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Good Neighbors Part 8 (Steddie X Reader)
A/N: Alright! Lol I warned y'all and I was told to bring it so prepare for the feels. My note to single moms out there... ya'll are amazing and deserve so much love <3 This did take me a hot minute to write mostly because it tapped into something for me but it felt good. I feel good getting this out there.
Warning: Steddie relationship here and all that that implies (I regret nothing!) The major trigger here is the custody issue between Charlie and her. They do hash it out and there is a resolution when it comes to that. Dylan does open up to our boys. That may be triggering for some but its nothing drastic.
Word count: 5412
Your eyes glanced through the glass partition at Eddie who was sitting in the hallway, bouncing his leg anxiously as he waited for you to finish mediation with your ex and the lawyers. Both he and Steve insisted after what happened last month that one of them be with you or Dylan if Charlie was around.
You son didn’t seem bothered by the fact that he hadn’t gone over to his father’s house. Eddie and Steve did what they could to keep him preoccupied. One night he had asked if he could call Charlie but when you dialed his number he didn’t answer.
“Baby, I’m sorry.”, you reached out and stroked his hair as the boy shrugged his shoulders.
“It’s ok, mommy.”
“Dylan…how would you feel if you didn’t have to see your dad as much? It doesn’t have to be permanent. Just until daddy isn’t so busy?”
“But I don’t see him now. What would be different?”
Sometimes this kid said things that just flabbergasted you. He was aware of much more than you gave him credit for.
“Nothing, I guess.” Dylan turned to smile at you before turning his eyes back to the tv.
“This is fucking ridiculous. He’s my son!”, Charlie’s hand slammed down on the table.
Your lawyer gestured towards him. “See, this is the kind of behavior we are worried about. Besides the father’s absence, he seems to have anger issues that need to be put in check.”
His lawyer leaned over to whisper things in his ear as Charlie glared at you. The gentleman straightened up as he spoke. “Look, there has to be some leeway here so we don’t have to hash this out in a courtroom. He isDylan’s father.”
Your lawyer scoffs. “Biologically. Honestly, if we need to take this to court, we are more than willing to go down that route. We have pictures, texts, and proof of missed weekends. It would be much simpler on everyone, including the child, if he just signs this document now.”
His lawyer sighs, leaning back in his chair. “The father here has an actual home for the child in a safe environment—”
“And my client’s apartment doesn’t count as a safe home? Come on, Bryan.”
“Lidia, we have proof that the people across from your client are extremely violent—”
“They are not violent.”, you seethe.
“Oh, please. One of them broke my nose!”, Charlie shouts at you.
“AFTER you grabbed me and threatened me!”
“Okay!”, your lawyer reaches for your arm, leaning you back in your chair.
“The point is,” Bryan continues, “We have a case here to.”
“I guess we’ll see you in court than. As it stands a judge approved our filing and Dylan doesn’t have to go to his father’s unless his mother allows it until after we get this resolved.” Lidia sighs, pressing her fingers to the bridge of her nose. “Now as for finalizing the divorce itself—”
“I’m not signing anything until this shit with my son is in order.”
Your lawyer’s eyes shift to his own. “I would advise him against that.”
“Oh, why? Is she getting married sometime soon?”
“Well gee, Charles. I guess I’m not like you. You started dating again before we even broke up!”
Your lawyer starts to gather her paperwork, motioning for you to stand. “I guess we’re done here then. Bryan, call me if he changes his mind which again, I highly recommend he does when it comes to finalizing and Dylan.” She pulls you as you both head out the door. Eddie immediately rises, following behind you both into the lobby and out in the parking lot.
“I’m sorry, honey.” She smiles as she leans in for a hug. “I was hoping we could at least get the divorce resolved today but…”, Lidia shakes her head. “I’ll call you later and we can talk about where we go from here and court dates, ok?”
“Thank you, Lid.” She rubs your arm reassuringly as she grins at Eddie and turns to head for her car.
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“Okay, so the boot transports them anywhere they want to go?”, Steve looks at Dylan as the boy nods. “But why? They have brooms, that fireplace thing, and a flying car.”
“The car doesn’t work, Steve.”
The sound of your son giggling immediately calms you down as you and Eddie walk through your apartment door. “Oh my god. How did you get Steve to sit down and watch Harry Potter?”
“Hey mom! Hi Eddie. I asked him nicely.”
“Never works for me.” Eddie playfully rolls his eyes.
“When have you ever asked me nicely for anything?”
“That’s fair.” The metalhead chuckles as his eyes watch you walk towards your fridge, grab a beer, and plop your body down on a chair in the living room. He and Steve have a silent conversation with their faces. “Sooo… who else is hungry because I am starving.”
“I could eat.”
Eddie jumps overdramatically. “Sorry, Princess. You got too excited there. Startled me out of my skin.”
Dylan laughs as you scrunch your nose and smile. “Can we go to the pizza place that has the indoor playground?” When you nod your head, he jumps up, and runs in his room to get his shoes.
“You okay?”, Steve’s concerned eyes scan over you.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m going to go change into something more comfortable.” Your words didn’t match your tone and they knew it. What were you going to do though? You felt like you couldn’t afford to not be ok right now.
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“Can I go play?”
“Nope, you have to sit with the adults and talk about… I don’t know…taxes.”
Dylan narrows his eyes at you as he makes a funny pouty face with his lips.
“Yup because that’s all adults do is talk about taxes.” Eddie makes a ridiculous face at you as well, laughing at your comment.
“Yes, my angel. Go play.” You watch him as he shuffles out of the booth and makes his way towards the outside playground.
“I heard the douchebag was in full asshole mode today.” Your eyes shift towards Steve before landing on Eddie.
“I thought those rooms were soundproof.”
“To a point, Sweetheart. Even if he wasn’t shouting at you, his body language didn’t really radiate calm.”
You fold your arms across your chest feeling that mask you put up for your son start to disappear. “I just want this to be over.”, you whisper.
Steve slides out from his side of the table and comes to sit beside you, wrapping his arm around your grumbling frame.
“What was his excuse this time?”
“He won’t sign anything until ‘this matter with Dylan is taken care of.”
Eddie scoffs, folding his own arms as he leaned back in the booth. “What the fuck? It’s not like he cares. He never shows up for his weekends. He doesn’t pay child support. I don’t get it!”
“Munson…” Steve reaches his other arm out to try and calm his friend down.
“It just pisses me off, Harrington. The least he could do is let her go. Couldn’t even do that when they were married. That’s why he cowardly went behind her back with what’s her name.”
“Eddie!” Steve’s stern voice startled you both. “Come on, dude. Not right now.”, his tone came out much softer as he eyes gestured towards you.
Eddie reached across the table for your hand and when you placed it in his he tenderly kissed the back of it. “I’m sorry. It just makes me angry. You both don’t deserve the hell he puts you through.”
“What I don’t understand is what case does he even have to think he can win in court?”, Steve asked.
You pulled out of his embrace so you could look at them both. “He’s, uh, arguing that my home environment isn’t safe for Dylan.” They genuinely laugh.
“That’s the most insane thing I’ve ever heard.”
“For real. Good luck proving that.” Eddie takes a swig of the beer in front of him.
“He does have pictures… of a broken nose and busted lip after leaving my apartment.
It feels as if all the air has exited the room. Your gaze shifts between them as they come to the realization of what you were saying.
“He was hurting you.” Steve looks down at the table. “I don’t regret it but—”
“We would regret if that was the reason you lost your son.”, Eddie finished for him.
You let out a small laugh trying to lighten the conversation. “Hey, uh, he also said he didn’t need to sign the divorce papers anytime soon because I’m not getting married.” Eddie smiles as Steve chuckles under his breath. “What would that even look like? Would my name be hyphened? Y/N Harrington-Munson?”
“Pfft. Munson- Harrington flows better.”
You look down at your hands nervously. “I know there’s a lot going on so we don’t have to talk about this now but I was thinking, maybe, we could look into getting you guys some kind of legal rights for him. I mean I know we can’t technically get married or I don’t even know but I know you love Dylan and he loves you. If anything ever happened to me I would want him to be with you two.”
When you finally look up, you notice they are both beaming at you with wide smiles. “I think that was both the cutest and sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.” Eddie giggles as he looks at Steve.
“Definitely.” Steve pulls you to him, kissing your temple.
“Yeah, yeah. We would also have to talk to the kid but—”
“Talk about what?”, Dylan skids into view as he reaches for his glass and chugs back the water inside.
“I said ‘the kid’. I didn’t say it was you. Ugh.” You make a face as you wipe the sweat from his forehead. You act like you’re going to wipe on Steve’s shoulder. He lightly grabs your wrist, bending out of the way. You son laughs as he climbs up next to Eddie.
“Are you done talking about Texas?”
“Taxes, dork. Yes, the adults are done talking about taxes.”
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Almost as if detecting the mood, a pretty bad storm hit Hawkins. The four of you made it home just as the first heavy drops started hit.
Eddie gripped Dylan’s shoulder, pulling him to his side. “Don’t be scared, dude.”
“I’m not scared. I’m not a baby!”
“Oh, well excuse me. Hold me then because I’m scared.” Your son laughed as he ran after you, following you into your room. You could hear Eddie giggling with Steve in the living room. “Did you see that? Kid just abandoned me.”
You hand Dylan some candles as you both come back out and set them around the room lighting them. There’s a loud crack of thunder before the lights flicker and shut off.
“Well, shit.” You smack Steve’s chest as you and Dylan settle down on the floor with his head opposite yours. “Um, what’s going on here?”
“This is something we do when the power is out.” You hand you son your phone and he turns on the flashlight, pointing it towards the ceiling. Steve and Eddie look up to see Dylan making shadow puppets with his hands.
“Pfft, amateurs.” Eddie lays down beside you while Steve plants himself next to Dylan, placing his feet up on the couch.
You guys laid like that for about an hour before your phone vibrated and Dylan was suddenly silent. He hands the phone to you and you saw Charlie’s name on the display. You head for your bedroom and close the door.
“Yes, Charlie?”
“I left a message with your lawyer. We’re going to meet again next week so I can sign the divorce papers.”
“Oh? What made you change your mind?”
“I asked Vivian to marry me.”
Your whole body froze and suddenly it felt like you couldn’t breathe. “Are…are you fucking kidding me right now? What ever happened to ‘Not signing shit until everything with Dylan is in order’?!”
“Look, I know this may come as a shock and I know you’re a little jealous—”
“You selfish asshole. This isn’t about me or you. This is about our son. This is the shit I’m talking about! You put on this act like you fucking care but if it came down between you and him, you always choose yourself!”
He hung up on you and you threw your phone angrily into the bathroom against the wall. There was nothing you could do to stop them. The tears flooded out of your eyes as you fell to your knees.
You suddenly felt strong arms wrap around you and lift you on to a lap. “It’s ok. Everything’s ok, Princess.” Eddie rocked you back and forth in his arms as he held you to him.
After a while, you wipe your cheeks and rise to your feet. “We’ll talk about it later, okay? You think you can go back out there?” You nod as he pulls you in for a quick kiss. When you both head into the living room, both Steve and Dylan are giggling as they arm wrestle on the floor.
“Little Man, you can’t beat me.” You lean over and gently poke Steve side, tickling him, giving Dylan enough time to push his arm down. “Foul! Not fair.”
Your son scrunches his little noise at him. “But for real, mom. I would have won.”
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That night Dylan asked if the boys could put him to bed which you were absolutely fine with. They did their normal routine of him reading to them and occasionally he would ask them questions. You leaned against the outside wall listening in on their cute banter.
“Can I ask you guys something?”
“No. We only accept questions and comments in writing after 8pm.”, Eddie chuckles as Dylan smiles. “What’s up, Kid?”
“Can you two be my daddy?”
You became more alert, debating for a moment if you should go in there and save them.
“Wow, dude. That’s a big honor. Can we ask why you would pick us?”, Steve’s voice was soft and comforting.
“You guys play with me and hang out. You don’t yell at me. You don’t make my mom cry. That’s important. I’m tired of my dad making mommy sad.”
“Same here, Bud.”, Eddie’s voice slightly cracks as he clears his throat. “I think you’d have to talk to your mom but…”
“We do care about you.” Steve helps by finishing his sentence. “We love you and your mom.” Eddie nods affirming his answer.
Dylan smiles as he pushes himself down further into his covers. “I love you guys to.”
You smile to yourself, heading back into the living room to grab Eddie’s cigarettes from his jacket and heading out to sit on the patio.
The rain had calmed down and was now falling at a soothing rhythm. You lit a cigarette as you starred out beyond the complex in front of you.
“I’m going to start charging you, ma’am.” Eddie smiles as he sits in the chair next to you, taking a cigarette out for himself. Steve followed outside behind him, taking the remaining chair. Eddie offers him a cigarette as well but he declines.
“So, what happened today?”
“Charlie proposed to Vivian.” You continue to stare straight ahead, unable to meet their eyes. Steve sighs as Eddie sarcastically laughs.
“Let me guess. Now he’s ready to sign the divorce papers.”, Steve shakes his head in disgust.
“So much for his ‘not until we get this thing with Dylan resolved’ proclamation.”, Eddie huffs as smoke leaves his lips.
Their heads turn towards you when they hear you sniffle. Steve gets up to kneel in front of you as Eddie scoots his chair closer. “Honey—”
“How do I explain that to my son? Not the part about him changing his mind on the papers but how do I tell him his father can’t make time for him but can for this bitch enough to get fucking married.”
“Well, I would probably remove the words ‘bitch’ and ‘fucking’.”
You giggle at Eddie as you run your sleeve under your eyes. “No you wouldn’t.” Steve’s hands rub your legs trying to comfort you. “I heard what Dylan asked you. I’m glad he feels that way. Even though I wish his actual father wasn’t a jackass.”
Steve rises and lifts you out of the chair, throwing you over his shoulder as he brings you back into the apartment.
“Steve!”, you laugh at him, trying to keep your voice low so you don’t wake up Dylan. Eddie smiles as he follows behind his friend through your home and into their own.
“You, baby, have had an extremely stressful fucking day and as your boyfriends it is our duty to alleviate some of that stress.” He playfully tosses you onto his bed. “And we want you to make as much noise as possible with no restrictions.”
Eddie hurls his body beside yours but Steve quickly grabs his arms and whispers something in his ear. The metalheads grin grows as he shifts closer to the bottom of the mattress by your legs while his roommate lifts you up slightly to get behind you, pulling your back to his chest as he leans against his headboard.
“Guys!” You chuckle at their earnestness as they work together to remove your clothes until your completely naked before them.
“Look, sweetheart. Steve is right. As your men this is what we have to do. We don’t make the rules.”
You suck your bottom lip through your teeth, trying to control your grin. Steve’s arms suddenly appear in front of you; one rests across your chest while the other glides between your legs. His fingers gently open your pussy lips, displaying your sex to the boy in front of you.
Eddie’s tongue runs along his lips as his eyes take you in. He hastily removes his shirt before settling himself closer to you between your legs. You whimper at the feeling of his warm breath against you.
His mouth absorbs your clit, sucking the nub between his lips as the echoes of the sound filled the room. Steve’s own mouth descended to suck and nibble on your neck causing you to reach up and run your fingers through his soft hair.
You began bucking your hips forward, desperate to reach that high. As the coil began to wind, your eyes rolled back as you felt Steve massive palm cover one of your breasts, kneading it in his hand. Your legs began to shake and Eddie’s hands flew to your thighs, holding them open as the tether broke within your belly.
You expected Eddie to stop after he helped you through your climax but he continued his assault in your cunt. He flicked his tongue quickly in and out of your entrance as Steve’s fingers reach to move circles rapidly against your swollen nub. His other hand slides up to your throat, turning your head to face him.
“Come on, honey. You and I both know Eddie could live between your legs if he could. Tasting you repeatedly as you cum. Can you cum again for him?” Steve kisses your upper lip as your mouth falls open in moan. Your hands cling to his arm as you feel your body running towards that ledge. “There you go, baby. Come on. Don’t hold back.”
His fingers on your neck gently tip your head back on to his shoulder. Your thighs try to close themselves but Eddie’s grip on them tightens as he pushes his mouth deeper into you.
“Fuuck. Oh my god.” Your body shutters against them as your second climax hits you. Neither of them lets up their relentless pace. “Please. I can’t…”
Steve teeth graze your ear lobe. “Yes, you can, Y/N. I know you can. Give us one more. Be a good girl, baby, and give us one more.”
Eddie replaces his mouth with his fingers as he pushes two of them inside of dripping entrance. He crawls up to you as Steve lifts your head to face his. Your forehead lazily connects with the boy in front of you. “One more, Princess. Cum on more time and we’ll let your pussy rest. God, you are so fucking tight right now.”
You let out an exasperated giggle when you feel the other boy’s cock twitch in his pants against you. “I think…Steve can’t wait to find out.” Eddie’s eyes flick up to Steve’s as he grins.
“Yeah, well, Stevie boy has to wait. It’s about you right now.” He thrusts his fingers into you faster as he continues to urge you to cum.
“Eddie, please. Don’t stop.” You tilt your head to kiss his lips, tasting your sweetness on his tongue.
“I may need your help, Harrington.”
Without needing more information, both of Steve’s hands grip your thighs to hold them open. Eddie’s thumb replaces the boy’s fingers on your clit as he pumps into you with purpose.
You bury your face in Steve’s neck as you shout Eddie’s name repeatedly feeling that wave crash against you as you cum. They kiss any part of your body they can reach as you slowly come down. “Please…I need…”
“No, baby you did good.” Steve scoots out from behind you as you fall back against the headboard. His hand quickly shoots out to grab your head before it makes contact with the wood. “Whoa. Careful.” He chuckles, smiling over at you as you throw a drunken grin back.
You watch them with hooded eyes as they grin at each other, removing the others clothes. Eddie climbed on Steve, leaning down to place passionate kisses on his lips. Steve’s fingers tangled in his hair as he held his mouth to his own before flipping Eddie over on to his back.
You slid your body down to press yourself against his side as his arm came around to pull your lips gently to his own. Steve’s mouth trailed down Eddie’s stomach before hovering just above the tip of his length, allowing a long line of spit to descend from his lips.
Eddie mewled into your kisses as Steve pumped his hand over his cock before taking him fully into his mouth. The boy’s lips chased yours when you moved your head to watch the display in front of you. You grinned watching Steve continue to utilize the advice you gave him before as he swirled his tongue around Eddie as his mouth moved.
“Fuuuck. He’s so fucking good at that.” Eddie panted into your shoulder as he left random kisses against your skin.
You crawl down towards Steve, delicately lifting his head to bring his lips to your own. “Can I?”
He nods, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “If you’re ready.” He moves out of your way as you straddle Eddie, reaching your hand down to guide him into your entrance.
His face contorts in pleasure as his mouth falls open. “Fucking… damn it!”
“What?”, Steve is on his knees next to you both. You bite your bottom lip as your head leans to the side on his shoulder, your hips slowly grinding forward.
Eddie tries to look over at Steve but it’s hard for him to keep his eyes open. “We thought…she was…fuck…Jesus Harrington. We thought she was tight before?” He aggressively shakes his head as he moans.
Steve chuckles as he runs his fingers through your hair. “Do you think you can take me to?”
Eddie arches his neck to the side as he feels your pussy flutter at the other boy’s question.
He grins, kissing your lips before taking his place behind you. With his hand on your back, he gently pushes you forward. You support yourself up on your hands as you look lovingly down at the man under you. Steve’s palm remains on your lower back as he uses his other to guide himself into your ass. Your hips stop moving as Eddie takes over thrusting himself up into you.
You feel the hand on your spine slide down, coming between your legs to circle your clit and you can’t help but shout Steve’s name as his cock bottoms out inside you.
The feeling of them both inside of you was always overwhelming at first but a welcome sensation. As they both hit a steady rhythm you can feel everything wipe from your brain except for the intense pleasure of them stretching you out.
Eddie clung to your hips as he pushed into you faster until you suddenly felt him sputter beneath you and with a few more sloppy thrusts he came underneath you.
Steve laid himself flat onto your back, pushing him deeper inside of you making you whimper.
“Are you ok? It doesn’t hurt, does it?” He moved your hair to the side as he murmured into your ear.
Your forehead was leaning on Eddie’s sweaty chest as his hand reached up to pet your head. “No…it doesn’t hurt. Oh my god. Can you…?”
“Can I wait, baby?”
“Can you go harder?”
Steve’s hand wrapped around your throat, pulling you up so you were against his chest. You and Eddie groaned as his cock slid out from between your legs. Steve’s arms held you tightly as he smacked his hips against yours. His lips came down to suck on your neck as your nails dug into his arms. Your arm flew behind him and tangled in his soft hair as your body trembled against his. Steve grunted into your ear as he rode you through your high while chasing his own.
When his arms released you to hold your waist, you fell forward, collapsing on Eddie’s tummy. Steve toppled on to your back as he came inside of you. You felt his humid breath panting against your skin.
“I love you both but you’re kind of crushing me.”, Eddie whines causing Steve to chuckle as he rolls to the side. You crawled further up him, resting your head under his chin as one of your other hands found a home on the other man’s hairy chest.
“Do you want to shower real quick before we go back over to your place?”
You shake your head. “Too tired.”
The bed shifts as Steve rises to pull on some shorts and a white undershirt. You listen to him move around as he heads for the bathroom. You roll off of Eddie on to your back prepared for the routine that’s about to follow. Eddie huffs as a pile of clothes smack his face.
A small hiss leaves your mouth as Steve reaches between your legs to clean you. You laugh as fabric lands on your face and you feel the bed beside you dip as Eddie sits up to pull on his sweatpants.
You open your eyes as he tugs the shorts and shirt off your head, smiling over at him. Steve playfully rolls you around like a ragdoll, helping you get dressed.
Your smile disappeared as a thought popped into your head.
“I have an idea.”
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You glance through the glass partition at the boys waiting anxiously in their chairs. Steve’s eyes were darting everywhere, prepared for anything. Eddie’s legs were crossed but his foot was bouncing continuously. Their eyes met yours and you flashed them a small smile that they returned.
