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violence-uncut · 2 years

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One helluva reunion. ( j.m. & e.k. )

pairing: jon x eddie

warnings: m/m, sexual situations, thigh riding, choking ( really just eddie's hand around his throat, not so much actual choking )

type: one shot

words: 1,764

summary: Jon and Eddie see each other again after ten years apart.

a/n: So this is my first time writing Eddie in anyway and even though it's mostly taken from the promo inspiring this, I think I like this a lot. hope you all enjoy! this originally wasn't gonna end how it did, but I'm glad it went that way. let me know if I should write more Jon/Eddie.

Jon was ecstatic when he’d heard his long-time friend Kingston had been given an AEW contract. What he wasn’t excited about was facing off against said friend.

Back when they were younger, Jon being the little shit he was back then, Eddie had secretly taken him under his wing when no one was looking.

It being over ten years ago, deep down he still had those feelings he’d developed about the older man. Whether or not Kingston felt the same way now, would be wrong. Or so he thought.

Jon’s face was stoic as he made his way down through the empty arena. Heading towards the one man, hell, probably the only man he really didn’t feel like fighting.

The walk was antagonizing and heavy. All the responses to anything Kingston might say sitting on the tip of his tongue.

Mox could see Eddie from his peripherals as he climbed into the ring. Kingston was egging him and he knew that, fortunately for Eddie; TK made this segment no physicality.

“Get out of the ring! Cut his music, cut his music! Schiavone, get out of the ring!”

Resisting the urge to climb right back out, the anxiety starts in Jon’s feet as Kingston gets right into his face. The skin on skin contact was a bit of a shock and he had to try real hard not to look at Eddie’s lips.

Jon’s ears stopped ringing and he could barely clear the words Eddie was saying to him. Having mastered his poker face, Moxley just stood there, clutching the title over his shoulder. The only tell of any emotion was how hard he was gripping it.

“--- saturday, you understand that? On the seventh I’m gonna ruin you, and I’m gonna take that championship. I'm gonna hand it to my mother and I’m gonna tell her ‘ ma, the reason why you don’t have grandchildren is because of this! The reason I didn’t give you a daughter or a son in law, is because of this! Because this is all that matters in our sport.”

All Moxley could do was stare into the older man’s eyes, face void. He didn’t think this was how their reunion was gonna go. Each bump of their noses together made Jon feel like the other actually wanted to kiss him.

Despite the anger behind his words. He was always able to read between the lines during promos, but Eddie was putting off serious mixed signals. It was hard for him this time to really see.

“It’s too late for me Jon, you ain’t saving nobody. An’ I’m taking that championship from you.”

Just as Kingston was finishing his rant, Mox reached down and gripped the mic. The two men locked eyes as Jon attempted to raise the mic between them.

He could feel the power struggle for the object before Eddie reluctantly let Jon have it, tossing his hands into the air.

The subject of friends and the art of trying to make them was never Mox’s forte. When Eddie made the violin gesture with his fingers, his armor chipped a little.

“I was so happy for you man, I was so happy for you when you signed a contract- shut up, I’m trying to tell you-”

“I don’t care! I. Don’t. Care!”

No matter how many times Kingston interrupted him, Jon kept on speaking, pushing back every time Eddie bumped against him. He just didn’t understand, did he? Moxley did the only thing he knew. It was time to fight.

“I was so happy for you. I was happy for your mother. Whose dream it was- yeah, your mother Ruthie. Whose kitchen table I sat at. Who I said grace with! Who I made a promise to. That I would look after you! That I would always have your back. No matter what trouble you caught for yourself, I made that promise to her. And. . . I guess I broke that promise didn’t I?”

The whole energy changed right there. Eddie had turned his back on Mox amidst his rant. Jon walked up against his back, his lips almost level with Kingston’s ear. The elder had a good few inches on him at least. Jon felt like his body was betraying him the longer he stood against him.

