and greets everyone, fans coming up for autographs and pictures, bodyguards pushing everyone to make way. Everything Alex wants to have..

“One of the best actors..” Alex says whilst staring at him.

“See, now that’s a superstars name! Short and simple. Listen, dude, remove the end of your name, boom! Nothing stopping you now.”

“Alright! I’m ready to change my name, but you know what Mom will say..”

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“NOO!!” Alex’s mom screams so loud the whole town probably heard it.

“Oh, God! What am I hearing? My Alexis wants to change his name?!, Tell me, what’s wrong with your name? It was chosen specially by your father.” She finishes her rant looking longingly at the framed picture of her husband on the wall.

He threw his arms up in the air. “I can tolerate our last name and my middle name, but Alexis? Mom, it isn’t memorable, how can I become famous like this?” Alex turned away dramatically.

His mother grabs his face and cradles it in her palms. “You’ll definitely become a superstar one day, my dear. My heart says so, a mother’s heart says so!” She emphasised.

“To hell with a mothers heart!” Alex moved away from her, as she gasped.

“I’ll never become a star in this life, with this kind of name. I’ll die as a junior artist,” He paused and pointed to the picture. “Like dad did.”

“Oh my! Alexis’ father I’m glad you aren’t alive to hear this!” She exclaimed, tracing the frame with her finger.

“Oh, gosh! You really overact, Mom. Now I know why you never become an actress.”

“What? I’m overacting? Did you know, I was called for a screen test for Titanic, Had I not been pregnant with you, then I would’ve been Rose instead of Kate Winslet. Well, she wasn’t too bad, but if I had been in the movie-“

“It would’ve flopped Mom!” Alex said while he finished tying his laces.

“The truth is Mom, you are a junior artist, Dad was a junior artist, and maybe I, too, will stay a junior artist. Goodbye!” He ran out the front door.

“Alexis, wait! I made food!.. Idiot, why does he get so upset.” She crossed her arms.

Karl waltzed over, “What’s up, ma’am? What happened?”

“Look, Karl! Your useless friend fought with me again! Didn’t even stay for food.”

“Not even food?!” Karl asked. “He must’ve gone to the bridge to meet his girlfriend..” Karl laughed.

“Girlfriend?” Alex’s Mom wondered.

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“How are you, [name]? Everything’s fine? You do know why I keep coming back to you right?” Alex said. “Because you are my courage, my strength, my dream, my path and my destination. You-“ He paused. “Hey, you’re not getting bored right?..” he chuckled.

The people passing by him look at him like he’s insane, I mean why else would he be speaking to a billboard?

“You know that I’m a good actor. Mom and Karl say I’ll become a big star, but I want to become a star only for you. So that I can stand next to you and say-“ he held his hand up. “Hey, you aren’t getting bored are you?..” He smiles. “Thanks, this is your best quality you know, I keep talking but you never get bored. You keep smiling..” he looks up at the billboard, God, he wished you knew how gorgeous and talented he finds you.

“And I know you’ve got millions of fans, but remember this.. No one can love you more than I do. And yes, if you were [name] the junior artist instead of [name] the superstar, I’d still love you the same. And we’ll surely meet one day.”

“And that day isn’t far, my friend!” Karl interrupted him, startling Alex.

“Karl, Mom, when did you come?” He panicked “why didn’t you tell me!?”

“Didn’t feel it was necessary, move!” His mom pushed him out of the way. “Let me take a look and my daughter-in-law! Oh my, she like a sparkling diamond!” She said analysing the billboard.

A picture of [name] wearing the prettiest clothes and jewellery. At the bottom, ‘Starring, [name], as DREAMY GIRL!’.

“Mom, stop it.” Said an embarrassed and red Alex.

His Mom moved away from him, still salty from before.

“Oh, Mom. Please forgive me for being rude today.”

“It’s alright, My Prince! I’m sure, someday, you’ll be a star too. You’ll be on a film poster, just like this! Your mother says so!”

“Well..” Karl trails off, remembering what Alex had said when his Mom said that same thing about an hour ago.

“Shut up” Alex smacks Karl in the arm “Of course Mom.” He smiled sweetly at her.

“Here, son, tie this around your wrist, it’ll always grant you protection. And grant your wish to meet [name].” She winked at him.

“Really?” Alex said full of hope.

“Really!” His mother squished his cheeks.

“And this can happen tonight!” Karl butted in the conversation to say what he’s been bursting to this whole time.

“Tonight? What’s happening tonight?”

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“Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the premiere of ‘DREAMY GIRL’!”

Hundreds of people gathered outside the theatre, around the red carpet with police trying to keep everyone settled. All the stars who were in the movie getting camera’s flashed in their face, car after car pulled up with the screams of fans getting louder and louder.

A familiar car pulled before the carpet, and the crowd knew exactly who it was.

“Sam Park!” Karl shouted over the crowd, though Alex still could barely hear him. Alex daydreamed once again about how badly he wanted to be in his place.

“Here is the king of romance, Sam Park, and his lovely wife!” The hostess exclaimed into the mic.

“OH MY GOD! HE TOUCHED ME!” Karl screamed, but Alex couldn’t care for his fanboying, because he was here for one person and one person only.

“Isn’t it a lovely evening? You look amazing Mrs Park. Well, Mr Park, when will you tell us all the good news?”

“Good news? That will happen next week. I’m sure just like last year, I will win best actor once again.” Sam chuckled.

His wife leaned into his ear, “She’s talking about the other good news.”

“What? What other good news?”

“The baby” She rolled her eyes at her egoistic husband.

“Oh yes! The baby, that too.”

“And here come the star of the night! [name], DREAMY GIRL herself!”

[name] steps out of the car elegantly, waving to the paparazzi and her fans.

Alex stares in awe, you are so much more stunning in real life.

[name] starts walking up the carpet, the crowd getting almost too much for the guards and police to handle.

Alex raises his hand to wave, and while she walks past with her dress flowing in the wind, his protection bracelet get stuck on it. He gets pulled onto the carpet and glances confused at his wrist and looks up to see [name] walking infront of him. Is he dreaming?

Everyone is cheering at him, and he stops, which pulls on her dress.

She looks back and sees Alex right behind her. She tilts her head in confusion as to why this random guy is following her on the carpet.

He realises and lifts his hand up to show that he is stuck to her dress.

[name] laughs in disbelief and grabs his wrist to untie it from her dress.

She flashes him a smile and turns around to keep walking.

Alex stands dumbfounded in the middle of the carpet, THE [name] just touched and smiled at him?

The guards grab him and pull him back to the crowd while he smiles at her back. She hears the commotion and turns back.

Alex places his hand on his chest like he’s been shot by her gaze. He smiles and goes limp in the guards grasp.

[name] laughs and turns back.

Karl grabs Alex from the guards arms and says, “Leave him! Don’t you know he’s a superstar too?” The guards move back to control the crowd. “You were awesome, dude! No one even got to greet her, but you caught her dress! Well, are you just gonna stand around or are you not gonna go inside to watch the premiere?” Karl rocks back and forth on his feet in excitement.

“Who’s gonna let us in man?” Alex sighs.

“Ta-da!” Karl whips out two tickets. “I have that sorted. Relax!”

“But these are James-“ Alex gets cut off.

“I know, I know, I snatched them while getting an autograph.” Karl grins at Alex. “Come on!” The pair fix their hair while walking up to the ticket person.

“Mr. James Trotsky! Please come in!” They say.

“Yes, thank you.” Karl says, while they both hide their faces in their jackets.

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The big, fancy theatre room is silent, while the movie starts.

Alex and Karl find their seats on the bottom floor near the front.

[name] starts the movie with her famous lines.

“They say this film’s gonna do much better than the last one, ‘lex, and that one was in the top 3 for 25 weeks!” whispered Karl, nudging his friend and using the nickname he’s used since they were kids.

[name] is on the top floor, watching from above. Alex isn’t interested in the movie, he’s watched it plenty of times since it’s release, about 5 days ago. He’s interested in [name] and stares lovingly at her at the top deck.

Karl pushes his head back towards the movie.

“‘Lex, you’re gonna get us killed! If they see us and the real James Trotsky comes, we’ll get beaten up!” Karl says worried.

“Nah, he’s a nice guy, he won’t say anything.” Alex true to convince Karl.

The dancing part of the film starts.

[name] dances and acts the screen, and Alex watches mesmerised.

He imagines him self as the love interest, dancing up there with her. He smiles to himself at the thought.

As the song ends, Alex doesn’t care anymore, he gets up and gives a standing ovation while Karl tries to pull him down, while the song speeds up, nearing the end, he gets louder and starts dancing. Karl decides to get up too and and dances with Alex, other people get up and everyone starts cheering. Security comes in and pulls Alex and Karl away. They run through the aisles avoiding the officers. Alex looks up to [name] and she smiles at him, he blows kisses at her and falls back while Karl pulls him out.

