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Kinktober Day 13: Dirty Wrestling

Perv!Eddie Munson x Fem!Delinquent!Childhood Bully Friend!Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, dirty wrestling, mean!tomboy!reader, tease!reader, sub!eddie/dom!reader, s-dere reader (think like a playful Wednesday Addams), pervy!eddie, featuring f-boy!steve, modern au, childhood bullying, misogynistic views of women by the hellfire members and steve, kissing, mentions of amazon position, mentions of protected sex, mentions of overstimulation and multiple orgasms, reader gets the last laugh

Summary: Eddie so desperately wants to get laid and seeks you out as an option. He gets more than what he bargained for when he finds out the hard truth why you don’t stick your dick in crazy.

A/N: This was super fun and experimental and I don’t care that it flops I love it 🥰

Eddie groggily trudges into the lunchroom, appearing more disheveled than usual. He plops down into his seat, the bickering amongst his peers ceases as they look at him with concern.

“Eds, you look like shit.” Jeff says.

“Yeah, what gives?” Gareth chimes in.

Eddie darts his eyes on each side before speaking. “Cover your ears, little sheep.”

Dustin, Mike, and Lucas exchange confused looks. Impatient; Eddie waves a dismissive hand and they eventually obey grumbling about how stupid it is.

“Gentlemen, I want—no, no…I need to get laid. It is actually concerning,” Eddie begins, flexing his fingers in an open and shut fist. “This hand…satisfies me no longer. I need to get my dick wet or I think I might go insane. It’s gotten so bad to the point where this morning, I opted to ride a crowded bus instead of driving simply because I wanted to feel the warmth of a woman. As the kids say, ‘I am down horrendous’.”

“Me too,” Gareth sighs in frustration. “I don’t even care for penetration. I just want to be held.”

“Boy, I’m sure lucky I’ve got a girlfriend to get laid whenever I want. I mean, well…whenever she wants,” Jeff’s smile slowly fades as he stares into space. “It’s been 3 weeks and counting but it’ll be anytime before she comes asking. Aaaanytime.”

“I bet I’d get some before Jeffy gets any again.” Gareth chuckles.

“Not before me.” Eddie challenges.

“Are you both making a bet on the basis of my suffering?” Jeff asks, nostrils fuming.

“Yep, yeah, pretty much.” Eddie and Gareth say in unison.

“And how the hell are you two planning on doing that? We’re lucky we even lost our virginities to begin with. Where the hell are you two going to find girls willing to sleep with you when you can’t even look ‘em in the eyes?” Jeff inquires.

“Maybe I could direct you plebeians to a solution?” Dustin interjects, causing the three older boys to turn their attention his way. He’s tapping the tips of his fingers together, a mischievous smirk on his face,

“No offense, Henderson,” Eddie scoffs. “But what the shit could you possibly help us with? Just last week, you thought the condoms in Steve’s bedroom were balloons.”

“Obviously, I’m referring you to him. He helped me build my confidence with the ladies,” Dustin trills in a dorky growl that causes everyone to cringe. “Wouldn’t have the guts to speak to my Suzie-poo if it weren’t for him. If you’re looking to make some happy screams, he’s your guy.”

“No way,” Eddie laughs. “I’m not some sorry loser taking a class on picking up chicks.”

“That’s exactly what you are.” Lucas argues.

“Au contraire, Sinclair,” Eddie begs to differ. “Would a sorry loser shred ‘Master of Puppets’ on guitar after just a week of listening to the song?”

“Yes, that’s huge loser energy.” Mike answers.

“We have a campaign to run in a week,” Dustin says. “I’d rather you two have the heads on your shoulders to be in the game and nothing otherwise.”

And pathetic as it is, Eddie and Gareth would soon find themselves in front of Steve’s dorm room. Dustin lays a few knocks on the door as the older pair internally ping-ponged between pessimistic embarrassment and optimistic desire.

Steve opens the door with a knowing smile. “Well, well, well boys. I’d say I’m surprised to see you but my loyal client here has informed me of your arrival,” He touches two fingers to his temple as if to concentrate his ‘powers’. “Lemme guess, you both wish to consecrate with women.”

“I…think you mean ‘consummate’.” Dustin corrects.

“That’s what I said,” Steve snorts, throwing open his door and gesturing inside with a repeated swat of his hand. “Come on, let’s get this show on the road, I’ve got a date with twins. One at 8 and the other at 10.”

“Twins?” Gareth whisper-yell, shooting Eddie a look of excitement.

“You’re bluffing.” Eddie dismisses.

“If I’m lying, I’m crying,” Steve says before showing off his phone screen with a photo of the girls. “And you don’t see any tears, do you?”

“Teach us your ways, oh, great Master.” Gareth says in awe.

“That’s King to you. Have a seat and listen well, boys.” Steve instructs before sitting on the edge of his computer desk while three boys sit on a small sofa across from him. “First off, you gotta weigh out your options. If you’re in it for the long haul, then you can go for the girl that takes a lot of effort to get. These are usually the girls you might’ve been pining for, for a while. But since you’re looking for a quick nut, then you’ll need to weigh out your feasible options. Gare Bear, whatcha got?”

“Helen from the drama club. Oh, and there’s this cute barista at my local coffee shop that’s been giving me the eye whenever I come by. She even puts a heart over the ‘i’ in my name.” Gareth says.

“You don’t have an ‘i’ in your name.” Eddie says, blinking in bewilderment.

“I know her!” Dustin exclaims. “My mom does some light chatting with her here and there whenever she picks up her coffee. The ‘eye’ you’re referring to is just an involuntary twitching of the eye from prolonged exposure to bright lights in the shop,” Dustin explains to Gareth who begins to slump in defeat. “B-but on the bright side, they’ve fixed those pesky lights recently so if she’s giving you the eye, it’d be for real this time.”

“I’m pretty sure she puts an ‘i’ with a heart on everyone’s coffee cups,” Steve adds. “Cute girl but not the best speller.”

“You’re not helping, buddy.” Dustin sing-songs, through gritted teeth.

“What about you, Munster? What’re your options?” Steve asks with an inquisitive rubbing of his chin.

Eddie searches his thoughts. “No one.”

“You’ve gotta give me something to work with, fellas,” Steve sighs. “Someone’s gotta come to mind.”

“Dude, what about that juvie chick? The one who lives in the same park as you,” Gareth suggests. “Wasn’t she like your childhood friend or something? You’d be so in there!”

“(Name)?! Fuck no!” Eddie shouts. “She wasn’t my friend. She was my first bully.”

————

Age 13

The first time he’d met you, you were both in cuffs at a police station. The two of you sat across from one another as you awaited to place a phone call to your guardians.

Suddenly you retrieved a hair pin from your mouth, clutching it firmly between your teeth as you brought your shackled hands up to your face and picked the lock. Not a moment later, you were free. Eddie could only watch on in awe as you stood up, the cops too busy to notice you.

“A little help here. I can’t have my uncle see me in this place again.” Eddie whispered to you.

“Of course.” You said with a sweet smile before tossing the bobby pin at his feet. “Good luck.”

With a quick blow of a kiss, you strode away and Eddie’s expression morphed into bafflement and dismay.

“Hey! I can’t reach it!” Eddie shouted but you’d been long gone and he’s now alerted the police to your departure.

Age 14

Since then, he was sure he’d never see you again until he briefly attended an alternative school and ran into you again. The moment you saw him, you purposefully tripped him to the ground for ‘ratting you out’.

The torment only seemed to worsen once you began to actively seek his friendship because very few were brave enough to befriend you. Sometimes, you’d invite him over to your trailer home and he’d get a glimpse of exactly why you are the way you are. As you are the youngest and the only girl in the family of a workaholic father and 3 older brothers who were just as chaotic and malicious as you. Then came the day you’d make your ‘friendship’ official, when you all but cornered him in the boys’ locker room.

“Munson, I’m looking for a best friend.” You nonchalantly asked, unfazed by the half-naked boys running amuck at your presence.

“Are you stupid? You can’t be here! You’ll get in trouble.” Eddie chastised.

“What else is new?” You shrugged before taking his hand. “Come on, applications are open and I can’t imagine being besties with anyone other than you.”

“W-what happened to the last guy?” He asks while recalling the last boy toy that you’ve once dragged around the school.

“Let’s just say the ‘bestie’ slot opened up after my last one yelled at me in class. Heard he got visited by the men in white that very same day. Something about an anonymous person calling into a mental institution to report him for his aggression. Wonder who it could’ve been.” You ended with a feigned innocent look.

Eddie really wished he could’ve said ‘no’. But he couldn’t dare end up like the last guy. Even as his peers from behind your view, mimed and charaded away gestures advising against it—, Eddie reluctantly agreed. Thus began a whirlwind of a friendship filled with lots of delinquency and drama.

Age 15

Then by the grace of whatever, Eddie had been able to leave the alternative school and attend Hawkins High after teachers cited an improvement in his performance in his classes. He was finally going to be free.

“It really sucks to see you go. You’re probably going to be so lost without me. If you’d like I could create a distraction that’ll allow us to stay together.”

“No!” Eddie yells then immediately adjusts his tone. “I mean…no. It’s probably for the best that I go to a boring old public school. We had good times but, alas, we must part. I could only hope that we’ll meet again someday.”

“Well, you may be going to a different school but we can still hang out afterschool. We live in the same place after all.” You beamed.

“I’m moving,” Eddie quickly lied. “Possibly very far away. To a remote area that’s so far, there isn’t even an address you can call in to or send me letters or anything.”

“Damn, sounds like my last juvie center. I’ll be wishing for the day we meet again, bestie.” And with that you gave him a crushing hug.

It was a shitty thing to do. Lying to a supposed ‘friend’. He knew. But what else could he have done? You were a lot and sometimes quite the nightmare. He’d have died an early death messing around with you. Ever since then, he avoided you at all costs, making sure to never cross paths with you again. He’d done so successfully for about 3-4 years. Hell, you’ve probably forgotten about him.

If he’s that lucky…

———

“She made me take the fall for a lot of things she did, treated me like a lapdog, made me get into situations where I could’ve died— you know, she once tied me to a tree and left me there for an hour. I had to break out of it on my own only to find out that she’d been only a couple feet away, timing my escape. Last I heard, she hasn’t changed.”

“Yeah, but have you seen her as of late? She’s fucking hot. I’d thank her if she were to spit on me.” Gareth says dreamily while Dustin furrows his brows in disgust.

“Then why don’t you try your luck with her instead?” Eddie asks.

“Because she’s clearly into you.” Gareth retorts.

“I’d advise neither of you two to mess with her,” Steve warns. “The hotter a crazy woman is—buckle the fuck up because you’ll be in for a wild rollercoaster ride. Your inexperienced nerdy hearts couldn’t possibly take that much excitement. They don’t call her ‘The Siren’ for shits and giggles.”

“Siren?” Eddie questions.

“Sirens are evil mythical creatures that lure men to their dooms.” Dustin clarifies.

“Sounds about right.” Eddie mutters.

“You guys ever heard of Norm Prescott?” Steve questions ominously.

“Who?” The boys ask at once.

“Exactly,” Steve says while pointing a finger. “Norm was a kid in my year. Good kid. Captain of the robotics club. Member of the swim team. The poor bastard came across her page on a dating app last year, messaged her, fucked her and he was never seen again. Rumor has it, he went completely insane after one night with her and needed to attend college in a different city in order to be free of her spell. Pussy from a crazy chick will ruin your fucking life. Heed my words: Do not stick your dick in crazy.”

“I don’t know…That sounds kind of metal.” Eddie admits.

“Yeah. What could possibly go wrong?” Gareth asks.

“Pretty much everything from the way that eerily sounded.” Dustin shudders.

“Dudes, she’s not actually some evil mythical…” Eddie’s voice trails off before he correctly starts up again. “She’s not a mythical creature. Just an adrenaline junkie with a sadistic streak.”

“Somehow that sounds worse.” Dustin comments.

“So you’re going to do it?!” Gareth asks.

“‘Course not,” Eddie scoffingly laughs. “I’m desperate…but I’m not that desperate.”

“Good boy,” Steve praises before taking a swig of his beer. “The tale of Norm Prescott is a cautionary one. I don’t want to see any of the people I care for lured to their doom. Oh…and I guess I wouldn’t want that for you guys either.”