“Why are they here? Am I supposed to be scared or something?”, Charlie scoffed.
You pushed down the urge to respond sarcastically. After talking with your lawyer, she thought it best that she does all the talking which you were fine with.
“So, Bryan, I understand your client has decided to finalize the divorce?”
“He has.”
“Wouldn’t have anything to do with him suddenly being engaged, would it?”
“I don’t see that how that matters, Lidia.” Your lawyer responded with a sassy hm as she started pulling papers out of her briefcase.
“Well, Y/N and I are happy he’s finally changed his mind. We do however have one stipulation.”
Charlie laughed as his lawyer smiled at yours. “And that would be?”
“My client will sign the divorce papers if yours will sign the documents giving sole custody of the child to her.”
When your eyes met your exes, they were full of fury. “You bitch.” He rose to his feet and so did Eddie and Steve behind him.
His lawyer grabs his arm. “Can we have a minute, ladies? Please.”
“Take all the time you need.”
As you both walk out of the room, you hear Charlie’s heated voice. “Who the fuck does she think she is?”
“We can still fight this, Charlie. You don’t have to sign. We can keep our orig—” The doors cut them off as it closes.
“What’s happening?”, Steve’s look shifts between you and Lidia.
“Well, he took it about as good as to be expected.” Her hand rubbed your back. “You’re doing the right thing. Honestly, the fact that he didn’t completely shut down the offer outright is extremely telling.” She chuckles to herself as she glances at Eddie, dancing on the balls of his feet.
“You okay over there? You’re not on the run, are you?”
He grins in her direction. “Not a fan of this.” Eddie gestures around the building. “Reminds me of my dad.” You lean forward and wrap your arms around him.
“You don’t have to keep coming with me, you know?”, your voice is muffled in his chest.
“I know I don’t have to. I want to. Whatever keeps you and Kid safe and comfortable.”
Steve patted his back as Lidia exhaled a happy sigh. “Aw I love these guys. Edward are you single?”
“Ah, no ma’am but if I ever am…”, Eddie smiles playfully.
She raises her eyebrows coyly at Steve.
“Sorry, Lidia. I’m taken to.”
She jokingly snaps her fingers. “Oh, oh! Ok, here we go. Put your game face on.” Lidia pushes your back towards the door as you both come back in and take a seat.
Charlie’s lawyer looks completely worn out. “We…Charlie has decided to accept the offer.”
Neither of you can look at each other as you start signing papers. You watch his hands sign line after line numbly.
“Good. Um, Lidia, I will call you and we can discuss meetings for the new schedule as well as get a set time to reconvene about the visitation further down the line.”
Lidia nods as she starts gathering the paperwork in front of her.
“Not like she cares.”, Charlie snaps in your direction.
“I do care. I don’t want this to be permanent.” He scoffs as he starts to get up from his chair. “I really don’t! Everything I’m doing here is for our son.”
“Yeah, sure.” Charlie stomps out of the room and to your lawyers dismay you follow after him. Steve tries to grab your arm but you pull it away.
“Fight me then! Take me to court and fight for him.” You run in front of him, blocking him with your body. “Fight for him. Fight to keep the joint custody. Think about it. If you won, he could go to your wedding. He could be there for the holidays. Dylan has a talent show next month that you could come see. All you would have to do is be there.” Charlie’s eyes scanned yours as you spoke.
There was a split second where you thought for a moment you had gotten through to him. He side steps around you and out the front door. Bryan follows him, stopping to give you a sullen look.
“Are you ok, honey?” Lidia comes up to your side and grabs your hand.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. We got what we wanted, right?” You don’t wait for answer as you walk out the door and head for Steve’s car.
You hear shoes crunching quickly against the gravel behind you as a strong hand reaches for your arm. Steve pulls you to him, holding your head to his chest. You try and push him away, hitting your small hands against him but it doesn’t work. His cheek rests in your hair as your arms loop around him, clinging to him. Suddenly, you feel another set of arms wrap around your waist as Eddie leans against your back. They hold you to them as the tears begin to flow.
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VICIOUS (The Series) Part 2
Pairing: Female and male OC (Male OC was my husband's idea) x AEW Superstars
Summary: Audrey Nolan, an almost 23-year-old woman, comes to AEW with the simple fact of fulfilling her dream of being a wrestler, inspired by Chyna, her favorite wrestler. But as time goes by, she feels her dream destroyed by people who judge her because of her gender.
Warning: strong language, may contain sex.
Audience: 18+ [minors do not interact]
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The night fell, Audrey did what she could to strengthen herself. Listening to "Limbo" by Daddy Yankee inspired her all night. She was thinking about Eddie all day, he was one of her several favorite wrestlers and she saw him as a dad figure. She still couldn't believe that that happened on that day, of all the bad things she faced before she could marry Jay. Someone started knocking on the door, it was Scarlett. She came as if she were a boxing coach.
"Good evening Audrey." She said.
"Hey, you look like a boxing coach." Audrey reacted. "What for?"
"To train you. I had a conversation with Jay and he told me that you don't jump rope or do any flips. I thought you were more or less a Rey Mysterio... I don't know, a Jeff Hardy... more or less like that."
"Scar, I'm not crazy enough to do all that shit. I wanted to be more or less half taekwondo and half boxing. I don't know... but not to be a high flyer. Forget about that, gurl."
"My biggest goal was for you to do at least some fucking clotheslines at least..."
"Well, I can do clotheslines. But forget about making Swantons."
Scarlett and Audrey went to a separate ring to start training.
"Great." Scarlett smiled. "Kenny, come here."
Audrey smiled, watching Kenny enter. He noticed that he was in recovery, but at the same time he wanted to see the Nolans' talent.
"Hello Audrey." He greeted her, making her feel nervous. "Hey, don't be like that. I'm not going to do anything to you."
She gave a sigh. "Hello... Kenny."
Scarlett smiled. "The only reason he came is to see what you learned during your training. Now try giving a kick."
Audrey raised her leg to try a kick, having a memory in her mind. "Addy.. are you okay?"
"I think...did I do it right?"
Kenny smiled. "You did pretty well, although you need to practice a little more."
"Let's see Audrey, how long have you not practiced?"
"Since...since I was in my third year of high school. I haven't practiced in a long time."
Kenny looked at Scarlett. "Go train her, she needs a little more efficiency."
Audrey started to feel bad. "I think so..."
"Hey, you're doing it well, but you need to get back that same energy you had when you did your first practice. That way you'll come out cool and give that fucker Claudio a hard time."
Kenny stood up gently, leaving the entire area. Audrey felt embarrassed by what The One Winged Angel did to her wrestling moves.
"It's better to stay as manager." She thought to herself and left.
Meanwhile with the BCC...
Claudio was sitting on a couch, upset along with Wheeler Yuta, Jon Moxley, and Bryan Danielson.
"Do you know what started bothering me about that tomboy Audrey? That she starts defending that shitty Eddie. I'm sick of it."
Jon rolled his eyes. "Here we go again."
"What's up? You got a problem?"
"Dude, everything about Eddie pisses you off, even the new girl pisses you off."
"More like the male pisses me off."
Wheeler crossed his arms. "Wasn't she the tomboy?"
Claudio roared. "IT'S THE SAME SHIT YOU BITCH, SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!"
"That's enough Claudio." Mox commanded. "If you don't want any trouble with Eddie, don't mess with the tomboy. Listen to me. Use your head to think instead of shining a light on it."
Claudio took a breath. "If that will prevent me from seeing the male, then fine. But the problem is with her, not with Kingston."
"You seriously are an idiot... you know what? Do whatever you want, but remember that I told you so. Don't come crawling then."
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Audrey was sitting in a chair backstage, looking at a photo of her husband and her at their wedding. A happy tear was shed, making him hug the photo.
"AUDREY!" Jay ran towards her. "Hey baby girl. How was today?"
Audrey looked at her husband. "Good... all good." .
"Hey... Scarlett told me that you need to do a little more training, since your 'twin' evaluated you."
"Honey, I don't know if I can do it."
"Why's that?"
"It's just... I don't feel capable of doing such a thing."
"Baby, of course you can. It takes as long as it takes, but that's okay. At least you'll be my manager until you're completely ready." Jay put his hands on Audrey's shoulders. "I love you Drey, you are everything to me... you are my entire life, and the first thing I told you before we got married would be to make your dreams come true and do everything... to see you happy."
"My love." She smiled, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
Jay winked. "Let's go to the locker." He whispered, scooping his wife into his arms and kissing her passionately.
Both went to the locker room, Jay placed Audrey's body in the couch, locking the door completely and running to kiss her, then starting to take off her clothes.
"Damn baby..." Jay smirked, as his voice deepened. "I started to miss those big juicy tits... that fat pussy... and those clapping cheeks. Gosh mami."
"You like how it is now papi?" Audrey looked at him.
"Of course, I've always like that hot body of yours. It..." Jay removed all of his clothes, placing himself on top of his wife and holding his hands on the couch. "It drives me crazy how big you get every fucking day baby girl. Fuck... I want you."
Both laughed, kissing like they were devouring themselves, as Jay started squeezing Audrey's boobs. Audrey started letting out a moan while letting herself get dominant by her husband. Jay's hands ran towards her neck, squeezing it lightly and seeing how her eyes grew big.
"Papi.." Audrey moaned, about to yell. Jay's free hand ran right towards her pussy, starting to rub her clit fast, making her moan harder.
"Fuck mami, you're so fucking wet.. wet, sexy, and all juicy just for papi."
He stopped for a minute, getting up and jerking off his cock, right before putting it in Audrey's pussy. She let out a gasp, feeling him deeper inside of her.
Jay started fucking her, squeezing her neck softly as he does. Audrey's moans where about to turn into screams.
"Jay!!" She screamed, rolling her eyes and burying her back on the couch.
He chuckled, leaning down on her ear. "Now everybody in this roaster knows who own you.. you're such a great girl."
Jay's deepened voice turned Audrey on, making her jiggle her boobs while she was getting fucked.
"Mami..." Jay took a breath. "Mami.. I'm close... i'm close to make a fucking mess in you."
"Cum in me papi." Audrey begged. "Cum in me..."
Jay's pace went faster, as Audrey's screams were louder. Then he came deep inside of her, removing his cook and shooting cum all over his wife's boobs.
Jay's body collapsed, and same did Audrey's. Both laughed and kissed, as they put on a blanket and both of them felt asleep.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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After that, Eddie barely sees Garcia at all. Oh, BCC is still feuding with the JAS creeps, so Eddie sees him when he's standing at Jericho's side, or picking a fight with one of the others.
But he doesn't pick a fight with Eddie. Not ever.
And he doesn't hang around anymore. Eddie hadn't realized how much he'd been used to running into the kid everywhere—the hotel, catering, coming out of the locker room. Eddie hadn't actually realized the kid was doing it on purpose until abruptly, he wasn't around.
Eddie doesn't care. It ain't a big deal. There are a lotta people who have gotten sick of Eddie's shit and quit. He's almost forty fuckin' years old, pardna. Garcia ain't the first to realize Eddie's more trouble than he's worth, and he certainly won't be the last
Anyway, as he says to absolutely no one because he ain't troubled about it, he quit on Garcia first, so. Take that.
The kid fights Danielson. Twice. They're both good matches, obviously. Garcia's not a rising fuckin' star for nothing. Eddie's standing at the monitors for the second bout, and feeling something fuckin' stupid like pride. Like he had anything to do with the kid's talent. Stupid. He should go in the back and find Ortiz and bum a cigarette, or go get something to eat, or maybe head back to the hotel if Tony's done with him.
He doesn't move.
Mox is at his side, watching the monitors with him. Garcia goes limp for the second fall, and the bell rings, the crowd roars. Good for him. The kid won that crowd over fair and square. Goatface sticks out a hand to him and the kid watches him warily. Eddie scoffs.
"You talkin' about it yet?" says Mox.
"Bout what?" Eddie says, and then doesn't wait for the reply and stomps off.
It was a good fight. Both of em were. Its just the fuckin' speeches that are honestly what kills him. He's so sick of everyone crying their faces off on the mic. "My hero did this" and "my hero said that". Bryan fuckin' Danielson? Really? Get some better fuckin heroes.
The first time he sees the kid not on a screen is when he's getting out of an Uber from dinner with Ruby-Rubes and is crossing the venue parking lot. Garcia's standing by the back door with Dumb and Dumber, talking in low tones.
"Yo," Eddie calls. "I thought you were done with these freaks. Thought Danielson was your new daddy now." The three of them look up, and immediately Matt and Jeff immediately step in front of the kid, squaring up.
"Back off, Eddie," Matt says. "Leave him alone."
"I ain't even doing anything," Eddie says. "What am I doing? I'm just walking by. Ruby, am I doin' something?
"C'mon," Ruby says. "Let's go back to your locker room."
"Why?" Eddie says belligerently. "I'm just talking' here."
"Oh, now you wanna talk," the kid scoffs. Eddie can barely even see him behind the human moron wall. "That's rich."
"Aww," Eddie says. "Did you get your lil feelings hurt by big mean Eddie? Sorry, princess. But I hear you're probably hooking up with us now anyway. Which means you and Yuta on the same side. You'll like that."
The energy goes puzzled suddenly. The ding-dongs both stop posturing and give Eddie a weird look, and the kid manages to crane his neck enough for Eddie to see him. "What does that mean?"
Eddie feels embarrassed all of a sudden. "Nothin," he says. "What do I give a shit? Ruby, let's go."
"Finally," Ruby says and shoves him forward to get him moving. He hears Jeff say, "what the fuck does Yuta have to do with with the price of cheese?" but the door closes before Eddie hears any reply.
"I've been listening to like, this really cool meditation podcast I found," Ruby says as they walk down the hallway.
"What's a podcast?" Eddie says and walks faster.
That night there's a knock on his hotel room door. In catering earlier, he was freely telling everyone what his room number was, just fuckin' shouting it around, so it could be anyone. Could be anyone with anything to say.
He opens the door and lets Garcia in.
"What the fuck is wrong with you," Garcia says when the door closes beind him. "Is there like, something broken in your goddamn brain?"
"Uh, yeah," Eddie says. "Ain't you never heard anything anyone has ever said about me? That ain't my fault if you don't listen. That makes you the stupid one."
"This was about Yuta?" Garcia says, like Eddie didn't say shit. "You broke up with me in front of everyone because you—what—were jealous of Yuta?"
"Broke up with," Eddie scoffs derisively. "Like I gave you back your letterman's jacket on fuckin' prom night. Grow up, we weren't—"
"Yeah," Garcia says, his eyes flashing. "We fuckin' were. And you tried to tailspin it, for what? For fuckin' what, Eddie?"
"Listen," Eddie says, feeling backed into a dumb corner. He wishes he didn't open the fucking door. "I don't give a shit what you do. We weren't nothing, we just fucked sometimes. If you wanna go fuckin' give Wheeler Yuta a mating bite in the middle of a goddamn pay-per-view, that's your look-out. Enjoy. I hope you're fuckin happy. Tell me where you're registered and I'll buy you a fuckin' instapot."
The kid's gone real fuckin' still. He's watching Eddie, eyes big and wide. His chest is still heaving like he ran up all seven flights to get here or something, but he's looking at Eddie so intense and so close that it makes Eddie wanna grab him by the scruff and throw him out.
"Oh," he says finally. "That's what you think I really want."
"I don't care what you want—"
"You think I wanna mate up with Yoots," Garcia says. "Bite him, knot him, do the whole thing."
"I said I don't—"
"It's not a bad idea," Garcia says. "I mean, we pretty much played this out here, and maybe it's time I move on. Maybe I'll go find Yuta right now, see if he's up for it. He probably will be, right? Because that's how things are supposed to go."
"Shut the fuck up," Eddie says.
"Good idea, man," Garcia says, moving back towards the door. "Anyway, thanks for everything. Had a fuckin blast. I'll thank you in my wedding speech for sure."
Eddie's vicious when he slams Garcia's back against the closed hotel room door, and gets a fist twisted in his shirt front, and forcing a knee between his legs. The kid meets him eagerly though, spreading his stance for it, going up on his toes to drag Eddie down for a furious, searing kiss. Eddie kisses him back, hitching the kid up against the door and just goes for it. All the anger and jealousy and frustration of the past few weeks, he lets it out. Lets Danny take it all until that's not enough either.
Then he eases up just a little bit, just enough to haul the kid across the room and dump him on his back on the bed. Garcia doesn't stay still, he bounces twice, then sits up and starts yanking his shirt off, fumbles off his belt. Eddie practically rips off his own clothes, so fucking desperate for it.
When they're both naked, Eddie shoves Garcia back against the pillows, knocks his legs open, spits on his fingers and starts working the kid open, probably too rough. "Gonna knot you tonight," he says, low. "You want it?"
"Yeah," Garcia bites off. He throws an arm over his eyes, hiding his face away, which Eddie fucking hates actually, but he don't know what to do about it. He just keeps loosening the kid up on his fingers, making a space he can fit into. "Fuckin do it already," the kid says eventually, and rolls over onto his stomach, spreading his legs wide open and presenting.
"Jesus Christ," Eddie says, and spits again, fisting his own cock. Then, thinking the better of it, lists over and snags his dopp kit from the floor, gets the bottle of Wet he hasn't touched in weeks. Eddie fingers a little bit inside, and then wets the kid's crack like he's a slicked up little omega, fucks his cock right through it. He does that a few times, just nudging against the kid's little hole, teasing.
"You need a fucking invitation?" Garcia snaps, his face buried away in his folded arms.
"I don't need shit," Eddie says. "This is for you. You need this." He finally presses against the sweet clench, nudging forward until he can feel the little hole give way and welcome him in. Garcia lets out a long exhale as Eddie slides all the way, and then starts to draw back. "You love this," Eddie says through gritted teeth. He always forgets how vice-tight the kid is, how silky-good. "You can't get it like this from no one else. Not Bryan, not Chris. Not Yuta. Not no one."
Garcia doesn't say anything and Eddie can't fuckin bear it anymore. He drags the kid up to his knees, gets an arm around Garcia's chest. Eddie can't pound him like this, but he can deliver deep, sweet, sharp rolls of his hips. He roughly fondles the kid's tits, kisses his neck.
Garcia makes a low noise, throws his head back on Eddie's shoulder, gets a hand around himself. The kid's cute little knot is already forming, and Eddie gets his hand on it too, wraps his fingers tight around the little bulge as Garcia strokes himself off. He wonders if the kid has ever put it in anyone, whether he wants to know what it feels like to hold someone down, make them take it. He doesn't think Garcia'll answer if he asks though, so he don't.
He says, instead, "Gonna put my knot in you. You feel it baby? You feel it begging to get inside?"
Garcia grunts, widens his stance, says "just fuckin do it."
Eddie tips them forward again, puts the kid back on his hands and knees, and gives it to him. Eddie fucks the kid hard and uncontrolled until he feels his knot blow up, big and insistent. The kid's got him so tight inside, so Eddie can only thrust a little, rough little jostles before he's groaning and crushing the kid to him, pinning him to the bed, holding him still and making him take it all. It feels—it feels like the sweetest relief. Like all the tension in his body seeps out. Like burying himself in Garcia is a tiny glimpse of peace.
The slick quick noises of the kid jerking off startle Eddie back to his senses. He rolls them onto their sides, hooks his chin over the kid's shoulder and watches as Garcia handles himself. "Slow down," he says.
"Fuck you," Garcia bites off.
"Already too busy fucking you," Eddie says, and grabs the kid's forearm, slows him down. Garcia sobs a little, pinned on Eddie's knot, unable to move, unable to do anything but take whatever Eddie gives him. It makes Eddie feel nice, all of a sudden, and he kisses the hinge of Garcia's jaw, and encourages the kid to fuck into Eddie's grip. The kid does, in jerky, desperate thrusts, bumping his little knot against the edge of Eddie's palm. "C'mon, I know you wanna come," Eddie says. "I'll let you. I wanna see it."
"Fuck you," Garcia says again, weaker and with less heat this time. He's too busy writhing against Eddie, restlessly begging with his body. Within a few thrusts, he's shoving his cock up and groaning, spurting all over Eddie's hand.
"Good," Eddie says, low and warm. "That's so good. You took it so good. You feel so good."
Garcia doesn't say anything, and Eddie suddenly feels a little unsure. The kid's not tense or uncomfortable in his arms, but Eddie can't see his face to try and get a read on what's happening here. The mood is—strange. He shifts his hips a little thoughtlessly and the kid makes a strangled noise. "Sorry," he says.
"Just stay still," the kid says, almost tiredly. "Just lay there til it's done, okay? Can you do that at least?"
"Yeah I can do that," Eddie says, readjusting his hold. "You got it, partna."
[onwards to seven]
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hi i luv your writing ❤️ could you write something about Eddie meeting the reader on a rock/metal festival?
That Corroed Coffin Guitarist ੈ♡˳ Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader
Warnings: legal and illegal drug use, bad words, fluffy stuff.
A/N: As a metalhead I have to admit that I got some inspiration from the song Death By Rock And Roll from The Pretty Reckless and will make part of that fic as well. I hope you enjoy, and thanks to appreciate my writing! This makes me happy! <3
★ Y/N P.O.V ★
It was late at night in California but us metalheads were doing what we liked best, having a little fun with some drinks, cigarettes and music. I like the California atmosphere and now that me and the guys in the band I'm part of are here because of the record company I'm seriously thinking about continuing to live in this wonderful place.
I was just getting ready in the dressing room. He wore short denim shorts and a long Megadeth shirt on top. I couldn't forget all my accessories like various rings and bracelets and not least my fishnet stockings with black boots with silver buckles. I asked Bryan — our band's drummer — to help me apply eyeliner and adjust my burgundy lipstick. He's really good with makeup, even if he doesn't use anything but eyeliner.
Soon Leon walks into the dressing room, he's our guitarist and he's just one of my best friends.