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Alex stumbles around, with his jacket on his head as hair. He mimics [name]’s dialogue, with his audience being Karl, a stray cat, and some kids who were out late.

He finishes up his performance, “Wow!” Karl yells drunkenly, “Applause, applause!” They all clap and cheer for him, and the cat meows in support.

“Can I say something, Karl?” He slurs.

“‘Course, man, anything”

“This year for the filmfares best actress award, will surely go to my love!”

“Of course she will get it!” Karl shouts. “But if the jury was here, they would have given you an award.

“Really?’ Alex asks. “Yeah!” Karl replies.

“When I become a star, I’ll get an award right?” Alex jumps around like a little kid.

“Of course you will!” Karl nudges him.

“When I become a star,” Alex turns whilst wobbling, “I’ll buy this penthouse.” He points to Sam Park’s house.

“Today, Mr. Park owns it, but one day it will be mine.” He says taking another sip.

“Sure it will!”

“Mr. Park lives like an old man, I’ll stay in style, ya know?”

“In style!” Karl throws his arms up.

“Fifteen or sixteen imported cars!”

“In style!” He shouts again.

“About 60 servants.”

“In style!”

“Annnnddd, I’ll have a round bed like in the movies. Every morning when I wake up before my feet even touch the ground someone will slip velvet slippers on me and hand me a glass of juice to start my day!”

“In style!” The both of them yell.

The kids and the cat stare at them both.

“Ah!” Karl says wiping his eyes.

“What happened?”

“Wow, ‘lex, you got me emotional”

“Why, what happened?”

“You’re gonna get the filmfare award later, but first!, accept this bottle award from me!” Karl hands him his empty bottle with a bow.

“Hey, press, take some photos!” They start posing while the children pretend to take photos.

“I’ve written a speech for this award too!” Alex exclaims.

“Everyone sit!” Karl and all the children squat down while Alex gets up on a box to deliver his speech.

“Ladies and gentlemen! I’ve tried to get you with all my heart.” He gestures to the bottle award. “So much so that the universe has conscripted to bring you to me.”

They all look at each other in confusion, Karl raises his hand. “One minute, sir! ‘Lex, I don’t get it.”

“Ooh, shall I make it simple?”

“A bit!”

“Take two!” He clears his throat.

“Ladies and gentlemen!, they say that if you want something with all you heart, then the entire universe works to help you get it. You all have given me what I wanted. Thank you all very much. I feel like the king of the worllldddd!” Alex throws his arms up and cheers. “And, I believe, that just like the films, in life too, everything is okay in the end. A happy ending.”

Karl tears up while looking at his best friend.

“And if it’s not so, then it’s not the end. The film isn’t over yet, my friend! It’s not over..”

Karl and the audience claps for him, Karl wipes his hot tears from his cheeks.

“I love you, I love you all! I love you Sam Park!”

A homeless guy trying to sleep gets up and yells at him.

“What a pathetic speech, get out of here I’m tryna sleep!”

“Hey, but I love you man!” Alex points at him.

The homeless guys raises his fists and threatens them.

“Hey, man, let it be! Run!” Karl grabs Alex by the arm and they both start running.

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Alex sneaks in the front door, past his mothers room, up the stairs and lessens his tie, he didn’t get caught! Or so he thought.

The light suddenly turns on, he whips around and sees his Mom.

“Alexis? Your home, son?”

“Yeah..”

“You took so long, I was so scared!”

“Oh, my dramatic mom! Why were you scared? No matter how late I am, I’ll return home. To you!”

She kisses his head. “Alright then, freshen up. I’ll heat some food for you.”

“Actually, I’ve had dinner already.”

“And you’ve drank too!” She smacks him.

Alex sighs, “Forgive me today, I’m sorry. You always used to say that this moon…”

“What moon?” She asks.

“Mom, the moon- Come here.” He drags her to the window. He points to the moon, which looks as bright as the sun tonight. “You always say that this isn’t the moon, but a dream that you have for me.” He smiles at her.

“Tonight, I touched that dream, Mom.” He reels his hands back in and puts them infront of her face. “With these very hands.”

“Really?”

“Yes!, Really!” He hugs her.

“Oh, my prince!..”

She then smacks him and he looks at her with confusion.

“Now sleep, Alex, you have a set to get to in the morning don’t you?”

Authors note: finally it’s done 😁, it might be too long to be a prologue, but there is a lot to this story so idk if it really matters. Also if you have any questions about anything you might not understand, feel free to comment and ask. It’s quite hard to translate it properly because it’s in hindi and I speak urdu, and translating is hard, so some things might not make loads of sense in english. You can ask to be on the tag list and idk when the updates will be since I have a few tests but I hope to post soon! Also, Alexis is a great name but it’s apart of the story that he wants his name to be shorter and stuff, but never be ashamed or want to change things about yourself, all of you are beautiful! Thank you for reading! (I am open to criticism, please tell me how I can improve my writing!)

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buckyownsmylife · 4 years ago

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I’ve Told You Now - Bucky Barnes smut

The one where alpha!Bucky fucks you in front of the other avengers

Warnings: smut, a/b/o dynamics, public sex, oral (f), p in v, possessiveness

Word count: 2.3k

A/N: Thank you to my lovely @wakingbeauty for giving this a read for me! This is strictly the product of mine and @navybrat817‘s belief that public sex should be more common in A/B/O dynamics, so there you have it 😊 Also, I used a prompt the sweet @jbreenr gave me ages ago for a headcanon and I asked to save it for this story since it made such perfect sense! Hope you guys like it! I might write more public sex A/B/O smut in the very near future!

Bucky’s P.O.V.

Everyday was the same. I’d wake up and join the rest of the team for breakfast to find out that despite the fact that someone had saved me a seat, that same someone had thought of a new joke to make at my expense.

If I thought Tony’s nicknames were bad, this was a whole new level. It’s like she wanted to find all the little ways to annoy me, while still remaining mindful of my recovery process and triggers.

I’d never met an omega like that before. Back in my time, omegas were mostly prim and proper, almost shy around alphas, even if they were starting to show a little more skin and entertain the possibility of staying closer to us for longer periods of time.

I wasn’t used to someone who felt so comfortable with my intimidating aura, and the alpha in me definitely couldn’t grow used to seeing so much of her skin all the time. By now, I was sure she was doing it on purpose.

She knew how it affected me, she could smell it - every omega was able to identify when a nearby alpha was aroused. And I knew it turned her on in return. I was also biologically wired to sense that.

It was basically a game of who would break first. And I knew she thought she would win, but my resolve still wasn’t broken.

“Ah… What a lovely day. So full of possibilities… if you’re not a hundred years old,” she quickly added, throwing me a glance that had me rolling my eyes. “What do you say, grandpa? Feel like going out for a run?”

Who knows what I would have answered if she hadn’t decided to pull her hair up right at the second Wanda opened the window to look out into the field? The smile that had been on my face quickly dropped when I was hit with a heavy wave of her scent and my knees buckled as I tried to hold myself back from just jumping on top of her.

Unfortunately, because awareness was not something she seemed capable of having, she did not realize my struggle. “What’s wrong, old man? Can’t even keep up anymore?” The growl that escaped my chest at her joke was all the warning she needed to finally understand what was going on.

“I’ll show you what I can keep up.” I was on her in a second, my consciousness of our surroundings reduced to absolutely nothing. It was only her and me, and the way our lips moved as I guided her back to the couch, until we both fell on top of it.

“Is this what you wanted, huh?” I asked as I tore her shirt with a simple flick of my wrist. “Is this how you wanted it to happen? For me to lose all control and just take you right here?” All that left her was a garbled sound, her hands clawing at my back as I easily got rid of her jeans until they were nothing but scraps on the floor and then exposed her pussy to the tower’s living room.

“Fuck yes,” I growled, immediately leaning down to get a taste of her. Sweet and wet and mine, all mine. I had no idea where that possessive instinct had come from, but I would be crazy to ignore it - especially since it felt like I’d kill and die for her at that very second.

Her hips jerked up, instinctively searching for my tongue, but a breeze of clarity seemed to brush over her and make her sit up on her elbows, looking down at me. I knew what was running through her mind before she said it, and I wasn’t having any of it.

“You better lay back down and let me savor my meal,” I warned, knowing the rest of the team had gathered around to watch the show. I didn’t have to take my eyes off her debauched state to know it, but her gaze was on them, even if the rest of her body was still spread open for anyone to see, uncaring of the fact that we were being watched.

“You poked the beast, now you’ll entertain it,” Steve warned, shaking his head as if to scold us, but when I met his eyes, I could see the glint of desire in them. He wanted to be in my position, he wanted to have his own tongue shoved deep inside my girl’s pussy, and it only made me eat her more hungrily.