“I think I’ll go ahead and consider myself lucky that I’ll never have to experience some shit like that.” Dustin sighs in relief.

“Wait for it.” The older three reply in unison.

———

Eddie’s stomach churned with envy when he learned that two days later Jeff had gotten some from his girlfriend, noticing the bounce in his step. It felt almost like a bad omen to him which confirmed his paranoia when Gareth had bragged to him about receiving the local barista’s number, citing King Steve as his guru.

Though no serious stakes were in place, Eddie truly felt as though he’d max out all his options. He couldn’t possibly be the only one caught in a dry spell when he’s already regarded as a freak enough!

Maybe a night with you didn’t seem so bad after all.

“I see that look in your eyes,” Steve says, tossing a card into the pile before suavely leaning back in his chair. “You’re thinking about fucking her, aren’t you?”

“Gah, this again!” Dustin groans, angrily tossing a card on top. “It’s already bad enough I nearly walked in on Nancy and Jonathan doing the ‘hokey pokey’ while needing the bathroom at Mike’s place. Something must be in the air. Hormones, pheromones, angst—I don’t flippin’ know.”

“H-how is she by the way?” Steve says breaking his f-boy persona. “She ever asked about me.”

“Yes, Stevie, I’m sure she thought of you while getting railed against a bathroom sink by Johnny boy.” Eddie says sarcastically.

“You’re a little snappy.” Steve grumbles.

“Because I’m frustrated,” Eddie cries. “Gareth’s probably going to get off before me. In fact, everyone will—maybe even you’ll get some before me, Dustin, because apparently I’m so much of a loser that I can’t get a single girl to want me.”

“Maybe you should just go for the crazy chick. It’s been years. I’m sure she’s changed. Befriend her again so that you’ll finally get some action and we don’t have to hear you yapping about being a sad little virgin all the time. I mean, how bad could she really be?” Dustin poses the question.

“Norm Prescott…” Steve singsongs.

“But did he die?” Dustin counters.

Steve stands corrected, quirking his head. “You’ve got a point there.”

“Sh-should I really? What if she hates me?” Eddie ask timidly.

“Hate sex with a crazy lady? Sounds like a deadly mix. Not a bad way to go if you ask me.” Steve says.

———

“Hot date tonight, tiger?” Wayne asks with an amused smile and arms crossed as he leans against his nephew’s door frame.

“Actually, I’m going to see an old friend.” Eddie says vaguely, causing Wayne to tilt his head in suspicion.

“You mean that sailor-mouthed girl you used to get up to no good with? Didn’t you used to beg me to lie about your whereabouts to her?”

“We were only immature children then, Way-dog,”Eddie excuses. “We’ve grown apart from our former selves.”

“Just last week, you asked me to schedule a dentist appointment for you because you were afraid to speak to a live person.” Wayne deadpans.

“I was…saving my vocals for a gig.” Eddie justifies.

Wayne sighs, knowing exactly what his nephew is going to get up to. So like the supportive parent that he is, he slips a row of condoms into the pocket of Eddie’s leather jacket.

“Just be careful, son,” Wayne says while patting his chest. “Wearing protection can save you in a lot of ways—“

“O-kay, I’m getting a little uncomfortable. Goodbye.” Eddie flushes red, knowing by now that his own uncle knew the rule of crazy women and that his poor nephew was too far gone to help himself.

Once Eddie’s out the door, his body shakes at the thought of seeing you again after all these years. Would you remember him fondly or as a liar?

Then, he spots you sunbathing in a lawn chair, puffing a vape pen and flipping through a magazine. You’re in a tight yellow bikini with only a small sheer coverall around your waist. Your skin looks so well moisturized, he can tell you’d feel so soft. That thought alone was enough encouragement to keep him going.

He clears his throat and you choose to ignore it at first until he’d done it again. You lower your heart-shaped sunglasses, glaring up at him for a moment before your expression softens—in fact, it brightens once he’s sure you recognized him.

“Bestie…that you?” You ask, rising to your feet.

“In the flesh.” Eddie says nervously shifting his weight on either foot.

“It’s been so long,” You hugged him with that same crushing power that was all too familiar. He should be traumatized but instead he shudders happily, breathing in your vanilla scent. “How are you?”

You pulled away and he had to catch himself from pathetically chasing your embrace.

“I’m great. Really great. Y-you look like you’re doing well, too.” Eddie says with an anxious giggle.

“I am. Thanks for noticing,” You say almost suggestively. “You wanna come inside so you and I can properly catch up? My brothers aren’t home.”

“Yes!” He says a little too eagerly and it makes you laugh.

“Well, come on in then, partner. Don’t be shy,” You beckon, taking his hand and leading him into your lair. “I only bite when necessary.”

His heart beats a mile a minute when instead of being led to sit at the sofa, he’s dragged to your bedroom. He fiddles with his fingers nervously as you begin to lock the door. You turn to face him again with that famous mischievous smirk.

“You remember as kids when we used to play doctor? Those were fun times, right?

Dustin was sooo wrong. You didn’t change whatsoever and Eddie’s slowly regretting his decision.

“Y-yeah. So fun,” He lies, swallowing the hard lump in his throat before taking steps back at your inching approach. “Though, you had me shitting bricks at times when you suggested we use real medical tools instead.”

“I was only messing with you.”

“Hard to believe that when you used to chase me with a pair of scissors.” The backs of Eddie’s knees hit the edge of your bed and his arms flail to keep himself upright.

“But friends can tell little white lies here and there? I never intended on hurting you. Not too badly at least. You know a thing or two about lying to your friends…don’t you, Edward?” The moment you’re a little too close for his liking, Eddie dashes from in front of you and towards your bedroom door but the complicated locks scramble his brain. He quickly faces you again, not wanting to keep his eyes from you too long in case you do something.

You plant your hands on either side of his head, closing the gaps between your bodies. Your full breasts are pressed up against him and yet he’s too scared to care.

“Why’d you lie, bestie?” You ask. “Didn’t we have fun times together? We roughhoused, got into some wild antics, and we even cried together.”

Except, it was Eddie that was doing most of the crying!

“I-I didn’t mean to…t-o...” Eddie says, voice pitched high.

“To lie? Oh, Eddie, mother tells me that when a man lies, he certainly means to do so,” You give a low, dark chuckle. “So after all these years, Eddie, why did you decide to see your dear old pal again?”

“T-to apologize.” He swallows.

“With your cock?” You ask with an innocent tone, batting your lashes. You glide a hand up his inner thigh until it lands on the hard bulge in his jeans, palming him in your surprisingly strong yet dainty-looking hands.

He gasps, fearing that you’d be psychotic enough to break his dick. “I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. Just please let me go and I will never bother you again.”

“Oh, I’ll let you go,” You flick your tongue along the bottom length of his straight nose. “But I’d like to play a game…for old times sake.”

“Is it ‘smackdown’?” He whimpers.

“I was actually going to suggest a game of ‘Go Fish’ since you’re always so good at that,” You blink blankly before a sinister expression takes over. “But I like your idea.”

He curses himself in his head, helpless as you grab fistfuls of his jacket and drag him away from the door.

‘Smackdown’ was a wrestling game the two of you created sprinkled with your own sadistic twist in which you two used to wrestle one another. Eddie quite liked to play wrestling with you but as a scrawny kid back then, you’d always win the match. The rules were that you’d have to pin your opponent to the ground for at least 7 seconds. Winner gets the choice to do whatever they want.

If Eddie’s going to get himself out of this mess, he needs to use all the strength he’s got. No holding back. Luckily for him, he’d grown a lot bigger than you.

On either side of the room, you two stare intensely at one another. Eddie charges you with a loud battle cry and pins you down to your fluffy white rug. He’s never had this much of the upper hand. Never gotten past 3 seconds. It’s almost too good to be true.

But when he’s gotten past 4 seconds his heart soars as he can practically taste the freedom. Seeing you struggle for free yourself beneath him was quite satisfying within itself. But then at the 6 second mark, you made the cruelest move yet…you reminded him of his desperation.

You lunged forward and kissed him.

Distracted by this, Eddie releases your wrist in shock. You’re quick to gain the advantage as you roll on top of him and pin his wrists down for the 7 seconds.

“I win.” You gloat.

“You cheated!” He hisses.

“You’re allowed to play dirty or did you forget the rules.”

“What are you going to do to me? Scour the internet for the worse medieval forms of torture to use against me?”

“Tempting,” You say and Eddie wishes he’d shut his big fucking mouth. “But I like my idea better.”

Digging your nails into his scalp and gathering a large amount of his hair in your hand, you crash your lips onto his again. Your other free hand fiddles with the zipper of his jeans and he moans into the kiss when your hands are enclosed around his girthy member.

“I’ve got this new wrestling move I’ve been dying to try,” You whisper against his lips before nipping the bottom lip. “I like to call it the amazon warrior power press. Wanna see?”

By the time you’re through with him; you’ve tossed him in every position you could think of and used him like a proper toy—you’ve officially ruined all women for him. He’s never been fucked as if he were a slut. Cum-filled condoms like inflated balloons piling up beside his head after every round; he’d lost count after 4.

He was a drooling, pussy-drunken fool by the end of it but you gave him no time to bask in it as you’d pushed him out of your home practically naked.

In his underwear, his clothes and shoes in a balled-up mess in his hands—deep hickies and love bites littered all over his skin, he looks up at you on your porch with a desperate yet hopeful smile. His friends will mourn Eddie Munson for he, too, has been cursed with the same spell that once begot Norm Prescott. And even worse, he didn’t have the capacity to care.

“Will I get to see you again?” Eddie says while fumbling to catch his things from falling. “I’d like to take you out on a date sometime. M-maybe I could get your number?

“Sorry, bestie,” You say, faking a sad pout. “But I’m moving.”

And with that, you shut the door square in his face.

[wild-walking]

Despite detesting love is blind, I’ve been thinking of a steddie au set within the show with a lot of extra pairings:

Steve and Robin are platonic soulmates who both decide to apply despite Robin being a lesbian. They mainly just want a vacation and figure why not get lavender married at the end of it. Though, of course, if Steve does fall in love with someone he should follow his heart.

They are both chosen for an Indianapolis season (or maybe Chicago, I don’t necessarily want to force them to stay in Indiana) along with Eddie, Jonathan, Argyle, Dustin, Lucas, Tommy, Jason, Dan on the men’s side and Nancy, Barb, Chrissy, Vickie, Suzie, Max, El, Tammy, Carol on the women’s side. Plus whichever unimportant extra characters to just fill however many pods they start out with.

Steve immediately thinks Nancy is the one. He’s still seeing Robin regularly but they do a lot of talking about how hard his decision is between the two of them and the producers think they’re really strange.

Steve is also often chatting with Dustin and Lucas who he has taken under his wing and Eddie who the other boys really like but Steve just doesn’t understand.

Robin is struggling quite a bit with her decision to enter this. Sure, any of these ladies could be bi or secretly a lesbian, like her, but she can’t outright ask them when they’re supposed to be here to find their male soulmate. She’s often in groups chatting with Vickie, Barb, Nancy, and Chrissy, pining as Vickie starts to fall for Dan.

The producers expect Nancy and Robin to be really catty, but Robin just keeps talking about what an amazing guys Steve is to Nancy and how any girl would be lucky to have him.

Nancy is struggling between Steve and Jonathan. Steve is definitely a solid choice, but would he challenge her, would he excite her? She isn’t sure. Jonathan feels different. Like he gets the parts of her she has to hide.

When Steve proposes to Nancy, she ends up saying maybe a tad more of what’s on her mind than she would’ve said if she could actually see Steve’s face, basically coming to the conclusion that she’s rather be with Jonathan directly in front of him.

Steve comes back to the men’s living area and Dustin and Lucas are both on dates. Eddie is sitting there and can clearly tell something has gone wrong. He makes Steve sit with him and tell him everything and is very supportive of Steve, making it clear that he shouldn’t let what Nancy say get to his head. Something in this just clicks for Steve and he gets why Dustin and Lucas both like hanging around with Eddie.

Eddie meanwhile has been dating Chrissy, who has also been dating Jason. Jason is an ass though which is slowly revealed and Chrissy decides she wants to go for the guy who makes her laugh but maybe isn’t who her parents pictured her with based on everything she’s learned about Eddie.