— Are you ready? The crowd waits for you my queen... — he made a polite gesture.
— I'm no queen Leon — I said rolling my eyes and smiling in return as I let my hair down in front of the mirror and fixed it.
— It may not be now, but soon it will be — he smiled kindly.
Next up at the dressing room door is Dennis, our bass player.
— Have you finished getting ready? We go on stage after these guys — he said, leaning on the smoothing of the door and lighting a cigarette.
— Who's performing now? — I asked curiously, trying to identify the band but in the dressing room the sound of their music was muffled.
— Corroed Coffin, I guess — Bryan replied.
— Their sound is amazing! I listened to the new album and it's so fucking good! — Dennis said with a satisfied expression on his face. He was a big supporter of underground bands, because one day we were already an underground band too.
— We can meet the guys later and support them, you know? Always good to support each other — Leon said adjusting his black fingerless glove.
— It's fine with me guys, and you? — I said, finishing adjusting the buckles on my boots.
After we finished getting ready we walked over to the stage where the Corroed Coffin people were performing. Dennis was right, those guys were really good, especially live. Standing there behind the curtains we could see those guys rocking, they know how to drive the fans crazy.
It was a big festival. It was actually their first big festival from what Leon told me and that was a great chance for them to grow because it has a lot of potential. After two more songs it was our turn to go on stage.
The Corroed Coffin people passed us in the "hallway" that connected the stage and the dressing rooms. They were a little sweaty, but they were smiling as the crowd reacted so well to them. They also gave us a hi-five as we quickly congratulated them.
Now it was The Pretty Reckless' turn to perform on stage, in this case, our band. The boys were the first to take the stage and pick up their instruments, shaking the crowd and making they go crazy. I went right away, already taking the microphone and starting to sing. There were several girls and boys with posters near the railing shouting:
"Y/N I love you"
"Y/N you're a queen"
"Marry me please"
I love being loved to be honest and I love knowing that people look up to me. Everyone there was screaming for me and the boys making marriage proposals, vows of love or praising us. It makes us feel very loved.
I were for an hour doing my best on that stage, swaying, moving my body in time to the music as I sang sexy but not exaggerated. I looked at the fans while singing and had all my charm, believe me I knew what I was doing. Our performance was already approaching the end and soon after us would come a last band to close the festival.
It was the time to sing the most awaited song by fans: Death By Rock And Roll.
Amy shot and killed a man
With a gun too heavy in her hand
But on my tombstone when I go
Just put death by rock and roll
I sang as my hands slid down my body subtly and also grabbed the microphone. I felt like every time I sang this song I was connected with my friends, maybe because me, Bryan, Dennis and Leon wrote that song together.
After we finished this song, I smiled a little sweaty and thanked the fans for supporting us. The boys left their instruments and went to the front of the stage with me to hug and hold hands while we thank the crowd.
After we were done, we went down the hallway that gave access to the dressing rooms and hi-fived with the band that would be performing next, wishing them good luck and thanking them for their compliments. Upon arriving in the dressing room, they and I were laughing at our incredible performance.
— We were amazing today! — Dennis said smiling.
— I mean, we rock! — said lightly. I wasn't bragging, I was just saying the truth.
One of the staff members came to our dressing room door saying that the bands that had already performed and some fans were gathered talking and drinking in the back. They were having a good time, and everybody loves to have a good time with the ones we like the most.
We went there right away, we would only shower when we got home, which would take a while. In fact, everyone would only shower when they got home, we just wiped off excess sweat with wet wipes and soft towels. Back there in a very large and airy room with good music and good people was having this little party.
The place was kind of dark but they had some ideas lights to create good atmosphere, everybody was drinking and smoking or laughing and talking. Fans taking pictures, people recording interviews, groupies sitting on rockstars' laps, it had everything but it was the place that I liked to be in.
We sat next to the Corroed Coffin people, they were sitting on a huge red couch in the corner of the room. They called us because they wanted to make friends with us, and we also wanted to make friends with them. I sat next to that guitar player... what's his name? Eddie Munson, I think.
— Guys, you rock! — said the vocalist, taking a sip of his beer afterwards.
— Thanks! You guys rock too! — I complimented him back taking a sip of my whiskey with two ice cubes.
— Eddie loves you, he's a fanboy! — their bassist pointed to the wavy-haired guitarist right next to me who turned ruby red and lit a cigarette.
— Really? I also love to see the way you play guitar! — I smiled as kindly as I could. He was cute with embarrassment but I know these situations are really embarrassing.
Eddie was kind of awkward, but I don't judge him and I won't force a friendship. Tonight can just go with him and let him feel more "loose" in a natural way. Nothing better than letting things go naturally. So I continued talking to the guys from Corroed Coffin.
The guitarist was saying a few things and drinking his cold beer. The people from that band are very nice, besides being very talented and they got along very well with us, I hope we can tour together someday. After a while I needed to go outside, it was nice to get some fresh air.
I was used to that atmosphere where guys used a lot of different drugs like weed, cocaine, LSD, heroin. But I always liked to breathe good fresh air, that was a reality for many rockstars and it's all right, in the end it's their life. Everyone lives the life they choose for themselves.
Outside there was the parking lot and, amazingly, there was a lawn, the grass was cut and clean. I wanted to lie on it for a while and watch the stars. It must have been midnight and my night was far from an end. I crossed my arms and placed them under my head while looking up, I never understood much about astrology but the stars are so beautiful.
I took a deep breath. I was at peace and I was above all loving my life.
I didn't even notice when a person lay down next to me on the grass, keeping their arms the same way mine were. I only heard the clatter of his pants chains and a deep breath. I looked to the side and saw Eddie Munson, super cute with his black headband with skulls on top of his head.
— Hi — I said and waved at him.
— Hi — he said and waved back to me. — I didn't knew you liked to look at the stars too.
— There are many things you don't know about me — I looked at him and winked. My God, did I sound too flirtatious?
— Do you want to tell me? — he turned, lying on his side and resting his head in the palm of one hand.
I told him a totally random curiosity about me and he started laughing. I laughed along too, I didn't know if it was because I was too random or if it was because Eddie's laugh was amazing.
— Really? Well princess...
— That was totally random, I know — I said back, staying in the same position as him.
— I loved it! — he smiled and scratched his chin slowly. — Okay, look I will tell you a random curiosity about me too.
He told me a random curiosity, something he had done in childhood. He was already laughing while he was telling me and the ending made me laugh even more, I was loving talking to him.
— That was so fucking random but I loved!
— Really? — he asked in surprise. — I thought you wouldn't even want to talk to me after this!
— On the contrary, it is now that I want to talk to you even more!
We had a good laugh together there, looking at the stars, lying on the soft grass. Inside, he seemed to want to contain himself, I didn't seem like he could let go that much being in that environment.
— Won't you go back inside? I think there are some groupies looking for you — I said, rolling over onto my stomach as I ran my fingertips across the grass.
— I don't like groupies, sorry — he smiled awkwardly and lay down the same way I did.
— What kind of rockstar are you? — I asked in disbelief, I'd never met a rockstar who didn't like groupies.
— Of the unique kind my dear! — he analyzed my face like a critic analyzes a fancy painting in a million-dollar exhibition. — I came out here looking for copper and I found gold... or rather... diamond.
— You won't win me like this at first Munson — I pouted and pretended to be angry.
— I'm patient as fuck princess — he took my hand and placed a gentle kiss on the back, making me smile happily.
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Pairing: William Regal x Reader
Prompt: "Everything's going to be fine eventually."
"William, what was that?" you asked as William made his way backstage. "Hey! Don't just walk away from me like this. I asked you a question. What was that back there?"
"That was the making of a champion," William answered. You narrowed your eyes at him as Wheeler and Bryan ran out to comfort Mox. "Now, if you don't mind my dear, I've got big plans to discuss with the new champion."
"Are you fucking kidding me right now?" you scoffed. William ignored you as he followed MJF further backstage. You were torn between wanting to get answers from William and comforting your friend in the ring. The anger boiling over inside of you was pushed down just long enough for you to decide to help the guys with Mox.
The BCC may have been the toughest of the tough guys, but they had all welcomed you with open arms as a bit of a mothering figure. Moxley claimed that he didn't need anyone taking care of him, but you knew that he wouldn't turn you away in the moment. They all made a path for you whenever they saw you walking out to the ring. Wheeler, Bryan, and Claudio were all whispering to each other in the corner as you squatted down to pull a defeated looking Mox into a hug. You weren't sure how long you were out there with him, but by the time that everybody got backstage, all cleaned up, and ready to go, William was walking out from the media scrum.
"Y/n, what are you doing? Come on, we don't want to miss our flight," William said. He reached towards one of your bags, but you yanked it away from him. He looked hurt, like he didn't quite understand why you weren't going with him. You had never officially been a member of his stable, but you had bonded with each of those guys like they were your family. You cared about them like they were your sons, and William had just betrayed one of them. He had turned his back on the family, which included you. "Come on now, let's go. Stop playing around."
"I am not going anywhere with you. I don't think I want to go anywhere with you ever again," you told him. William tried not to look hurt, but you could see the flash of it etched onto his face. You placed your bag in the back of Moxley's rental. William stood there as Wheeler shut the trunk for you and walked you back over towards the car. The car ride itself was quiet, and you were filled with guilt about just leaving William there, but you knew it had to be done.
"Come on, you can stay with us. Eddie won't mind," Mox said as he picked your bag up for you. Wheeler and Claudio went up to their room together while Bryan stood out in the parking lot to leave a voicemail for his wife and kids. You glanced over at Mox, who looked like he was barely holding it together. You understood how he was feeling to an extent because you were sure that you felt it too. There was an uncertainty about the BCC's future without William, but you believed that those guys could manage it together. They had good heads on their shoulders, better ones than your partner apparently did. He had traded four of the best men you had ever met for an arrogant prick with a bad tan.
"It's okay," you said quietly. Mox glanced over at you, shaking his head slightly. "What William did is not okay, but it's okay to feel whatever it is you're feeling Jon." \\"You're right. It is okay," Mox said. He dropped the bags down for a moment and wrapped his arms around you for a hug. He seemed sort of stiff, but relaxed once you reciprocated the gesture. The elevator came to a stop on your floor, which was the only reason that Mox let go of you. Eddie was already in bed whenever the two of you got to the room, so Mox just let you take the bed that had been his the night before. You watched him get into bed next to Eddie, the two of you making eye contact int he dimly lit room. "Are we going to be okay?"
"Everything's going to be fine eventually," you promised. William wouldn't be welcomed back into the BCC, but you'd take care of his boys the best that you could. In the beginning, William had cared for each of them, and you knew it, even if he had never admitted it out loud to anyone else.
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I'm cheating at the enemies to lovers prompts: i want mox bridging the gap between Eddie and Bryan (or Claudio) where both Eddie and Bryan are pissed but Moxy just wants his boys all together: of course you do
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this is the closest thing to a madmox break up i will ever write. feel like this is set up a bit to make eddie the bad guy but i wanna be clear that’s def not what im trying to imply. this would be after many conversations, & shit. like this is the result of eddie continuing to hurt mox by being a bitch about bryan & claudio even though he pretty much knows he’s doing it. but eddie’s insecure & needed it pointed out. this ones got a little lost in the sauce & im not happy with the ending. here ya go lmao. this leads to the bridge being built.
#. Of course you do. [Mox/Eddie, Mox/Bryan/Claudio]
warnings: angst, so much angst, kind of a breakup fic, cursing, two people struggling lol
"I gotta problem with them! You know that!" Eddie growled, loud and over infused with anger. As always with this fight.
"Of course you do!" Mox was ready to rip his hair out, his hand anxiously running through his hair. "Of fucking course you do!"
"You know damn well anyone else wouldn'--"
"Shut the fuck up, Eddie!" Mox snapped. Finally fucking snapped. "Of fucking course you gotta problem with Bryan. He's a dick. He judges people. So do fuckin' you. You're a huge asshole, you judge everyone you see. And what happened with you and Claudio is so fuckin' old I don't even know if I was an adult when y'all had your falling out! He's changed. He's grown the fuck up and he regrets leaving you like that, man, but he can't fucking do shit about it because you're a fucking asshole. Of course you have a problem. Of course you do. You're made of god damn problems, Eddie! I love you. I love you more than I love anything else, Eddie, I swear to god. I swear on my mother, Eddie. But this bullshit...I can't keep doing it."
Eddie watched Mox pop off. Normally he would interject, stop Mox when he called him a dick or something. But there was a look on Mox's face that said if Eddie interrupted then it could be a heavier straw than either thought. Instead Eddie watched Mox frantically get the words out, like he couldn't breathe with them still in his chest. Like this was a long time coming and Eddie should have known, should have seen that he was suffocating Mox.
"You said--" Mox threw his hands up. "You said, Eddie. You agreed to this. When we got back together you were cool with me dating other people, having more relationships. But the second I'm with someone you have a distaste for I'm left-- I'm left--" Mox shakes his head, trying to get himself on track. "I love Bryan, man. I love the way he wrestles, the way he cooks dinner like he's building a fucking bomb, the way he holds me from behind and sticks his head under my arm. He fucking figured out some soap that doesn't give me dry skin. He listens to me when I can't put things into words. Eddie, I love him like I love you and that's why you fucking hate him." Mox finally stopped moving and was looking at Eddie with hard eyes. It wasn't normal for them to call each other on the deep bullshit. They had their walls and guards up for reasons. Mox understood that but he couldn't keep it up anymore. His walls came down and he had to break some of Eddie's too. "And you know how easy it is to fall for Claudio, huh? Don’t ya? So you're mad that I'm gonna love him too."
"Mox, look, I'm sorry I--" Eddie started to step forward but Mox stepped back quicker.
"Nah, man. You're scared, and you're being a bitch about it. You could just tell me, talk to me! You're insecure and you think I'm gonna leave you because Bryan and Claudio are something you're not." Mox growled. "I can't do it. If you don't want me dating them then we have to have to a serious fucking conversation about our boundaries, and I fucking hate you for making me have to talk like some fucking asshole. Boundaries." Mox scoffed at himself. "We've always been straight up with each other, man. That's what I expect from you. You just hide behind your fucking quips, and make snide remarks about a dude I love. That ain't fair to me, Eddie. You lied when you told me you were cool with this."
"...You're right." Eddie nodded, his eyes on his boots as he stood with the weight of it on his shoulders. He fucked up. "You're fuckin' right."
"Hey." Mox was suddenly very close, his hand on Eddie's shoulder then sliding to rest on the back of Eddie's neck. "Need you to look at me, Bear." Mox whispered, his private nickname for Eddie never sounded so sad.
"Don't call me that right now, Moxie." Eddie looked up, meeting eyes with his partner to the harsh reality he knew was coming his way. "Not right now. Fuck."
"You know I love you right, Bear? I need to know that you know." Mox had water obscuring his blue eyes, threatening to become tears. "I love you."
"You love me, Jon. Of course you do." Eddie nodded. Their foreheads met and Eddie just knew the next words out of Mox's mouth would destroy his entire world and he would just have to accept it.
"I need a break from this, Bear." Mox finally said it and Eddie felt like he'd shatter. No one had that power over him but Mox. "I need a break from you."
"Of course you do..." Eddie nodded, and slowly started to untangle himself from Mox.
Mox tried to hold on but Eddie pushed until they parted. It stung more knowing Mox didn't want to let go. They both learned a long time ago about take care of themselves first, setting boundaries and walking away from the people that fucked them up the most. Eddie could still remember watching Mox chase after Rollins, the unhealthy obsession that Mox couldn't stop. Rollins was when Mox learned to step away, to pull himself back and make himself off limits to another person. Eddie had learned the same lesson from Claudio, but under different circumstances.
It all hit home when Mox's phone went off and Eddie could see the text from Bryan asking if Mox was okay. Why did Eddie hate Bryan so much? Why did he still hate Claudio? That was something he had to figure out because Mox couldn't take being the center of a war that wasn't even about him. Eddie couldn't be an island anymore. It wasn't fair to Mox, and slowly as he gathered his bags he realized it wasn't fair to himself either. This had him twisted up, torturing himself like this wasn't it.
"We ain't breaking up." Mox's voice didn't sound as steady as he wanted it to sound. "I'd sooner lose everything else then lose you again, Bear."
"I know, sweetheart. We ain't breaking up." Eddie wanted to reassure Mox. "I'm not that easy to get rid of." Eddie winked and pretended he didn't feel a tear slip out.
"Of course you're not." Mox laughed harshly, shaking his head a little as Eddie was heading towards the door. There was something on Mox’s face, a fleeting look on his face that made Eddie smile a little.
“What?” Eddie stopped to watch Mox come a little closer.
“Want a kiss before you go, Bear.” Mox admitted as they stepped a little closer to each other.
“Of course you do.” Eddie laughed a little as they got close enough.
They shared a soft kiss before Eddie had to peel himself away again. This time he got himself out before he could look at Mox again. It wasn’t their end, it couldn’t be, but Eddie was sore. He was hurt for the first time in a way that didn’t let him scorch the earth, even if it was his fault or not. Not only was this his own making but he had every tool to fix it. No drinking it away, no sleeping with whoever to get over Mox, no bullshit. Eddie had to figure his own shit out.
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fuck it, have the rest of bookshop au chappy 4. i had feelings and the rest just kinda spilled out
a song that will dig into my bones
words: 1.8k
everybody shares a meal, and mox and bryan have a conversation
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Bryan startled him out of his work, a hand heavy on his shoulder. "Hey, c'mon, come see some sunlight," he murmured, giving Jon a small smile. "I got lunch."
His eyes were—nice. Pretty blue, little slivers of gold. Still unnerving as all shit, but pretty. "Uh. I'm kinda busy."
"Uh huh, and it's 3 in the afternoon," Bryan said, dryly. "You haven't moved in at least four hours."
"So I haven't burned any calories," Jon argued, forcing himself to look away before he got distracted. It was always overwhelming, meeting Bryan's gaze. "Gimme twenty minutes."
"Nah, I will get a spray bottle, Mox, I swear to god," Eddie grumbled, and shoved Bryan out of the way. He gripped the back of Jon's chair and rolled him backwards out of the room. "It'll keep for twenty minutes."
"You don't know that."
"Nah, but I know you, and you wouldn't be letting me do this if it wasn't true." He paused long enough to smack Jon across the back of the head, then continued his trek. "So thought tits. It's time for lunch."
"You know, most people respond better to classical conditioning," Bryan mused, following along behind them. He had some of those stupid, infuriating look on his face. All kinda smug, full of silent laughter.
"You met this guy?" Eddie scoffed, "He ain't most people."
Bryan's expression widened into a smile, "Yeah, I know."
Jon was kinda getting used to that smile.
Eddie grumbled something under his breath and shoved Jon and his rolly chair into the space behind the counter. There was a whole break room and office in the building, but they never really used either of those for anything but storage. They all pieced together a much nicer space to sit and eat together.
There was a ratty, roadkill armchair Wheeler had dragged one morning, way back when he'd still been just a part-timer, coming in between training and school. He found it on the way over, one of the many treasures left out of the sidewalk as students moved out at the start of summer. A week later, Eddie had added a small end table.
It kept on after that. There were easy chairs in the kids' section he'd set up, a few roadkill couches hidden in quiet corners, stools and desks hidden throughout the place. There was a stolen park bench Wheeler refused to give the story on, tucked away by the comics. Jon got the feeling it might've been mostly Chuck and Jim's fault, but Wheeler wasn't giving up anything. But there were a few stolen barstools, too, that Eddie refused to own up to.
And each one of them had been refinished and reupholstered by Jon himself. Because he'd learn any fucking new skill to avoid being the one who had to make smalltalk with customers.
It made the place cozy. Lived in.
Eddie lounged in his new favorite spot, the cushy wingback Wheeler had brought in just a couple months before. Bryan chose the armchair to Jon's right. It wasn't a real comfy thing, but the seat was wide enough for Bryan to tuck his feet up under himself like he felt at home.
"You could've bought your own lunch," Bryan said, reasonably. Jon may have struggled to read people at the best of times, but he'd learn how to recognize Bryan's own brand of glee. Lips turned up to one said, eyes crinkling at the corners, gaze intent as he watched for the pay off of whatever he was trying to pull. "I asked if you had a preference."
"I can't believe you're makin' me eat your fuckin' vegan shit," Eddie groused, glowering at the wrapped bundle Bryan tossed to him. "I get enough a'that shit from Ethan, man."
Eddie just gave him a dry look. "Don't do that. Don't look at me like that."
"Like what?"
"Like you hid a fuckin' dog biscuit in here or some shit." He poked at the package, like he thought it might attack, but hunger won out.
Jon's own sandwich was close enough to fried chicken that it didn't bother him too much. Texture wasn't quite right, and it didn't really taste like chicken, but—it was fine. Eddie kept watching him, between trading barbs with Bryan, like he thought Jon might have a real problem with it. Admittedly, he wasn't adventurous when it came to food, but—it could've been worse. At least there was nothing on it that he didn't know the name of.
If Bryan caught anything, he didn't say. Had it been the other way around, Eddie with his weird food hangups, he'd have needled just a little. Just because it was Eddie.
Jon relaxed and let their heated bickering wash over him. Mused on what he could do, in-between projects. There was an estate sale, out about halfway to Pittsburgh. The auctioneer called Jon up any time he had a seller with a lot of books. He had some special orders he should get to finding, rare books that didn’t usually wander into his hands without a lot of effort on his part. He needed to restock his supplies, too, before he ran out. Maybe, finally, think about writing up a new ad and getting someone hired. It’d make Wheeler relax, at least.
He tuned back in at a lull in their sparring match. Bryan was studying Jon, expectantly. Like he'd said something that hadn't been heard. Eddie was frowning, brow pulled low, eyes flicking between the two of them.
"Uh, yeah?"
Bryan's lip twitched, "I asked if you'd be working late tonight."
"Oh, ah. No." He willed down the heat in his cheeks, as much as he could. "Not, too late."