“See, I believe the loudest one in the room, is the weakest one in the room. And you’ve been real loud lately Eddie. Why is that? That’s not you, you’re not weak. So what’s going on up here-”

The small crowd of wrestlers in the seats applauded him as he barely tapped the side of Eddie’s temple. It almost made him want to stop right there.

He so wished no one was even seeing this right now. Acting wasn’t a good fit for him, so hopefully no one could tell what was really going on behind the words these two men were speaking to each other.

“-I think I know what it is. After eighteen years you finally get your shot this saturday. You get your shot. The shot you never thought you would get. Deep down in your heart you know, deep down in your heart you know you’re gonna be in the ring with the AEW world champion. The best wrestler on this planet right now, and you’re gonna lose.

So it is a scary thought, I get it. After eighteen years it turns out, you didn’t deserve it after all. The worst part of this Eddie, the worst part that makes me sick, that puts my stomach in knots; You made a promise, you made a promise to your mother that you. can’t. keep!”

The arena echoed with how loud Moxley’s voice was. The ring thrummed with their movements. Now it was his turn to do the instigating.

Everything that Jon was saying without the microphone was the most important to Kingston and Kingston only. To the AEW galaxy, he looked angry and tense. This tense had a whole other meaning behind it.

After Eddie left the ring, Jon tried to hurry the segment along.

He knew what was gonna happen the minute he made it back to his locker room. He was in for a surprise. Jon ended the segment by kneeling in the center of the ring, shaking his head.

Boy oh boy did he try his best not to interact with anyone on his way back. He only accepted a bottle of water from a stagehand.

He tossed the cap away as he practically chugged it the whole way back to his locker room. His brow furrowed, crunching the empty bottle. Why did it have to come to such lows? Jon knew he’d receive a worried call from Eddie’s mom.

Mox sighed as he entered his room, kicking the door closed behind him. Maybe he was just paranoid about the idea of Kingston waiting for him.

A smile crept onto his lips though. They knew each other way too well for Jon to ignore his gut.

He draped the title over his duffle bag before shrugging off his jacket. He headed over to the bathroom, kicking off his shoes before entering. Mox didn’t even flip the light on before a hand reached out and yanked him into the darkness.

“King, wait ple-”Jon groaned out when Eddie slammed him back against the door by his throat. He reached up, digging his nails into his forearm. He felt Eddie press against him, his eyes struggling to make out his face in the dark.

Jon gave up fighting the other’s hold, arms falling limp at his sides. His chest heaved, all of the sudden he felt the presence of lips near his own. “You just had to bring up my Ma huh?” Eddie growled out, slamming his lips against Moxley’s.

All the tension had left Mox’s body the second their lips touched. He gripped the sides of Eddie’s tank top, keeping the older man’s body against his.

Kingston squeezed his hand once around his neck before breaking the kiss, pressing his forehead against Jon’s. Their eyes had finally adjusted to the dark and all the two men could do was stand there, staring at each other.

“It was the only way I could get you to listen.”

Jon swallowed, feeling his adam’s apple bob against his hand. He felt bad about bringing in the one person he knew Eddie didn’t want to disappoint.

The bathroom had gotten hot at this point. Which didn’t help the way Jon’s body was reacting to the kiss and Eddie’s hand around his throat. “Well I’m listening now, an I know what I wanna be listening to right now.”

Kingston pushed his thigh up in between Jon’s legs, making the trapped man moan under his breath. He couldn't believe this was happening. “King, please.” He sighed out when Eddie started grinding up into his crotch slowly.

“Move.” The elder growled against his ear. Moxley didn’t need to be told twice as he started grinding down on Eddie’s thigh.

The friction of their jeans rubbing against his cock made him moan more consistently. He’d picked the wrong day to go commando.

“At least I know that you know how to listen.” Eddie mumbled against Mox’s neck, sucking at the skin. Jon wrapped his arms around his neck, head falling back against the door.