Eddie also hangs out quite often with Jonathan and Argyle and he thinks Steve got screwed over by the show’s premise. Who in their right mind would pick Jonathan over Steve? Like Jonathan is a good guy, but Steve is so nice and a complete smoke show.

The couples who end up moving to the next stage are Steve & Robin, Eddie & Chrissy, Jonathan & Nancy, Dan & Vickie, Dustin & Suzie, Lucas & Max, and Tommy & Carol.

When Steve and Robin are revealed to each other, Robin puts on her most theater club energy performance to give Steve a huge stage kiss. Steve can’t help but laugh through it, glad to be reunited with Robin in person.

Okay there’s more to this, but I didn’t realize how long this would get. Part 2 coming soon!

[inkyclone99]

• Bloodied Heartstrings / Michaelis Bros AU •

Completely sane not even slightly odd AU

I don’t. Even know where to begin with this one.

I guess. Maybe like. Ok. I have this DioJona fic called Bloodied Heartstrings on ao3. It’s about Jonathan being revived as a woman by Dio, giving JoJo the body of a woman during SDC (JoJo in that is a trans lady but is still figuring it out)

This fic is kinda like how I like my taste of DJ. It’s fun with all the lil alts it has. Trans lady Jona supremacy. Dio is the ally

Anyway there is a lot here including the crossovers. Kuro makes some sense but I’m aware Star Wars is one hell of a stretch. So under the like Imma explain. It’s a LOT.

Ok. Let’s start from the very beginning.

Yes. The Joestars and Phantomhive are related. But it’s pretty distant enough they know each other but not that close. Claudia and George are cousins.

Mary Joestar is alive and well, because she is a vampire. Yes. She was turned by her own purchase, the mask. And when the carriage crashed, she got in a primal instinct of hunger due to all the blood, and to protect her son, she ran away. (And I hc she was the one that brought the star birthmark to the family, which is very convenient for the Joestars)

Now here is where crossover starts to kick. Dio is not Dario’s son.

He is Sebastian Michaelis’ son.

Eleanor (maiden name Michaelis) Brando married Dario, but she later on was sold by him to work at a meeting…said meeting of a cult. One that summoned Sebastian.

Out of everyone, he chose Eleanor cuz she was the purest (which in his vision, would make her more fun to corrupt and taste). She had very standards wishes, but the third one…she wanted a child.

She was over the age of a young maiden, and she was never able to bear Dario’s child. But she always wanted one.

So, for that, Sebastian gave her his child, later named Dio (because Sebas thinks he is so funny)

Sadly when Dio was 9, Eleanor got deadly sick, and by that point, Sebastian had no idea he had fallen in love with her, he didn’t understand those feelings. All those years with this odd family, he was never able to corrupt the nice soul of Eleanor Michaelis. So, when he devoured her soul, it tasted like splendidly sweet chocolate, which he hates to this day.

And sadly, he abandoned Dio after that. (Shame on you Sebastian) Dio was raised by Dario after that and we know how that goes.

JoJo canon goes JoJo canon, same old same old, Jonathan doesn’t know his gender yet all and all, marries Erina, gets killed by Dio

George II and Lisa Lisa get together, have Joseph, he dies and she disappears

Battle Tendency happens but with a twist: Caesar lives! And he and Joseph marry (don’t worry about homophobia world). Later they ask Suzi to be their surrogate and they have Holly!

Also to clean Joseph of being a cunt, Josuke is not actually a cheating baby…he is a accidental threesome baby. (CaeJose are bi4bi what can you do, lucky Tomoko)

Then my fanfic happens. BHS. Which, I KNOW, it’s not done yet I’m so sorry I’m so slow with it. But believe me, I have the end perfect in mind and I’m gonna spoil it. Sorry

Anyway, after being awaken (he never actually slept in the coffin) in “modern” times in Egypt, Dio revives Jonathan with a body that he always deserved, of a woman (who yes it’s Giorno’s shitty mom).

Fanfic happens fanfic happens they get together they fuck Jona gets pregnant.

Then, spoiler warning.

SDC happens. Dio was almost killed by Jotaro, but Jonathan got in the way and stopped everything (it will be cooler when written down trust)

No one dies too all Crusaders are fine. And it’s an awkward travel back to Japan

Because Dio does have a cure that doesn’t involve killing him and possibly Jona. The stand arrow

The stand arrow awakens Holly’s stand fully. Then Joseph is informed of a lil boy in Japan suffering the same thing as Holly. Realization hits the poor bastard and he sends the arrow to cure the boy

Also…yeah. JotaJona happens. Hear me out. They are so distant and at this point just not really related it’s FINE AJSBSKSNSKSJSKSJKSKSKS

I just really love this ship ok and I don’t have anyone else that I like to ship Jotaro with that much.

But first Giorno is born. He is actually a trans boy here just doesn’t reveal until later. Which is funny, cuz Jona was the last one to discover and understand too. And now she goes by she/her fully.

After some convincing and lil dates JotaJona also get together. Technically DioJotaJona Ofc but Dio and Jotaro still don’t really like each other. But they love Johanna (her new name), so they accept each other like a sitcom. A love triangle without the bottom one would say.

Then Jolyne is born, the most perfect descendant of Jonathan Joestar there could be in canon, is now her daughter. It’s poetic to me <33

And some time later the gen Z Jocelyn is born form DioJona. She is my lovely oc <33 more about her soon promise.

Now going to the Phantomhive fun. Grandpa Undertaker / Claudiataker canon. He hit that.

Anyway canon goes canon goes until the end cuz we have no clue how Kuro will end (though I’m certain it will end with Ciel dying as a child).

Here Undie is defeated and R!Ciel dies Fr this time. O!Ciel covers up saying he was an imposter. Then, he marries Ran-Mao (I have a fic about it, the only fic on ao3 without creepy Lau in the mix)

It’s my rarepair don’t judge me

Sebastian becomes merciful, letting Ciel have a full life before taking his life (he became a softie).

So, Ciel and Ran-Mao have twin girls: Claudia and Rachel. My girly Claudia becomes the Queen’s guarddog when Ciel is incapable of action, and Rachel goes on to have a family.

Years pass and nowadays we have Shiori Genpō. Yes. From the weird Kuro live action movie. She is CANON. And the current head of the Funtom company. (Also dating her maid who is descendant of Mey-Rin and Bard)

Oh and who is that plague doctor mask shinigami with oddily familiar eyes and hair color? Mmm I already spoiled enough here.

Ok. Now.

How the fuck Star Wars fits in this SHIT

Because like. JoJo and Black Butler. Odd. Sure. But somewhat fits in the same universe without contradictions. Mainly with Phantom Blood. (Jack the ripper being multiple killers would be canon here. JoJo Jack is the copycat)

But STAR WARS?

Isn’t that just the tism hyperfixation bullshit at it again?

…yes. But I also have an explanation to it…kinda.

Ok so. Earth is in the SW verse, but it’s SUPER distant from the Known Regions. Barely anyone knows about it and traveling there is almost impossible.

It is possible though, for supernatural beings.

Sebastian can travel around with portals he can create himself. It’s simple and fast.

After Ciel dies at 90s around of age, Sebastian has a lot of feelings to deal with. His love for Eleanor, his care for Ciel that allowed him to live longer…he needs to rediscover himself being more than a soul eating demon.

So, he travels around the galaxy.

Knowing new places, going in adventures, becoming a bounty hunter for funsies, stealing lightsabers and using them like child’s play without the need of the Force

One day, he meets Jango Fett. And Jango is SO IMPRESSED by this fuck ass Weirdo that he invites him to be a trainer in Kamino.

Sebastian goes why not and goes. But because of his abilities, the kaminoans are interested in using his blood to create an enhanced clone soldier, along with other blood donors for the rest of the experimental clone squad.

Sebastian, who is very conflicted with his humane feelings, accepts it. And even if the clone child only has like 10% of his blood just for his enhanced senses, he sees the clone child as his son.

And that son is Hunter.

Sadly, the kaminoans forbid him of interacting with Hunter, because of attachments and bs. While the other boys’ blood donors don’t give a shit, Sebastian does, and sneaks in to have some time with baby Hunter all thanks to Omega, who Hunter later adopts.

During the battle of Kamino in TCW, Sebastian protects Hunter and his brothers from the droids, and then…he disappears. He goes back to Earth.

Because he knew he wouldn’t be able to leave Hunter if he returned to him after That Day. He’d steal Hunter and raise him for the mistakes he did.

Yet. He once again abandoned a child. Because he lives in conflict.

Years later, after SDC ending, Sebastian reconnects with Dio (it’s VERY HARD as it SHOULD be), and then contacts with Hunter again (who is less hard Ofc, actually Sebas was his idol even without knowing their relation)

And there we have it. Ofc when it comes to Hunter the AU differs depending on which ship and kids I have with him lol. But the Earth part is mostly the same in all.

…so. Yeah.

There we have it. My fucking, weird ass AU. I know it’s a lot. It’s strange. Some would say bizarre. But it’s my baby AU.

I love it. I will most likely reference it a LOT. I might pin this too.

So. Yeah. Lol. Now you have context for my other post with Dio and Hunter lol

ALSO SUPER IMPORTANT FACT: Sebastian is Japanese (Yuta Furukawa) so both Dio and Hunter are hafus hehe

[bullet-prooflove]

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When he puts Matty down in his crib that night, he spends a long time standing over his son, watching the raise and fall of his chest.  Sometimes he can’t believe that this is real, that he can be this lucky. He knows he doesn’t deserve it, he’s done some terrible shit in his life but when he looks at you and Matty, he counts his blessings because he’s never been as happy as he is with the two of you.

You’re folding laundry in the bedroom when he finds you. You smile as he wraps his arms around your body, drawing you back against his chest. He buries his face into the curve of your neck, his lips trailing lightly over your skin.

“You know I’d be a shitty husband right?” He murmurs into your ear as you reach up behind you, your fingers threading through his unruly dark curls.

“I’d be a shitty wife.” You remind him.

It’s a familiar conversation. The women in his life before, they wanted to settle, get married. Crow eaters aspire to become old ladies and getting pregnant is the ideal way to trap a man. It doesn’t matter with who.

You’ve always been an anomaly in his life, unpredictable and unrelenting. You don’t want a ring on your finger, you don’t agree with what it symbolises, you belong to yourself and yourself only.

 For Tig the idea of marriage feels like a stranglehold, he’s been there done that and he hated every single second of it. The love he has for you it goes far beyond anything he’s ever felt for anyone else but a wedding ring isn’t where it leads.

He withdraws the necklace from the pocket of his jeans, his fingers fiddling with the clasp before he drapes it around your neck. Your fingertips skate over the three little circlets entwined together, gold for him, silver for Matty and rose gold for you. He’d had it made especially by a jeweller up in Stockton because whilst neither of you wants a ring, he wants to show his commitment to you, his dedication.

“I love you Suzy.” He whispers as you settle back into his arms, his cheek coming to rest upon the top of your head. “I hope you know just how much.”

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[cafenostalgique]

My ultimate film watchlist (1930s-1940s)

1950s | 1960s-1970s | 1980s | 1990s | 2000s | 2010s

Welcome to part one of my ultimate film watchlist! This list is a compilation of all of the films, whether short or long, that I hope to watch one day. I add films I have already watched to the list, as well as how I liked them with a very simple code below. As you start to make it to the last 40ish years (as of 2023) you will notice I haven't watched a lot of common films the 90s and 2000s kids watched. That's because I watched the High School Musical and Barbie movies religiously as a child and basically nothing else. Outside of those, I hated movies and rarely wanted to go out to see a movie as a child, or even sit with the family to watch movies. So I am currently going through my list, and I imagine a lot of the PG and PG-13 movies will get hit in a few years when I have my own children.

Anyways, that's enough of that. Enjoy the list, and let me know if I should add anything!

P.S. Some films may be doubled in my holiday list as well! That list will be linked above with every major holiday movie I would like to watch. That does not necessarily include just Christmas/cozy winter movies, but other holidays too.