“Eyes on me, ‘mega,” I called out to her once I saw her eyes linger on Steve. “Let them watch, that’ll keep them away from you.” She groaned at the possessiveness in my words, but it was the sounds of someone who was relishing in it. And I was relishing in her juices.

“Fuck!” She cursed when I buried my tongue as far as it could go in her, something deep inside of me desperate to be drowning in her scent. “Should have gotten you mad before.”

The thought was amusing to me. Did she really think this was only the result of pent-up anger, and not months of desire and lust that had finally spilled from my weakened resolve?

“Well…” I started, pushing two fingers inside of her to scissor her open for me, although my scent had already made her body as prepared for an Alpha an Omega could get.

I was a bit larger than usual Alphas, though - courtesy of the serum - so I wanted to make sure she wouldn’t go through any pain whatsoever. “You keep me mad all the fucking time, kitten.”

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“With desire or anger, it doesn’t really care,” he continued, like it was any ordinary day and we were chatting in the living room, our usual teasing banter taking over the conversation, instead of him eating me out on the couch in front of all of our teammates while I was spread out for their eyes to take in.

“You’re always a tease to me, in one way or another.” His huge hands massaged the inside of my thighs as he finally lowered himself to suck on my nub again, making me instinctively buck my hips up in search of his tongue.

“Stay…” he ordered in his Alpha tone, and the whine that broke free from my chest was more animal than human now. The way he used his mouth was nothing short of sinful, licking me from ass to clit with an eagerness I had never expected the former Winter Soldier to have.

But I guess today I was discovering all of my fantasies about Bucky had been a bit misplaced. For one, I never thought he’d be the type of Alpha to take me in such a public environment.

In every dirty dream I’d had, Bucky was far too possessive to allow anyone to explore what was his - even if it was only visually - but what I’d come to learn was that while he was definitely dominating, there was a hint of exhibitionism in his craving.

He liked to have people see him break me into a million pieces only to glue me back together with a lick of his tongue. He liked that they were seeing his talent - and I had to admit, by what I saw in his friend’s stare, that they were also admiring me too.

And he got off on that. I didn’t expect it would make me get off too.

“Delicious,” he hummed when he finally pulled away from my cunt, having brought me to my release and licked it off of me. Still, an overwhelming amount of wetness covered the lower part of his face, prompting me to raise myself to my elbows and lick my own juices off of his lips, the omega in me begging to scent him as mine.

“You’re a nasty little bitch, aren’t you?” He chuckled once the surprise faded away, easily manhandling me onto my stomach, the sound of a zipper being opened denouncing that he had undressed.

“Keep fucking me and you’ll find out.” I heard him spitting behind me, a shiver running up my spine as I realized he was playing with himself while looking at me presenting for him.

“Oh, I’ll do much better than that.” That was all the warning I got before I felt the head of his member poking my entrance, slowly but surely sliding in until he had bottomed out.

My whines became intensified when he pulled me up by my hair, his free hand covering my breast to rub my nipple as he whispered, “I’m gonna claim you, sweetheart. You think you’re ready for that? Think you’ll be able to take it?”

I was quickly realizing I had severely underestimated the man inside of me, even if not to the extent he thought I had. I was not ready for that. I don’t think I ever would be, but fuck if I wasn’t gonna take it anyway.

Because it was so much better than I ever imagined it to be.

“No more playing hard-to-get,” Bucky continued, finally starting to move and immediately settling on a punishing pace. “No more teasing me with your short skirts and tempting scent. You’ll be mine now, ‘mega. Forever. How does that sound?”

God, I wanted him to do it. I wanted him to keep exercising this complete control over my body that he had so easily managed to take. His cock was stretching me in ways I’d never been stretched before, his inflated knot slamming against my opening with each thrust.

“Always mocking me… Am I too old for you now?” I shivered as he licked a stripe up my neck. I knew he wouldn’t actually bite me in front of everyone - a claiming ritual was a sacred ritual, even the most feral of Alphas respected the intimacy of that. But the way he was taunting me was all too arousing, I couldn’t deny it. “Tell me.”

His hand squeezed my hip, looking for an answer. I tried to open my mouth, but nothing came out. His palm slipped further down, finding my clit, and as two fingers rubbed my own juices, around it, I screamed.

“N-No!” Bucky chuckled against my neck, body continuing his onslaught against mine as he nuzzled my scent gland. “Y-you’re not too old for me. Take me, take me please.” His coos were too provoking, making me cry out loud at the mocking sound.

“Aw, kitten…” His warm mouth breathed the next words against my ear, “I already did.” He turned my face towards his with his fingers tangled in my hair, engulfing my mouth with his.

“Alright.” A familiar voice spoke from not too far, startling me for a second as I once again was reminded that we were still very much surrounded by our team. “You two might just be the sexiest mates I’ve ever seen fuck.”

A growl escaped Bucky’s chest at hearing someone refer to us as mates for the first time, and I panted in need, desperate to cum, desperate for him. “Seen a lot of mates fuck, Romanoff?” He nibbled at my ear, hands roaming over my body as if to make it very clear to every person watching that they could look all they wanted, I was still his.

“You have no idea.” Looking over a bit to the side from where she was seated, there rested Sam’s almost limp body, a hand curled over his boner as his eyes never wavered from the place I was connected to the man behind me.

“Well, I know what I’m gonna think about tonight.” Something between a laugh and a moan escaped me, making Bucky growl again, hands pushing me back down onto the couch as his hips picked up the pace with which they’d ruin me.

To say I was soaked was the understatement of the century. I could feel it, running down my thighs, drenching the couch underneath me. I don’t know how we’d be able to use it again, but that was the least of my concerns in the moment.

“I am begging you to let me lick her pussy after you guys are done,” came Tony’s voice, and I knew Bucky would growl in his direction just from the way his fingers pressed tightly on the flesh of my hips. “Not that type of Alpha, sorry, I got it.”

I heard his footsteps retreating quickly, probably scared of what Bucky would do to him once we were done, but in the Alpha’s defense, Tony seemed to disappear from his mind the second he left the room, all of his senses directed to me and his goal of making me cum around his cock.

“C’mon, kitten,” he whispered, fingers easily locating my clit to play with me as he pulled me up to rest against his chest one more. “Come for me, milk me dry.” That was all I needed to give him what he wanted, and although I was anticipating to moan loudly as I creamed his knot, his mouth covered mine to swallow all of my sounds in a deep kiss, hands protectively covering me while pawing at my breasts at the same time.

“Steve,” Bucky called after he managed to catch his breath, having fallen on top of me on the couch once his knot popped open. “I won’t be able to work out with you today.”

I looked up as best as I could to find Steve already staring at us, although red from head to toe. “That’s understandable,” he spoke in a thick, rough voice that I barely recognized as his. “You seem to have worked out enough already.”

Bucky stopped running his nose against my cheek at his friend’s attempt at teasing, a slow smirk taking over his face as he joined me and stared at his friend. “Oh, I’m not nearly done,” he warned. “You’re more than welcome to join us for some cardio, if you want to.”

The soft smile Steve sent our way told us everything we needed to know about his plans for the evening.

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tagsecretsanta · 2 years ago

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From @womble1

From and by @womble1 for @tracybirds

Trash Christmas

Prompts used:

John + Hidden talent

Scott and Gordon being in charge of Christmas dinner

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“What the hell are you doing?” Gordon stared across in disbelief at Scott

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Scott asked, still stirring what he hoped would become gravy, if only he willed it hard enough.

“If I knew that, then I wouldn’t be asking, would I?! John and Virgil made this look so easy at Thanksgiving” Gordon mumbled that last bit, but the point still hit.

“Well Thanksgiving isn’t Christmas. Whole different ball game.” Scott said, gesticulating with the wooden spoon, something splattered on the floor, but he tried not to look, he was sure gravy wasn’t meant to gloop like that, maybe if he just kept mixing.

“How do you figure that? It’s practically the same! Meat, veg, far too many sides.”

“Don't let Virgil hear you say that, you know how fanatical he gets about the sides.” Scott warned, looking across to the stairs, as if Virgil could be literally summoned by the topic alone.

“Then let him come and make them!” Gordon threw his arms up in despair.

“That’s not how it works Gordon, it’s luck of the draw, they got Thanksgiving, we get Christmas” Scott calmly reasoned.

“When has any draw ever been random when John’s involved?”

“I don’t know what you are suggesting Gordon.” Scott clung firmly to the calm reasoning, it was all he had by this point.

“I’m saying he cooked the books, which must mean you did something awful last year to make him avoid you like this.” Gordon pointed an accusing finger firmly in Scotts direction.

“Hey! Who says I had anything to do with it?” Scott was on the defensive instantly.

Gordon just gave him a hard stare.

“I didn’t do anything!” Scott declared, with much conviction, and more than a little overacting if you asked Gordon.