He worked harder, crying out when Kingston suddenly began grinding his knee up and in time with every jerk of his hips.

They were holding onto each other like their lives depended on it. He could feel Eddie’s big hands on his lower back, helping him edge closer to his climax.

Jon gasped, letting Kingston hold him up as he came in his jeans.

His body jerked with aftershocks, scratching against the back of Eddie’s neck as he came down from his high. “That’s it, such a good boy.” King rasped as he connected their lips.

Mox whimpered into the kiss as the knee between his legs disappeared slowly. It took a second to gather his strength before they broke apart fully.

“Don’t ever bring my family into our personal business again, understand?” Eddie questioned, making sure Jon was staring into his eyes.

All he could do was nod. “Looks like you made a mess on my jeans. Figured you’d wait a little longer before making me have to punish you again. . .” Jon groaned loudly as Eddie reached into his jeans and wrapped his hand around his messy cock.

“Jesus Christ King. . .uh. . .”

This was going to be a wild feud, especially if each altercation ended like this one had.

fin.

#jon moxley #eddie kingston #jon x eddie #aew #eddie x jon #jon moxley x eddie kingston #eddie kingston x jon moxley #m/m #fanfic #moxeddie

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greenglowinspooks · 6 months

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(DCxDP) The obligations of a rogue versus those of a parent (Pt. 4)

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Tw: descriptions of body horror, Dr. Crane has PTSD and Does Not Realize, Crane has an actual panic attack and just doesn’t care, the Riddler makes one (1) sex joke about Batman

Will be crossposted to AO3 eventually

(Pt. 1 here) (Prev here) - (Pt. 5 here)

(Masterlist here)

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Dr. Jonathan Crane is in his lab, the acrid scent of chemicals filling the air, and his hands are shaking.

Danny’s health, for the first week that he had him, had been steadily improving at an extremely quick rate. However, his healing had begun to stagnate. Danny said that it was because his body had run out of ectoplasm, and that while there was a lot of ambient ectoplasm in Gotham, he needed a stronger type in order to heal.

And so, that led Dr. Crane here.

He had stolen the research notes from the Penguin years ago regarding his experimentation on him.

(He quite vividly remembers the sound of bone creaking and groaning as it twisted, lengthened. The squelching of shifting tendons and muscles, the strange fabric-like tightening of skin. The feeling of going from man to monster, of losing all claim to his humanity.)

Danny had called him Liminal, part ghost. He had said that he was transformed by, among other things, a kind of synthetic ectoplasm.

Danny needed ectoplasm.

Crane had the research notes. He had every ingredient necessary. And yet, attempt after attempt failed.

The chemical smell burns his nose. His hands tremble.

Dr. Crane is not afraid.

He doesn’t feel fear anymore. He’s tried to, many, many times, but nothing has worked. And yet, his hands are shaking still.

(The horrifying sensation of vertebrae pop-pop-popping along his spine, growing and lengthening. The unbearable itching beneath his skin as toxin glands begin to form. The feeling of his teeth sharpening and elongating, of his skull growing, of his vision changing and brightening. The awful stench of chemicals. The awful stench of ectoplasm.)

Jonathan takes careful note of his shaking hands, his blurring vision, his accelerated heart-rate and shallow breathing.

(Human hands. Human vision. Human heart and lungs and organs.)

He takes note of them, but he does not let that distract him from the task at hand. Danny is not a chemist, but Jonathan is.

The boy knows enough about chemistry in theory, but he won’t go anywhere near Crane’s equipment. He seems to have some sort of intense fear of laboratory settings, probably developed during his stay with the GiW, and Crane is willing to respect that, if only because he cannot afford to lose him.

As such, Crane is the only one qualified to do this. And, unfortunately, if he isn’t successful the boy may very well die.

He heats the chemicals to precisely the right temperatures, adding each one to its correct container.