P.S.S. I struggle to watch films from these decades, and really can’t watch anything from earlier than the 1930 due to a lot of films having limited soundtracks, if any at all. Just personal preferences that I would be shocked to hear are uncommon. I would love recommendations for this post in particular though!

watched | loved| wouldn’t watch again | holiday

1930

All Quiet on the Western Front

The Blue Angel

1931

City Lights

Dracula

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

Frankenstein

M

1932

Blonde Venus 

Devil and the Deep

Freaks

Hot Saturday

Madame Butterfly

Merrily We Go to Hell

Scarface

Singapore Sue

Sinners in the Sun

The Mummy

This Is the Night

1933

Alice in Wonderland

Duck Soup

Gambling Ship

I’m No Angel

King Kong

Little Women

She Done Him Wrong

The Eagle and the Hawk

The Invisible Man

The Woman Accused

1934

Born to Be Bad

Cleopatra 

It Happened One Night

Kiss and Make-Up

Ladies Should Listen

Thirty-Day Princess

1935

Bride of Frankenstein

Enter Madame

Sylvia Scarlett

The Last Outpost

Top Hat

Wings in the Dark

1936

Big Brown Eyes

Modern Times

Suzy

The Amazing Quest of Ernest Bliss

Wedding Present

1937

Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs

The Awful Truth

The Toast of New York

Topper

When You’re in Love

1938

Bringing Up Baby

Holiday

The Adventures of Robin Hood

You Can’t Take It with You

1939

Gone With The Wind

Gunga Din

In Name Only

Only Angels Have Wings

Stagecoach

The Wizard of Oz

1940

His Girl Friday

My Favorite Wife

Pinocchio

Rebecca

The Grapes of Wrath

The Great Dictator

The Howards of Virginia

The Philadelphia Story

1941

Citizen Kane

Dumbo

Penny Serenade

Suspicion

The Maltese Falcon

1942

Bambi

Casablanca

Once Upon a Honeymoon

The Talk of the Town

To Be or Not To Be

1943

Destination Tokyo

Mr. Lucky

Shadow of a Doubt

1944

Arsenic and Old Lace

Double Indemnity

Laura

None but the Lonely Heart

Once Upon a Time

1945

Scarlet Street

Spellbound

1946

It’s a Wonderful Life

Night and Day

Notorious

The Big Sleeper

The Best Years of Our Lives

1947

Miracle on 34th Street

The Bachelor and the Bobby-Soxer

The Bishop’s Wife

The Lady from Shanghai

1948

Every Girl Should Be Married

Mr. Blandings Builds His Dream Home

Rope

The Treasure of the Sierra Madre

1949

Kind Hearts and Coronets

I Was a Male War Bride

White Heat

[akajustmerry]

Hi Merry! I hope you're doing well :) I wanted to share I finished I Hate Suzie after you made a post about Lucy Pebble writing that Succession ep and stuff and it was SO GOOD. Billie Piper is incredible and I'm still thinking about that last episode!!

I was wondering if you had any show/film recs for your fave messy protagonists ( like Suzie Pickles )please?

omg yay I am so chuffed you watched/loved I hate suzie 💕💕 and lucky for u I love a messy protagonist it's basically where I live mentally so here are me top messy main character recs that I don't see reccomended enough:

The Bisexual - honestly if you love IHS this is very close spiritually. Leila is Iranian American woman living as a lesbian in the UK whose life blows up when she realises she's bi

Preppers - this is an Australian show that has a very similar insane celebrity cancellation plotline as IHS. follows an Aboriginal morning show host who gets cancelled after a public meltdown live on air so she runs away to live with a bunch of doomsday preppers.

Hitmen - Dark comedy from the UK about 2 best friends who are middle aged women and are also assassins but they're not very good at their job. One of the funniest shows to come out in the last few years.

Chewing Gum - created by Michaela Coel, UK series is a comedy about a working class religious Black woman in her 20s trying to find someone she can lose her virginity to. Everything cool about Fleabag was done in this show first.

Search Party - the messyness of these characters is boundless and absurd. Dramedy about a group of hapless 20 somethins who decide to go looking for their missing mutual friend.

Bad Sisters - Dark comedy series about 4 sisters trying to kill their 5th sister's rotten abusive husband. Especially good if you enjoy the family drama element of IHS

Selfie - my beloved. It's hard to find it streaming anywhere these days but if you can, watch it. Sitcom modern retelling of My Fair Lady starring Karen Gillan and John Cho.

We Are Lady Parts - masterpiece of a show about a bunch of Muslim women in their 20s/30s who are in a punk rock band. I don't really think they're messy to the extent Suzie is, but if you love the raw honesty and heart of IHS, walp has it in OODLES.

I'd also reccomend any other show Lucy Prebble has written/written for because they're all brilliant odessys on messy painfully human people ❤️

[cammie-morgan-goode]

What's your favorite scene/scenes in each of the book?

Hi friend!

Here’s my favorite scene/scenes in each book! Spoilers!

LYKY: when Joe Solomon walks through the doors of the Grand Hall and sits down and says “sorry I’m late, Rachel.” When Joe Solomon is late to the first CoveOps class and tells the girls that he is preparing them for life outside in the field. “Get good, ladies. Or get dead.” Meeting Macey McHenry for the first time. “Tell Suzy she’s a lucky cat.” “For the first time in a long time, when thinking about my father, I felt like smiling, too.” Macey and the girls finally being friends. And anytime Joe Solomon talks about his bestie Matthew Morgan.

CMH: (this is gonna be long because this is my fave book) the girls trying to break into Rachel’s office. Finding out that Joe went to Blackthorne. The trip to DC. Flirting. Zach. Guggenheim Academy. “They say you’re a real pavement artist.” The ball scene. “Zach knew me.” The CoveOps final. “I always finish what I start.” Zach dipping Cammie in the middle of the foyer. The kiss. Just all things Zach!

DJGC: Macey’s cover! Cam seeing Zach everywhere. Meeting Aunt Abby for the first time. Preston. Abigail Cameron flirting with Joe Solomon. “You gonna let me up now?” Zach jumping out of the moving train. Abby talking about Matt. Zach calling Macey “McHenry” and her distracting the officer on the train. “I take it that’s the man in your life.” Macey disappearing. Liz sticking up for Macey. The girls finding Macey. Just the whole end of that book!

OGSY: Cammie and Zach talking about his jacket. Meeting Townsend even though we kind of hate him. Joe being protective of Cammie. Zach being protective of Cammie. Matt’s handwriting. The journal. Zach being Zach. The Blackthorne adventure. “We’re leaving her with you.” “You’ve got your cover, Gallagher Girl. We’ve got ours,” the catherine reveal. Finding out Zach was okay and that Joe was alive. “When he kissed me, it was hungrier somehow…”

OSOT: Rachel stepping off the chopper like a woman on a mission. Cammie talking to Joe while he’s in the coma. Abby talking to Joe and Rachel taking care of Joe. Cammie kissing Joe’s head and then falling asleep next to him. The towel scene. “We’re not mad because you left. We’re mad because you didn’t take us with you.” Matthew’s hiding spot. “You could have died, Cammie.” Zach and Townsend bonding. “Crazy. I went crazy.” More Cammie and Joe bonding. Joe talking about Matt. “I found it, daddy.” Ugh the feels.

UWS: All of it. Seriously. But! Them saving/kidnapping Preston. Rachel playing nurse to Joe. Zach sleeping in Cam’s bed. “You were gone for so long.” “I’m back now.” “Don’t go again.” Cammie showing Zach her favorite secret passageway that she’s never shown anyone else (the beanbag one). “Leaving can’t be nearly as hard as being left,” Professor Buckingham and the Code Black. The entirety of the cave scene. Grant and Jonas showing up to the rescue. Rachel and Joe running and the whole website thing. Zach frying bacon without a shirt on. In just jeans. Bex “being a spy is in my blood” Baxter. The Townsend reveal. “You had Joe.” The entirety of Cammie finding out about the proposal. “Joe Solomon loved me.” The entirety of Liz’s graduation speech. And the entirety of the epilogues.

“And now we are at the end of our time at school, and the one thing I know for certain is this: A Gallagher Girl is whatever she wants to be. And, most of all, she is my sister.”

[the-smallest-star]

“Hannah, I need to talk to you about something important.”

“Okay.”

“So the blue lady that hurt Alexander, made him really really mad... she’s friends with Lupin.”

“She is?!”

“Yes, and... I don’t want you to see him anymore.”

“But he’s my friend!”

“I know but... do you remember when you made friends with Maddy? And then it turned out she was collecting information for Suzy who was her friend?”

“... yeah, she wasn’t nice....”

“Well that could happen with Lupin, even if he’s not bad the blue lady could still use him to get to you. You getting hurt would make Alexander really sad and angry again, and I don’t want anything to happen to you. Even Cromwell is worried about it. We can’t risk it.”

“Did the blue lady mean to make Alexander mad?”

“Yes she did, she also broke my leg.”

“That was her?!”

“Yes. I know you care about Lupin and this is really sad to stop seeing a  friend. And its okay to be sad about it. But you know I wouldn’t tell you this unless I really believed it was the best thing to do.”

“... was he just... friends with me so Alexander would let him come here, and so the blue lady would know about me?”

“I-... I don’t know sweetheart. I don’t think so. But you’re an amazing little girl with a big heart, and anyone would be lucky to have you for a friend.”

“... I’ll stay away from him.”

“Thank you sweetheart, I’m really sorry.”

[hesbuckcompton-baby]

Hi! I'm a bit of a history nerd too (though never enough to study it in uni, just as a hobby 😂)

What about question nr 10: Pieces of art ( paintings, sculpures, lithographies, ect.) related to history you like most ( post an image of them)

And/or nr 13 Something random about some random historical person in a random era.

Also, not related to anything previously said, what book would you recommend? Could be any period of time or place 💜

Thank you!

Thank you anon!! <3

10. Pieces of art ( paintings, sculptures, lithographies, etc.) related to history you like most ( post an image of them)

This may be a basic pick but I DON'T CARE. The Execution of Lady Jane Grey by Paul Delaroche is so utterly devastating, it's one of my favourite paintings of all time - it just captures how terrible Jane Grey's fate was so well. I was lucky enough to see it in person at the National Gallery a few weeks ago and it's so huge that you just can't look away from it

13. Something random about some random historical person in a random era.

It was hard to choose a single person for this but lemme tell you people about the absolute legend that was Jeffrey Hudson. Jeffrey Hudson was born with dwarfism and lived as a 'court dwarf' for Queen Henrietta Maria, the wife of Charles I of England. His life was really interesting, and I'd recommend reading about it, but my personal highlight was when he challenged another man at court to a duel after suffering an insult - his opponent showed up with what was essentially a 17th Century water pistol, clearly expecting Hudson not to put up much of a fight, and instead Hudson fatally shot him in the head. (He was also captured by Barbary pirates at one point?? icon)

As for book recommendations, here's a little list:

Femina by Janina Ramirez - Focuses on correcting historical misconceptions about medieval society and reframing notable female figures that have often been overlooked, including chapters on Aethelflaed of Mercia, Margery Kempe, and the women responsible for creating the Bayeux Tapestry (Side note, but I met Janina Ramirez at a history festival last year and she is absolutely LOVELY. This book is really excellent, and a great introduction to loads of incredible women)

Severed by Frances Larson - A history of severed heads. Yes it's as nasty and fun as it sounds

Mortal Monarchs by Suzie Edge - A timeline of the deaths of every single English monarch from Harold Godwinson in 1066 to George VI in 1952

A Fatal Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum by Emma Southon - A history of murder in Ancient Rome. Really good fun, Emma Southon is definitely a good author for anyone interested in Roman History, especially Roman women

The Covent Garden Ladies by Hallie Rubenhold - A deep-dive into the people behind 'Harris's List of Covent Garden Ladies', a directory detailing the prostitutes working in late 18th Century London

These are all good history books to read for fun - I definitely tend to avoid reading proper academic texts when it's not for my work, so these are all super easy and interesting reads

[evermorehqs]

CATCHING MY BREATH, STARING OUT AN OPEN WINDOW

Ma Raon is based on Lady Rainicorn from Adventure Time. She is a 28 year old shifter, artist, and uses she/her pronouns. She has the power of shifting, flight, color manipulation, and universal translation. Raon is portrayed by Bae Suzy and she is taken.