“Uh huh, and you never thought it was odd that you and John always got paired?” Gordon would have made a terrifying lawyer, not an efficient one, but terrifying all the same.

“We don't always…..?...oh” Scott stopped as the cogs turned.

“See? And me, Virgil and Allie always go together. The only random bit is who gets what holiday. I can’t believe you never noticed. So, what did you do? Because it must have been impressive to incur John's wrath bad enough that he's remembered for 12 months. No scratch that, John always remembers, but it is impressive that he's annoyed enough to switch up the cooking arrangements.”

“I swear I didn’t do anything!” Scott tried again.

“Well obviously,” (the ‘Duh!’ was there in spirit, if not in name) “that's the point.” said Gordon.

“I don't follow, you were the one saying I’d done something wrong.” Scott frowned, the spitting from popping bubbles in the pan drew his attention back to the quickly congealing sauce. He swore and redoubled his stirring efforts.

“Oh god, seriously, what are you doing? Give that here.” Gordon prised the pan of gravy out of Scotts grasp with one hand and grabbed a whisk with the other, he flipped the utensil in the air and caught it with a flourish. Some energetic mixing and only minimal cursing salvaged the sauce.

“Why do you think John picks you? It's clearly not for your cooking skills. He picks you because you DON’T usually get involved. You don't get in his way.”

Gordon saw Scott's face drop along with his shoulders.

“Oh, hey, no I didn’t mean it like that. You're busy, we get it, and you try, that's what counts. But really, at the end of the day, John just wants to be left to get on with it without interference. You know John, if he’s not juggling six different things at a time, he doesn’t know what to do with himself. Multitasking is ingrained into his DNA. All you have to do is turn up and peel a few veggies and leave him to him, and he can add whatever flourishes or garnishes he likes. But you didn’t, you did something bad enough that John would rather go toe to toe with the king of logistics in a battle of the accompaniments. Have you seen Virgil's Gantt chart? It’s broken down to the minute, to the actual minute, the man even stocktakes the roasting pans ahead of time. There is no room in there for a spontaneous little sauce or whatever John’s genius might suddenly think of. See, this is why the split was perfect, me and Al, we’re trained” Here Gordon returned the pan to the hob, and swiftly started slicing carrots into neat little batons. “Virgil tells us to jump and we jump, I am not even salting the cooking water unless its on the plan,” he said tossing a generous pinch of salt into the boiling water before scraping the prepped carrots off the chopping board and into the pan with the edge of his knife. “Anyway, I digress. If you don’t tell me then I will have to guess, and honestly the only things coming to mind wouldn’t paint you in a good light, so I would start confessing if I was you.” Gordon raised one accusing eyebrow as he moved across to a clean chopping board and his next task. It was like watching a machine, as he moved from task to task methodically.

Scott had never stopped to think about it before. The fact that every year they dished up a culinary masterpiece, that Scott usually knew very little about until the moment it made it to the table. Sure, he cut things, and peeled things, but when he really thought back on it, that was all he did do. Sometimes he was given a pan to stir, but after the few times he had started checking emails on his phone whilst on pot watching duty, those occurrences had become less and less.

He frowned, he had tried to make an effort, he truly had. Just last year he had tried to plan ahead and had ordered in a pre-prepared dinner from a catering company that they only needed to heat up…..

“Oh…”

“Ah, I see the penny has dropped, care to share with the class?”

Scott rubbed a hand over his face, and regretted it since there had been onions in his recent past.

“I might have ordered last year's meal in.”

“Might have?”

“Did. Ok, I did. I ordered it in from that catering company, they provide everything, you just follow the instructions, minimal effort. Ugh! Everyone had been so washed out that I thought we deserved a break, I was trying to help. “ Scott groaned again.

“Yep, that’d do it. The one time he comes down and gets free reign in the kitchen and you clipped his wings with a package deal dinner. Oh Scotty, Scotty, Scotty. I’m surprised this is the only revenge he's enacting. Have you been having any issues with your electronic devices recently? Lost your favourite playlist? Lockscreens keep mysteriously resetting?”

Gordon grinned as the realisation dawned on Scotts face that those hadn't been unfortunate accidents or isolated events.

“Ahh, yes , the John revenge special. I’m sorry to say you’re probably not even through the worst of it yet. My guess would be that he’s still got a few more tricks up his sleeves. In fact….” there was an audible clunk from the dishwasher. “Yep, unless my ears deceive me, that would be the sound of the dishwasher ‘mysteriously’ malfunctioning, it’s going to be double KP duty for us.” Gordon winked.

“Well, at least I can’t screw that up.” Scott rested his balled fists on the counter top and took a deep breath, his head hanging low.

Gordon meanwhile, didn’t stop his one man attack on all the vegetables in the vicinity, moving on to green beans.

“How am I going to make it up to John?” Scott asked.

“Oh you can’t.” Gordon laughed, “sorry Bro, the only option is working through the penance until John gives up.”

“How long will that take?” Scott looked up, the smallest glimmer of hope in his eyes.

Gordon shrugged, then scooped up the trimmings for the compost and went to the refrigerator for the next veggie candidate for decapitation. “Who can tell, it could be months, it could be years, it looks like this one was a slow burn to begin with.”

Scott frowned, putting two and two together. “Hey Gordon, what did you do?”

“What do you mean, what did I do?”

“Just that. What did you do to get lumped in on the punishment? John's meticulous in his bookkeeping, you must have done something.” The blue eyes were set to piercing and trained on Gordon, who only stalled slightly in his chopping.

“Oh Scott, that's slander, you know that right?” The stare continued with not the slightest waver. “Oh alright! There might have been a tiny little incident, nothing major…” one eyebrow raised a fraction of an inch, but the gaze stayed firm. “Oh fine! I might have eaten his burger. But honestly, it was unintentional, I didn’t realise it was the one Virgil had got for John, I thought it was a spare! Honest!”

Scott shook his head slowly in disappointment, he even dropped in a few tuts.

“And when was this?” he folded his arms to add a little more solemnity to things, it also helped to tuck his onion smelling hands away.

“Eighteen months ago.”

“Eighteen months! Johns been exacting revenge for over a year? For a cheeseburger?”

“It was a double cheeseburger.” Gordon had the decency to look a little abashed at the admission.

“Well, in that case, that's totally reasonable and not at all obsessive.” Scott picked up a small piece of chopped raw potato and threw it at Gordon's head. “What are we going to do then? We’re both in the dog house.”

“Well firstly I thought we could make dinner, and then see where we go from there.” Gordon shrugged, brushing at his hair with one hand to make sure there wasn’t any potato lingering.

“But how? We’ve established I can’t cook, and you just jump on Virgil's command.”

“Hey, no fair, I told you I was trained. All of this -” he gestured to the various bowls and pans of prepped vegetables “all of this was from memory.”

Scott looked a little more optimistic, “Ok, well that's more promising, what do we sort next then?” he clapped his hands together and stood up straighter.

Gordon, in contrast, slumped a little where he stood, “no idea. I was only ever on peeling duty. Well that and washing up. What are we gonna do?!” it wasn’t quite a wail, but it was close.

Scott groaned, realising his chances of paying back his debt to John were getting slimmer by the second. But Scott Tracy is not a quitter, and neither is Gordon Tracy come to that. Scott strode towards his younger brother, and clasped him firmly by the shoulders and pulled in every scrap of confidence he had left lurking deep within his consciousness. “Well Gordon, we’re just going to have to work with what we’ve got!”

And work they did, dinner might have been several hours later than intended. It might have used every available pot and pan in the entire building. There might have been rather a lot of curse words deployed and the pantry might have looked like tornado season had hit early. But, by golly, there was a meal on that table big enough to feed the entire island nearly into the new year.

Nobody even bat an eyelid at the complete lack of turkey. It would have been a heartless individual who could have looked at Gordon and Scott in their exhausted state, smudged and sweaty from their extended time in the kitchen, and do anything so mean as to mention the fact that the meal was made up exclusively of side dishes. People went back for seconds and thirds, and still there was enough to warrant hunting out matching lids for the tupperware in order to stash the excess for the next day.

Scott took it as a good sign that the dishwasher miraculously fixed itself halfway through the clean up operation.

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stilessssss · 3 years ago

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Elevate Your Hopes Up

word count: 4599

characters: Mitch Rapp x Claustrophobic!Reader, Stan Hurley

summary: The first day of work isn’t going as planned as you get trapped inside an elevator with your co-worker, Mitch.

notes: This is for mitchtober, hosted by @writingsbychlo and I am surprised that I actually managed to finish this story in time, since I procrastinate everything. It’s the first story I’ve ever posted so I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing this!

thank you @softstilinskii for helping me, you are amazing and so talented. I appreciate you so much <3

warnings: Just fluff, some angst, talk about elevators/small spaces

“Hold it! Please hold it!” You yelled at the man who was in the elevator, about to go up and he looked annoyed as if he was debating in himself whether or not to hold the door for you. It was after he saw your panicked movements when he placed his hand between the two doors which were about 3 inches away, making them stop before opening again.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, you quickly ran inside, trying to balance the two coffee cups in your hands without spilling anything. And as you pressed the number of your destination about ten times, the man next to you quirked an eyebrow.