"So I should drag you out before midnight," Bryan joked.
He didn't know what Eddie was seeing, as he looked between them, but he seemed more grossed out than genuinely angry. He was territorial at the best of times, but this was different. Felt different, even to Jon.
Eddie seemed to find whatever he was looking for, and rolled his eyes. "Alright, I know when m'the third wheel," he grumbled, and threw his balled up trash at Bryan's face as he stood. He hooked a hand around the back of Jon's neck and smacked a kiss to his forehead, just like he always did. "M'gonna go bother Yoots, I'll see you tomorrow, Moxie. Danielson, see you fuckin' never."
"What, I don't get a goodbye kiss?"
"Not until they make a vaccine for whatever flavor of jackass you got. I ain't lookin' to catch anything from you." He gave Jon another of those raised-eyebrows-pursed-lips looks, before he turned and made his way out of the shop.
"One day I'll be friends with him," Bryan murmured, thoughtfully, as he watched over the counter as Eddie ambled off down the sidewalk.
Jon snorted before he could stop himself. "No, you won't."
"No, I won't, but it'll be funny to annoy him with attempted friendship." Shit-stirring pick. Jon was starting to enjoy having Bryan around so often. He glanced back at Jon, his gaze still so intent. Like being under a microscope.
He looked away, trying to ease that little itch of discomfort. If he could figure out where he took his glasses off, he'd have something to hide behind.
"You don't actually like eye contact, do you?"
Jon shook his head, "I hate it. I get the point of it, but it's—it's a lotta things."
He watched Bryan tilted his head a little, like one of those confused dogs. Trying to parse Jon's words. "There are a lot of reasons, you mean?"
"No, I mean—it's a lot. Eye contact. It's overwhelming, I guess."
Bryan hummed a little. "How so?"
"You know when you've got an itchy tag on your shirt?" he asked, thinking back on how he'd explained it to Eddie once, years before. "And it's just kinda overwhelming? Like it's the only thing you can feel. Like you can hear it, it's so itchy. Takes up all the room you got in your head, all your senses kinda dampened."
Bryan hummed again. He nodded at Jon, one of those encouraging kinda ones that Wheeler sometimes used on him. "And eye contact is like that? Loud and itchy?"
"Yeah. It's fine, sometimes. Doesn't itch as much if m'angry. Guess the angers a little distracting, or something." He huffed out some kind of chuckle, "That's probably not normal."
"There's other words for it, but—it's not not normal."
He felt himself make a face and gave Bryan a bland look. "You know, talkin' in riddles is even less helpful than you think it is."
"I'm not trying to be helpful," Bryan snipped back, swatting at Jon's shoulder as he stood and stretched. "I'm just trying to get to know you again."
And that was—something, wasn't it? They hadn't exactly been close, back in the day. They could work together just fine, they could hold a conversation, could stand to travel together if they got stuck riding somewhere together. But Jon didn't always offer a whole lot of himself up, and he didn't remember Bryan ever pushing. He could weasel out all kinds of information and secrets without his target realizing, he was a fucking tactician in and out of the ring. But he'd never tried that shit on Jon.
Must've been something to that. Must've been a reason. Maybe he just hadn't been interesting enough to hold Bryan's attention. At least, not until he'd disappeared. Then he'd been a mystery, a puzzle to pick apart and solve.
And maybe he wasn't giving Bryan enough credit; he hadn't, exactly, gone out of his way to get to know the man either. He could theorize about Bryan's motivations all day long, but that's all they'd be: theories.
"So," he began, pulling Jon out of his thoughts. "I've just been making you extremely uncomfortable every single time I try and talk to you, huh?"
He shrugged, "It's my hangup. Not like you knew."
"But I should've noticed sooner. And, Jon, physical discomfort isn't just a hangup. A hangup is—no, whatever, that doesn't matter. I'm not lecturing you." Bryan sighed, and gently kicked his foot against Jon's. "Next time something… itches like that, tell me."
"S'fine. It isn't like it's life-threatening, or anything like that." He shrugged again, struggling to sort through the words in his head. "It's—the feeling is bad, sure, but the situation isn't always. Getting itchy doesn't mean the conversation we're having is."
"But you're still itchy," Bryan countered, leaning against the counter. "You know you're allowed to feel comfortable, right?"
He frowned. "I am comfortable."
"Are you?" He didn't sound judgmental, but Jon had never been good at reading tone. "Are you comfortable? Or are you just so used to the discomfort that you've forgotten what it actually feels like?"
Which—well.
"Maybe it's not my place to say anything, but you don't have to suffer," Bryan said, his voice low and gentle and warm. He didn't push any further, though. Just gently touched Jon's shoulder and wandered off to keep shelving.
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Aftermath
After the Anarchy match, Jon and Bryan work out some differences.
Pairing: Jon Moxley/Bryan Danielson
Genre: slightly angsty smut
Warnings: mentions of blood, rough sex, shower sex, mild angst
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He hissed, his hand gently rubbing the front of his throat. He was beating himself up over the match tonight, knowing damn well that him blacking out momentarily cost them the match. He thought he could still feel the pressure of the rope on his neck as he was pinned and choked.
"Earth to Bry."
That drawl pulled him from his cloud of self doubt, and he turned slightly to see Jon hobble up beside him. Jon's face and hair were a splotchy mass of dried crimson, and he clutched at his back where the barbed wire had dug in. "How you feeling?"
Bryan shook his head, his own hair matted with dried blood falling into his eyes. "Pissed," he said, his voice more of a growl than he intended it to be. "Can't believe I let those assholes get us."
"You literally went out, Bry," Jon said, pushing open their locker room door. Bryan proceeded, collapsing onto the couch as Jon followed behind. "Nothing you could do." He winced as he pulled one of the steel chairs over, spinning it around so he could sit without pressure on his clearly aching back.
Bryan sighed, leaning back slightly into the couch. "Maybe if I hadn't been so distracted." The statement came out as more of an accusation, and Jon cocked an eyebrow in return. "Maybe if Eddie knew who the fuck he was fighting-"
"Eddie's on our side in this," Mox said, his arms crossed against the top of the chair frame. "C'mon, you know that."
"Did you see what he did, Mox?" Bryan knew he was nearly yelling, but he didn't care. He needed Jon to know. "He was ready to burn me with Jericho! Eddie doesn't care about anyone but himself, as long as he gets what he's after!"
"Jesus, Bry," Jon huffed, standing to meet Bryan, who hadn't even noticed he'd gotten to his feet. "Look, Eddie's emotional. Always has been. And I know you two don't get along. But he wouldn't hurt you." Jon stepped closer, closing the distance between them. "I'd make sure of it."
Bryan bristled, wanting to shout at Jon, to tell him just how little he thought of that psychopath Kingston, but the words died in his throat as he looked into Jon's eyes. It was that same look he had earlier in the ring, when each had one of the opposition in a pin. He remembered looking to Jon, whose eyes were already on him, and he could feel the emotion behind that glance as he nodded. He burned with that emotion, using it to fuel the elbow strikes he laid into Jericho's face.
Bryan shook his head, crossing his sore arms across his chest. "How can I be sure, Jon?" He was surprised at the softness of his own voice, and the lump that was forming in the back of his throat. "You and Eddie have so much history. He's your guy. You'll always go back to him. How-"
Bryan's questions were cut off by the unexpected force of Jon's lips on his. Bryan blinked in shock; sure, they had kissed plenty of times, but something about this was different. He felt Jon's hands come up and softly cradle the sides of his face, careful to avoid the bruising no doubt forming on his throat. The kiss started gently, Jon taking a few heartbeats before sliding his tongue past Bryan's lips, their beards creating a soft scratching. Bryan relaxed into the kiss, tasting Jon’s blood and sweat on his tongue, mingling with his own before Jon broke the kiss as softly as it had started.
“That answer your question?” Jon’s voice was soft against Bryan’s lips, his fingers tangling in his hair. “He’s my brother, but he’s not you.”
Bryan wasn’t quite sure what that meant, but he couldn’t bring himself to care as he pushed in for another kiss, deeper and hungrier. Though he wasn’t the jealous type, there was something about Jon that made Bryan crave him more than anyone before him. The fingers in Bryan’s hair tightened as the kiss deepened, bringing whimpers from Bryan’s throat that shot straight through Jon. Bryan’s hands went to Jon’s hips, the touch causing Jon to buck slightly, and Bryan could feel Jon’s hardness pressing against his own.
“Shower,” he breathed as Jon’s mouth drifted to his neck, his tongue tracing the drying crimson trails. “Now.” The command and surety in his own voice shocked him slightly, the same command and surety when he promised to kick Jericho’s head in.
Jon smirked and stepped away, pulling his vest off and tossing it on the couch. “You got it,” he chuckled, gripping his bloody shirt and pulling it over his head. Throwing the garment with his vest, he turned and walked towards the shower, allowing Bryan to fully see his back. Bryan took a soft breath in, his eyes sweeping over the dozens of small cuts in his flesh, caked in Jon’s own dried blood. Bryan found himself wanting to press his lips to each of those cuts, to let his tongue wander the landscape that was the flesh of Jon Moxley.
Stripping himself bare, he followed Jon into the shower, the water blissful on their sore muscles. Up close, Bryan was able to see the damage better, the mottled collection of bruises and scrapes coloring his flesh. Bryan ran his hands over the splashes of color, feeling Jon reflexively tense for only an instant before relaxing into him. Though Jon easily had height on Bryan, he allowed himself to succumb to him. “Is this okay?” Bryan’s voice was as soft as his touch as he gently pressed the other man towards the shower wall.
“Your lead tonight,” Jon answered, sighing as Bryan’s lips touched his spine. “You deserve it.” He rested his palms on the wall, easily allowing the water to wash over his aching back, his length hardening at the thought of what Bryan had in mind. Bryan’s touch was gentle, fingertips feather light as they ghosted around Jon’s hips, his mouth touching nearly every mark it found.
Bryan’s rigid cock brushed against Jon’s ass, causing him to buck backwards towards it greedily. “Patience,” Bryan purred, fingers of one hand slipping into Jon’s hole. “You took a hell of a beating tonight too.” Jon groaned as he was entered, the sound pure euphoria to Bryan as he added another finger, curling them up just enough for Jon to toss his head back.
Jon's hips pushed back on Bryan's hand, his breath a ragged moan as his hole was worked open. Bryan smirked, curling his fingers against the sensitive spot inside Jon, the other man crying out. That was enough of a signal for Bryan, and he replaced his fingers with one quick thrust.
"Jesus fuck, Bry," Jon panted as Bryan's hips set a blistering pace. "That's the shit."
Bryan growled in Jon's ear as he pushed him further against the wall. He twisted one of Jon's arms behind his back, pinning Jon further beneath him as his hips snapped against him. "Fuckin take it, Mox," he moaned through gritted teeth, putting every frustration from the match into each thrust.
"Give it to me," Jon begged, his length twitching in excitement at this side of Bryan. They were rough on each other, sure, but never had Bryan used him like this. "Fuck!"
"That's it," Bryan rumbled, his cock throbbing inside Jon's tight hole.
"Please," Jon groaned, bucking his hips back to meet Bryan's pace. Releasing Jon's arm, Bryan reached around and began stroking him furiously, a faint approval growled against Jon's neck. The quickness and pressure caused Jon to cry out, tightening around Bryan, and both came loudly, one shortly after another.
They finished showering in soft silence, each washing the other with gentle touches. “Feel better?” Jon asked, turning off the shower and wrapping a towel around his waist. “Get it all out?”
Bryan smirked, wrapping himself in another towel. “Winning still would’ve been better.” He sighed, pushing his hair back. “I guess Eddie helped a bit.” He looked up into Jon’s shit-eating grin and shook his head. “Don’t expect me to be all buddy buddy with him or anything.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
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Full Gear Predictions
BUY IN
Best Friends vs The Factory. How many times I gotta say I'm not rooting for that man QT. Besties for the win.
Eddie Kingston vs Jun Akiyama. I'm here for a damn good time ok. Either winner will please me
Ricky Starks vs Brian Cage. Ricky Starks next question.
MAIN SHOW
Chris Jericho vs Bryan Danielson vs Claudio Castagnoli vs Sammy Guevara. First off it's diabolical I keep having to see Bryan wrestle Jericho and Sammy on aew television. With that being said if Bryan loses another ppv match I'm going to move into a cave and never talk to anyone again.
Wardlow vs Samoa Joe vs Powerhouse Hobbs. Bitch big beefy men slapping meat that's what I want and that's what I will be seeing. Fuck the result, I'm here for the tiddies.
Jeff Jarrett and Jay Lethal vs Sting and Darby Allin. It's really nice of TK to give me a 20 minute intermission like I know I'm going to be an anxious mess waiting for the Elite or completely ruined from the Elite match so this is just so sweet of TK to give me an intermission!!!!
Jade Cargill vs Nyla Rose. I've predicted this to be one of my favorites. I want to see murder mommy Jade go absolutely feral, but I want Nyla to come out with the win. My original pick to dethrone Jade was Kris Stat, but as there has been no news on her recovery, I'll take Nyla for the win. Nyla and Stat can run it back at I don't know, Revolution this time for the TBS title.
Elite vs Death Triangle. Welcome home my loves!!! I want to see pure disastrous fashion, I want you to be loud, flashy, annoying and obnoxious upon your return. I hope you lose tho, love you ❤️❤️ !!!
Toni Storm vs Jamie Hayter. Jamie deserves this win and her first feud should be Britt to finally solidify herself against Britt and Rebel. If Toni retains its for the simple fact that they want to pick up with Toni vs Thunder once she returns, which is fine, but Jamie really does deserve this win.
Jungle Boy vs Luchasaurus. Here for the violence, here for all of the violence. I want to see them go at it, I want to feel like I'm watching jurassic park.
Britt Baker vs Saraya. I know Britt will take care of Saraya, which does calm my nerves a little, but I am wishing Saraya all the best vibes and luck during this match. I'm rooting for a good healthy safe match for both women!
The Acclaimed vs Swerve In Our Glory. Swerve goes feral and ends up costing Keith the match, which can hopefully give me the Swerve vs Keith feud I've been craving. Billy's hands magical heal so he can scissor his boys and the crowd can sing my favorite song.
Jon Moxley vs MJF. Max is winning and it is a well deserved win, I always pictured Max as champ after Hangman's reign. There was lots of obstacles to this, but Max will finally be champ and thats all that matters. Mox has been on another level this year and I'm giving him all his flowers, but as much as I love champ Mox he doesn't need this win. He also deserves a long vacation with his girls!
#if you haven't already noticed I'm doing great today#no really I'm stellar I'm totally not dying on the inside#I'm going to be so burnt out on sunday from all my feelings#soph are you okay?? no i'm clearly unwell the fuck#aew full gear#aew#aew lb#soph predicts
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My first thought in regard to every band that gets played on my radio station
ACDC: Every dad’s favourite band
Adams, Bryan: Every mom’s favourite singer until Michael Buble came along
Aerosmith: haha they thought Vince Neil was a lady
Alice Cooper: he’s a Game Of Thrones fanboy and I have proof
Alice In Chains: my sister doesn’t like them because she decided AC were Alice Cooper’s initials ONLY
Allman Brothers Band: good music for dropping acid to
Allman, Gregg: That’s too many Gs for one name
Animals: House Of The Rising Sun, or who even cares
Argent: Sometimes Hold Your Head Up is really catchy
Asia: Tuesdays
Autograph: one of the members went on to be a pharmacist
Bachman-Turner Overdrive: There are just so many pop culture jokes about Taking Care Of Business that whatever I say won’t be as funny
Bad Company: with their song; Bad Company, off their album; Bad Company
Benatar, Pat: Always getting her confused with Patti Smith
Black Crowes: I like them for Lickin, but it doesn’t seem to exist outside of one shoddy video on youtube and my old CD
Blackfoot: this band name feels kind of racy
Black Sabbath: Dio was not better or worse than Ozzy; just different
Blondie: I like Call Me, but Blondie confuses me stylistically
Blue Oyster Cult: MORE COWBELL
Bon Jovi: Hello, childhood trauma, I missed you
Boston: ONE GUY. ONE GUY DID IT ALL AND NO ONE KNOWS
Bowie, David: Don’t let your children watch The Man Who Fell To Earth, or David Bowie’s will end up being the third penis they see in life
Browne, Jackson: Another musician ruined by Supernatural
Buffalo Springfield: Jack Nicholson was at the riot they sing about
Burdon, Eric: no ideas, brain empty
Bush: ditto
Candlebox: ditto once more. Who are these people?
Cars: This band feels so gay and so straight at the same time, I can only assume they’re the poster children of bisexual panic
Cheap Trick: I played Dream Police on Guitar Hero so fucking much because it was the only song anyone who played with me could keep up with
Chicago: Chicago 30 exists, but they do not have 30 albums. Fucking riddle me that
Clapton, Eric: 6 discs in one Greatest Hits is too many. That’s called “re releasing your discography”
Cochrane, Tom: For some reason, everyone thinks Rascal Flats did it better
Cocker, Joe: Belushi did it right
Collective Soul: who?
Collins, Phil: If his biggest hits were done by MCR, they would be emo anthems, but because he’s 5′6″ and from the 80s, they’re not
Cream: *Vietnam flashbacks on the hippie side*
CCR: *Vietnam flashbacks on the war side*
CSNY: David Crosby; meh
Deep Purple: THEY’RE SO MUCH MORE THAN SMOKE ON THE WATER
Def Leppard: the only music for when you’re a heartbroken bitch but also a sexy one
Derek And The Dominos: Clapton and ‘Layla’ broke up
Derringer, Rick: Tom Petty if he was from the midwest
Dio: You thought it was an anime reference, but it was me, Dio
Dire Straits: You can tell how bigoted a radio station is based on how much of Money For Nothing they censor
Doobie Brothers: I have yet to smoke weed, but I listen to the Doobies, and I think that’s pretty close
Dylan, Bob: I take back everything I said about him in my youth
Eagles: Hotel California isn’t their best song, but the memes that come from it are second to none
Edgar Winter Group: @the--blackdahlia
Electric Light Orchestra: Actually an orchestra and sound a fuckton like George Harrison
ELO: I really hesitate to ask what happens with the 7 virgins and a mule
Essex, David: no prominent memories of him
Fabulous Thunderbirds: cannot spell
Faces: Who on earth thought that was a good album name?
Faith No More: I got nothing
Fixx: One Thing Leads To Another is a damn bop
Fleetwood Mac: I ain’t straight, but I’m simply not enough of a witch to enjoy them to full potential
Fogerty, John: He got sued cause he sounded like himself
Foghat: Slow Ride slowly becoming less coherent feels like a drug trip
Foo Fighters: He was just excited to buy a grill
Ford, Lita: deserved better
Foreigner: dramatically overplayed
Frampton, Peter: a masterful user of the talk box
Free: dramatically underplayed
Gabriel, Peter: leaving Genesis changed him a lot
Genesis: if someone likes Genesis, clarify the era, because yes, it does matter
Georgia Satellites: sing like you have a cactus in your ass
Golden Earring: Twilight Zone slaps, but it doesn’t slap as hard as this station thinks it does
Grand Funk Railroad: Funk
Grateful Dead: I like their aesthetic more than their music
Great White: there are so many fucking shark jokes
Greenbaum, Norman: makes me think of Subway for some reason
Green Day: the first of the emo revolution
Greg Kihn Band: RocKihnRoll is literally the most clever album name I’ve ever seen
Guns N Roses: They have more than three good songs, but radio stations never recognize that
Hagar, Sammy: I’m still trying to figure out where he lived to take 16 hours to get to LA driving 55 and how fucking fast was he driving beforehand?
Harrison, George: He went from religious to rock, and if he had continued rocking, he would have gotten too cool
Head East: I respect people who use breakfast foods as album names
Heart: Magic Man and Barracuda are played at least once every goddamn day. They’re not even the best songs!
Hendrix, Jimi: I have both a cousin and a sibling named after Hendrix references
Henley, Don: Dirty Laundry gives me too much inspiration
Hollies: Somehow sound like they’re both from the 60s and the 80s at the same time
Idol, Billy: he’s doing well for himself
INXS: Terminator vibes
Iris, Donnie: knockoff Roy Orbison
James Gang: too many funks
Jane’s Addiction: if TMNT had a grunge band representative
Jefferson Airplane: *assorted cheers*
Jefferson Starship: *assorted boos*
Jethro Tull: The only band to make you feel not cool enough to play the flute
Jett, Joan: icon
J. Geils Band: I requested them on the radio once and it got played
Joel, Billy: he really did just air everybody’s business like that
John Cafferty And The Beaver Brown Band: literally wtf is that name
John, Elton: yarn Elton sits in my basement, unstaring. Please someone take him from me
Joplin, Janis: Queen
Journey: Stop overplaying Don’t Stop Believing. It takes away from the rest of the repetoire
Judas Priest: literally started the gay leather aesthetic
Kansas: another fucking band Supernatural stole
Kenny Wayne Shepherd: the man confuses me to the point where he isn’t in the right place alphabetically
Kiss: Mick Mars and I will simply have to disagree on the subject
Kravitz, Lenny: runaway vibes
Led Zeppelin: Fucking fight me if you don’t think they’re the most talented band (maybe not the most talented individually, but collectively, no one comes close)
Lennon, John: My least favourite Beatle for reasons
Live: I got nothin
Living Colour: slap a decent amount
Loverboy: do you not get TURNT the fuck up to the big Loverboy hits? Who hurt you??
Lynyrd Skynyrd: Sweet Home Alabama is a Neil Young diss track
Marshall Tucker Band: no opinion
Manfred Mann’s Earth Band: VERY STRONG OPINIONS THAT THEY AREN’T GOOD
McCartney, Paul/Wings: Power couple
Meatloaf: I have nothing but respect for a man who willingly named himself Meatloaf
Mellencamp, John: voted cutest lesbian of 1987
Metallica: I liked their appearance on Jimmy Fallon
Midnight Oil: I get them confused for Talking Heads a lot
Modern English: who?