CATCHING MY DEATH, AND I COULDN’T BE SURE

Her entire life, Raon had been by Princess Bonnibel’s side. Appointed to be her loyal companion and partner, Raon felt great pride in her position besides the princess as her royal steed, coming to know Bonnibel as one of the greatest friends she had ever had. Bonnie helped her to be understood by the people of the Candy Kingdom, and even introduced her to Finn and Jake when they started to go on quests for her. Raon had never met anyone like the two of them, especially Jake, who seemed to be able to understand her despite the fact they didn’t speak the same language. Raon fell right in stride with the two of them, despite her more quiet and shy nature, occasionally accompanying them on some of their many adventures. The shifter found herself growing close with Jake, bonding with him over their shifting talents and teaching him about her species, even trusting him to help guide her out of her shell and experience things she never had. Raon would do anything for Princess Bonnibel and the boys… even if that meant confronting a kind of danger she had never encountered before. When an evil returned to the Candy Kingdom, accompanied by a strange entity called a Glorb, Raon wasn’t sure what to do. The shifter wanted to offer all the aid she could, standing by the Princess as her loyal side kick. When Finn and Jake ran into battle, however, Raon couldn’t just stand by idly and watch. Not after everything all of them had done for her! Without missing a beat, Raon lept into action, scooping up Finn and Jake to try and help them get an advantage on Glorb by attacking from the sky. But then, a bright light flashed and loud, thunderous boom sounded, and Raon was taken alongside the others far from the land of Ooo. The shifter opened her eyes and realized she was in an odd, peculiar town called Evermore. She had no idea where she was, or had she had gotten here. Raon couldn’t remember much of what lead to her ending up here, but she knew in her gut that something was amiss. Instead of stressing out, Raon did her best to blend in until she could find whatever answers she was meant to be looking for. She turned to art as a distraction from her confusion, but ended up making a pretty lucrative career out of selling her work. Despite not knowing much about her past, Raon knew that she had ended up here for a reason - and the shifter was determined to discover just what that reason was.

I HAD A FEELING SO PECULIAR

❀ Wanda Cosma: Wanda works in the bookstore and is always filling Raon in on the latest stories, whether they come in hardback or from word on the street. Raon appreciates Wanda’s kindness and feels lucky to have found a friend in her. ❀ Benjamin Fuller: Raon can’t help but think Benji is the sweetest man she has ever met — and Raon can’t help but tease him for how flustered he could be sometimes. She doesn’t do it out of malice, she does it because it’s just too darn cute. ❀ Edwin Latukefu: Edwin knows a whole lot about outer space, which is something that wildly fascinates Raon beyond belief! She wishes she new more about things like that, but Edwin inspires her to lean into her curiosities and answers any of her questions — and there’s a lot of them.

THAT THIS PAIN WOULD BE FOR EVERMORE

[newcountryradio]

New Country 27e jaargang  #T1213 (S772) (C16)van 22 januari 2024  (wk 04) uitzending op Smelne fm & Crossroads Country Radio

Album van de week:   Balsam Range - Kinetic Tone  

Classic album :  SSgt Barry Sadler – Ballads Of The Green Berets   

Hits of the Year : 1976

Maandfavoriet : Callum Kerr & Chris Andreucci – Tamed by Tennessee  

Maandartiest : Suzy Bogguss

Suzy Bogguss -  Outbound Plane *maandartiest

Jo Dee Messina – Stand Beside Me  #1 25 jaar

Jordan Davis - What My World Spins Around  # 1 2023 

Conner Smith - Meanwhile In Carolina

Scotty McCreery - Can’t Pass The Bar

Evan Honer - Nowhere Fast

Brit Taylor - Saint Anthony.

Zach Top - Sounds Like the Radio  

Nate Smith - World on Fire     #1.

Balsam Range - Echo Canyon   Album vd week

Balsam Range   - God Knows   album

Lady Antebellum – Need You Now single of the year        2010

Red Sovine – Teddy Bear   1976

John Michael Montgomery - Life’s a Dance  20/1  1965

Merle Haggard – Sing Me Back Home       

Callum Kerr & Chris Andreucci – Tamed by Tennessee   favoriet 

Ricky Skaggs - Make God First       *sofi  

Ssgt Barry Sadler - The A Team / -I’m A Lucky One

Ssgt Barry Sadler The Ballad Of The Green Barets

The Secret Sisters - Same Water

The Howdies -  Buddie.

Vince Gill - Oklahoma Borderline (3 in 1)

Vince Gill – Look at Us

Vince Gill - The Key To Life.

Balsam Range - What the Years do    Album van de week

Morgan Wallen – Man Made A Bar     #1 album.

Carly Pearce - We Don't Fight Anymore.

Chris Janson - All I Need Is You

Riley Green - Different 'Round Here

The Mavericks - Tonight Is the Night

Dierks Bentley - Every Mile A Memory Trucksong

Suzy Bogguss – Aces  maandartiest

Lori McKenna  - The Tunnel   juweeltje 

Gabe Lee – The Wild   Album vorige week

Balsam Range  - We’ll All Drink Money   Album vd week .

Mark Blomsteel - Everything You Do (Does It For Me)   Dutch corner

West Virgini Railroad - Deep In The Country  .Dutch corner.

Early Bird - Mother Played The Dobro Dutch corner

Willie Nelson –My Way

Waylon & Willie - Good Hearted Woman #5  A Year in music . 1976

Elvis Presley - Moody Blue. #4

Engelbert Humperdinck – After The Lovin . #3 

Eagles - New Kid In Town -  #2

Mary McGregor - Torn Between Two Lovers   #1

Cody Johnson – Til You Can’t

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[mmunson86]

Look at this point and time i really do not understand what Charlenes angle is, she has gotten away with alot and had gotten rammed by the holy trinity ! Girly pop just go back to your husband and stop screwing young men to fill the empty void in your heart, or divorce your husband and keep Billy but leave Steve & Eddie alone they have had enough of your manipulation game’s.

As much as you wish you never met her Eddie i guess you had to go through it for our paths to cross, babe you got us now , know that you are going to be loved & cared for like you never have before! Agreed though Charlene is a determined individual she will do whatever she has too in order to get what she wants! in this case i am afraid its Steve, and i want Steve to be happy but with Astrid i feel like those two are meant to be Astrid is Steves soulmate i feel it in my bones🥹💗

“But I might sing one or two with her.  Just for you.”

Eddie you are making my heart flutter! As if i couldnt love this man anymore he is going yo sing for us?! Thats honestly the sweetest gesture😭💗

“He caught you by the hips and pulled you flush to him.”

Suddenly my heart is rising and is no longer the only thing that is fluttering okay i am going to shut up🤣

Steveeee Nooo lol crap gosh darn it look i am not saying she doesn’t deserve love but i just want Steve & Astrid to work out soooo bad like i am cheering for these two & here comes this snake ! Why did you fell for it Steve! WHY🥲

“You must be War Machine’s old lady,”

Okaaay not me getting all giddy like a school girl at the fact that Billy knows we are Eddies girlfriend but yes yes we are Billy nice to know that its known🤭💅🏻

yeah dont do that Billy that is the shit that is going to get your ass beat i want to smack him , he is lucky Eddie didnt catch him pulling that crap or this would have been a whole different story

“I’ll be good, sweetheart,”

I fold every damn time! Seriously i do i am a sucker for this version of Eddie you have created his so..so.so protective & he just loves hard and i am a fool for him being this lovesick💗

“I love you,” Eddie mouthed

gaaaaah i am kicking my feet up in the air fuccck fucck fucck i love you too Eddie i am going to start happy crying over here! All of the BS that we had to go through i never thought we would get to moments like these🥰

Okay you dick head one thing is to sit here and i quote

“The bitches here are super hot.”

And now you are crossing the line ! There is no amount of money you can give us to sit on your lap tell us your order and we will be on our way!

SHOOK i am shook thee Billy Hargrove helped us in this situation with these scummy guys?! Wow okay well ill give him his flowers thank you William that was a pleasant surprise👏🏻

“You don’t get to look at her,” Eddie fumed.  “Just say you’re sorry.”

Seeing Eddie go HAM for us has me feeling some type of way oh ma gawd i am going feral for him , its hot the way he defends us !

OMG Suzie had her baby ahhhhh what a great way to end this chapter i cant express how much i freaking love this series you have hit it out of the ball park yet again babe!🥹💗

How Eddie had me feeling the entire chapter⬇️💗

I'm on Fire

biker!eddie x fem!artist!reader

Part 17: A creature of love, I can't be tamed

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18+ONLY, series typical violence, alcohol consumption, unprotected sex with someone other than Eddie and reader, hate-fucking (consensual), oral (m receiving), sexual harassment, biker!steve, biker!billy, protective!eddie, rocker!nancy

word count: 6.4k

songs: I Hate Myself for Loving You by Joan Jett & the Blackhearts, Wild Child by W.A.S.P. and Cinnamon Girl by Type O Negative

The second half of your first night back at the Velvet Hammer heats up with Eddie on stage, Charlene on the premises with Billy, and Steve working through his emotions in a moment of carnal desire.

authors note: It has felt so good to get back to writing this story, I missed our biker boys so much. It will probably be another week or two until the next part, but you won't have to wait too long. Thank you for your patience, I love you.

There came the sound of shrill feedback from the stage, and the drummer twisted his stick around his fingers before clapping the high hat. You took your break and met Eddie over by the carpeted hallway.  The two of you huddled together, out of view from the front half of the bar, including Charlene and Billy.  

“What’s Steve going to do?” You hushed, feeling the familiar anxiety rise inside of you that someone might get hurt again.  

“Nothing for now,” Eddie exhaled.  You put your hand on his chest, and he held it there. “You let me worry about Steve and Charlene, you have enough to do.  I won’t let anything go sideways in here tonight.”

You told him about what you’d just learned from Shana, about Charlene being part owner of the Velvet Hammer, and he gave a slow blink, dragging out a long, ragged breath.  “Why does that not surprise me,” you could almost hear the wheels in his brain turning. “She can’t have this place, it’s ours,” he growled, walking you down the hall and clanking open the heavy metal back door to the alley.  

“But,” you started.  Eddie pulled a pack of smokes out of his front pocket and sparked a flame from his zippo to light the end.  “Isn’t it too late for that? It sounds like she already took it?”

You held two fingers like you were making a peace sign for Eddie to pass you a smoke and he raised his eyebrow at you curiously.  You gave a nod, answering his unspoken question, and he put a second one between his lips to light it for you before passing it over.  

You took a tiny drag and coughed smoke out of your nose at first, but then the second inhale was smoother.  Thanks to so many nights at the Hammer, your throat and lungs were sufficiently coated with tar and ready for the challenge.  

The other owner of the Hammer was a well known real estate investor and builder named Murray Bauman, and he was a friend of the MC.  They’d done several “jobs” for him over the years that were clean by MC standards, but dirty enough to ruin his reputation if they came to light. Murray was also notoriously unfriendly with the Gregson’s, and Eddie wondered how much Charlene had paid, and what kind of scandal she’d dug up on Stephen, to make him give up his share like that.  

Eddie tilted his head back, exposing his throat, to take a long, thoughtful drag, looking up at the clear sky that was blinking full of stars.  “I wish I could go back in time before I ever met Charlene, and avoid her at all costs.”

“I don’t know,” you looked down and kicked the heel of your shoe against your toe.  “She’s awfully determined.  I think she would’ve found you anyway.  Plus, I don’t think it’s you she wants anymore.”

“I feel responsible though,” Eddie muttered, blowing smoke out through tight lips. “For everything that’s happened to the people around me because of her.”

The sound of Nancy saying something into the mic, followed by the crowd cheering, came muffled through the door, and you really wanted to change the subject, to pull him out of his dark thoughts.  “I’d love to see you play tonight,” you told him right before both of your cherries glowed orange at the same time in the dark.  

“I don’t have my guitar here,” he stated the obvious, sucking his tongue on the roof on a sharp inhale, angling his head back to blow smoke up while keeping his eyes on you.  “But I might sing one or two with her.  Just for you.”

“You can sing too?” Your eyes got wide like a little kid watching the twinkling lights on a Christmas tree.

“Hi, baby, have we met?” He scoffed, slipping his bottom lip through his teeth to repress a grin, and then he winked at you and smashed his smoke on the brick wall before throwing it in the dumpster. He caught you by the hips and pulled you flush to him.  “I mean, I guess you’ll just have to wait and see.”

—--------

Back on his stool, Steve rolled a toothpick between his lips while he scanned the crowd, and did his best not to look over at Billy and Charlene. He wasn’t sure what was eating at him more; the fact that she had the nerve to show up after everything, or that she was there with Billy.  