“Stupid thing.” You mumbled and the man coughed, making you look at him. “I already pressed that button.”

Your eyes went wide, mostly in embarrassment and you looked away quickly. Not wanting to look him in the eye. Way to start off the day by making yourself look like a nutjob in front of a co-worker. Maybe you should've just taken the stairs. Although your body would highly disagree because of your poor stamina. Maybe you should take use of your gym membership like you always said you would.

“You new here?” He asked and you nodded as the doors closed. Your eyes were focussing on the numbers of the elevator floors. “That obvious huh?” You tried to make a joke out of it and laughed nervously, but it quickly faded when you read his unamused expression. His eyes were an amber color, standing neutral yet stern and his hair was in a messy cut as it fitted his scruff beard. His face basically described someone saying 'really?' annoyed with their eyebrows scrunched, and you looked away at the elevator doors as the stranger did the same.

You sighed while mumbling in your breath and the stranger scratched the back of his neck, before silence took over. Just 3 minutes in an elevator with a handsome man with uncomfortable tension in the air, and you’ll be up, no problem.

As you heard the pings of the floors that passed, you noticed the man eyeing you from the side. Something that made your nerves go up since you thought he was judging you by the second. It’s always been bothering you, that everytime people would look at you, you’d assume they’d think the worst of you. Luckily, the man seemed to notice, and he turned his head to the elevator doors again, scraping his throat.

“Sorry if I seemed rude.”

You looked at your side, your eyes meeting his shoulder so you looked up, noticing the height difference. “Oh, you weren't rude, I’m clumsy. Guess I’m just kinda paranoid since it’s the first day. I’m not late, I just want to make a good impression. And as you can see I don’t handle elevators well. God, I don’t even know why I’m in here, I could've just taken the stairs but I didn’t want to meet my superiors while being all sweaty. Although I already feel like I’m soaked right now. Jeez, it’s hot in here.” Your hands were starting to get sweaty when you rambled to the stranger, and he still had his eyebrows raised a little. Inside you could mentally slap yourself. Of course that would be his reaction. If a random girl would suddenly ramble shit, you’d be like ‘what the fuck is going on’, no surprise that his reaction would be the same.

“It’s totally fine, don’t worry too much about it, alright? We’re almost up.” He caught you off guard as he gave you a genuine smile. Something that made you feel relieved that he answered calmly and this time you were the one scrunching your eyebrows up in confusion. Most times you weren’t this hyper, yet people still gave you looks that asked you to kindly fuck off. So this was new.

“So you need to be on the 9nth floor as well?” The stranger asked and you nodded slowly. “Yeah, I have a meeting with my superiors and other co-workers, you?”

“Same, so your superior must be Stan Hurley too, right?” You nodded and looked at the cups in your hands. “Yeah I brought him coffee, I hope it gives off a good impression.”

The man next to you looked at the cups as well, and you didn't realize he was really close to you. “You’re playing a dangerous game, what coffee did you get for him?”

“I got myself latte espresso with steamed milk, and I got Stan a Red Eye.”

The man beside you seemed to be impressed, making you feel relieved that you made the right order. “That’s his usual, how did you know that?”

“His biography was on google,” You shrugged and he had an amused look on his face. “Wow... That’s actually smart.”

“Yeah, I felt like a stalker though. Anyway, everything to make a good impression.”

“Can’t disagree with that.”

Both of you laughed and It actually felt nice to have a conversation with a stranger like him. Even though you kept thinking they would judge you, it could just be a friendly ear who might just become a friend.

Maybe this first day isn’t gonna be as bad as you thought after all.

That’s until you heard a rattling sound and you felt the elevator slow down.

It was like the elevator jolted up before shutting down completely, and both of you snapped your heads up to the noise. The lights were still on, everything seemed normal but the one thing that made you know something was up, was that you couldn’t hear the sounds of the shaft moving.

“What just happened?” You blinked and looked around. “I dunno?” The man took three steps forward, until he reached the buttons and inspected them as his face went close. “I think the elevator stopped?”

The words he spoke were enough for you to make a red light pop up in your brain, and you chuckled anxiously. “You’re kidding, right?”

He pressed the button to the 9th floor, but nothing happened. The only sound you could hear were scraping sounds, as if the elevator wanted to go up, but stuttered. The stranger turned around, his face in a confused look, and your heart felt like it stopped as your breathing hitched.

“No, no no no. Oh my god.” You mumbled as he tried it again for the third time, yet no luck. And the red light formed into panic in your head. “Try something, try pressing the open door button instead of the floor button?” He did what you suggested, again no reaction and you felt like you were getting dizzy, like anxiety knocked on your door.

“Why won’t it open? Are we stuck? Oh god.”

You started to feel light in your head, and dizziness started to form.

“Woah woah, easy easy alright. It’s probably just some malfunction, I’m sure the problem will be fixed soon.” The man was suddenly in front of you, holding your upper arms to keep you steady and your eyes darted around as you felt your chest tighten. “I am claustrophobic, I don’t even know why I took the elevator. Oh my god I’m gonna faint.”

“No, don't faint. If you’re gonna faint I’ll just have to faint as well, and that’s not gonna be fun for anyone. Just look at me alright? Focus on me. Look me in my eyes.”

As the words rolled out of his mouth, your eyes moved to his, and you noticed there was a sweet and understanding look on his face. The lighting of the elevator also made his face brighter, his amber eyes now looking more like a honey color, making your breathing slow down a little bit. Yet, the tightness in your chest didn’t fade.

You didn’t even feel the stranger take over the coffee cups and place them on the ground.

“Everything is gonna be okay, alright? I'll see if there is some way to connect ourselves to the maintenance downstairs, who can help us.” His eyes moved along the lines of the numerous buttons, and eventually settled on the yellow bell. The alarm button.

He gave you one more look of reassurance before turning around to the yellow button. He pressed it, both of you waiting in anticipation, and you started to feel as if the elevator doors were closing in on you, as if you were huddled in a tight little space.

“Just look at the floor, not the walls… Just look at the floor, not the walls...” you mumbled to yourself as you looked at your feet. Everything looked like it was a little blurry as black spots appeared in your vision, and a ringing sound suddenly reached your ears. Shivers ran down your spine and you kept mumbling the same sentence over and over again on a loop.

You probably looked like a lost kid now, and in truth, You were. Well, you felt like one.

“Alright, it gave a signal to the people in the building. These people know what to do, they’re trained to know what to do if an elevator gets stuck. We’ll be out in no time, and even if it’s worse than we thought, they’ll contact an elevator service technician to get us out.” The voice was dragged out. You couldn’t even hear the last words he spoke as the sounds around you were replaced with a high pitched sound. Black spots that were present just now, were starting to get bigger, and the pressure in your head felt larger. It felt like you were faltering.

Your hands reached out to try and grasp something as everything went fully black, but it was too late as you fell on the floor, your side burning as you went.

“Holy shit!”

The last thing you remember is laying on the ground, wanting to open your eyes, yet everything stayed black.

“Look at me, you’re okay.”

“Hey, you’re okay.” You heard a voice say and your sight slowly reappeared as his face came into sight. “You scared the shit out of me.”

You heard him chuckle a little, and as your sight was vividly clear again, you could see a look of worry on his face. “What happened?”

You coughed, your headache fading and you looked around to see you were still in the elevator, unfortunately. You hoped you were able to redo this day and choose to go with the stairs. Even though you wouldn't have had a conversation with the strange man if you’d taken the stairs, you wouldn’t have been in an elevator that was stuck.

“Elevators suck.” You mumbled and the man laughed at your retort. “Yes, they do.”

You then noticed he was crouching in front of you, and you thought he must’ve guided you to sit down slowly against the wall of the elevator, after you fainted.

“That fall was pretty nasty. Are you hurt?” He checked your face quickly for any bruises or scratches from the walls, and you then felt a sting in your side. Like it was burning.

“Only my side, I think I fell against the railing at the button section.” You lifted your shirt up a little, and as you shifted your hips, you saw a purple-ish bruise. You groaned, remembering that you would go to the beach with a friend of yours on the weekend, knowing the bruise would be noticeable.

He looked at your side before sitting down next to you and he inspected the bruise as your breath hitched.

“It’s not that bad luckily, although I’m afraid you will have to carry that for a couple of days"

The stranger smiled lightly and that’s when you realized you hadn’t even introduced yourself. It’s nice to know someone on the first day of work, but it’s better if you know a name to pronounce them.