Molly Hatchet: Hollies vibes, but also Georgia Satellites vibes
Money, Eddie: DAN AVIDAN, IF YOU SEE THIS, COVER TAKE ME HOME TONIGHT
Motley Crue: Stan Mick Mars and John Corabi. They’re the only ones who deserve it
Mott The Hoople: no one loves them except for David Bowie
Mountain: props for naming an album ‘Climbing’
Nazareth: I want to make a John Mulaney joke here, but I can never come up with one
Nicks, Stevie: witch queen
Night Ranger: I get them confused with Urge Overkill
Nirvana: Kurt Cobain was the ally grunge needed
Nova, Aldo: he’s Canadian, at least
Nugent, Ted: *serves a ghost as jerky*
Offspring: nothing here
Osbourne, Ozzy: this bitch crazy
Outfield: Your Love is kind of a sketchy song, but it slaps hard
Palmer, Robert: low quality Eddie Money
Pearl Jam: *grunts in Eddie Vedder*
Petty, Tom: I have so many feelings about Tom Petty and they are all good
Pink Floyd: which one is Pink?
Plant, Robert: solo career is a crapshoot, but his voice is unparalleled
Poison: I want them to write a song called ‘Alice Cooper’
Pretenders: I want to say good things, but I have nothing to say
Queen: A doctor of astrophysics, a screaming girl, a disco queen and a diva walk into a bar. It’s Queen; they’re there to play a gig
Queensryche: neutral opinion
Quiet Riot: they got big because of a song they hated. I love that
Rafferty, Gerry: the second-sexiest sax opening in all of music
Rainbow: Ritchie Blackmore created something very magnificent
Ram Jam: one good song and they didn’t even write it
Ratt: I’m sure they have more than Round And Round, but I don’t know it
RHCP: funky, but if you have paid money to hear them, you’re going to The Bad Place (I don’t make the rules)
Red Rider: basically Golden Earring
Reed, Lou: Walk On The Wild Side would be such a cool song if it wasn’t so dull
REM: American Tragically Hip
REO Speedwagon: Props for having a dad joke as an album title
Rolling Stones: Never in my life could I imagine the drummer being named anything but Charlie
Rush: How to make being uncool the coolest fucking shit
Santana: The world needs more Santana
Scandal: There’s something really funny about The Warrior being my brother’s “song” with his girlfriend
Scorpions: Was Wind Of Change written by the CIA? Only the spotify podcast I got an ad for once could say
Seger, Bob: A different variety of Eric Clapton (frankly a better variety, but that’s just me)
Simple Minds: we ALL forgot about you
Skid Row: Sebastian Bach is prettier than all of us
Soundgarden: music that makes you feel like you dunked your head underwater
Springsteen, Bruce: my arch-nemesis. Maybe someday, he’ll find out about it
Squeeze: according to my friends, the stupidest band name ever, but they’re theatre kids, so you know
Squier, Billy: If he can make it through 1984 alive, you can make it through whatever bad day you’re having
Stealers Wheel: Yet another band who I always mistake for George Harrison
Steely Dan: my house’s nickname for the Robber in Settlers Of Catan
Steppenwolf: Either makes me think of Jay & Silent Bob, Jack Nicholson, or that time I had to cut 6lbs of onions
Steve Miller Band: when you’re in the right mood, they slap hard
Stewart, Rod: my soundtrack to summer 2015
Stills, Stephen: Love The One You’re With Is Catchy, but the lyrics are questionable
Stone Temple Pilots: the only band to write a song about goo you smear on yourself
Stray Cats: an obscene amount of merch is available for them
Styx: Supernatural would have ruined them for me too if I hadn’t been into them previously.
Supertramp: I hunted for Breakfast In America for two years and it was worth every hunt
Sweet: I will never understand my two-month obsession with Ballroom Blitz when I was 15, but it was legit all I listened to
Talking Heads: you may find yourself in a pizza hut. And you may find yourself in a taco bell. And you may find yourself at the combination pizza hut and taco bell. And you may ask yourself; ‘how did I get here?’
Temple Of The Dog: I keep confusing them for Nazareth
Ten Years After: somehow still relevant
Tesla: not the car or the dude
The Beatles: Evokes a lot of opinions from people. Mine is that I love them
The Clash: I showed my sister the ‘Lock The Taskbar’ vine ONCE and it still kills her
The Doors: evokes teenage terror from deep within my soul
The Guess Who: Canada’s answer to confusing question-themed band names
The Kinks: kinky
The Police: wrote the theme of 2020 and everyone somehow forgot it was about a teacher resisting becoming a pedophile
The Ramones: playing all of their songs in a row wouldn’t take more than 2 hours
The Romantics: you don’t think you know them, but if you’ve seen Shrek 2, you have
The Who: If someone can explain Tommy to me, I’d be glad to hear it
The Zombies: I think they happened because of the 60s
Thin Lizzy: Could the boys maybe leave town?
Thorogood, George: blues, but make it modern
Toto: the most memed song behind All Star
Townshend, Pete: just makes me think of the end of Mr. Deeds
T-Rex: Mark Bolan is an icon
Triumph: The no-name brand of Rush
Tubes: like the yogurt
Twisted Sister: they did a christmas album and my mom does NOT hate it
U2: U2 Movers; we move in mysterious ways
Van Halen: RIP Eddie
Van Morrison: honestly, who’s named Van?
Vaughn, Stevie Ray: Steamy Ray Vaughn
Walsh, Joe: The Smoker You Drink The Player You Get
War: Foghat, but even groovier
Whitesnake: the most successful band to be named after a penis
Wright, Gary: the 90s thanks him for writing the song every movie used for the “guy sees cute girl and it’s love at first sight” scene
Yes: To Be Continued
Young, Neil: The best part of CSNY
Zevon, Warren: the album cover of Excitable Boy makes me deeply uncomfortable for reasons I don’t understand
ZZ Top: has been the same three guys since 1969. Lineup unchanged.
3 Doors Down: They feel a little modern to be on a classic rock station, but whatever
38 Special: Why 38?
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Jeff Hardy, Christian, Raven, Al Snow x Fem Reader- "Real Hardcore Shit"
Yeah, the title is supposed to be a pun of "hot girl shit".
I would like to apologize why I didn't post on Thursday.
I was typing this fanfic on Thursday and gonna post it on that day, but I didn't finish it as well as didn't finish it on Friday and Saturday.
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There's many different types of professional wrestling, as well as many different types of wrestlers.
There's technical wrestling done by the likes of Bret and Owen Hart, Chris Benoit, Kurt Angle, Eddie Guerrero, Dean Malenko, Daniel Bryan, AJ Styles and more, luchador wrestling done by the likes of Rey Mysterio and Sin Cara, and high flyer wrestlers like Jeff Hardy that jump off of the top of the ropes or on top of ladders.
There's also the hardcore, death match wrestlers like Mick Foley and Terry Funk; these are wrestlers really willing to sacrifice and hurt their bodies by being beaten by anything from chairs to baseball bats (sometimes even wrapped in barb wire) or fall through tables set on fire.
There's different types of wrestling matches as well as different kinds of wrestling companies, from luchador wrestling companies to companies that feature all female wrestlers.
The World Wrestling Federation, which today is known as the WWE, features many different kinds of wrestlers and wrestling styles and matches, and during the late 90's, the WWF became much more violent and edgier than before.
One of the things they added during the late 90's and early 2000's were hardcore matches and championship belts, and these hardcore matches would have wrestlers brawling each other not just in the ring, but outside of the ring as well.
Throwing each other into walls or doors, getting beaten with steel chairs or trash cans, getting their faces rubbed in cakes or having their heads dunked in a toilet bowl or dirty water.
Most hardcore wrestlers aren't exactly Shawn Michaels/Jeff Hardy/Tyler Breeze-esque pretty boys that will have women swooning, but some hardcore wrestlers are pretty hot, and there have been some hot men who have done hardcore wrestling.
Al Snow was in a few of these matches during the late 90's and early 2000's, and at the end of the year 2000, he shaved that handlebar moustache he had at the height of his popularity.
Despite not looking much like a lunatic anymore, he was so cute and looked so good without that tacky moustache.
Raven, a former alumni of ECW, a wrestling company that will mostly always be remembered for being a violent, hardcore wrestling company despite featuring other types of wrestling, has joined the World Wrestling Federation at the end of the year 2000.
He did some hardcore wrestling matches during his time in ECW as well as the WWF, including some of those matches involving him getting his head dunked in a toilet bowl.
Around Thanksgiving 2000, Raven shaved off the tacky handlebar moustache he adorned when he joined the WWF.
Again, while Raven might play a disheveled grunge rocker, he has such a handsome face, just look at him in ECW and WCW, and he looked horrible with that handlebar moustache he had.
Thank God it was shaved off.
Jeff Hardy and his brother really blew up in popularity in the year 2000 and Jeff was the hot one in the Hardy Boyz duo.
Plus, Jeff did a few hardcore matches, not the kind involving him getting slammed and thrown into a wall or getting thrown in garbage cans, but he did do one.
Hardcore wrestling does involve wrestlers getting hit with chairs and crashing and breaking tables in half.
Jeff Hardy became known for jumping off of the tops of ladders in the year 2000, sometimes he'd jump off of the tops of ladders and break a table in half.
Does that count as hardcore wrestling?
Edge and Christian are a wrestling duo that have also blown up in popularity in the year 2000, and Christian is the hot one in the duo.
Plus, Edge and Christian became known for hitting people with chairs as well as doing a few wrestling matches with ladders, and again, hardcore wrestling involves hitting people with objects, usually violent ones, which includes chairs and ladders.
Would that count as hardcore wrestling?
There are also different kinds of pornography; softcore porn is porn that isn't so sexually explicit, whereas hardcore porn is pornography that's severely sexually explicit and graphic.
Keyword: hardcore.
No, hardcore porn doesn't involve people getting hit with chairs, but it's porn that's very sexually explicit and graphic.
You're so happy Raven is now a part of the WWF roster, and you've fucked Christian, Jeff Hardy and even Al Snow before (though you've fucked Raven before as well).
You know what hardcore porn is, you've even watched it a few times, and since some of these aforementioned wrestlers have done hardcore matches...
Near the end of the year 2000, before Raven started growing facial hair again and after Al Snow and Raven shaved their handlebar moustaches, you were sitting naked on all fours on top of the bench in your locker room, while Raven was pounding and penetrating his cock in your twat behind you.
Christian and Jeff were standing in front of you with their cocks pointing at your face, whereas Al Snow was standing in between them while his penis was inside your mouth.
Your fingers were wrapped around Christian and Jeff's shafts, pumping up and down their dicks, masturbating them.
Their cocks were rock hard under your fingers, their penises kept stretching and growing longer while you masturbated them.
Their dicks nearly were rising up taller more and more, but you were holding them down and pointing them at your face.
You can also feel how hard Al's cock is in your mouth, the tip of his penis may as well touch your uvula and be down your throat.
As you're sucking on Al's dick, your mouth is automatically going up his shaft while sucking it.
Al has one of his hands on top of your head, his fingers laced through your hair.
Raven's hard erection is stretching your pussy walls out, thrusting, pounding and shoving back and forth inside of you.
Raven's hands are also placed on your breasts, where he's gently squeezing and fondling them.
You can feel his fingers over your nipples, and you want to shout at him to tweak your nips, but you've got a dick in your mouth.
Blood has been filling your clitoris up as Raven pounds his cock in you.
Raven's thrusts have been rather rough and hard, he's basically shoving you into Al's crotch.
Even though Raven was hot at the end of the year 2000 after he shaved that handlebar moustache, you were imagining Raven during his time in ECW and WCW fucking you, that was when he was at his hottest and sexiest, by far.
Christian had his long blond hair hanging down, not tied back in a ponytail, because you love the way he looks with his long hair hanging down.
Al, Raven, and Jeff as well had their hair hanging down, because they all look so hot and cute with their hair hanging down, though Raven, Al and Jeff usually do let their hair hang down.
Raven's hair has been dry during this little gangbang, not wet and clinging onto his skin.
You couldn't decide who you wanted to fuck you, they're all so hot, Christian and Jeff are easily the hottest.
Though, there are some really hot men you want to suck their dicks as well as get their cum all over you, so you decided with Raven.
To be honest, Raven is probably the least attractive out of all of these men, which is why he's banging you from behind and not in the front.
Of course you had to give Al Snow a blowjob, he will always be remembered for his sexual innuendo catchphrase ("What does everybody want?" he'd ask, to which the audience would shout back "HEAD!").
Christian and Jeff wrapped their fingers around their shafts, not each other's shafts, mind you (like Jeff wrapping his fingers around Christian's dick), but on an empty space under your fingers before your hand slid down or up a spot.
They wanted to help cum on you too.
They tried to masturbate their cocks and aimed their penises at your face, pumping up and down their shafts under your fingers.
Al, meanwhile, was looking at you blowing him off, your lips perfectly wrapped around his cock, your mouth going up and down his shaft and erection.
He was grinning at you sucking onto him, and he has the cutest damn smile ever.
Christian and Jeff, too, were looking at you giving Al a blowjob, they were both smiling and even laughing a bit as well.
Your hands were cranking Christian and Jeff's cocks, sometimes your fingers rotated around their shafts while they went up and down their erections.
Precum started spilling out of their slits and down their shafts, some of their precum got on your face.
The tips of their penises were nudging and touching your face, that way you'll get precum on your face.
Their shafts became a lot more slippery thanks to precum trickling down them, easier for you to pump their erections.
Precum is also leaking out of Al's slit and seeping into your tongue, some of his precum is even running down your throat.
Your moans were muffled thanks to having Al's cock in your mouth, you're moaning not just because of Raven fucking you, but how good Al's cock tastes.
Al's biting his bottom lip while you suck his cock, Jeff's eyes are rolling to the top of his head in ecstasy.
While holding his cock in his hand, Christian directed his dick to your lips, where he pressed his penis head on your lips and slid it across your top lip, rubbing the tip of his penis like a lipstick.
Strange, but whatever.
Since Al has that iconic catchphrase, he may as well say it...
"What does everybody want?" he asked loudly.
"HEAD!" Christian and Jeff exclaimed, laughing after they said that.
Even Al couldn't keep a straight face asking that.
"What does everybody need?" Al asked.
"HEAD!" Christian and Jeff retorted.
It was always one of your goals in life to suck on Al Snow's cock while he shouted his catchphrase, and your dreams have come true.
You're swallowing any precum leaking out of Al's dick, sometimes your tongue is trying to roll and wrap around Al's shaft.
Your tongue is also trying to lick up his cock like it's a Popsicle, licking up his shaft vertically and licking up any salty precum that trickled down his dick.
Your hand directed Christian's penis to the middle of your face, and you wanted him to jack off on your face.
Al is tempted into crotch chopping a la D Generation X and shouting the catchphrase that goes along with it, but shouting "suck it!" and crotch chopping is sooooooooo 1999.
When your mouth and face elevated up to the tip of his cock, instead of going back down his shaft, your tongue vertically licked his slit from bottom to top.
Your tongue caressed around on his penis head despite that you're not holding his penis, your tongue roaming and zigzagging all over his penis head.
This took Al by surprise, his eyes growing wide in shock, but hey, he's still getting head.
Your tongue lolled out of your mouth and pressed onto Al's shaft, where it licked and caressed up his erection, licking up any precum trickling down it.
Your tongue swirled and twirled around his cock like it was someone swinging around a stripper pole, your tongue elevated up to the tip of his penis as it twirled around his shaft.
As you're getting plowed from behind, you're orgasmically moaning and breathing onto Al's penis, your warm breath staining onto his shaft.
When your tongue reached the top of Al's cock, your hand moved the tips of Christian and Jeff's penises to your mouth, where your tongue shifted over to Christian's penis.
Your tongue vertically licked up Christian's erection from his shaft to his penis head, licking up any precum.
Once your tongue reached the top of Christian's dick, your tongue horizontally slid across from Christian's head to across Al's penishead and Jeff's tip.
This took Christian, Al and Jeff by surprise over what a cock addicted slut you are, licking their penis heads across.
Your tongue slid down Jeff's shaft, only to slide and elevate back up his erection up to his penishead again.
You'd love it if you could fit 3 cocks into your mouth, maybe you even can.
Hardcore sex is sex that's very detailed and sexually explicit, much more sexually explicit than softcore porn, that's why you have all of these wrestlers who've done hardcore matches jizzing on your face and sucking their cocks.
Al is murmuring and thinking what a dirty, cock addicted slut you while he grins at you, and Christian and Jeff can hear what Al's saying, they both agree with him.
You want Christian and Jeff (and Al and even Raven's) precum as well as jizz in general all over your face, so while still grasping onto Christian and Jeff's cocks, you moved their penises to point at your forehead, your hands still cranked up and down their shafts.
Some of their precum was dripping onto your face and sliding down your cheeks, and that's what you want.
Al sees Christian and Jeff masturbating on your face as well as your hands pumping up and down their shafts, so Al wrapped his fingers around his shaft and pointed his dick at your face, where he jacked off on your face.
His penis head was nudging the middle of your face, making sure his precum spills out of his slit and on your face.
Some of his precum is landing on your face, where some of his other precum is spilling down his erection.
Your eyes have been closed luckily thanks to being in ecstasy and turned on over Raven fucking you with his hard, massive cock.
You haven't been faking your orgasm, Raven is making you feel like this.
You don't just want Al's cock, but Christian and Jeff's as well, they're way sexier men, so you pulled their cocks down to your mouth again and shifted your mouth over to Christian's cock, now paying attention to his dick this time.
Though, damn, you'd love to lick and suck on all of these cocks in front of you, maybe you will do that.
Your tongue licked Christian's cock at first, only to pull his dick into your mouth and suck on it.
You also unwrapped your fingers off of Christian's shaft and wrapped them around Al's dick this time, proceeding to try to masturbate him.
Christian saw you now sucking his penis, which made him unwrap his fingers off of his shaft, his fingers now sticky in precum.
You didn't just suck on Christian's cock, but also licked it as well, licking up any precum spilling down his shaft and swallowing his precum.
Your tongue is caressing Christian's cock like how it caresses any penis.
It's a little difficult for you suck on Christian's dick while masturbating Al's cock in front of your face, so you let go of Al's penis, which shocked him and made his eyes widen.
However, Al saw Christian and Jeff jerking themselves off on your face, so he aimed and pointed his cock at your face this time, he continued to masturbate his dick.
His precum was landing on your face, thank God your eyes were closed.
Since you have 2 wrestlers on the same side of your face, Al walked around Christian and stopped walking until Christian was in the middle instead of Al.
Al pointed his penis at your face, still jerking his cock off.
Your nipples were in between Raven's fingers, meanwhile, whilst he squeezed and pressed them.
Your pussy has been getting even more moist than before from having so much sexual arousal.
Christian is tempted into crotch chopping and shouting "suck it!" a la D Generation X, but again, that's becoming outdated.
Though, it would make this gangbang sexier.
D Generation X had already broken up by the end of the year 2000.
As you suck on Christian's dick, you're moaning and mumbling "mmmmmmmm" over and over quite a bit with his cock in between your mouth and lips.
Raven's fingers have bunched up until your nipples are under his fingers, where he tweaked and turned your nipples.
You've been sucking on Christian's cock for quite a bit, and you want them to not just cum on your face (and in your mouth), but your breasts as well.
When you reached the top of Christian's penis, you slid your face over to Jeff's cock, letting his penis inside your mouth.
Saving the best for last.
Jeff lit up deep down inside when it was his turn now, he smiled from ear to ear.
Jeff unwrapped his fingers off of his shaft when it was his turn to get blown, letting your mouth engulf his cock.
Your lips and head bobbed up and down his shaft, swallowing his precum leaking out of his slit.
Your tongue and mouth could taste his salty precum on his erection, your mouth was sucking the precum off of his dick.
Christian, meanwhile, has wrapped his fingers around his shaft again, and since he's a bit far away from you this time, he walked around Al and Jeff until Jeff was now standing in the middle, where once he was standing next to Jeff, he proceeded to wrap his fingers around his shaft and start pumping his cock again, masturbating and jerking off on your face until some precum is leaking out of his dick and on your face.
Now, again, Christian isn't jacking off Jeff or Al, he's masturbating himself.
You're moaning while sucking on Jeff's cock, moaning "mmmmmmmmmm" sometimes while sucking it.
You don't just wanna get precum on your face, but your breasts as well, so when you reached the top of Jeff's cock, you turned your head and told Raven to sit down and you'll ride his lap.
Raven listened to you, where he removed his hands off of your breasts and wrapped his arms around your waist, his fingers grabbing onto one of his arms, where he sat down on the bench and pulled you onto his lap, where now you were sitting up straight in front of him, riding and bouncing up and down his cock.
Al and Christian (and Jeff, too) remembered how you wanted them to jack off and jizz on your breasts as well, so they directed their penises to your tits, the tips of their cocks now pointing and nudging at your breasts.
They still continued jacking and jerking off on your breasts, precum spilling out of their slits and sometimes on your breasts.
They didn't just do that, but held the tips of their penises to your areolas, pressing them there, where they made their penises run circles on your areolas while still jerking off.
Sometimes, they stopped doing that, just holding and pressing the tips of their cocks on your areolas so they can jizz on them.
Some of their precum is dripping down your tits, which is what you want, but you don't just want their precum on your breasts.
You've sucked on Jeff's cock for long enough, so when you reached the tip of his penis, you took it out of your mouth, where you directed his cock to your chest this time.
He saw Al and Christian jerking off on your breasts, so Jeff started to masturbate his cock over one of your breasts, aiming the tip of his penis to your tit.
Precum did fall out of his slit and onto your breast, some of his precum spilling down his shaft.
Raven, meanwhile, while you're riding him, his face is buried in the back of your neck, where he's biting a small part of your neck and sucking it.
You wailed and whimpered while he sunk his teeth into your neck, though he isn't biting you too hard.