Dr. Crane thinks of the Scarebeast, that creature born of cruelty and greed and a sense of superiority. That creature which he tries to ignore is a part of him, that can never be removed. A damage which cannot be undone.

He pours the contents of a small beaker into a larger flask, watching the liquids swirl together. The stench in the air is becoming closer and closer to the one burned into his memory.

Crane’s whole body is wracked with unpleasant sensations. It’s truly unfortunate, he thinks, that despite his mind’s lack of fear, his body still reacts so harshly.

Jonathan’s eyes wander, eventually settling on a purple and green card sitting innocently on the corner of the table.

Right.

Even if they wiped out the GiW tomorrow, and even if Danny could survive without ectoplasm, he would still be in danger.

Crane has to get him back to good health. It’s the only way he can be sure that the boy can defend himself properly.

The solution in the flask begins to foam, and Jonathan does not hesitate as he adds the final ingredient. He pours the mixture into a new container, capping it and placing it into a freezer set to -40 degrees.

Hopefully this time he got the timing right.

Jonathan tries to relax, the ventilation in the room slowly but surely clearing the familiar smell from the air.

He thinks of the letter.

Surely, he thinks, that man can come up with some better material for his jokes. Or, at least something new.

Same old threats, same old attempted poisoning.

Aiming his threats at Danny, though, that was new. New and utterly unacceptable.

Scarecrow did what he had to.

He doubted that his solution would last forever, of course, as with that man it never did. As such, he would prepare both himself and Danny for the inevitable moment that his choices came back to bite them.

However, for the moment, they were safe. Danny could rest and recover, and Jonathan could figure out a plan to minimize possible damages.

Jonathan is no longer shaking.

He’s exhausted. This is his fifth attempt today, and each one leaves an unfortunate strain on his mind and body.

With a sigh, he settles himself into his seat at a nearby desk, opening up his computer and logging his most recent attempt. He still has to wait for it to chill to know if it was successful, but he can always update the logs later.

Once he’s done, he stretches, joints popping loudly as he walks to the freezer.

When he sees the results of his tireless work, the ghost of a smile flits across his face.

Success.

Jonathan picks up the jug of ectoplasm and leaves the lab, which is in all actuality the basement of the new apartment that he moved himself and Danny into after receiving the note. The scrappy old woman who was his landlord had told him that as long as he paid her five hundred dollars up front, she would let him set up in the basement without any questions or cop calls.

And so, the most expensive apartment in the Narrows was his.

At least, he thought, the distance between the basement and the apartment was short enough that Danny didn’t have to sit in while he was doing his labwork.

Jonathan knew that he didn’t exactly have a strong grasp on the concept of ‘lab safety,’ proven by his built-up immunity to almost every toxic chemical he’d ever encountered, and he doubted that Danny should be around such an environment.

He was back to the apartment quickly, not bothering to hide the self-satisfied smile on his face. Danny is sitting in his armchair, trying to read one of his books. Danny looks up, ready to greet him, when he sees the jug in his hands and pauses.

“Is that..?”

“Synthetic ectoplasm,” Jonathan says proudly, “I found the Penguin’s research notes and decided to recreate it, since you said that you needed it to heal properly. I’m not sure if it’ll work the same as what you usually have, but I hope it’s helpful all the same.”

Danny is standing, now, and looking at Jonathan with a strange look in his eyes. He looks, Jon thinks, like he’s about to cry.

Then Danny is rushing forward and wrapping his arms around Jonathan, his scrawny form shaking.

Jonathan is, for a moment, horrified. Did he do something wrong somehow? Why is this child, who’s so afraid of touch, hugging him?

And then he hears Danny’s voice, and he knows that it was all worth it.

“Thank you,” he’s mumbling, over and over, “thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you so much.”

“Of course,” Jonathan says softly, because what else can he say?

The boy cries in his arms for a while, and Jonathan briefly wonders what his life must have been like before, if a person like him can be seen as a comforting figure.