“By the way, you never told me your name” You questioned in yourself but apparently you talked out loud. Probably because of the aftershock of fainting, you were still trembling.

The man held out a hand for you to shake and you happily obliged. “I’m Mitch.”

You looked at him again, seeing a different view of him after he said his name, and you smiled. Mitch suited him.

“Y/n.”

“Pretty name for a pretty girl." He winked and had a grin plastered on his face. "Get out of here with the cheesiness." You playfully said to him, slightly swatting his knee and you felt heat radiate from your cheeks. Looking down again to try and cover them up with your hair, although he undoubtedly already noticed.

The two of you sat there in silence. A sigh escaped your lips as your eyes wandered to his form. Since there was a meeting, He wore an all black suit, something that wasn’t really casual, it was rather fancy. And it was then you noticed it looked good. He looked good. Like, really good. His side profile was in your view as you looked at him, and you didn’t even realize you were starting to zone out, until Mitch started speaking and snapped you out of your trance.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Why did you actually faint?” You thought about the day everything started. It required some digging in your memories you had buried, but thinking about it now, it all came flooding back.

“That’s a long story.”

You didn’t know if he wanted to hear it, since you were afraid you’d ramble the whole bible to him. Anytime when people would show interest in the subject, you’d explain it to them, but then they would wander off or pretend they cared. You could easily see it in their faces.

But he had a slight smirk on his face and chuckled.

“Well, we have all the time. I’m listening, I promise.” He folded his hands on his crossed legs, and kept looking you in your eyes. Making you look down, before you opened up to him.

“When I was 8, I was playing hide and seek with other girls from my class. It was hosted by a classmate from school at his house, and the whole class came. And so we decided to play hide and seek inside the house. I decided to hide inside the closet. But when I sat there for minutes, no one came. I was pumped because I wanted to win, but after half an hour, no one came. I waited and waited for three hours. So eventually I shouted for help, tried to pry my way out of the closet but it wouldn't budge. No one heard my cries, because it turned out they went outside. I felt like I was trapped, like there was tightness in my chest, I couldn't breathe. And as I kept crying, after 3 hours and 20 minutes, an adult heard me and freed me.”

He didn’t have to be Einstein to know why you couldn’t get out of the closet, and Mitch felt bad as he saw your expression sadden as you told your story. All the memories came crashing down on you again, and it felt like you were in the exact same place and moment like you were when you were a little kid. You thought you were ready to open up to people, yet everytime you would talk about it, it felt like you were trapped again, your voice cracking. Maybe you overestimated yourself, maybe talking about it was still relatively hard to process.

As you looked slowly at your side, Mitch was in the same position as he was before, only his gaze that lingered on you was a little more sad. Like he had empathy and you immediately coughed. “Sorry, that was depressing, it happened 16 years ago, I feel stupid for still being hung up about it. Sorry-” before you could finish your sentence, Mitch interrupted you and shuffled a little closer.

“You shouldn’t feel guilty for telling your story, and you shouldn’t feel sorry for feeling sorry for yourself. As a kid it’s traumatizing to go through something like that. Of course that would stick with you.” His words were well thought out, like there was a tone of understanding, yet something was still gnawing at you.

“I just feel ashamed. There are people who have gone through way more shit than I did, and I still act like the world is ending.”

"Just because someone else may have it worse, doesn’t mean you don’t deserve to feel sad sometimes. Everyone has fears, it’s inevitable. There is nothing to be ashamed of.”

He leaned in, and for a second it looked like he was trying to reach for your hand, but he hesitated at the last second. He subtly pulled his hands away, placing them back on his knees and you decided not to pay too much attention to it. “Have you got any?”

“Yeah, mine is terrifying,” he let out a laugh, putting emphasis on ‘terrifying’ while wiggling his eyebrows and biting his lip.

“And what may that be?”

He didn’t answer, instead he just looked in front of him, as if he was thinking really hard.

“Well?”

“Well, I’m afraid of…" He lingered on his last words before squinting his eyes. “...spiders?”

His words were dragged out and you snorted. “That sounded really convincing,”

Mitch’s posture changed as if he was caught in the act, and he sighed with a tiny bit of guilt in his face. “Sorry.”

“Don’t say sorry, thanks for trying to reassure me, it’s been a while since someone did that for me.”

The thought of him trying to cheer you up a bit, was a small gesture, yet it felt like opening a christmas gift. Even though he hardly knew you, he cared. And it seemed as if that thought hit something within you, making a tear slip and roll over your cheek.

As much as you tried to hold it in, hold it together, more tears followed and you bit your lip, inhaling deeply to try and contain yourself.

Why was it so damn hard to just keep it together?

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“It’s just, I feel like I haven't cried in weeks and all my bottled up emotions are spilling out right now. I'm starting a new job in a new town, so I haven’t really had anyone to talk to or hold either or whatever, so- what are you doin-” Before you knew it, warmth surrounded your body as Mitch’s arms were around you, and you could smell his cologne as your eyes went wide. “Oh- oh okay...this is-”

“-Shh, shut up.”

“Okay...”

Your surprised look faltered as your eyes closed, and your arms wove around his body to hug him back, your chin resting on his shoulder. This was exactly what you needed, to hold someone close and to just vent out whatever you buried deep inside of you.

“Hey Mitch?”

"Yeah?"

“Thank you,” You whispered and smiled through your tears. “For listening.” His hands were on the back of your head, playing with your hair as you heard his voice vibrate throughout your whole body.

"Of course." He held you close for a little longer before he decided to break the contact. “You’re sweaty, ew.” His playful tone made you snort, and when both of you pulled back, he wiped away some stray tears that were still sitting on your cheeks.

The two of you sat there in silence. Just savoring this moment.

You then noticed something in the corner of the elevator, and as your eyes diverted to it, you saw the two coffee cups sitting neatly on the floor. You were glad that Mitch had put them on the ground just before you fell, because if he didn't, it would've spilled everywhere and ruined your outfit. Facing your superior with a big stain in your blazer, would totally not give the right impression, and having to go to the ER for burn wounds, wasn’t really a fun trip either.

You reached out for the cups and grabbed yours, surprised that it was still warm, and you took a few sips of your latte when you crawled back to the spot next to Mitch. He watched as you took a few sips, and you then looked at the other cup in front of you, and asked if Mitch wanted the Red Eye. "Uh, well, yeah it would be nice, I guess, but what about Sta-" "-It's fine, really. I mean, it's getting cold and I don't think giving a cold coffee to your superior is a way to make a good impression." You gave a little smile, grabbed the cup out of the cardboard cup holder and handed it over to him.

"Thanks." He grabbed the cup from your hand and immediately took a big swing. Something he regretted after, since his face scrunched up and he coughed a little after he swallowed his mouthful of coffee. "Oh, wow. That's- that's really strong. Now I get why his blood pressure is always sky high."

You cracked out the loudest laugh yet this day, and looked around once again in the small room. “I hope for you there aren’t any cameras in this elevator to record that, otherwise you’d be the one playing a dangerous game.” He chuckled at the sentence you used against him, and laughter once again filled the air around you. That’s until everything went silent, and you knew he was gonna say something more serious.

“I don’t understand why those girls did what they did when you were 8, you’re a really kind person.”

Both of you took another sip of your coffee. Some foam of your latte on your upper lip and you rubbed it away with your tongue.

“Yeah well, they never really liked me. No one really did. After all, I was just an energetic hyper ball that would ramble everywhere I went. It’s not as bad as it was before, but sometimes I just freak out and then I’m 8 again. Just scared shitless, I guess this is just my way of coping when I’m nervous.”

“I like that about you.” His eyes went to yours to make eye contact, and you happily looked back.

“You do?”

“Yeah.”

Well that’s a first.

He had a cheeky grin and licked his lips.

“You’re not like other girls.”

“Okay shut up, you ruined the moment.” Even though he had a playful sound in his voice, you gave him a light push to his shoulder and you both laughed. That’s until the cheeky grin changed into a knowing smirk.

“Moment huh?” The little shit was enjoying this. He was enjoying seeing you flustered and you swallowed hard, looking everywhere except his eyes.

“Yeah,” Heat spread across your cheeks again. “There is something.”

Biting his lip, he scratched his jaw and looked at your form, grinning widely after he noticed something and you frowned.

“You stopped trembling.”

You looked down, indeed seeing that you weren’t trembling and your face that held confusion, didn’t change one bit as you looked around. The fear of the small space didn’t even reach to you the past couple of minutes, and you then faced Mitch again, gaping at him like a fish.

“How did you manage to do that?” He simply shrugged, taking another sip of his coffee.

“What can I say? It’s my charm, the ladies love it.”

He shot you another wink, and you felt something in the pit of your stomach. Not a feeling that wanted you to throw up, but the feeling in your stomach you haven’t felt in years. A nice one. It was like your stomach was doing twists and rolls, in a good way.