One of his hands has moved to your clitoris, where his fingers are vertically furiously rubbing up and down your clit, trying to make you cum.
Though, men cum before women do.
Your high pitched moans have been filling up the locker room, thank God the door is closed and no one's in this locker room besides 4 other wrestlers.
However, you wouldn't mind if people saw this moment.
You're moaning Raven's name whilst you ride him and he's fucking you.
Speaking of cum, since they've been having their dicks pleasured for a long time, Al Snow was the first one to cum, groaning and moaning while he jizzed.
His cum gushed and spurted out of his slit, trickling down his shaft and dripping onto your tit.
Your eyes opened and quickly looked at Al's crotch, only to find his cock leaking his cum.
Your eyes quickly darted to your breast that Al had jizzed on, you saw his white, milk-like cum drenching your tit, and you don't just mean clear precum.
Your hand grabbed onto Al's penis and directed it to your other breast while his dick was still leaking his jizz out.
You wanted his cum all over you.
While you held his penis above your other breast, his semen kept dripping onto your breast, his jizz trickling down your tit.
You directed his penis to your face, where you leaned your head back and let his cum drip on your face.
Your hand motioned his cock around your face, getting his jizz all over your face, your eyes luckily were closed.
Your mouth was also agape and wide open, wanting his cum in your mouth, and some of his hot milky cum was getting inside your mouth.
Speaking of jizz, Raven was the next one to cum (that rhymed), where he throatily groaned while he ejaculated into your twat.
His teeth bit down hard into your flesh while he came, and hearing him make that groan meant one thing.
You lifted and pulled yourself off of his lap, where his penis exited your pussy, and he knew the drill now that he's came.
He lifted one of his legs over the bench and lifted himself off of the bench, where he held his penis to one of your breasts, his slit still leaking his jizz out of his cock.
His cum was dripping onto your breast, and when his sperm landed on your tit, it ran down it like a raindrop on a window.
He could see Al Snow's jizz on your other breast, so with his fingers still wrapped around his cock, he directed his penis to your other breast, sometimes even cranking his fingers up and down his shaft to cum even more.
His jizz is still leaking out of his slit and dropping onto your breast, his cum mixing with other men's precum.
Your fingers grasped onto Raven's cock and shoved it to your face, letting his jizz drench and drip all over your face.
His seed was dripping out of his slit like water dripping out of a faucet.
With your mouth still open, you moved Raven's dick to your mouth and let his cum drip into your mouth.
His cum landed behind your bottom row of teeth as well as onto your tongue.
Since you want Christian and Jeff to cum on you as well, you told them you want them to move their dicks to your face, maybe they'll cum on your face.
They obeyed you, directing their penises to your face this time, still jacking off on your face.
Eventually, Christian had jizzed, exclaiming he's gonna cum before he did it, his eyes rolling to the top of his head and his mouth agape whilst he ejaculated.
His slit released his seed out, his cum dripping down his shaft, some of his cum also landing on your face.
He held his cock over your face, making sure his jizz gets on your face, and it did, his white cum leaking down your face.
Your mouth was still open and you stuck your tongue out, hoping to catch his jizz on your tongue like it's a snowflake.
His cum did land on your tongue, his cum salty and seeping into your tongue, where you rolled your tongue back in your mouth.
You ordered him to move his penis to your chest quickly while his slit is still gushing, and he directed and moved his cock to one of your breasts, pushing his fingers up his shaft until his jizz is landing on your breast.
Some of his cum did land on your breast and is dripping down it, your eyes have been looking at his dick drip his semen.
When you felt like you had enough of his cum on one of your breasts, you moved his cock to the other breast and let his dick drip his seed onto your tit.
Jeff was the last one to cum, where he jizzed on your face, shutting his eyes while he came, some of his cum getting on your face and dripping on your breast and thigh.
You wrapped your fingers around his shaft and pulled his dick to the middle of your face, letting his cum drip onto your face.
Your eyes were closed, hoping that you don't get his jizz in your eyes since that hurts so much, and your mouth was open hoping you get his cum into your mouth.
His cum did get inside of your mouth, hopefully you won't choke on it.
You moved his cock still dripping his cum to one of your breasts, letting his jizz drip on one of your breasts, then moved it to the other breast and getting your tit soaked in his cum.
You've got cum and precum dripping down your face and your breasts, your face and tits look like they have candlewax and lotion dripping down your skin.
Now that you're all drenched in cum, it's time to clean up, but not yourself.
You want to be drenched in so many wrestlers cum and you have, but that cum eventually washes off...
You ordered for these wrestlers to insert the tips of their cocks halfway into your mouth, so their seed could drip in your mouth.
They listened to you, wrapping their fingers around their shafts and holding their penises to your mouth, their penis heads half way into your mouth.
The sides of your mouth stretched out so their cocks will get into your mouth.
Cum was still dripping out of their slits, and your mouth was holding and gathering their jizz.
Some of their cum did seep into your tongue, where you were also there to swallow their semen, other times their cum landed behind your bottom teeth, where the tip of your tongue licked across only to swallow it.
You want cum to drip out of these men's dicks for a long time, and you want their seeds to drench your face and tits in jizz some more.
"Can you guys jack off some more on my face?" you asked. "I want more cum on my face and my tits!"
Al's eyes grew wide hearing that, so did Jeff and Christian's, but they can give it a go.
While these 4 wrestlers stood in front of you circling around you, they started jacking their cocks off and pointing the tips of their penises at your face, their slits still leaking their jizz onto your face.
Their cum did spill onto your face like honey slowly dripping.
They then moved their penises to your breasts, letting their seed drip onto your tits and watching their cum drip down your breasts.
You wish these men could cum and burst like a fire hydrant, that way their cum would get all over your face and breasts.
Now that you're all drenched in cum, it's time to clean up, but not yourself.
You'd love to suck on all of their penises at the same time, even if it's difficult.
Your fingers wrapped around Christian and Jeff's penises and held them close to your face, while you leaned into Al's crotch and let his penis into your mouth one last time.
Your mouth sucked on Al's cock, your mouth going up Al's cock while you sucked it.
Your mouth swallowed both his cum and his precum, while your tongue licked vertically up his shaft.
Even though you love sucking on one cock, you wouldn't mind sucking other cocks as well in your mouth...
The sides of your mouth stretched out, as well as your mouth in general widened.
"Raven!" you said. "Could you try to put your cock in my mouth?"
Is she gonna try to put my dick in her mouth? he thought, looking puzzled. While having other cocks in her mouth?
He remembers what a dirty girl you were back in the day, and you still haven't changed.
He shrugged his shoulders, only to lift his penis and trying to insert it into your mouth, sliding his dick next to the side of your mouth.
It was a bit of a tight fit, but whatever.
Their penises are becoming more flaccid after jizzing.
Your hands pulled and tried to fit Christian and Jeff's dicks into your mouth as well, their eyes growing wide over you actually trying to do this, inserting their penises into an empty space in your mouth.
If it doesn't work out, you can always do something else.
Their penises were halfway in your mouth, though this is gonna be difficult trying to put so many cocks in your mouth as well as suck on them.
You tried sucking on all of these cocks in your mouth despite it being difficult, as well as tried to raise your tongue and lick up their shafts.
Did it work?
No, not really.
So, you pulled Christian's penis out of your mouth as well as Jeff's, since this wasn't working all too well.
Raven and Al saw you pulling Christian and Jeff's dicks out of your mouth, which surprised them, and even Jeff and Christian looked a bit puzzled.
It really didn't work out all too well putting 4 dicks in your mouth.
Nice idea, bad execution.
Besides, you want to swallow their cum as well as rub their jizz on your lips like it's lipstick.
Raven pulled his penis out of your mouth, with Al's cock in your mouth this time.
You pulled your head away from Al's penis, much to his dismay, which upset him at first, but you have some 'spainin' to do.
"Sorry Al" you confessed. "You'll have your turn soon"
While still holding onto Christian's penis, you moved the tip of his cock to your lips, where you slid his penis head across your upper lip like it's a lipstick, rubbing his jizz across your top lip.
Despite that his slit was barely leaking any cum, some of his cum was spreading across your top lip, and when his penis head reached the corner of your mouth, you made his penis rub across your top lip back and forth, horizontally, left and right across your top lip.
Christian as well as these other 3 wrestlers were viewing this, this was so unusual and strange, but Christian doesn't mind this.
In fact, he's grinning whilst you rub the tip of his penis across your top lip.
Though, you wish his slit could gush more cum out.
When you felt like you had enough of rubbing his dick back and forth across your top lip, you shifted his penis to your bottom lip, where you slid his penis head across your bottom lip, spreading his jizz across your lip.
You rubbed his penis head back and forth across your bottom lip like before, and after that was over, you pulled his penis into your open mouth and started sucking on his cock, your tongue licking up any semen that ran down his shaft.
Your tongue caressed vertically up his cock, licking up the jizz that had sunk into your tongue, your tongue reaching to the top of his penis.
Your mouth and throat muscles were swallowing his cum and precum while your tongue caressed up his seed.
He barely had any cum on his shaft since his dick was previously in your mouth while you tried putting other penises in your mouth.
Al, Jeff, Christian and even Raven are all tempted into shouting "suck it!" and crotch chopping their hands over their genitals, but...that's quite outdated.
When you were done sucking Christian's penis, you let go of his shaft and moved onto Al's penis next, where you rubbed his penis head back and forth across both of your lips and gave him a blowjob afterwards, swallowing his cum and licking his jizz off of his shaft.
After that, you rubbed Raven and Jeff's penis heads across your lips and gave them blowjobs, swallowing their cum and licking their shafts you saved Jeff for last because he's probably the hottest out of all of these men.
You wish Rob Van Dam could've been a part of this gangbang, he did a few hardcore matches over in ECW, though sadly, he was in ECW at the end of the year 2000.
When you had some time in ECW as well as the WWF, you were pictured naked wearing wrestling belts for the hardcore championship title across your "bathing suit areas", across your tits and vagina, wearing those belts like they're a tube top and miniskirt.
That picture was turned into a poster and T-shirt that read "I like it...hardcore".
You even pitched an idea to the WWF creative staff in December 2000, before Raven and Al Snow grew facial hair again, where, since they've done some hardcore matches (once to each other!) you try seducing them into doing it hardcore with them, hardcore as in sex.
Hardcore porn is very heavily sexually explicit porn, porn that's very graphic and NSFW, that's why you had the most sexually graphic gangbang with 2 wrestlers that have done hardcore matches as well as 2 pseudo-hardcore wrestlers.
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Raven (yes, the Raven I typed about in this fanfic, the same Raven from WCW and ECW and yes, the WWF/E, TNA and Ring of Honor who played Scotty Flamingo and Johnny Polo before becoming Raven) has a podcast, and in 2017, he discussed on his podcast with Billy Corgan (yes, from Smashing Pumpkins) about erotic wrestling fanfiction and what a massive treasure trove there is of it.
Just imagine if Raven discovered some of my erotic wrestling fanfics, especially some of the ones I've typed about him!
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And he said, I hope you know how to swim
A/N: this is for the gift exchange from @itfandomprompts! My giftee is @iheartthoreau who asked for shy skinny dipping lovers and jealous Eddie. I’m sorry it’s out so late, I hope you enjoy it anyway!
Summary: The Derry midnight breeze is freezing, Eddie notes, still dressed in a shirt and pants and dreading having to get rid of them. He’s bare foot now, standing on top of the quarry and peering down into the glinting lake. Next to him, also bare foot, Richie looks over his shoulder, and laughs, bright and innocent.
warnings: skinny dipping, mentioned of nudity (but nothing graphic)
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The atmosphere of six best friends who’ve just moved past the worst stages in their life cackles in Eddie’s brain.
He’s buzzed up, energized beyond all logic by the laughter and loving gestures so carelessly tossed around in their group. Pennywise is dead, and with it the looming threat following each of them around and the teasing unhappiness hinting at what they were missing but not giving any clues as to what.
It’s all over now, and a road full of new opportunities lays ahead of them. Everyone is acting loose, ecstatic with the weight that fell off their shoulders. Eddie’s feeling a tad guilty too, for calling Myra and informing her that way about their upcoming divorce that he’s going to set in motion as soon as he’s had a good night sleep, but he felt so brave after surviving a literal killer clown, that he wanted to get it over with as soon as possible.
A part of him was also frightful that he’d lose his courage, between now and getting home, that he’d look around his house and accept that this was all he was destined for, a mediocre life with a wife he didn’t love and a job that sucked the joy out of all employees. Myra deserved better though, and that’s why Eddie’s guilty eyeing his phone, debating on calling her back. He won’t take back what he said, because he’s relieved to have put it out in the open, but he’s unsure if he should have been more empathetic towards her feelings in all of this. If he should have ended the call after telling her to take care.
Bev notices his wandering eyes from where she seated beside him on the couch, the woman still laughing a stitch, shifting forward and hiding his phone in between seat cushions. Out of sight out of mind so to speak.
‘We’ve got time to worry about it tomorrow Eddie.’ She says, and she’s right. Tomorrow both him and Bev will have to deal with the intricacies of divorce and separating a company and a home. Tonight is reserved for the losers only.
‘Yeah Eds, and here I was assuming that after twenty years we’d have some stuff to catch up on.’
Richie regards him from the floor, legs tossed up upon the couch with his body upside down. His glasses are sliding off, but he’s lazy to fix them, so he looks like even more of a goofball than normal. If Eddie could, if he didn’t feel like his intentions would be even more noticeable if he did, he’d scoot over to Richie, adjusting his glasses and letting his fingers trail his cheek and bask in the skin to skin contact.
‘You never did anything interesting before we went to college, what makes you think you’ve done something interesting after?’ Eddie’s tongue is sharp, a façade he builds to stop speculation about his feelings towards Richie, though the truth is that he is intrigued and he craves to know every small detail about his life outside of Derry.
‘No you guys are not starting this again. I’m sick of your bickering,’ Bill interjects, rolling his eyes at the pair.
‘I reject that big Bill, we’re hilarious, you can’t be sick of us bickering when you haven’t had the pleasure of hearing it for the last twenty years. Michael, back me up here buddy.’
‘Sorry Rich, I’m not getting involved in the slightest.’
‘Yeah guys come on, can’t we have one quiet night in?’
‘What so Eddie can just call me boring and I’m supposed to let it slide? Me? I’m the fireworks on the Fourth of July, the highest roller coaster in the park and the whipped cream on strawberries, but I am not boring.’ Richie changes positions, almost accidentally knocking over his beer bottle. He theatrically waves his arms back and forth, trying to animate his words and add conviction.
‘Okay, okay you’re not boring, but don’t overrate yourself either. The most adventurous thing you ever did in high school was skip a class to read a comic book in the school’s bathroom. Not exactly daredevil behavior.’
Bev sips from her whiskey, winking at Richie whose face turns beet red for a reason Eddie can’t decipher. It’s not until Bev conspicuously blows out a gust of air with her lips puckered that Eddie connects the dots.
‘Didn’t you say you ditched because you were smoking with Beverly? Dude did you fucking lie about that? I was worried you’d die and get cancer ever since that day you piece of shit.’
‘No I definitely did smoke. I swear.’
‘You’re not kidding anyone Rich, I vouched for you all those years ago, but I’m not doing it again. Little Richie was a comic book nerd who just pretended to be really cool. We never ever smoked together.’
The losers all holler, clapping their hands together and cheering on the exposure of their foulmouthed friend, debunking all the story Richie apparently made up where he and Be had to sneak out at night to smoke inconspicuously, with the exception of Eddie and Richie. Eddie, because he’s busy glaring at Richie and Richie because he’s busy tapping Bill’s hand away, teasingly disheveling his hair.
Eddie wishes he was brave enough to give these little affections to his friend, especially after witnessing how soothed Richie got when Eddie hugged him after Neibolt, when he had dropped his face into the nape of Eddie’s neck and stayed there, swaying on his feet of exhaustion. It would only make him a good friend, a best friend, but Eddie is still so damn afraid.
He might have had the power to separate from his wife and kill an abstract form of his deepest fears, but Bowers angry yelled words, such as fairy and faggot, swung to his head any time he and Richie graveted closer while walking, haunt him even now.
Touching is off limits the words tell him, so he shows affection the only way he’s ever known towards Richie, by bickering and pulling pigtails.
‘I should have expected that.’ Eddie nods vehemently, laughing as Richie’s mouth drops open in a shocked manner.
‘Are you kidding me? Eddie Spaghetti is the one telling me I’m a loser?’
Eddie flips him off, ignoring Mike’s whispered; ‘he’s got a point’, in favor of levitating his full attention on Richie. The giggling in the room elevates an octave higher.
‘You all laugh’, Richie addresses the entire group, ‘but was I not the one who came up with the idea for the list?’
Abruptly, all sounds snap off, as everyone is snapped back to the past. Even Richie is, at face value, confused about the word he spoke, until the concept and creation of the list is brought to the forefront of everyone’s mind.
‘Holy shit.’
‘Oh my god Mike please tell me you still have it.’
Mike shakes his head with a far-off look. ‘Sorry guys, I don’t know who had it last but I never found it again.’ He’s saddened by it, like he did them all an injustice by not holding on to a flimsy piece of paper.
The List, capital L, was nothing more but a checklist, composed with all the fun and dangerous things the losers all had hopes of doing after graduating high school. Eddie remembers now, the hushed laughter and uncompromisable joy that came with the simple idea of these things, how everyone pitched in and added dare after dare while him and Stan exchanged glances and hoped to god that some things would never be executed.
‘That’s okay Mike, I’m just happy we can all remember making it.’ Ben smiles reassuringly Mike’s way, who smiles back and takes a deep breath.
‘Wait, I think I can recall some of the things we wrote on there. Hold on’, Bev squeezes her eyes shut and snaps her finger in the hope it will get to her faster. ‘Oh’, she exclaims, startling Bill who chokes on his own saliva, ‘we were going to visit Europe, do a high rope parkour, rock climb and some other things I can’t remember right now.’
‘Didn’t we also agree to volunteer in a hospital and go camping in the national forest?’ Ben asks, awaiting confirmation.
‘Yeah we did, Stan was throwing a fit over going camping because of the environment and the dirt, but we were well on our way to convince him.’
‘Wow,’ Richie breathes, chest puffing up and head dropping back into the couch so his face isn’t visible to the rest. ‘I forgot all about that, but come to think of it, I’m pretty sure I did most of those things with Bryan.’
And who the fuck is Bryan? Certainly not Eddie, sweating in fear from the things that were being listed, searching for the most extreme dares he’d seen happen on tv to suggest, doing anything he could to impress Richie. Eddie was terrified of most of the activities on the list, like Bev’s idea to waterski in the ocean, or Mike’s zip lining idea, but he would have done them if it meant he could bask in Richie’s attention, impress Richie to rid himself of scared baby Eddie was so sure he must have been in Richie’s eyes. So who the hell was this Bryan stealing his thunder like that?
‘Who’s Bryan?’ Bev inquires with a smirk, winking at Richie blush ridden face. Eddie’s jealousy rears its ugly head, flaring up and making his head woozy. He simultaneously both considers choking Bev and thanking her for the question.
With Richie’s secret fresh on his mind, the way he’d so shamefully admitted that he was gay and they were the first people he’d ever found the courage to tell, Eddie wondered if Bryan was perhaps someone Richie had been romantically involved with.
Richie would have deserved it, Eddie argues in his mind, to at least for a short period of time have someone love him back as fiercely as he dons it out, but Eddie’s also furious that he stole Richie out from under his nose.
Which is illogical, because even if he and Richie had managed to stay in touch, and Eddie confessed – not much chance there, as Eddie didn’t even tell anyone he was gay when Richie did - there was no guaranty that Richie would’ve reciprocated.
‘No one snoopy’, Richie argues with a jittery leg, ’just some guy I hung out with for a while.’
Bev appears unconvinced, but she’s also respectful towards Richie's decision to not say anything. ‘So which ones did you complete?’
‘I went to Europa senior year of college, smoked a bunch of weed, went zip lining. The normal kind of stuff.’
Zip-lining, or smoking weed for that matter, causes Eddie skin to crawl, not that he’d ever admit it. He hates that that’s not the case for Bryan.
‘Well thanks Rich, none of us ever did anything on the list without the other losers. I guess you didn’t miss us too much.’ It’s not fair, of course it’s not. He can tell by the eagerness to spend time together that Richie was very lonely, and experienced the same aching emptiness where his friends were supposed to be as the rest of them.
The bitter tone of Eddie's speech, and the way Richie’s eyes turn a little dimmer extinguishes the fire of Eddie’s envy. Richie deserves better than him in every way. An apology lies at the tip of his tongue, ready to jump into the open and hopefully aid the wounds before they’re fully developed.
Sensing the impending hurricane of trouble on the horizon Mike is eager to intervene, playing mediator for two forces that are about to collide. ‘Well I mean, we probably wouldn’t have gone through with most of them anyway.’
‘Speak for yourself’, Eddie waves him off, spiteful that Mike has a good point. He would have found a way to undermine their plans and make it so that he could back out without appearing like a meek lamb, for at least half of the activities. If he had known about Bryan’s existence though, he would have done anything. He feels ready now to do anything, to one up him and establish his spot as Richie’s number one.
‘Prove it,’ Bill dares with a lopsided smirk, certain he’s got Eddie beat. He sustains eye contact, reaching for the bag of chips on the table and gnawing on it with the most smug aura Eddie has ever witnessed him having.
‘I would’, Eddie defends fiercely, ‘but we can’t do any of the things in Derry.’
‘Sounds like a cop out to me.’
‘Yeah, sure Big Bill, because you can easily find a zip line here in Derry. The town that refused to spend money on renewing the library back in the eighties is no doubt going to have that installed by now.’
‘What about skinny dipping?’ Ben proposes innocently, having no idea the kind of strain he’s putting Eddie under.
‘That’s a great idea Ben, I forgot we put that one on the list.’ Beverly acknowledges despite Eddie’s frantic head shaking. The room temperature drops down and rises back up steadily, at least according to Eddie. He’s starting to sweat, something he never does and takes pride in – in the office he’s the level headed one, and that’s saying something – and he pulls at his collar to allow some air to ventilate.