Then, Danny pours himself a small glass of the synthetic ectoplasm, putting the rest into the small fridge which had come with the apartment, and he settles back down, sitting in the armchair once again.

Jonathan sits opposite of him, and they chat with one another as Danny drinks.

Danny talks to him about the stars and tells him about different spaceships, and Jonathan makes sure to pay attention and ask the boy questions.

He doesn’t miss the way that Danny lights up every time he asks him something about his interests. He’s so passionate, so smart, a trait that he seldom sees outside of his fellow rogues, and Jonathan wants to encourage that.

It’s…nice. Peaceful, almost.

And then the front door flies open, because Jonathan isn’t allowed to have nice things.

“Jon,” a familiar voice rings out, “what the hell?!”

Danny is frozen in place, clearly terrified.

Jonathan heaves a sigh, turning to face the nuisance who’s entered his apartment.

“Eddie,” he drawls, “to what do I owe the pleasure?”

Edward’s face is red with anger as he invades Jonathan’s apartment.

“Oh, I don’t know! Maybe it’s the fact that you sent a bunch of rogues a cryptic message and then dropped off the face of the earth for two weeks! I was worried, Jon!”

Jonathan hums in acknowledgement.

“I didn’t think it was that cryptic,” he says, picking up a book in order to pointedly ignore the Riddler.

“Oh, of course you didn’t, you straw-stuffed hickory dickory dickhead. I swear, you’re always—” he pauses, finally having noticed Danny sitting opposite of Jonathan, “—who is this?”

“My apprentice,” Jonathan replies, dreading the upcoming headache he was no doubt going to develop from Edward’s company, “he’s helping me hunt down the GiW. His name is Danny.”

Edward gasps dramatically.

“You—an apprentice?! And you’re letting him sit in the old man chair?! You don’t even let me sit in the old man chair,” he wails, draping himself over the headrest of the couch with a flourish, “Jonathan, I thought I knew you!”

“Edward,” Jonathan says, “get out of my apartment.”

“Oh my goodness, this is incredible. You’re becoming the bat!”

“I am not becoming the bat, Eddie, now get out.”

Edward has a shit-eating grin on his face as he waltzes over to Danny. Danny, who seemed terrified when he first appeared, is now looking at him with obvious amusement written all over his face.

“I mean, look at him! The hair, the eyes, the scrappy build. If you put him in one of those traffic light vigilante costumes, he could easily pass as a Robin!”

“I’m not doing this with you today, Eddie.”

“Riddle me this, Jon: I am a treasure hidden inside of a chest. You can break me, or steal me, or give me a rest. I can flutter, or pound, or attack, or drop, but if you don’t have me, you’re certainly fucked. What am I?”

Jonathan pauses for a moment before he groans, dropping his head into his hands.

“Eddie.”

Danny sits still, a confused look on his face as he repeats the riddle silently. Then, his face lights up in delight.

“A heart!”

“Jon, I like this one,” Edward says with a smile, ruffling Danny’s hair, “you are correct! A heart, something that I wasn’t aware that our dear Jonathan had!”

“Eddie, stop.”

“No, no,” Edward says, “I was worried about you, you deserve this. I mean, you even missed girls night! You never miss girls night!”

“Girls night?” Danny asks, absolutely delighted.

“Oh, of course,” Edward says, sprawling over on the couch, dangerously close to just laying in Jonathan’s lap, “we have it once a week. I’m invited because of Selina and Jon’s invited because Harley likes him.”

“And what does girls night entail, exactly?”

“Eddie,” Jonathan groans, “please.”

“Well,” Edward hums, “we usually paint our nails, or watch a movie, or gossip about the other rogues, and occasionally, we tell each other about any ‘encounters’ we have with Batman,” he says, raising his eyebrows up and down.

Danny’s jaw drops.

“Edward, shut up,” Jonathan says, an irritated tone in his voice that wasn’t there before.

“No way,” Danny says, “I thought that Batman, like, hated you guys or something. You mean he actually..?”