He seemed to notice your state after the wink, and the little shit almost had a grin like the cheshire cat. Having to contain yourself not to smile as well, you rolled your eyes and snorted.

“Well, I’m not like the other ladies”

“Shut up.”

Right after both of you cracked a laugh again, you felt another jolt of the elevator, before you could hear the shaft and your eyes shot up. It indicated that the maintenance manager managed to fix the problem, “Mitch, I think the elevator moved again.” You told your companion but all you heard was him groaning.

“Mitch-” You looked at your side and your mouth went wide as you saw a small stain on his pants. Turns out he held his coffee in his hands as the elevator jolted, and a few hot droplets landed on his pants.

“Shit, are you okay?” You held in a laugh and he nodded as he burst out laughing too.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a small stain.”

“Shit, uhh.” you felt the need to help him, but you knew a coffee stain was most likely permanent. “I can make it up to you. Let me make it up to you.”

“Make it up to me?” He had an amused look on his face, and the both of you stood up from your seating position. He looked at the stain on his thigh, and he then looked back at you.

“Yeah, I know a stain like that probably won’t come out, I can pay you back, or-”

“-I know a way for you to make it up to me” Your eyes that diverted when you were thinking about ways to fix it, now shot back up to look at Mitch, and it felt like your eyes were glued to his face. “What did you have in mind?”

He rubbed his hands together, smiling.

“We should go out sometime.”

“We should?"

“Yeah,” Now it was your time to smirk, your eyes standing playful as you cocked your head. “You sure you can handle my energetic ass? You know I’ll probably ramble the whole bible to you.”

“Yeah I know,” He grinned, “and I’ll happily listen.”

That’s the moment when you both heard a pinging sound, indicating you were at your destination, and at the same time, both your heads turned around.

“We’re here, floor 9.”

The doors of the elevator opened, the both of you wanting to walk out, but at that moment, you were stopped by a voice.

“Mitch, Y/n, where have you been? The meeting ended already, I- Mitch, you have a stain on your pants.” A man stood on the other side of the elevator, and you recognized him as Stan Hurley, your new superior. His voice was not mad, but you could easily hear the irritation in his voice, and see his unamused face. Before he could say anything more though, Mitch was quick to explain everything to him about the elevator being stuck.

Stan’s irritated face expression slowly turned into an understanding one, and he then looked at you. “Sorry to hear you both were stuck, but happy to know you both can get to work now. Hurry up.” Before both of you could say anything further, he already walked away. But Mitch said something just before.

"By the way, Stan, your taste in coffee is horrible."

Stan, who was now walking down the hall, turned his head around to shoot Mitch a look of confusion before turning back around. And you laughed at Mitch’s retort.

“I thought this day was gonna be hell, but you know, being stuck with you in an elevator isn’t so bad after all.”

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Pairing: Tom Holland x Actress!reader

Synopsis: Tom gets jealous when you reveal your celebrity crush on Robert Pattinson

Masterlist

“Okay I saw these on Tik Tok and I had to get them for you.” Zendaya grinned as she slid a small black box towards you.

“What is it?” You eyed her skeptically as you accepted the box.

“Just open it and look.” She smiled and rubbed her hands together.

“No.” You gasped as you opened the box. “Team Edward underwear?”

You picked up a pair of lacy black paintings and held them out in front of you. The phrase “Team Edward” was stitched in bold white letters right over the crotch.

“Oh my God.” You burst into laughter. “What are these?”

“They’re just panties.” She said innocently. “I thought you’d like them.”

“I do but I cannot wear this around Tom.” You laughed and set them down. “He’ll think I’m insane.”

“Them wear them when he’s away.” She shrugged.

“I cannot believe you bought these.” You shook your head at her. “Or that someone made them. Or that I want to wear them more than anything.”

“See?” She smiled proudly. “I knew you’d like them.”

“I do.” You admitted. “But Tom can never know they exist.”

You put the panties away in your drawer that night and forgot about them. It wasn’t until a few weeks later when you were a guest on the Graham Norton show that your love of Twilight was brought up once again.

“Now, Y/n, I hear you’re a big Twilight fan.” Graham began.

“Yup. Last time I checked.” You nodded, purposefully quoting Jacob Black.

“Are you really?” Graham giggled.

“I cannot tell you how many times I’ve seen those movies.” You shook your head. “Especially the first one. Everyone few months I just sit down and shot gun the series.”

“Were you Team Edward or Team Jacob?”

“Team Edward all the way.” You said immediately. “This is so embarrassing, but I used to leave my window open when I was in middle school so Edward could come in.”

“That’s some dedication.” Graham laughed. “Did he ever come?”

“No. He never did.” You pouted. “13 year old me was really disappointed.”

“I hear you even got a tattoo.” Graham raised his eyebrows, making you hide your face in shame.

“I do.” You laughed behind your hand. “I got too drunk halfway through Eclipse and got a tattoo.”

“You have to show us.” Graham insisted.

“Okay but don’t laugh.” You laughed in defeat and rolled up your sleeve. You held your arm out to the camera, showing off your tattoo that read “Robert Pattinson” in tiny letters on your arm. The audience and Graham laughed at the randomness at the tattoo as your face heated in embarrassment.

“Look at this, it’s not even Twilight related”. Graham laughed. “It’s just Roberts name.”

“I wanted to get to the point.” You shrugged, earning some laughs.

“Why this font?” He wondered as he stared at the tattoo.

“It’s helvetica.” You deadpanned, making Graham cover his face with his cards as he laughed.

“It looks like you’ve just typed this out on the computer.” He pointed out.

“I was drunk.” You rolled your eyes playfully. “And it felt right in the moment.”

“You’ve never met Robert, right?” Graham asked. “You haven’t showed this to him?”

“No, I’ve never met him”. You sighed dramatically. “And he will never see this tattoo.”

“Well then you better cover it up.” Graham said as he looked behind him. “Ladies and gentlemen, Robert Pattinson.”

You furrowed your eyebrows and looked behind Graham as Robert Pattinson came out from back stage. He was in a navy suit, looking as beautiful as ever as he walked towards the couch.

“Oh My God.” You covered your face with your hands as the audience became deafening. You could hear Robert and Graham greeting each other over the sound of your heart pounding in your ears. Slowly, you took your face away from your hands and sheepishly looked up.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Rob.” Robert smiled as he looked down at you.

“Hi.” You smiled weakly as you stood up. Robert shook your hand and kissed your cheek to say hello, making you die on the spot. You let go of him and sat down on the couch, never taking your eyes off Robert.

“This is…” Graham gestured to you a few times, reminding you to say your name.

“Y/n. Sorry.” You blinked a few times. “It’s so nice to finally meet you. I’m a big fan.”

“Are you?” Robert asked as he sat down. “You a Twilight fan?”

“No, I haven’t seen it.” You lied as you collected yourself.

“You just said-“

“I love all your other movies though.” You cut Graham off. “I really admire your work. Your acting is phenomenal.”

“Thank you.” Robert smiled at you. “I’ve seen some of your work as well. I’m always very impressed.”

“Are you?” You squeaked.

“I am.” Robert chuckled. “You’re very talented. I hope we get to work together someday.”

“I’m surprised you two haven’t met before.” Graham cut in. “Y/n, Rob was in a movie with your boyfriend, wasn’t he?”

“With my what?” You asked as you stared starstuck at Robert.

“Your boyfriend.” Graham repeated as the audience laughed. “Tom Holland?”

“Right.” You laughed awkwardly as you continued to stare at Robert. “Him.”

“Yeah, we were in a movie together a few years ago.” Robert answered. “And we’re going to start filming another one soon. It’s called the Devil All The Time.”

“Right.” You remembered. “He told me about it. I was so jealous that he’s getting to work with you for a second time.”

“I’m sure you and I will share the screen one day. Playing lovers, perhaps.” Robert joked as he nudged you.

“Perhaps.” You squeaked.

“We’re gonna cut to commercial.” Graham announced. “More with Robert Pattinson and Y/n L/n after the break.”

After the interview, you ran back to your dressing room with a huge smile. You had not stopped smiling since Robert had walked out on stage. You walked into your dressing room and saw Tom sitting on your couch, making you let out a squeal.

“Ahh! Did you see me?” You gushed. “Did you see me with Edward?”

“Edward?” He chuckled as he hugged you. “You mean Robert Pattinson?”

“Yeah. Him.” You clapped your hands. “He shook my hand and kissed my cheek. I almost passed out. I’m in love with him.”

“I didn’t realize you were such a big fan.” Tom laughed awkwardly as you danced around the room.

“Are you kidding me? I’ve been in love with that man for over ten years now. I’m never washing my hand again.” You held out the hand he shook. “Or my face. God, he’s so beautiful.”