Everything except that. A swim in a dirty lake that was most likely infected was a whole plate of different bacteria, and being naked in front of the man he’s in love with is not something Eddie is particularly fond of. He almost asks for a different thing to do, but that would truly be a cop out, and he both refuses to back down in front of Richie and give Bill the satisfaction of being right.
‘Good luck with that Eds, question before this all goes down, am I allowed to use this in my next bit?’
‘Actually,’ Bev interrupts, ‘I think you should join him too.’
‘Hey I wasn’t the one that said I’d be willing to do anything.’
‘No, but you were the one who added it on the list in the first place. C’mon Richie, It’ll be fun. For us, not for you guys, but we’ll get a good laugh out of it.’
Richie is hesitant, same as Eddie, readjusting his glasses again. Eddie is sure that if he says the word Richie will tell everyone to back down for him. He wouldn’t even make fun of Eddie for it, should Eddie give any indication that he wouldn’t want him too. He thinks back to Bryan, and how he wouldn’t have backed down for such a thing, and how in awe Richie must have been seeing the man abandon all safety precaution and go for it, Eddie’s mind is made up instantly.
‘Let’s do it.’ He says without leaving room for argument, nodding at Richie as he looks to him. He hopes Richie will go with it, but is also confident that of course he will. As kids they followed each other everywhere, and surely that hasn’t changed.
‘Really? I mean yeah – sure I guess. Bring it on.’
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The Derry midnight breeze is freezing, Eddie notes, still dressed in a shirt and pants and dreading having to get rid of them. He’s barefoot now, standing on top of the quarry and peering down into the glinting lake. Eddie’s jumping from one foot to the other, annoyed that dirt is clinging to his skin and branches are piercing his soles, even more aggravated at the idea of cleaning them in infection filled lake water. Bev better keep her end of the promise, and be waiting near the end of the lake with a pair of fresh pressed towels.
Next to him, also bare foot, Richie looks over his shoulder, and laughs, bright and innocent.
‘I forgot how high this was.’
It is high up, but they’ve done this jump at least a hundred times before, so Eddie’s not worried about the plunge. He’d assume Richie isn’t either, but the man keeps glances towards the path they took to get up here, uncharacteristically silent.
‘It’s okay if you're too scared to go through with it Eduardo, I won’t tell the others.’ Richie smirks when he notices Eddie’s glance, crossing his arms over his chest.
The movement makes his shoulders bulk, highlighting just how much bigger Richie is compared to Eddie. Eddie’s mouth waters, and he starts to worry about how he’s going to have to get through seeing Richie’s naked shoulders in the flesh.
‘Just get undressed will you? Hurry up.’
‘Why? Eager to see my bare ass?’
‘Yeah, because who doesn’t think jumping naked into a lake they frequented as kids is the epitome of sexiness? No you self-centered idiot, I want to get it over with so I can go back to the Inn and grab a warm shower.’
With one last peek, Eddie moves backwards, standing away from the ledge and begins to unbutton his shirt, before thinking better off it. Richie picks up on his hesitation, shifting backwards too and motioning his head towards the ridge.
‘Do you want me to show you how it’s done?’
‘No,’ Eddie objects, ‘I’ll go first.’
‘Why? I’m not going to stare at your junk while you're jumping in if that’s what you're worried about Eddie. I’m not that kind of gay.’ Rarely does Richie toss aside an opportunity to grant Eddie another humorous nickname, so the use of his real name spooks Eddie just enough that he opens his mouth to apologize without even realizing what he’s apologizing for.
Richie’s facial expression, set in a grimace and squinting his eyes defensively, are a dead give away that Eddie’s words are being taken the wrong way. If only Richie knew that Eddie wanted him to go in first so he could avoid the same temptation Richie thought he was forcing on him.
‘Richie no, that’s not what I meant I-.’ Heartfelt compliments are not something Eddie has had a lot of practice for these last few years, and he’s not doing a good job catching up on them either. Therefore he sighs and hopes that he can find another way to prove to Richie he’d never accuse him of something like that. ‘Whatever, just go first already.’
‘Fine but turn around okay?’
Eddie listens to him, back towards Richie and the jump off, though he doesn’t really understand the request. With Richie comes a lot of flair, and he was more or less been prepared for a joke about how Eddie got to confirm how big his dick is in reality.
He waits and listens carefully for the sounds of clothes being dropped on the ground, and he can’t stop his mind from secretly imagining how Richie looks like without them once he distinguishes it. Eddie shakes his head, scolding his own mind.
The next few moments are filled with raspy breaths originating from Richie, footstep sounding further away and then closer again in an erratic pattern. He must be scared of the jump. Under normal circumstances, Eddie would ask to jump in at the same time, but since Richie asked Eddie not to turn around, he won’t.
‘If you don’t jump in the next five minutes,’ Eddie teases, the way Richie used to tease him, ‘I’ll push you in.’ A second later Eddie hears Richie’s loud whooping as he plunges down into the dark water.
Eddie spins, the only thing greeting him the dark with very little light clearing up his path, from the moon. He’s having a hard time to even see where the cliff ends, and he can’t disguise Richie in the water at all.
‘I’m coming in’, he yells to the void, in case Richie can’t discern his body in time and needs to move out of the way. He takes off his clothes, goosebumps erupting on his skin, and folds his pants and t-shirt up neatly, touching the ground with his hands to find a dry spot to lay them on. The air is cold, and so Eddie refuses to linger on top any longer than he has to.
He jogs up to the ledge and darts off before his mind can conjure up the thousands of things that can go wrong from swimming in the dark this late at night. His body flies through the air and connects with the water in one swoop, a pit of glee bursting in Eddie’s stomach. Jumping from the quarry equals freedom, a hot summer day and love for all of his friends, but in particular Richie.
Eddie keeps his head underwater until his lungs burn, eyes closed and allowing himself to just feel all the sensations. Then, something tickles the back of his leg, and the peaceful moment is over. He kicks back the surface, away from the spot where he could swear something touched him, and searches around for Richie.
Richie, with his wet black hair clinging to his forehead, strands of it sticking out in every direction, and his droplet covered glasses, roving more of Eddie’s heart each minute they’re near each other. He’s never looked more beautiful, and Eddie has never had to fight the urge to kiss him as much as he does now.
‘See, I told you I wouldn’t stare Eds, I can’t even see anything with all these splatters on my glasses.’
The moon reflects on the water, so that it’s impenetrable, and neither Rich nor Eddie can look down and see their lower body parts.
What Eddie can see is enough anyway, Richie’s shoulders and part of his chest hold Eddie’s attention, and he forgets to respond to Richie’s comment.
His eyes land on a dark bruise, just on the bottom of Richie’s neck, a remnant of their fight with Pennywise earlier that day. Without thinking, without standing still on the consequences of such an action, Eddie swims closer, stretches his arm out, and lingers his fingertips over the bruise. He carefully positions his body to not touch any other body part of Richie’s except for his fingers on his neck.
He makes an inquisitive noise, thumb stroking over the injury in what he hopes to be a calming matter. He physically can’t pull away, entranced with the way he moves and responds to him, trying but failing to get his fill of Richie clenched.
‘Eddie’, Richie whispers, scared to break the silence and the intimate moment. ‘It’ll be fine. And hey, at least he didn’t do anything to my dick.’
‘Yeah, would have been a shame if it were to become even smaller.’
Richie snorts, retaliating the jest with a wave of dirty water aimed at Eddie.
Eddie gasps, spitting out a bit of water that managed to sneak into his mouth. ‘Oh you’re on.’
The two of them chase each other, and if it weren’t for the fact that they were both naked, Eddie would have thrown his entire body weight in the game to push Richie underwater. As it stands, they just splash back and forth until they’re exhausted and the remnants of their laughter dies out, barely enough energy left to stay afloat side by side.
‘Did you have this much fun with Bryan?’ Eddie asks, a bit envious. He hates how he’s still stuck on the Bryan thing, hates that his mind keeps popping images of them doing the exact same thing only to end it with a kiss.
‘What?’
‘With Bryan, the guy you did all that other stuff with?’
‘Oh no, me and Bryan – we were never together like that.’ Back at the hotel room, Eddie figured that that was a ploy to distract Bev, something Richie just said because he couldn’t comfortably admit the real intent of their relationship. But he’s never lied to Eddie, and his eyes, magnified by his glasses, seem so sincere, Eddie has no other option but to believe him. ‘I-I’m- some other guy already has that place all taken up.’
Eddie stupid, oblivious and dense and everything in between. He knows Richie isn’t talking about him, he knows he could never be the guy Richie would hold all hope out for – he also secretly hopes it’s none of the losers -, but he wants to be so bad. Just one time, just one kiss and he’d be sated enough to let go of his feral behavior towards any potential love interest Richie might have. Just one time.
‘Richie’, Eddie starts, biting his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. He’s taking a huge risk, by foreseeing a rejection but hoping that Richie won’t drop him as a friend because of this. If Eddie doesn’t do this, he’ll never stop wondering what it feels for their lips to meet. He’ll never get over Richie because he never got to experience any with him.
‘Can I kiss you?’ He risks releasing his lip.
Richie is visibly shocked. ‘What? What the fuck? Eddie is this a joke?’
The joke is, as usual, all on Eddie who regrets ever opening his mouth in the first place. He could try to laugh it off, say that it was a joke, but that would mean that he pretends to make a jest out of something Richie has struggled with for his entire life. He’s stuck between a rock and a hard place. Left with no other options but to further dig his own grave, Eddie decides to be honest. At least that means he gets to keep part of his integrity.
‘No Richie of course not, I wouldn’t do that to you. I’m sorry. Look I like you but it’s obviously one sided and I just wanted to know what it felt like to kiss you but it was a stupid request and I shouldn’t have asked you that. Oh god, I never even asked if you were dating someone –‘
‘Eds?’
‘- Fuck can we please forget I said anything so we can still hang out?’
‘Eddie?’
‘What?’
‘Yes. Please kiss me.’
Eddie gapes with his mouth open, struggling for breath and for words. He’s half convinced he misinterpreted the words, but his tilted head proves otherwise. Eddie doesn’t question it further, counting his lucky start for once, and leaning in to his emotions and Richie, breaching the water to get to him.
Their kiss is surprisingly gentle for the ungovernable lead up prior to it. Richie’s lips taste like lake water, but deeper underneath lies a tang of something distinctively Richie. Eddie can’t wait to devour him whole once he’s cleaned up. Their lips move together in tandem, a perfect harmony that for once neither are willing to break.
They pull back, Richie’s arms circling Eddie’s waist, and he smiles. His smile mixed with the love stricken gleam in his eyes, mysteriously tells Eddie that Richie feels the exact same way he does. His chest caves with happiness.
‘I like you too, if it wasn’t obvious. A lot more than Bryan.’
‘For the love of God can we never mention that again? It’s embarrassing. No, Hush’, Eddie says urgently, covering Richie’s mouth with his palm when he opens his mouth to conjure up another joke.
‘Fine,’ Richie says while pulling away from Eddie’s hand. ‘How about we talk about something else then? How the fuck are we supposed to get to our clothes?’
#my writing#reddie imagine#reddie fic#reddie#richie tozier#eddie kaspbrack#richie and eddie#adult losers#it chapter two imagine#eddie x richie
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i don’t want to spend another christmas without you
pairing: eddie kaspbrak/richie tozier [reddie]
word count: 5,623
summary: richie tozier turned his back on derry and most of his life after graduating high school and never looked back. what happens when after three years, richie must finally return home for the holidays?
⤹ written for @richiebeepbeep as their gift for the @itfandomprompts 2019 secret santa event! i hope you like it!
read on ao3.
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Richie was not coming home for the holidays season. He never wanted to face Derry again, he lived in California now. He was happy there, that was where his life was, his apartment, his future. He simply could not face the life he had left behind three years earlier. Left vowing he would never return unless under the most desperate of situations. It had worked thus far, Richie always managing to come up with some sort of excuse when breaks from school had come around. Too much school work, doing summer trips abroad, having a his full time job and being unable to time off. He knew every time he told his mother he wasn’t going to make it that it broke her heart a little bit more. He almost dreaded the day she stopped asking him almost as much as he longed for it.
There wasn’t much getting out of it this time, though, he knew. His sister had made it clear enough, with a short but firm text message, explaining all about how its her first Christmas since getting engaged and how Richie hadn’t even met Bryan yet and how he was breaking their mother’s heart and Richie felt guilt deep in his bones as he promised Elle that he’d be there this year.
So now he was getting off at the Bangor Airport and his palms were sweating, his heart had been racing in his chest faster and faster the closer he got to Maine. His knees were shaking as he walked through the airport, looking for his family. His stomach jumped as his gaze caught sight of somebody who was clearly here for him, though the last person he would have expected to see.
“Eddie Spaghetti.” Richie cried, breaking into a sprint on his still shaky knees. He had missed his friends as much as his family, with a deep ache that he spent the majority of his last few years buiring deep inside of him by keeping busy and not giving him a chance to think about them. He’d kept in light contact with them, but he knew that he’d been shutting them out. And he knew that they knew it, too.
Richie launched himself at Eddie, jumping up into his arms and wrapping himself around him koala-style. Eddie let out a loud and annoyed noise, but Richie could hear the laughter underneath it. “Goddamn it, Richard.” Eddie grunted and wrapped his arms around Richie’s waist to help hold him up. “You’re fucking six teet tall, what the fuck. Get off me.”
Eddie’s arms squeezed tighter around Richie’s waist in contradiction of his own words and Richie smiled against his best friend’s head. He finally dropped down with his feet on the ground, and found that his knees were no longer weak. He beamed at Eddie, reaching out to pinch his cheeks. Eddie swatted his away, cheeks turning a light shade of pink. “What brings you to this lovely airport, Eddie my love? Thought my old man wanted to pick me up and lecture me whole way back to Derry about what a terrible son I’ve been.”
Eddie shrugged one shoulder, smiling down at his feet for a moment. “You know how your parents get right before a party, all stressed and manic. I volunteered to come get you, and don’t worry. I can still give you a great lecture about what a piece of shit son you’ve been the last couple years. And friend.”
Richie grumbled under his breath and stuck his hands into his jean back pockets. “Yeah, I feel like I’m going to be heading on the Richie Tozier apology tour.”
“It’s the least you can do.” Eddie said a little sharply, but his cheeks were still pink and his eyes were twinkling as he looked Richie up and down. “But don’t worry, you’ll have lots of time. Everybody is gonna be at the party tomorrow night, you can stand up and make a giant speech in front of the whole damn crowd if that’s still your style. Let’s go get your bags.”
“Oh, I didn’t bring any bags.” Richie said with a shrug.
Eddie’s mouth dropped open, and he blinked at Richie a few times before he furrowed his brow. “You’re here for two weeks? And you didn’t bring a single bag? Nothing? What are you supposed to wear?”
“I have clothes and shit back home!” Richie waved off Eddie’s concerns. “Nothing to worry about, Eds! Now show me to that Kaspbrak love wagon.”
Eddie rolled his eyes but allowed Eddie to wrap an arm around him and guided them outside into the chilly Maine air. Richie shivered brutally the moment he reached out into snow flurries, and let out a mildly horrified noise from the back of his throat. “Oh, fucking Maine. I’d forgotten. Please tell me you parked close, Eddie.”
Eddie chuckled, and tugged a woolly hat with a pom pom out of the pocket of his featherdown coat and reached over to stuff it onto Richie’s messy curls. “Awe, poor California boy can’t handle the cold? Forgetting your roots?”
“Listen, man.” Richie said through chattering teeth as Eddie linked arms with him and guided him quickly through the overly crowded parking lot. “I’ve barely even wore a sweater in the last three years. I was a l-l-l-egend in Cali, dude! I went sw-swimming in mid-winter while people st-st-arted at me like I was a lunatic!”
“And now you’re shivering like a little bitch and stuttering like Bill Denbrough aged 12 in Maine.” Eddie chuckled, dropping Richie’s arm to move over and unlock the car doors. Richie tugged frantically at the passenger seat and dove into car. He buckled up quickly, knowing Eddie would demand it, and pulled his legs up to his chest. He wrapped his arms around them and pressed his face into his knees.
Eddie dropped into the driver’s seat and seemed to take his damn time turning the car on. “Turn the heat on, turn the heat on.” Richie cried. “Please I’m going to die!”
“You’re not going to die.” Eddie turned the car on, shaking his head. “You’re so fucking dramatic, Richard.”
Richie shivered, holding his legs as close to his chest as he could manage without completely folding into himself. “Heat… please I beg you.”
“What if I told you the heater is broken?” Eddie asked, starting to pull out of the parking lot and getting caught up in a long line. Richie let out a distressed noise that almost sounded like a sob and Eddie’s heart tugged in his chest. “God, Rich, I’m just kidding. I wouldn’t let something in my car stay broken! Who the fuck do you think I am?”
Richie sighed as Eddie reached out and kicked the heater up. Richie sighed, and by the time they were finally pulling out of the cramming parking lot he’d let his legs down onto the floor of the car and was filling up with nerves once again. “So are we allowed to put on music or would that be too distracting from the lecture you’re going to give me?”
Eddie sighed, tapping at the steering wheel. “I’m not going to lecture you, Richie. I get it… mostly. I don’t really like coming home to Derry, either. It wasn’t a great place for any of us.” Eddie glanced at Richie from the corner of his eye and shook his head. “But we didn’t all have a family that as good as yours, Rich. And we didn’t cut each other out, either. I don’t know what happened, Richie. It’s like you cross over the Derry town line and you straight up forgot that everybody here existed.”
Richie sighed and leaned his head against the car window, though the chill stung at his skin. “I didn’t. I thought about you guys everyday.”
Eddie was quiet for a moment, fingers still tapping the steering wheel as they drove down the dark highway. Despite how busy the airport parking lot had been, the highway was nearly empty aside from them. “I spent a while wondering if maybe I’d done something wrong… after everything that happened senior year. If I’d made you hate me.”
Richie closed his eyes, brain dragging up all the things he didn’t want to remember. The things he’d pointedly kept from his mind over the last three years. Eddie Kaspbrak under the lights at prom, Eddie Kaspbrak’s lips on his in front of everybody at their graduation, Eddie Kaspbrak’s tears when he told Richie they couldn’t be together because distance would ruin their relationship and their friendship. “I don’t hate you, Eds.” Richie said softly. “I could never.”
“I don’t know if that makes me feel better or worse.” Eddie chuckled. “Because I wanted to hate you. Somedays I did. Most of the time I just missed you.”
Richie’s heart clenched in his chest and he clenched his fingers sharply against the meat of his thigh. “I’m sorry, Eds.” Richie squeezed his eyes shut, leg shaking underneath him. This isn’t his strong suit, talking to people like this. Being open in any sense of the word had always been Richie’s deepest struggle. It had likely been the reason he hadn’t bothered to fight for him and Eddie in the first place.
“I wanna say it’s okay, but it’s not really.” Eddie shrugged one shoulder and kept his eyes on the road. It was starting to snow harder, getting harder to see through, and Richie wondered for a moment about how he’d forgotten that snow was beautiful when you weren’t freezing. His gaze slid from the front windshield and he looked at Eddie, knowing that he found him more beautiful than he would ever find snow.
“I get that.” Richie said. “Honestly, I’m surprised you’re even bothering to see me. I definitely didn’t expect you to be coming to my parents party tomorrow.”
“I’ve gone to your parents’ party every year, Richie.” Eddie said simply with a shrug of his shoulder and half a smile. “I helped you set up every year in high school and I wasn’t about to stop just because you were being a dick to everybody. It’s always been the best excuse to get away from my mother during the holidays, as much as it pissed her off.”
“I always thought you liked it so much because it pissed her off.” Richie said with a small smile, pressing the back of his hand to his mouth to hide his smile. Eddie’s lips twitched up in hint of his own grin, though he made no move to confirm or deny it. “I always sort of thought that’s why you spend so much time with me, to be honest. Nobody ever got under her skin like I did.” Eddie’s gazed jerked to look at him, something deep and worrisome in his eyes. Richie’s heart started racing in his chest, and palms began to sweat. “You know, the only time she ever got along with me was when I was giving her the good dick. A very serious love-hate relationship.”
“God, you’re fucking disgusting!” Eddie cried, letting go of the wheel to smack Richie in the arm. “You actually haven’t grown out of Your Mom jokes? You’re twenty-one man!”
Richie shook his head and let out a soft huff of a laugh. Silence settled in the vehicle and Richie wondered for a moment if he’d be able to open up the door and roll out. He cleared his throat and scratched at the back of his head. “So… your mom is still the worst then?”
Eddie rolled his eyes and let out a frustrated groan. “As if she’d ever be anything less than terrible.” He said. “You know what he’s like. Every time I come home she spends the entire time crying and whining and begging me to stay. That I shouldn’t go back to school, that I’m sick and she needs to take care of me. The usual bullshit.”
Richie frowned at his hands, shaking his head. Not for the first time, Richie Tozier wondered at the strength of Eddie Kaspbrak. Richie had known many brave and amazing people in his life, but he didn’t think anybody would ever be on the level of Eddie. Eddie, who could walk directly into the face of abuse and hold his ground and still be the kindest person he’d ever had the honour of knowing.
“Thank you for coming to pick me up.” Richie said quietly, pointedly staring out the front windshield even as he could feel Eddie watching him from the corner of his eye. “And thank you for not hating me.”
“I could never hate you, Richie.” Eddie said. “Trust me. I tried. Unfortunately, I think caring about somebody for 16 year is hard to turn off.”
“Yeah.” Richie agreed. He grabbed his phone from the pocket of his jeans and began fiddling with the car radio. Eddie chuckled at him, and Richie finally managed to hook his phone up to the bluetooth. Smiling, he clicked onto his private Spaghetti Songs playlist and hit shuffle. He hadn’t listened to this playlist in a ages, but he’d never had the heart to delete it. The smile that broke out on Eddie’s face as Cut to the Feeling by Carly Rae Jepson started playing made Richie overly happy that he never got rid of it.