The crew from Lucifer’s Own were known for doing the dirty deeds no other MC would touch.  They ran a high-end escort service on the outskirts of town, and did a lot of blow and opiate smuggling over the border.  It was also a front for an underground fighting ring that was dirty and rigged, and sometimes, the fools who participated ended up with broken bones, or had their lights turned out completely.  

Billy Hargrove and Steve went way back, and they’d actually been friendly acquaintances for a while back in high school, until Billy had pursued a girl Steve liked at the time just to piss him off. Also, to prove to Steve that he could take whoever he wanted.  “Nothing wrong with a little competition, right, Harrington?” Is that what this was? Was Billy escorting Charlene around just to rub it in Steve’s face?

“Yeah, well, you can have her,” Steve mumbled to himself under his breath, thoughts racing so fast that he was starting to talk to himself, head bent to work the end of the toothpick with his fingers.  “Good luck with that one, buddy, you’ll need it.”

There was more feedback from the speakers.  “Hey there Hawkins, who is ready to rock?” Nancy purred into the microphone, one hand gripping the fretboard of her guitar before she slung the strap around her body. People shouted and cheered, and there were a few high-pitched whistles of encouragement.

The bassist with the band looked like a younger version of Eddie, but with a mane of black hair that was thick with tight curls, and the drummer had a black goatee and long, straight hair way past his shoulders.  The backup guitarist looked like he was cut right out of the James Hetfeild playbook.  

“We’re gonna start out with a little something familiar to get y’all warmed up,” Nancy said into the mic.  “This one is called I Hate Myself for Loving You.”

The crowd roared, pounding their fists on the tables.  Nancy said a countdown before she began a slow clap to the beat and the drums kicked in, deep bass vibrating in the walls.  

When Steve looked up, he saw Charlene making her way across the room, either for the payphone or the restrooms, and Steve straightened up, wondering if he should say something to her.  He went up to the bar and patted Thumper on his broad back, asking him to watch the door for a few minutes.  Thumper was three beers and several shots in, but was not yet showing any signs of inebriation.  He fisted a handful of his graying beard and told Steve it was no problem.  

“Midnight, gettin' uptight, where are you?

You said you'd meet me, now it's quarter to two

I know I'm hangin' but I'm still wantin' you…”

He followed but he hung back, hiding in the crowd until he saw her go into one of the bathrooms.  When you and Eddie came out from the alley, you found Steve leaning against the wall that was heavily papered in band flyers, next to the payphone.  

Eddie was walking behind you,his hands firm on your hips, moving his legs in time with yours.  You both came to a halt at the sight of Steve, and you had to shove off, back to work, but Eddie took your hand to kiss your knuckles before you walked away.

“Everything cool?” Eddie asked his friend, checking around to make sure no chaos had ensued while he’d been outside with you.  There was a huge crowd there, packed in like sardines.  All of the tables and bar stools were occupied, and plenty of people were taking advantage of the standing room only, blocking most of the walkways.  

“I’m not sure yet, man,” Steve put his head back against the wall, Adam’s apple jutting out.  “But I’ll let you know.”

“I called Van and told him to get over here with Devlin,” Eddie let him know.  “Just in case more of Lucifer’s Own try to cause trouble.”

Steve only nodded, absently, his eyes twitching to the bathroom door every so often.  Eddie clapped Steve a few times on the arm before turning to watch the band as he pushed his way through the crowd.  Nancy made her fingers into devil horns in the air at him and Eddie returned the gesture, raising his arm high.  

“I think of you every night and day

You took my heart and you took my pride away…”

The crowd was stomping their feet to the rhythm and belting out the chorus.  Nancy detached the mic from the stand to make her way across the stage.  

The second Steve saw the door open, he took long strides across the hallway to keep Charlene from exiting, pushing her back inside the single-person bathroom.  She did not protest as he braced the door and locked it behind him, turning to face her with a tight jaw.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Char?”

“What do you think I’m doing here?” She hushed it, dropping her gaze as if suddenly she was afraid to look at him.  “I missed you.”

“Jesus Christ, Charlene, you need to stop.” He rubbed his hands down his face, exasperated.  “I’m sorry for how I treated you at the hotel, but this needs to end.”

“But what if I don’t want to stop?” She closed in on him, lifting her hands to hold his face, but he blocked the effort, restraining her at the wrists. “What if I want you so bad, it hurts?”

He met her eyes.  “You miss me and you thought fucking Billy would be the answer?”

“We’re not fucking, it’s not like that with him.  Not like it was with you.”  She struggled a little in his grasp just so he would tighten his grip on her.

Steve scoffed.  “You mean, not like it was with me and Eddie and your husband and every other dude you’ve spread your legs for in this town?” Steve wasn’t one to judge, not with the amount of pussy he’d run through over the years, but still, showing up with one of his rivals was a low blow.  

Charlene slammed forward so that Steve’s back hit the door, her breath hot and urgent on his neck. “No one fills me up like you do.  I need your cock to split me open one last time, Stevie, please.”

She sank to her knees, kissing down his chest as she went, and he let her, releasing her wrists so that she could make quick work of unbuttoning his Levi’s.  She licked around his balls and nuzzled her face in the hair at the base of his thick shaft, making hungry gasps of need as she did so.

He hissed when the fat head of his cock sank into her mouth. “Juss…just one more time,” he groaned as she lapped him up.  She hummed around his length and nodded, looking up at him, agreeing as her lips strained to take the measure of his girth.  

“I know you’re angry, Steve,” she flicked her tongue out over the ridge a few times like a poisonous snake about to strike.  “I want you to take it out on me.”

He fisted a handful of her hair, tight, so that he controlled the movements of her head, and it made her whimper with pleasure.  

—------

The next song Divine Filth sang was an original, a real headbanger that had Nancy growling into the mic and jabbing her devil horn fingers in the air. The bass guitarist’s fingers strummed the keys while the drummer spun his sticks high in the air and caught them.  You noticed that a few of the male patrons were choosing to go outside to take a piss, which meant there was another line at the bathrooms again, but you were too busy to go over and check out why.  

While Erika was on her break, it was your responsibility to go over and check on Billy, since Jackie was working the other side of the room.  Two more of the Coffin Kings had just arrived and Eddie was out in the parking lot having a talk with them, being that it was hard to have a conversation inside with the band playing. 

You made your way over to Billy’s table, noticing that Charlene was nowhere to be found.  One side of his mouth lifted in a crooked grin while he watched you approach, and you wondered if he knew who you were and who you belonged to.  You also wondered if he gave a shit.

As you got closer, you noticed that he had a pronounced scar from his eye to his jaw, and he didn’t have a ton of tattoos like the other boys, but there was the word “mother” above a heart with a dagger through it just under the sleeve of his t-shirt on his bicep and a Lucifer’s Own insignia on his opposite forearm.  

He was slouched down a bit in his seat, knees spread wide, voice raised to be heard over the music.  “You must be War Machine’s old lady,” he gave you a lift of his chin.

“You are correct,” you said with your best customer service smile.  

“Damn,” his hand made a cage around the pack of smokes on the table so he could pull it toward him.  His eyes locked onto your face, unwavering.  “That son of a bitch always had good taste.”

“If you say so,” you checked over your shoulder, expecting to see Eddie charging over with that dangerous scowl on his face, but he wasn’t inside yet.  You cleared your throat.  “Can I get you anything else?”

He ordered another beer for himself and a tequila for Charlene, even though you knew she was much more of a wine drinker.  

“Just put it on Charlene’s tab,” he said with a wink, alluding to the fact that she was practically your boss now. “But this is for you,” and before you could reach for the 20 dollar bill he had in his hand, he was stuffing it into the waistband of your shorts, fingers grazing your bare skin, watching the discomfort wash over your face as he did so.

You turned on your heel without another word, bee-lining back to the bar, when Eddie stepped through the main door so abruptly, you almost crashed into him.    

Devlin and Van moved around the two of you while Eddie put one hand on your lower back and the other cupped the back of your neck.  “You okay, baby?” He mumbled, lips grazing the shell of your ear.

You nodded, but then Eddie looked over in the direction you had just come and saw Billy there, flicking the flame on his lighter and watching the interaction between the two of you.  You knew what Eddie was looking at by the way his body tensed.  “Did Billy say something to you?”

“I had to wait on his table while Erika was on her break,” you were pulling your boyfriend away as you were talking, practically dragging him back to his seat at the bar.  “Nothing happened, I’m fine.  I just missed you.”

On stage, Nancy lit into a mean guitar solo.

“You sure?” Eddie’s stare was hard.  

“Hey,” you grabbed Eddie’s face, making him look at you. “Baby, can’t you see? He wants to start trouble.  Just ignore him.  Please, for me.”

“Did he touch you?”  His jaw muscles bulged and a dark fell over his brown eyes, making them almost black.

“No baby,” you hummed the lie.  Eddie had quite a bit of common sense, more so than Steve when it came to affairs of the heart, but you knew that someone would get hurt if you told him about the way Billy had slid that money into your shorts.  You had no doubt that Eddie could handle himself, but you didn’t want there to be any more fighting; everyone had already been through enough.  Plus, Billy was not the first guy at the Hammer to overstep, and he wouldn’t be the last.  Sadly, that was the nature of the work, you’d come to realize. 

Eddie took a breath and lowered his forehead to yours, slotting his fingers around your ears so that his thumbs grazed your cheeks.  “I’ll be good, sweetheart,” he promised.

Everyone clapped at the end of the song and then you heard Eddie’s name being said over the speakers.

“We’re lucky enough to have the frontman for Corroded Coffin here with us tonight,” Nancy started.  “And he said he might get up here for a song or two.  What do you say, Munson?”

The crowd went wild at that suggestion, and some even chanted his last name, punching fists into the air.  Nancy motioned him on stage with a few scoops of her fingers.

“I guess I’m doing this,” he said, parting your lips with his tongue for a brief but firm kiss before he made his way to the stage.  The James Hetfield guy was already taking off his guitar to hand it to Eddie before he could protest, and they clapped hands together in greeting.  Your “old man” was adjusting the strap over his shoulder when he looked out over the sea of heads and caught your eye. 

“I love you,” Eddie mouthed, taking the pic off of the chain that he had dangling around his neck.  

—-------

Five minutes earlier, Steve had Charlene bent over the sink in the bathroom, jeans low on his hips, yanking her head back by the throat as he jackhammered himself inside of her.  

“Tighter,” she whined, and his fingers closed in on her windpipe.  He’d pushed her thong to the side and was spitting every so often so that he could watch it slide down her slit and mix with the frothing wet mess of her arousal where his cock sank into her.  He didn’t need the saliva to lube his brutal pace, but he liked the idea of spitting on her, it helped him work through his hatred.  

“God Steve, you’re so fucking good, fuckkk,” she dragged the last word out as hips clapped onto her with rapid, forceful grunts, making her whole body jerk each time he made contact.

He slowed the pace for a few thrusts so that he could spit again, and then he used his thumb to rub the saliva around the pink hole that tightened at his touch.  He’d never been with a woman who had every inch of hair removed like her, she looked like some kind of porn star. He wanted to be in her ass one last time, but it felt too tight and warm where he was.  He was close.

He let go of her throat and clutched her hips on either side in a way that would bruise, angling to finish himself off.  

“You’re such a fucking whore for my cock,” he bit out. He wished she didn’t feel so fucking good.  He wished that his disgust for her didn’t also turn him on in a way that made him uncomfortable.  

Charlene’s eyes rolled back in her head, orgasm mounting rapidly as he buried himself base deep to a point where the line between pleasure and pain was blurred.  She knew this was a farewell reminder, and it made her cry out his name.

“Fuck Steve, I’m cumming,” a few more pumps and she was exploding around his length, legs shaking at the way the wave crashed over her, making her see white.

“Get on your knees,” Steve told her, his hips stuttering.  When she was down in front of him, he jerked himself the rest of the way off onto her outstretched tongue, ropes of cum painting her chin and dripping down to her cleavage.  He made her lick the rest of him clean, and then she sucked her fingers.  

Someone knocked on the bathroom door.

“Yeah, hold your fucking horses,” Steve shouted, pulling his jeans up.  He helped Charlene get her bodysuit back on and zipped up.  He almost kissed her, but then he remembered who she was.  