“Yeah. I’ve seen him.” Toms smile slowly faded. “We worked together, you know.”

“I know. You’re so lucky.” You sighed. “Did you hear him saw he wanted us to play lovers in a movie? Can you imagine if that actually happens?”

“No.” Tom said flatly. Before you could notice his indifference, someone knocked at your soon.

“Op. Someones at the door.” You said as you twisted the handle. You opened the door to reveal Robert leaning against your doorframe, knocking the air out of your chest.

“Hello again.” Robert smiled at you.

“Rob!” You stammered in surprise. “Hi.”

“Nice to see you again, Tom.” Robert said as he looked behind you. “How you been, mate?”

“I’ve been good. You?” Tom asked as he stood beside you. He wrapped a protective arm around your shoulders, not liking how fond you were of his former costar.

“Can’t complain.” Robert shrugged. “I’m excited to start filming though. I’ve been working on the accent but I’m not sure I’ve gotten it yet.”

“I’m sure you’ll do great.” You told him. “You’ve done great accents before.”

“Thank you.” He winked at you. “You should come to visit us once we start filming. I’d love to see you again.”

“Of course.” You nodded repeatedly. “I’ll be there.”

“Great.” Robert grinned. “I’ll let you guys get back to it. Bye.”

“Bye.” You enthusiastically waved to him.

“Oh, and Y/n?” Robert said before walking away.

“Yes?” You asked hopefully.

“Close your windows.” He joked, calling back to your story from before. You felt your face heat up and gave him an embarrassed smile before nodding.

“I will.” You told him. Robert firmly squeezed your shoulder before walking away. As soon as you shut the door, you let out a scream and jumped up and down.

“Did you hear that?” You asked Tom. “We have an inside joke. Edward Cullen and I have an inside joke.”

“You do know his name is Rob, right?” Tom said, less than amused. “Not Edward.”

“He’s Edward to me.” You rolled your eyes playfully. “I’ve never been this close to getting a vampire boyfriend. Ah, I’m so happy.”

“You already have a boyfriend.” Tom reminded you as he slumped on your couch. First he had to watch you and Robert fawn over each other on Graham’s couch, and now you wouldn’t stop talking about him. Tom was more than jealous at this point and it was starting to get to him.

“I know.” You chuckled as you sat beside Tom and laid your head on his shoulder. “And I love you. Even if you’re not a vampire.”

“Wow. Even if?” He chuckled sarcastically as he wrapped an arm around you. You leaned up to kiss him, making him feel better. You may be a fan of Robert, but Tom was the one you were kissing.

As promised, Tom brought you with him to the set of The Devil All The Time. He left you in his trailer early in the morning when he left to film, but you were nowhere to be found by the time he returned at the end of the day. Tom pouted when he found his trailer empty and went for a walk around the set to try and find you. When you didn’t turn up in any of the places he checked, he returned to his trailer in defeat.

“Darling?” Tom asked as he walked into his trailer. “Are you in here?”

“Where the hell you been, loca?” You asked as you threw your arms around Tom.

“What?” Tom laughed as he hugged you back, just happy to have found you.

“It was a Twilight reference.” You explained before kissing him hello. “I’ve been trying so hard not to make them around Edward all day.”

“You’ve been with Rob all day?” Tom pulled away, his mood dropping quickly.

“Uh huh.” You nodded in excitement. “I was helping him run lines in his trailer. Can you believe he asked me to help him?”

“Good for you.” Tom grumbled as he flopped down on his couch.

“What’s wrong?” You asked when you noticed Toms tone.

“Do you have feelings for this guy or something?” Tom asked. “Cause it’s starting to seem like you’d rather be with Rob.”

“What?” You laughed. “Tommy, don’t be silly. Of course I don’t have feelings for Rob.”

“Really?” Tom raised an eyebrow. “Because you’ve spent all days running lines with him instead of me, your boyfriend. When he’s around, he’s all you talk about Y/n. And I remember you saying you were in love with him multiple times.”

“I’m not in love with him, silly.” You insisted as you took a seat on his lap. “I’m in love with Edward Cullen. He was my comfort character growing up. I didn’t have a lot of friends in school, so I read books. Sometimes, it was nice to pretend a gorgeous vampire was willing to risk the Volturi to be with you.”

“The what?” Tom asked.

“It’s like the Vampire Supreme Court.” You replied.

“The what?” Tom repeated.

“Oh, right. British.” You remembered. “They’re just the most powerful vampire coven, okay? They make all the rules. You’d know them if you saw them. It’s Charlie Seen and that bitch from Cat in the Hat.”

“What does this have to do you liking Rob?” Tom whined.

“Right, sorry.” You waved your hand in dismissal. “I don’t have feelings for Rob. I don’t even know him. I’m just projecting the character I loved growing up onto the actor who played him. You’re telling me you didn’t geek out the first time you met RDJ?”

“I did.” Tom admitted.

“Exactly. He was your childhood hero and Edward was mine. That’s all this is.” You smiled and patted his cheek. “Nothing to worry about, Tommy.”

“Okay. I’m sorry.” Tom pouted and rubbed your back. “I shouldn’t have accused you of anything.”

“It’s okay. I can see why you got a little jealous. I have been talking about him a lot.” You admitted. “But I promise you, when I look at him, all I see is Edward. Just straight up baseball uniforms and spider monkies.”

“What the hell goes on in those movies?” Tom mumbled under his breath.

“Well, the last two are pretty much an abortion debate.” You began. “But they’re also about Bella being willing to die for that vampire dick.”

“In a vampire movie?” Tom wondered.

“Yeah. But the first one is a baseball movie.” You told him.

“What the fuck?” He whispered.

“You’d understand it if you saw them.” You shrugged.

“I don’t think I would.” He said skeptically.

“I also don’t think you would.” You realized. “But you’d finally understand why I call you my “monkey man” sometimes.”

“That’s a Twilight reference?” He gasped.

“Yeah. A lot of things I say are Twilight references.” You chuckled.

“Well if my darling loves them that much, I might have to give them a chance.” Tom smiled as he leaned in to kiss him.

“Mmm.” You hummed against his lips. “You wanna watch 10 hours of Twilight with me?”

“Absolutely not.” Tom laughed against your mouth. He slowly laid you down on the couch as he hovered on top of you, never break the kiss. The kiss got more heated as you gripped his shirt while his hands slid down to your pants. As his hangs found your zipper, you realized something terrifying.

“Oh no.” You gulped.

“Whats wrong?” Tom wondered as he pulled away.

“Um...” you gulped and looked down at your lap. “You’re not gonna want to do that.”

“Why?” Tom raised an eyebrow, eyes darting down to your zipper skeptically.

“Daya sent me underwear a while ago.” You began. “Um, special underwear.”

“Did she?” Tom smirked as he tugged the zipper down.

“Not that kind of special.” You quickly moved his hand. “It um, it has a slogan on it.”

“Okay?” Tom said slowly.

“You’re not gonna like it.” You told him, only making his curiosity grow. Tom looked at you curiously before tugging your pants down. You covered your face with your hands as he gasped in horror.

“Team Edward?” He yelled. “Your underwear says Team Edward?”

“It was all I had!” You protested as you tugged your pants back up.

“You’re telling me you happened to be wearing these the day you come to visit Rob on set?” Tom pointed an accusing finger at you.

“What are you implying?” You asked as you swatted his hand away. Tom ran his hands through his hair and gave it a stressful tug. He didn’t want to take his insecurity out on you, but the underwear had crossed a line.

“Did you think something was gonna happen between you guys?” He mumbled without looking at you.

“What?” You laughed in shock. “Do you seriously think I woke up this morning and thought “hm, might fuck Robert Pattinson today. Let me make sure I put on my underwear that references a character of his from ten years ago!””

“I don’t know!” He whined. “I can’t believe you’re wearing those.”

“I didn’t mean anything by it.” You laughed as he stormed out of the room. “Tommy, come back.”

“Why are you laughing?” He pouted, face still red from jealousy.

“Because you’re upset over my underwear.” You tried to hold back your laughter. “You know, you could solve this problem by taking them off.”

“No.” He stamped his foot. “You don’t want me. You want you Edgar Curtain and his killer vampire penis.”

“It’s Edward Cullen.” You corrected. “And yes, I do want that.”

“Oh my God.” Tom rubbed his face, making you laugh again.

“Edward would never treat me this way.” You teased. “He would have sex with me and then get scared that he hurt me so he just plays chess with me the rest of our honeymoon.”

“Would he now?” Tom seethed.

“Tommy, please calm down.” You chuckled as you cupped his face. “It’s just an unfortunate coincidence that I was wearing these. I promise, you don’t have anything to worry about. You’re the only one I want.”

“Really?” He asked skeptically as you stroked his cheek with your thumb.

“What can I say?” You smirked. “I’m Team Tom.”

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