They spent the rest of the ride in a comfortable relaxation, singing along to the gushy and lovely pop songs that weren’t usually Richie’s type of music but he couldn’t deny the little bubble of happy they gave him whenever he reminded hearing them for the first time and being reminded of Eddie. Nor the bubble of fondness he got in his chest when looked at Eddie and watched him sing along to every single one.
They pulled into Derry and Richie felt the panic begin to settle into his chest once again. His leg started bouncing and he felt that the air in the car got heavier. When they pulled into the Tozier’s driveway, Richie felt that maybe he’d been cemented to his seat. Eddie turned off the car and unbuckled, opening the car door before pausing. He slowed the door slowly and turned to Richie with a small frown. “Rich?”
“Yeah, I’m good.” Richie said, staring blankly ahead and now biting at his thumb nail. Eddie’s hand reached out and wrapped around Richie’s wrist, pulling it away from his mouth and holding it in his lap. Richie turned to look at him slowly, and thought maybe this was the first time Richie was really looking Eddie since he’d picked him up. He’d grown his hair out since the summer after high school, curling around his ears and the base of his neck. His face was freckled even with the darkness that came with winter and his shoulders had definitely broadened. He wondered randomly for a moment if Eddie still ran. “I’m fine. I just… need a moment.”
Eddie pulled Richie’s arm into his lap and rested against the seat of the car. “Okay. But I’ve already turned the car off so it’s about to get really cold in here and you’re a little California baby now.” Richie reached over and flicked Eddie in the ear. Eddie swatted at him with the hand that didn’t have a tight grip about Richie’s wrist. “And I can see Alex’s face in the window, so she knows you’re here.”
Richie looked over and sure enough, he could see his little sister peering out from between the curtains. His stomach tensed with anxiety as his heart leapt with love. “Alright.” He said with a soft sigh. “Let’s fucking get this over with then.”
“That’s the spirit.” Eddie said with a laugh. He patted Richie on the shoulder twice then ducked out of the car. Richie took another moment to try and gather himself together before quickly figuring out that he wasn’t going to get any more prepared than he was right now.
Richie kicked off his boots as he came in the house, and didn’t have a chance to take them off before somebody was latching themselves tightly around his midsection.”RICHIE!” Alex cried, pressing her face directly into his stomach. Alexandria Tozier had been a shock to Went and Maggie, barely four years old when Richie had moved out, and he adored her.
“Hey kiddo.” Richie said, trying to cover up how his voice cracked and broke as he squeezed his baby sister. She stepped back and Richie got his first good look at her. Her hair was longer and waved down her back, and her huge grin was missing several teeth. “Look at you! You’re all grown up, you in high school yet?”
Alex broke into giggles, wrapping her arms back around Richie’s stomach. “Noooo Richie. I’m only in grade two.”
“Grade two!” Richie gasped overdramatically, bending slightly and grunting as he heaved Alex up into his arms. Alex looked at him seriously for a moment then cracked into a grin and Richie couldn’t help but smile back. He kicked off his boots and walked into the crowded living room, holding Alex to his chest like a shield.
“Richie!” Maggie cried as he entered, coming forward to wrap her arms around her son. Richie leaned down and kissed his mother on the cheek, and Alex rested her head on Richie’s shoulder. Her eyes were already drooping and Richie couldn’t help but wonder if she was staying up past her bedtime to see him.
Eddie was chatting with Wentworth across the living room and Richie’s heart began to race in his chest. He tossed Alex down onto the couch touchdown style, leaving her laughing into the cushions as he walked over to them.
“Hey Pops.” Richie said, scratching at the back of his neck.
Went turned to him, expression stoney. “Edward has told me there’s no need for me to lecture you since he has that covered. I trust that is true.”
“Yes sir.” Richie replied with a somber nod.
Went broke into a smile and pulled Richie in for a hug. “It’s good to have you home, son. Hope to see you around here more often.”
Richie thought of how much Alex had grown, of sitting with Eddie in the car listening to music and felt his father’s warmth around. “Yeah, Dad. Absolutely.”
“Only issue,” Eddie broke into the father-son moment with a sing song voice. Richie turned and Eddie beamed at him. “I basically live in your room when I’m back in Derry, so you’re going to have to share your bed with me.”
Richie’s brain stalled at the thought of Eddie living in his childhood bedroom for the last three years and he wasn’t quite sure if he felt uncomfortable with it or not, but his brain got caught up in the even scarier thought of sharing a bed with Eddie.
As the evening went on, Richie tried with all his might not to think about the last time he and Eddie had laid together in that bed. It had been Eddie’s last night in Derry, the two of them curled under the blankets and watching shitty movies and drinking so much soda that Eddie had gotten a stomach ache. A good old fashioned middle school style sleepover. That is until Eddie had rolled over with tears in eyes, and apologized that they couldn’t be together the way they wanted, and kissed him. Everything else that happened between them that night hurt too much to think about, and Eddie had left the next morning without a single word about it. Richie had barely spoken to him since- until today.
Everything died down quickly, and Richie found that he was exhausted. After helping his mom put Alex to bed, though he suspected that the nighttime routine was a little elaborated for his presence, Richie said goodnight to his family and Eddie and dragged his ass up to his childhood bedroom.
Everything seemed smaller than Richie remembered, and the walls were littered with posters of bands that Richie hadn’t listened to in years. He smiled, though he wasn’t quite sure what was getting to him in the moment, and opened up the top drawer of his dresser. Most of the clothes he’d left behind had actually once belonged to one of the other Losers, and Richie ended up in a too-large T-shirt that was most likely Ben’s, and a pair of sweatpants that were just short enough in the leg to be Bill’s. He crawled into bed and sleep took faster than it had in ages.
He was woken a bit later by the door opening and closing. He rolled over onto his back and squinted, but he couldn’t see shit in the dark without his glasses.
“It’s just me.” Eddie said in soft whisper. “I didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep.”
Richie rolled over, more than happy to do that. He’d started to doze when the bed dipped under the weight of Eddie climbing in beside him. Richie grunted and burrowed himself deeper into the blankets.
“Rich?” Eddie whispered. Richie groaned in response. “Are you sure you’re okay with sharing with me? This is your bed, and I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. I don’t live here, I can go back and stay with my Ma-”
“Eddie if you think I’m even gonna let you to stay at your mom’s, you’re insane.” Richie said, his voice croaking with half-sleep. “If I was uncomfortable with you in my bed, I would’ve fucking told you. We’ve shared this bed a hundred million times or more. We’re only going to start having an issue if you don’t shut the fuck up and let me sleep.”
Eddie chuckled, and when he spoke his voice sounded a little awestruck. “Richie Tozier telling somebody to shut the fuck up? That must be a first.”
“There’s about to be a second.” Richie grumbled, grabbing a pillow out from where Eddie was leaning and whacking him in the face with it. Eddie laughed and Richie felt him finally lay down completely beside him.
It was definitely the best sleep Richie had had in months, but he wasn’t about to go around announcing it.
The next morning, Richie woke up alone in his bed and felt a momentary panic when he took in his whereabouts. It took a moment for everything to come sinking back in, and Richie groaned as he put the pieces back together. He flung the blankets up over his head and wondered if he’d be able to get away with wasting the day away in bed. He never came home for the holidays, maybe if he just stayed in his room, his family would just forget he was there.
The bedroom door came swinging open immediately after Richie’s thoughts trailed off, and he forced himself not to make any noise or sudden movements.
“Asshole, get up.” His older sister, Alyssa, called into the room. “Mom and Dad need you and Eddie to go pick up some stuff for the party tonight.”
“Why do I have to do it?” Richie grumbled. “I was in a different state yesterday! That kind of shit takes a lot out of a guy!”
Alyssa grabbed the blankets that were still hung over Richie’s head and tossed them away. She glared down at him, hands on her hips, and Richie couldn’t help but think she looked exactly like their mother. “Last ones in do the bitch work. And you have like, three years worth of bitch work to make up for. So let’s go, move your ass, Tozier.”
“Fuck you, Tozier.”
Richie rolled out bed quite literally, letting himself drop to the floor. He didn’t need to look up to know that Alyssa was rolling her eyes as she walked away out of his room. Richie rummaged back through the drawer o’ missing clothes, and came out with a large grey sweater- much too large to belong to Richie himself- and pulled back on the jeans from the day before. Tossing his outgrown hair up into a bun on top of his head, Richie half stumbled down the stairs and into the kitchen.
Maggie barely looked up at him as she handed him a cup of steaming hot chocolate and Richie leaned in to kiss her on the forehead. He turned towards the table and found Eddie sitting there, eating a blueberry muffin and glaring at him. “Got an issue, Kaspbrak?” Richie challenged, sitting down across from him and grabbing his own muffin from the plate.
“Are you wearing the same jeans from yesterday?” Eddie asked with a crinkle of his nose.
“Judging by the look on your face, you already know the answer to that, Eduardo.”
Eddie fake gagged. “Richie, that’s so fucking disgusting, are you kidding? What? You’re just going to wear the same pants the entire time you’re here? You’re going to get an… an infection or something. God, Richie. When we go out today, you’re getting some clothes.” Richie opened his mouth but Eddie put his hand out. “And don’t even try to complain to me, it’s your own damn fault for not bringing any stuff when you knew you were going to be here for a week.”
Richie rolled his eyes and didn’t bother trying to cover up his pout. He’d had to borrow a coat from his dad, and was forced to venture out into two feet of snow in his Converse sneakers and Eddie was talking a mile a minute at his side.
“I’m not fucking buying a pair of boots, Eddie.” Richie rolled his eyes as he dropped into the passenger seat of Eddie’s car. “They’re like 60 bucks a pair, and I live in fucking California. I’m not spending $60 on something I’m only going to use for a week. I’m a broke college student, just like you.”
“Please.” Eddie scoffed, pulling out of the driveway and starting slowly down the snowy road. “If you say so.”
They drove in an almost eerily comfortable silence. No music, not taking, just them while Richie tried to ignore how immensely he was enjoying Eddie’s company. Richie curled up in the passenger seat, head pressed against the window and he sighed. He watched his breath fog up the glass and slowly traced a R + E into the fog with his finger. He immediately wiped it away with the palm of his hand and glanced over his shoulder, relaxing when it seemed that Eddie hadn’t noticed.
Eddie pulled into the parking lot of Shaw’s Supermarket and Richie stayed curled up in his seat until Eddie came around and yanked the door open. “Come on.” He said with a huff. “I’m not going to do the shopping by myself. Move it.”
Richie groaned, and made exaggerated stomps out of the car. He kept his arms crossed as they hurried through the parking lot and Eddie grabbed them a cart. As soon as Eddie had his bearings on the cart, Richie leap over it and curled up inside, crossed legged and grinning up at Eddie.
“The cart is for groceries, not your lazy ass.” Eddie grumbled, but he started pushing the cart into the store nonetheless. Richie spun around in the cart, grabbing things off the shelves when Eddie pointed them out and holding them on his lap.
Eddie maintained that Richie was being lazy and merely looking for an excuse to get out of the shopping as much as possible, but Richie firmly believed that the trip went by faster without Eddie having to stop for every single item they needed to grab.
“That would have been true either way, you’d just also be walking, dickhead.” Eddie argued after Richie had leap out of the cart and was helping him unload everything onto the belt. “Maybe we could have taken turns pushing the cart even.”
“Awe, Eds, that’s the funniest joke you’ve ever made.” Richie said over his shoulder as he paid the cashier. Richie grabbed as many bags as he could carry and they dragged everything back to car.
Richie turned on Christmas Carols on the drive back to his house, and after mild complaining- Eddie even sang along with him.
As they arrived back at the Toziers, they realized how many extra cars were now parked outside. There was space for Eddie to pull into the driveway- no doubt at Maggie’s demand for the safety of her much needed groceries- and Richie found that anxiety from the night before quickly settling back into his gut.
“Relax, Rich.” Eddie said in a calming voice. His hand dropped down on Richie’s thigh and squeezed. Richie’s breath picked up, Eddie successfully doing the opposite of calming him down. “Richie. I can feel you freaking out. What is your problem?”
“I can’t go in there, Eddie.” Richie said, voice pitched and words rushed together. Richie suddenly felt fifteen again, deeply in love with his best friend and afraid to do anything. A boy who likes boy is a dead boy, Richie thought to himself and remembered growing up in this horrific town around people he could only hope would accept him but he was never sure. He was never sure, he isn’t sure.
But Eddie with looking at him with wide eyes, concerned and open. Willing to listen to whatever Richie was struggling with and it made Richie so nervous he could throw up.
Richie ran both hands over his face and sighed loudly. “I cut off everybody I loved, Eds. They’re all in that fucking house, I can’t go in there. I wouldn’t be able to stand it. I can’t go in there and lie to them, or dodge their fucking questions of why I never come home. I just can’t.”
“Why do you have to lie?” Eddie asked, frowning deeply.
“Because I can't just go in there and be all ‘hey everybody! Sorry you haven’t seen me in three years but I went off to college and stopped repressing my homosexuality and now I’m a big giant gay! Surprise! I didn’t bring any present!’”
Richie blurted out the sentence in a span of seconds, words all pressed together until they were barely coherent and Eddie blinked at him as his brain attempted to detangle the mess. His eyes widened as he finally did, and he turned off the car. He buckled himself and almost fell out of the door in his haste to get out.
Tears stung at his eyes as Richie’s brain spiraled down the dark panic of Eddie turning his back on him. Luckily for Richie, Eddie had only been out of the car long enough to rush around to the passenger side and yank it open.
“Come on, out. Let’s go.” Eddie forcibly unbuckled Richie and tugged him out of the car. Hand in hand, Eddie dragged him around the house and towards the backyard.
“Uh, Eds?” Richie’s knees shook brutally as they walked. “What about the groceries?”
“It’s cold enough.” Eddie said sharply. “It’ll basically be like it being a fridge. Relax. This is more important.”
Eddie sat down on the swing set and Richie sat down slowly on the other side. He suddenly remembered all the summer and fall days Richie and his friends would run around on this small swing set. He wondered if Alex and her friends even played on it, and he hoped desperately that they did.
It had started snowing lightly, like flakes falling into their hair. Richie, despite the lingering anxiety, couldn’t help but smile at the way Eddie’s cheeks were starting to redden with the chill. Richie pushed his swing enough to sway, enough to just have something to do.
“Richie-“ Eddie started then paused. He bit down on his bottom lip and furrowed his brow. “I don’t know how to say this politely, so I’m just going to spit it down. Richie. Your family knows you’re gay.”
Richie’s mouth dropped open. He closed his sharply, just to open it again. He shook his head, and closed his eyes. Swallowing deeply, when he opened them again, Eddie was still staring at him softly. “How do you know that?”
Eddie laughed. “Dude, do you know how much I’ve had to hear your mom talk about how she thought we were dating in high school? I’m not sure she believes me when I say that we weren’t.”
“I’m not sure I believe you either.” Richie said quietly, so quietly that he was almost surprised that Eddie even heard him. But Eddie let a small noise, almost as though he was pained.
Suddenly, Eddie’s hands were on Richie’s cheeks and pulling him in. Eddie’s lips were cold and Richie knew his were chapped and probably not very nice, but there was something so heartachingly familiar about kissing Eddie that Richie couldn’t help but sink into it completely.
Eddie pulled back slowly, letting their foreheads stay pressed together. Richie fluttered his eyes open, looking at Eddie with hooded lids. “Why’d you do that?” Richie whispered.
“I’m sorry.” Eddie said sounding mournful. “For… saying we shouldn’t be together and everything that happened before I left for New York. It wasn’t fucking fair to you, you deserved so much better.” Eddie shook his head, pushing Richie’s head as they moved together. “God. I loved you so much and I knew I was hurting you. I was always so sure that the reason you wouldn't come back to Derry because of me.”
Richie shrugged and brought his hands down to rest on Eddie’s hips. “There was a lot of versions. But…” Richie smiled bashfully. “I think I’m glad I came back this time.”
Eddie smiled back and pressed a kiss to Richie’s forehead.
#reddie#reddie fic#richie tozier#eddie kaspbrak#my writing#r + e#otp: i'll chance it#ss fic#DONE WE'RE DONE FAM#im so happy
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It’s once again 1am, let’s get our Hanni on, babe!!!
Primavera (oh! Spring!):
* God, such a shame that we lack Eddie now. She was masterful.
* William!!! BABY BOY!!!! That’s my SON!
* Father/daughter reunion!
* “You were supposed to leave.” Has a MUCH stronger impact because of the vitriol in Hugh’s voice. AMAZING!
* & once again, YOU STAB THE BOY!
* “I wanted to surprise you.” BASTARD MAN!!!!!
* “Do you believe you could change me the way I changed you?” I FORGOT ABOUT THAT LINE! SHIT! God, season 2 was amazing.
* WHY DOES BRYAN LOVE DROWNING ALL OF THE PEOPLE WHO’VE FUCKED HANNIBAL???
* Oh no wait this one works because Teacup
* OHHHHH THE SHININESS ON HIS FACE WHEN HE BECAME THE TEACUP!!! NIIIIICE!
* ABIGAIL IS STILL ALIVE??? THIS BITCH CAN’T DIE!!!!
* Now why did Hannibal hold onto her so tightly from that damn jacket??
* This girl still being so tethered to Hannibal is fascinating. Her need for a father figure is insurmountable. But also fucking hilarious because she is completely ignoring the good father figure in her life strapped to a hospital bed in front of her. Stay with William and never contact Hannibal Lecter again. ¡Así de fácil!
* UMMMMMMMMMMM YUCKY.
* I do not approve of this nightmare inducing knife going through oh shit no he is in the office. Fuck this shit.
* And we’re back at the great Gatsby papers raining down on him.
* I’m so happy we have fire again. We’ve been really lacking that.
* Holy shit. He gave him the answers. He told Will exactly where to find him. Bastard.
* Eight months? I’m glad that William has made a healthy recovery. I am also excited for some father daughter bonding in Italy!
* “You talking about God or Hannibal?” ¿Por qué no los dos? Not to say that Hannibal has a god complex, he does. But he also has a massive fucking perfectionist ego. And, most importantly, he’s Hannibal.
* Gotta admit, love the giant heart thing.
* I’m very confused. We didn’t get enough of a time to have Will be in the investigation and talk to this detective. Because the next time that we see Will after he leaves to go and talk to this detective, he’s heading down the stairs and heading out and this other detective, some thing with a P, is there waiting for him. He just feels like there’s a scene missing. Or… I don’t know. The editing for this film rushed. There was no clear marker that time had passed. Although I am happy that we didn’t get some little interrogation, because the real meat and potatoes what is the conversation from before with this P detective. Again, just wish there was a clearer signal that time has passed.
* This P detective is driven by knowledge. By fact. Which is such a great change from everyone else in the show. As I’ve said yesterday, our three mains, Hannibal, Will, and Bedelia, are all driven by curiosity. By the unknown. This detective is driven by knowledge and a need for closure. There is a clear beginning and ending with him, there is a vast ocean of unknown with the three.
* All right William, let’s have our first murder POV of the season.
* I like this so much better already. We go with a soft fade and not black and whooshing. This is amazing for my oversensitive-ness.
* Is it purposefully meant to look like a heart? Because I also end up hearing a heart in the background. It reminds me of “Daredevil”. I associate heartbeats with “Daredevil”. As one should.
* These close-ups are both disgusting but also cool.
* And now we’re getting gross. And now we are growing our stag. It gets grosser and grosser season.
* “Hannibal follows several trains of thought at once,” OH, ME TOO! “ without distraction from any–“ Never mind.
* “You still want to go with him?” “Yes.” BITCH! I get it, your prefrontal cortex is not fully developed, but at least try and think.
* I see that William is back to hallucinating Abigail. Shame, that.
* Hannibal. Are you spying on your boyfriend?
* You know how I said on the beginning of this that Abigail refuses to die? Kind of regret saying that now.
* You know I’m an absolute SLUT for duality.
* What kind of love how my Italian is bringing me back.
* I’ll take what’s behind door number one.
* Catacombs time, bitches! Let’s go! Best time of the year!
* I didn’t recognize that that was Will‘s voice. It sounded like Fredick lol
* Will is extra sassy tonight.
* Follow the smell of your boyfriends cologne, you little puppy!
* I LITERALLY GASPED!!!! FORGIVENESS??
Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you... um... I think they ate the lighting director from the first two seasons because not only is it dark in terms of subject matter... sometimes you literally can't see shit unless you've got ALL the blinds and doors shut, and the lights off and all that.
So, with the non-pendulum-whoosh thing here, I think it might have something to do with Will and Hannibal becoming one, if that makes sense? Like, Will doesn't have to "go into that mindframe" anymore because it basically IS his mindframe now? Because if memory serves, I think it does come back during the Red Dragon arc (second half of the season.. the last Hannibal arc ever *sobs forever*) when Will’s getting into the mindframe of a different killer, not Hannibal.
Yeah, Abigail has now died three fucking times and I swear it doesn't get any easier to watch! My mum was like "HOLY SHIT, SHE SURVIVED?! HOW DID SHE SURVIVE?!" and I'm sitting there in dead silence. Then That Shit happened and she was like "OH FOR FUCKS SAKE, AGAIN?!"
Oh my god, the forgiveness thing has a continuation in the next episode that is so fucking funny to me, I’m curious if it will be as funny to you... it probably will, we seem to have similar tastes in really *snort-worthy* cannibal jokes.
Ok, so in the next episode it officially becomes a fucking Dracula story with the setting (and some imagery) and it also fixes some issues a lot of fans had with the novel/film Hannibal Rising, re: Hanni's backstory. Also there’s a Supernatural cameo! Granted it’s hard to recognise him but once you know who it is, it’s like ‘OMG, YOUUUUU!!!”
And more delicious Bedelia and such. Have fun! :D
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