He checked himself in the mirror and slicked his hair back before letting her know she should wait a minute until after he was gone before she followed him out.  She was cleaning the mascara that had leaked down her cheeks, and was about to apply more lipstick, when she caught his eyes on her in the reflection.  

“What if I told you I had a gift for you?” Her expression was coy.

Steve sighed.  “I don’t want anything from you, Char. This was it, I’m done, I mean it.”

She rolled the red lipstick out of its gold tube.  “What if it was something that would change your life?”

He thought about that, wetting his lips.  “Listen, we’re never gonna fuck again.  I don’t care if you buy me a Ferrari.”

“Well, it’s better than a car,” she huffed a small laugh.  “Let’s just call it a…parting gift.  A way for me to say sorry for everything I put you and Eddie through.”

Steve crossed his arms over his chest and put his back against the door.  “Yeah, well, if this is about to be some grande gesture from you, I’d like to know what the catch is.”

She turned to him, fixing the ends of her hair around her face. “No catch, not this time,” she took a step forward, holding her black clutch in one hand.  “Listen, I know it sounds childish and stupid, but I think I…I think I fell in love with you.” She furrowed her brow as if the sentiment didn’t make sense to her, as if she’d never grasped the weight of the words before.

Steve couldn’t help himself, he rolled his eyes and barked a laugh, thoroughly amused. 

“I can’t change the past,” she tried to push her chest out, to get her statuesque posture back.  “But I can try to make it up to you.  To both of you.”

“Yeah?” Steve gave her a bored shrug.  “Personally, I think you’re way past the point of redemption.”

“Maybe,” she pressed her lips together and took hold of the door handle.  “I guess we’ll see.”

—------

All of your attention was eyes front on Eddie as he leaned over to discuss something with Nancy, lengthening the strap on his guitar as he spoke.  You barely noticed someone trying to make their way through the crowd until Steve bumped into your shoulder, making you sway on your feet.

“Oh, shit, sorry,” he caught you and helped you find your balance.  “I didn’t see you there.”

Steve looked…disheveled, and his face was flushed, as if he’d just run around the block. There were lines in his hair from raking his fingers through it so many times.

“You good?” You called after him, but all he offered was a “thumbs up” over his shoulder.  

It was barely a minute before you caught sight of Charlene coming out of the hallway, following in his wake.  She had a pink flush to the pale skin of her throat, almost a perfect handprint impression, and your brain was busy putting the pieces together when Nancy got back on the mic. 

“This one is called Wild Child,” Nancy started on the guitar and people in the crowd got crazy again.  The Hell’s Belle next to you whistled so loud, it almost blew your eardrum out.  You weren’t too familiar with the band W.A.S.P. before Eddie, but you knew the song, and waited eagerly to hear his voice as he leaned in, moving his fingers along the strings.

“I ride, I ride the winds that bring the rain

A creature of love, and I can't be tamed

I want you, 'cause I'm gonna take your love from him

And I'll touch your face and hot burning skin

No, he'll never ever touch you like I do…”

He squeezed his eyes shut as he sang the first bit, hair hanging down his shoulders, muscles flexing under the ink that covered his forearms and hands.  When his eyes opened, he found you in the crowd, and your heart swelled at the way he cracked a smile around the words at the sight of you.  

“So look in my eyes and burn alive, the truth

I'm a wild child, come and love me

I want you…”

God, he was magic up there.  He looked like a natural, holding that guitar in his hands, the way his fingers flew deftly to each note.  

And he was all yours.  

The chorus came and you sang the words, smiling so hard already, your cheeks hurt.  You’d never known your eyes to “sparkle” like a cartoon before, but you felt like that’s what they were doing. 

“My heart's in exile, I need you to touch me

'Cause I want what you do

I want you”

Someone grabbed your elbow, and you spun around to see who it was.

Jackie had a full tray in her hand, trying to balance it amidst the moving bodies.  “Hey, are you on the floor right now? Don’t mean to be a bitch, but I need you.  A table full of jarheads just showed up.” 

“Oh shit, right,” you’d honestly forgot where you were for a moment, you’d been so caught up in that Munson Magic.  You took another glance at the stage, wanting to catch Eddie’s eye, but he was looking down at his hands, concentrating on where they worked the guitar.  

The table in your section that Jackie mentioned had seven guys in their mid-twenties sporting that type of “high and tight” haircut that you saw almost exclusively with members of military or law enforcement, and you took a deep breath, because you never knew what the vibe would be for those types of men who visited the Hammer.  Either they’d be extremely polite like they just came from church, or they’d be vile and disrespectful.  

“What’ll it be tonight, boys?” You asked, sidling up to their table.  “Buy one pitcher of draft and get the next half off.” 

They all turned to appraise you, not caring that the way their lewd stares locking on your body and tits made you uncomfortable.

“See, I told you,” the dark haired one said to the one in the red and white striped polo shirt.  “The bitches here are super hot.”

You gulped, doing your best to restrain from looking as disgusted as you felt while they talked about you like you weren’t even there.  

“How much for you to sit in my lap?” One of them asked.

“How much for you to suck me off?” One of them whispered, and the whole table guffawed into the type of laughter that was not warranted for something that was so not funny.

You checked over your shoulder for Steve, and he appeared to be escorting someone out who’d just been cut off.  There was a bench outside, and he always had them wait there while he called a member of their family or a taxi to come pick them up.  The guy was having a hard time getting his legs to work, and Steve had to practically carry him out. 

You glanced up at the stage when the other song ended, and you could tell Eddie was searching for you, and so you stuck your hand up in the air to catch his attention.  

“This one is for my girl,” he pushed hair out of his face and the sentiment made you freeze.  A goofy grin stretched across your face and you let out an actual giggle.  You were very familiar with the opening notes of Cinnamon Girl by Type O Negative.  

“So, a pitcher of beer, then?”  You asked, distracted, but in a much better mood than you were a few seconds ago.  The guys at the table were too busy being crass to decide what they wanted to drink, so you chose for them.  They agreed on the pitcher, and ordered a round of shots. 

You kept your attention on Eddie as you made your way across the space, and your heart was in your throat at how proud you were to be his.  His voice was deep and powerful, and it seemed like no one could pull their eyes away. The air was a bit humid inside, and you could see a sheen of sweat on his skin already glistening, bangs sticking to his forehead.  He’d taken off his Coffin Kings cut and shirt, so he was up there in a ribbed, white tank of the Hanes variety, exposing the wash of dark tattoos over his shoulders and arm muscles that bulged from hours upon hours of manual labor.  

“I want to live with a cinnamon girl

I could be happy the rest of my life with her

A dreamer of pictures, I run in the night

You see us together, chase the moonlight…”

At the bar, you considered letting Van and Devlin know that there were some guys there who might start trouble now that Steve was distracted, but then you remembered that you were the bad bitch who stabbed Craig in the balls and brought him to his knees—-you could handle a few young douchebags.  

You gave Shana the drink order while Eddie’s deep voice bellowed, “my cinnamon girl, my cinnamon girl…” to the collective swooning of the crowd.  

You waited on two other couples, lingering in the middle of the room so that you could see Eddie more clearly, dragging your feet before you had to return to the guys with the matching haircuts.  

You took a cleansing breath and squared your shoulders before heading back.  You tried not to be bothered by the way the dudes checked you out as you put the drinks down.  When you were finished, the guy closest to you, with close-set eyes and a thick neck, ran his hand up the back of your leg.

“Hey,” your stare hardened on him and you stepped away, eyebrows pinching together.  “No touching.”

The guys all snickered at that, as if it was so funny that they all knew they weren’t supposed to touch the staff, but they still got away with it.  

“No he’s sorry, really,” said the tall, skinny one who hadn’t spoken up yet.  His face was unreadable, you couldn’t tell if he was being a shitheel or not.  The table fell silent for a beat.  “But we would really like to know how much it would cost for handjobs, all around.  Is there a group price for you girls?”

More idiotic cackling.

You turned to leave them, to go find Steve, to let him know you needed his assistance, but the one with the blonde hair and Limp Bizkit shirt caught you by the arm, digging his fingers in, and yanked you back so that his other hand could roam the curve of your ass.  “Just a little feel, baby, we’ll tip good,  I promise.”

You pushed him off and were just about to yell for Steve or Thumper when you saw the guy across the round table get his face smashed into the wood, so hard that blood splattered and you could hear the sick crack of breaking bone.

You were surprised to see Billy there, standing behind the one who was clutching his broken nose and wailing.  He was smiling, cigarette bobbing between his lips.  “I think you bozo’s should apologize to the lady.”

You hadn’t heard the music stop, didn’t realize that the commotion had drawn most of the attention to you.

In a flash, the guy in the Limp Bizkit shirt was ripped from his seat, and there was Eddie, picking him up by the throat to punch him across the face, sending him flying.

The impact made saliva and possibly a tooth go spitting from his mouth and you screamed at the shock of it.  

“Eddie look out!” You shouted.  The tall one was about to take a cheap shot at Eddie’s ribs while he sank another punch into the guy’s jaw, but you came down with your serving tray as hard as you could and nailed him.

“Holy shit,” Steve cursed when he stuck his head inside to see what the commotion was.  Thumper was nowhere to be found, and Steve figured he was taking a piss.  Starting brawls inside the Hammer was not protocol.  Bouncers were always encouraged to take everything outside, but now it was too late.  

“Get her out of here!” you heard Steve’s voice, he was talking to Devlin, and then you were being pulled back by cautious hands, away from the chaos. 

One of the jarheads was just about to break a beer glass over Eddie’s head, but Billy showed up out of nowhere and kicked him in the back, sending the asshole flying right into Steve’s awaiting fist.  The guy’s body crashed into a table, shattering glasses, and making the other patrons scatter.  

“You better leave this one for me, Harrington,” Billy smiled and wiggled his tongue.  “Wouldn’t want to mess up that pretty face of yours.”

Billy was helping them, and that was a twist you hadn’t expected.  Perhaps it wasn’t so much for them as for himself, since you could tell Billy had been looking for a fight all night.  

Steve got one of the other guys in a choke hold and began to drag him outside.  Billy made wide eyes at one of the leftover trouble makers and charged after him, making the guy shriek like he was about to pee his pants before running from the building.    

While the one Eddie had been punched was babbling at the foot of unconsciousness on the ground, he took hold of the one with the close-set eyes and the thick neck who had rubbed your leg first.

Eddie had been watching, and quick to cut off before the end of the song to jump down from the stage in a blinding rage.

Devlin held you loosely by the arms, but you shook him off, and stood next to Shana and Erika, continuing to keep your distance for the sake of Eddie and Steve’s peace of mind, and wincing each time one of the other dudes took a hard hit from one of the Coffin Kings.  

Eddie took the guy by the shirt and sent a punch into his stomach.  Mister Thick Neck doubled over but then Eddie took him by the throat and slammed him into the nearest wall.  Eddie had his fist winding back for a punch when Steve shouted his name to get his attention.  

The rest of the dickheads had been escorted outside by a few Hell’s Belle’s, while the rest of the crowd kept their distance.  You saw Charlene in the far corner, touching up her lipstick in a compact mirror, seemingly unphased by it all.  

“Not in here,” Steve pleaded with Eddie, breathlessly.  “Like you said.”

Eddie’s eyes were black and cold like that of a shark.  His mouth trembled with the urge to actually bite into the guy’s face, to mutilate him with his bare teeth and make him beg for mercy.

Eddie banged the guy's body into the brick wall again, locking him there with his forearm.  “Apologize to my girl,” he growled.

The buzz cut guy coughed and struggled, having a hard time breathing. “I don’t know who your girl is, man,” he was only able to squeak out a mild protest under the pressure of Eddie’s grip.  

“Your waitress,” Eddie hissed through gritted teeth.

The guy against the wall tried to turn his head to look for you, but Eddie squeezed his face.  “You don’t get to look at her,” Eddie fumed.  “Just say you’re sorry.”

Multiple desperate “sorry’s” followed, and then Eddie told Steve to get the guy’s wallet to take all of the cash out.  A quick count said there was about a hundred bucks.

“That’ll be her tip,” Eddie announced, dragging him by the shirt collar to take him outside with the rest.  

Turns out, they were from an Army base not too far down the road, and they were all told to empty their wallets of their cash, and Steve made a scene of noting the addresses on their driver’s licenses.  