“Oh, the Bat is much like a bottle of liquor or a cheap cigarette, in that he was made to be passed around.”

Danny chokes on air.

“Edward Nygma,” Jonathan hisses, getting out of his seat and looming over the man, “get the hell out.”

Edward pales.

“Leaving, leaving!” Edward says, dashing away from Jonathan. He pauses, turning to flash Danny a quick smile.

“Remember Danny, I’m your favorite uncle! Not any of the other rogues, me!”

With that, he leaves, the room falling completely silent.

And, as per usual, that silence does not last.

“You full-named him?” Danny asks gleefully, “and it worked?”

Jonathan just sighs, sitting down on the couch and rubbing at his temples.

“Please, don’t take anything Eddie says seriously. He’s a moron.”

“Dr. Crane, please let me come to girls night with you,” Danny pleads, his eyes sparkling, “I promise I won’t embarrass you.”

Jonathan groans.

“Of course you won’t, Eddie will do it for you.”

“Come on, please?”

“I think we’re a bit busy with the GiW at the moment,” Jonathan snaps. He pauses as he notices the crestfallen expression on Danny’s face.

This boy is going to be the death of him.

“Perhaps, though, when all that is taken care of…”

Danny cheers, grinning wildly, and Jonathan is not at all relieved to see him happy again. Certainly not.

The rest of the day is relatively normal.

Danny works on trying to get information from the GiW database while Crane refines his his fear toxin, both preparing for a raid on the GiW base they located in Gotham.

It was only a temporary base, nothing of note, but there was a chance of discovering more bases through it, and that wasn’t something either of them were willing to give up.

Still, something like this would take time. Rushing would only lead to failure.

…

Late in the night, long after Danny is fast asleep in his room, Jonathan pauses.

The GiW are not the only threat out there. They aren’t the only threat to him or to Danny. Perhaps it could be helpful to reach out to someone with greater resources than himself.

He sends a quick message to Red Hood.

Hopefully, he thinks, everything will go smoothly.

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#dcxdp #dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dc x dp fic #liminal scarecrow #Jon’s PTSD is triggered by the smell of ectoplasm because his life is a nightmare #HDJFNDNDNFKDJF #I am the master of emotional whiplash #rip Jon just trying to have some peace in this fucking house #never gonna happen king 🫡#oh also Eddie is not lying that bat can manwhore #and like half the rogues in Gotham know this from experience #and also most of the JL #and some of JL dark #btw Eddie and Jon are besties #they’re both awful but they make it work #when Jon full-names Eddie that just means that if he doesn’t stop whatever he’s doing he’s gonna get a dose of fear toxin #Eddie isn’t intimidating enough to full-name anyone so if he gets mad he just bashes whoever in the head with his cane #Jon is the living embodiment of ‘me and my girl don’t argue she bash me in the head with a rock and I walk it off like a man’#also side note I’m not doing any ships in this #because I don’t want to #they are just Like That #if you wanna read it that way though it’s completely fine #also shoutout 2 that one scriddler fic on ao3 that helped inspire that riddle LMAO

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allelitewrestlings · 17 days

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I stand atop of a mountain tonight that nobody has ever stood atop before.

#jon moxley #njpw #njpwedit #aewedit #aew #wrestlingedit #aew x njpw #njriot #event: windy city riot 2024 #moxeddie #eddie kingston #ours: gifs #maker: s #*#tag team: moxley & kingston #iwgp heavyweight championship #tw: blood

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12welveinched · 12 days

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Tagging

Y'all need start tagging y'all fanfics correctly. I don't want to read y'all sucking dick. Y'all be doing that on purpose.

You giving head while they used to chop off yours.

It's not feminist if you're attacking women for being uncomfortable with something. Fiction or not.