“I have a memory like a steel trap,” Steve lied, pointing to his temple, grabbing the guy in the red and white polo by the side of his neck, getting up in his face.  “If you so much as walk by this place ever again, or tell the cops about this, you’ll see me in your nightmares. Now, get the fuck out of here before I call your mommies.”

You sank in next to Eddie’s side just outside the main entrance, and he put his arm around you.  “Will things ever calm down around here?” You asked with a heavy sigh, watching the broken group scurry and limp away down the street.

Eddie gave a low laugh and hugged you a bit tighter.  “God, I hope so, baby.”

Divine Filth started another song, to try and get things back to normal, and most of the crowd returned to their drinks as if there had not been actual bloodshed just five minutes ago.

No one but Shana heard the phone next to the cash register ring over the sound of the music, but after a few seconds, she shrugged by you and Eddie to stick her head out and scan the sidewalk.

"Steve?" She craned her neck to look for him.

"Yeah, that's me," he came from around the back side of the door, flicking his cigarette, knuckles split and bloody again.

"Some guy named Dustin called," she said, merely passing on a message. "He said Suzie just went into labor."

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Just thinking about a Harringrove AU where Billy fucks off to California after recovering from the mind flayer and building a life for himself. Opens up a garage, makes friends, sees the ocean again. Heals little by little over the course of five years, then stumbles upon Steve Harrington of all people in the neighborhood grocers, still as pretty as ever. He's just a little taller, more filled out, drags all of the highschool wanting out of the deepest part of Billy's heart that he thought was long buried. He's reading the ingredients of some cereal brand Billy really doesn't give a fuck about, because in his other arm he's holding a little girl that can't be older than one. The spitting image of Steve, with her wispy chocolate brown waves and big Bambi eyes that lock right onto Billy's. She smiles, and Billy can feel his heart both melt and break. Because yeah. He knew it was never gunna happen but. He figured that when he left if he never saw Steve again, never got the confirmation that he settled down, there would always be that fleeting chance, that one in a million shot that he and Steve might get together at some point. But here he is, swaying his daughter back ‘n forth in the cereal isle, obviously giving his wife a break for the day because he’s a damn good husband. He all of a sudden has the urgent need to leave. To go home and forget about Steve Harrington and his soft smile as he kisses the top of his kids head. Billy’s just put down the basket he was holding to sneak away, when a screeching giggle cuts through the air like a whipcrack. The little girl apparently thinks Billy is hilarious, smiling bright and pointing at him and oh jesus no. “Hargrove?” Fuck. Steve walks over, baby on his hip and a smile on his face. Like he’s happy to see Billy. Like the last real interaction they had ever had wasn’t five years ago when Steve crashed a car into the side of his Camaro because Billy was trying to kill all of his friends. And he’s gotten therapy alright? It was the one non negotiable if Billy wanted that fat government paycheck to keep his mouth shut. So he knows, most days, that it wasn’t his fault. But he hasn’t seen Steve since that night and it’s maybe fucking with him a little more than he thought because he still hasn’t said a word. Is still staring at Steve Jesus H Christ Hargrove say something.

“Harrington”

Wow. Fucking great. Awesome job. Very smooth.

Steve doesn’t seem to mind, just readjusts his daughter on his arm.

“You look good man. All we ever heard was you took off the day they let you out of the hospital. How’ve you been?”

A million things come to mind. How the first year he spent just shaking apart everyday in the first place he could finally call his own, jumping at shadows and car horns. Or even now, how he goes to bed alone and wakes up to no one, any boyfriend he’s ever tried to make it work with unable to understand why Billy would wake up screaming most nights, why he can’t talk about his scars. But like hell is he ever going to tell Steve any of that. So.

“Been alright. Not as good as you though, amigo. You’re a dad now? Who’s the lucky lady?”

Billy’s not even sure he wants to know, just doesn’t know what else to say. Steve flushes a soft pink, grip tightening just a little around his daughter.

“Uh. Yeah. Me and Suzie’s mom didn’t uh. Work out. So. ‘S just me and this little angel.” Said little angel proceeds to smack a spit covered hand right against the side of Steve’s face, erupting into a fit of giggles. Billy can’t help but crack a grin at Steve’s put upon smile as he blows a raspberry into Suzie’s neck. And. Wait.

“Whattaya mean it’s just you and her? She not in the picture?” And what the hell? That was way to personal for a fucking grocery store conversation! He used to be good at this shit. He’s just about praying for death when Steve sighs, looking tired. Sad.

“Natalie took off about six months ago, said she couldn’t do it anymore. Wasn’t ready I guess. So she singed over custody to me and I haven’t seen her since.”

Billy has no words. Can’t imagine looking at this little girl, at her father and thinking it wasn’t the life he wanted. His chest aches with an old hurt, the thought of a mother leaving her only child without even a goodbye. Has him feeling all kinds of fucked up as the cutest baby alive reaches out and tugs one of Billy’s curls.

“Do you wanna grab a coffee?”

Steve looks as shocked as Billy feels. He’s kicking himself for apparently leaving his brain to mouth filter at home, ready to walk it back, make an excuse.

“Sure. I just gotta finish shopping and we can meet you at that cafe around the corner in an hour. If you want, I mean.”

Harrington’s blushing all the way down his neck below his polo, Suzie chewing on her fist, drool running down her chubby little wrist and this is such a bad idea.

“Yeah pretty boy. Sounds great.”

Like that’s ever stopped him before.

[whiskeyswriting]

Tommy's Girl

😍Pairing: Steve Harrington x F!Reader

💭summary: He knows he’s not supposed to fall in love with his friend’s girlfriend. He knows it’s not very King Steve… but he does know how Tommy really treat his girlfriend. What will Steve do?

⚠️warning: mentions of cheating; mostly fluff with a tiny bit of angst

🎶 Song Inspiration: Jessie’s Girl by Rick Springfield

There was just something about the rhythm of the song that you can’t help but sing and dance to. Rick Springfield just knew what he was doing when he released Jessie’s Girl.

You didn’t notice that there were eyes on you as you danced along to the song while you wiped down the diner’s counter. Except they weren’t the pair of eyes of your boyfriend. No. They were of his once best friend. The only and only Steve Harrington.

Steve knew he shouldn’t feel this way for you. You were someone else’s girlfriend. Except… Steve knew how Tommy treated and saw you in the relationship.

He once had been the same as Tommy but he changed. Tommy… Well Tommy stayed Tommy.

“You’re drooling!” Dustin teases Steve, who immediately looks to see if you heard.

“Shut it Henderson.”

“You know you have to tell her. He’s been stringing her all along and for what to get into her pants?”

Steve scoffs at the plan he and Dustin overheard and hates that he used to be the same.

Both boys are engrossed in their conversation that they don’t hear you approaching them. “Can I get you a refill on anything?” You ask.

Steve just stares at you as Dustin rolls his eyes and asks two refills on their soft drinks. "Anyways... you know she deserves to know the truth and if you know it you should man up and tell her!”

You return with the promised soft drinks. “On the house. You guys are the only ones here. Want anything else? The kitchen is about to close.”

“A date!” The curly haired teenager says.

You laugh. “Maybe in a few years Dustin… Besides. I’m scare Suzy will wipe the floor with me.”

He smiles widely and shows his teeth. “The ladies just love me.”

You smile adoringly at the young boy you used to babysit. “That we do.” You turn to Steve. “What’s on your mind Harrington?”

“Hmmm… Oh uhm….”

“He’s in love with a girl that’s dating some idiot.”

“Ah! I see. It’s a tough position.”

Not looking at you, Steve just mumbles “She deserves better than T- her current boyfriend…” He stares out the window for a moment.

You go tell your boss you’re going to take a break before closing. You return to the boys and sit next to Steve.

You, however, miss the cheeky smile Dustin gives Steve. “You Steve are a treasure. You’ve changed since high school… This Steve… This Steve is much cooler than King Steve.” His cheeks and the tips of his ears flush pink.

“But he’s a dork that babysits teenagers!”

“And here you didn’t want me babysitting you Dustin,” you tease.

“Any girl would be lucky to date you,” you turn back to Steve and give his hand a squeeze.

Knowing this is his only shot, he takes a deep breath. “The thing is the guy… He cheats on her and makes her feel like she’s not enough.”

Your own cheeks flush. “That’s truly a terrible feeling. Nobody should be made felt like that.”

Steve’s hand now gives yours a squeeze. “She’s an amazing girl that just cares for everyone. And it’s terrible for me to want someone that is already dating someone else…”

You look into his beautiful brown eyes. Before you can say anything else, your boss calls you back to the kitchen.

“I have to go Steve… You're working tomorrow at Family Video? We can finish this conversation,” you say before heading back to the kitchen.

“I'll play along with the charade. There doesn't seem to be a reason to change… I wanna tell her that I love her, but the point is probably moot,” Steve mumbles under his breath as he watches you get back to work. “C’mon Henderson! Gotta get you home.”

After your shift, you drive over to Tommy’s house, where you spot Carol’s car. You also see his parent’s cars, so you decide to give them all a show. You know his parents love you and believe he’s their sweet angel baby.

You ring the doorbell and smirk when Carol answers, looking guilty. “Uh… Hi.”

“Hello Carol. I needed to speak with Tommy and then with you… but seeing that you’re already here, I’ll talk to you all now,” you say determined.

Mr. and Mrs. Hagan hear your voice and go to greet you. “Hi, love. How are you?”

“I’m doing great actually. I am happy that I found a guy that makes me happy and truly understands what it means to care for someone and be loyal to them.”

Tommy’s parents look at him with happy tears brimming in their eyes. “Oh no. It’s not Tommy. He’s been cheating on me with Carol. That’s why she’s here, isn’t it? You Tommy… You’ll never change. You’ll still be the same Tommy from high school. Always putting down others to make yourself feel better. Making one doubt their worth.”

You turn to leave and then you say “I wish you and Carol the lives you deserve for your selfishness… Mr. and Mrs. Hagan, you’ll always be my favorite Hagans. Always let me know when you come to the diner so I can get you something free.”

After giving Tommy’s parents a hug goodbye, you make your way out to go home. As soon as you get to your car and start driving, you feel a sense of relief. You no longer feel the need to change who you are to make someone else happy.

Last night you turned the page of the chapter that was Tommy Hagan.

Today would be the start of a new chapter. Would it end in heartbreak or happiness? You didn’t know yet, but you were still excited.

The bells jingled above you, announcing your arrival at Family Video. “Welcome to Family Video,” you hear Robin.

“Hi Robin! I came to return these movies and rent some new ones,” you tell her.

“Steve’s on break,” she says grinning when she catches you looking around to see if you saw him.

You chuckle nervously. “I just… I promised him I’d stop by to finish a conversation we were having yesterday.”

At hearing your voice, Steve rushed out from the back room, startling you. “You came!” He exclaims.

“Yeah. I promised you we’d finish the conversation.”

He nods and gestures for you to join him on a walk outside. “I just wanted to thank you for not kicking us out of the diner.”

“I would never. You and Henderson are two of my favorite customers… I admire and, honestly speaking, love how you’ve taken Dustin in and become the big brother he’s always needed in his life. Don’t tel him but he’s one of my favorite from the gang,” you say with a wink and bump your shoulder into his.

He smiles and runs his hand through his hair. His beautiful, soft, brown hair.

“Steve… I… I think you deserve to tell the girl you like what you feel. Not because you’re being selfish… but because she may need to hear that someone out there does care for her.”

He laughs in disbelief. “You’d have never said that if you knew who it was.”

Stopping in your tracks and turning to look him straight in his eyes you ask “Is the jerk boyfriend… Is it Tommy?”

He just looks back at you for a long moment before he nods. You notice the quick flicker his eyes make to look at your lips for a moment before retuning to your eyes.

“I dumped him. I found out he never broke up with Carol but he lied to his parents and meabout it.”

Steve risks it and moves in for a kiss. “I’ll never treat you how he did,” he says once he pulls back from kissing you.

“I know. I believe you,” you reply as a hand cups his cheek. “I like Dorky Babysitter Steve so much better than King Steve.”

“Be my girl,” he says softly before kissing you again. Steve no longer had to wish he had Tommy’s girl. Your nod as you both kiss was the only response he needed.

You are now Steve’s girl and you know your next chapter in life will be the best with him in your life.