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frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe · 5 months

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it's steddiemas!! i am so excited for these prompts!!! i'm sure i'm not going to make something for each day, but there are a good few that i'm excited about; my plan is to make all the ones i do write be one story, but we'll see how that goes 😅

@steddiemas Day 1 - Deck the Halls

pairing: steddie | word count: 1,793 | rated: G

Eddie wakes up too early on November 1st. But hey, when nature calls, you answer.

He takes care of business and is turning back to the guest room he’d crashed in last night when a movement catches his eye.

Someone is awake already, and is weaving a string of artificial greenery along the bottom of the rail where the second floor is open into the living room.

Eddie takes another step forward and sees Steve's face peeking up over the floor, perfectly and completely content. The seemingly always furrowed brow he has is gone, his eyes are soft, and his lips set into a just barely there smile as he hums quietly to himself.

“Steve?” He immediately regrets interrupting Steve’s peace, as he startles at the sound of Eddie’s voice.

He looks up at Eddie briefly, then immediately relaxes back into his task. “Oh, you’re awake! Listen, I love you man,” Eddie’s stomach swoops at the words. “But I'm kinda in a groove right now, so once a couple of the others are up I’ll start making breakfast, ‘kay?”

Eddie nods in agreement despite Steve already looking away back to the garland in his hands. He really wants to ask why in the actual hell he’s hanging Christmas decorations the literal day after Halloween, but what comes out is “How are you not dying right now?”

Steve’s hands pause, and he blinks up at Eddie in confusion so he continues, “You had just as much to drink as I did last night…?”

Understanding floods the other man’s face. “Oh! I have a splitting headache right now.” Steve says, getting back to the task at hand and weaving the end of a string of lights through a gap between the banisters.

“Yet you’re awake. And putting up Christmas decorations.”

“Yes.”

The crease re-appears between Steve's brows, though not nearly as deep as usual.

“Cool. Cool. Follow up question: why are you putting up Christmas decorations?? It’s only the day after Halloween!”

Steve stiffens at that, his brow furrowed fully now.

‘Shit, take it back asshole!’ Eddie chides himself.

“Exactly. It’s time for Christmas.” Steve sniffs, pausing before he continues in a soft voice, “I like Christmas..”

He doesn’t look back up at Eddie, and is now shoving the garland and lights through each gap in the railing, rather than slowly guiding them through.

Eddie watches him for a couple moments then says, “Alright big guy, what can I do to help?”

Steve is immediately relieved, looking back up at Eddie with a big smile (and no crease between his brows, thank you very much), “Wanna put the decorations on the mantle?”

“Sure thing Stevie,” Eddie smiles back at him, turning on his heel to trot down the steps and hang a left into the living room.

He freezes, taking in everything around him he couldn’t see from his spot in the hall upstairs.

There’s red and green tubs, boxes stacked upon boxes, loose strings of cranberries and shedded artificial pine needles absolutely everywhere.

There’s also a complete lack of any Halloween decorations left in the giant room.

So, in the last however long Steve's been awake, he has: cleaned up from their party the night before, put away all the spooky decorations, pulled out a department store’s worth of Christmas decor, and is currently hanging garlands from atop a—holy shit!

“Steve! Why the fuck are you up so high??”

Steve twists back at Eddie's outburst, looking confused as all hell. “What do you mean, ‘Why?’? You just saw me upstairs, how else am I supposed to hang this?” he says, shaking his arm full of un-placed pine and the ladder in the process.

“You could’ve put them in from upstairs! On stable ground!” Eddie stresses, scrambling between and over boxes of holiday cheer to get to the other end of the room.

“I’m fine Eddie, I’ve been on a ladder before.” Steve snorts, going back to his lights.

“Steve, sweetheart, you cannot be up that high on a ladder without someone holding onto the bottom!” Eddie says, finally getting over to him and grabbing onto it with both hands, leaning his weight onto it. “What if you fell? No one was awake! What if no one heard you!”

“Please.” Eddie could hear the eye roll in Steve’s voice, “I was perfectly fine.”

“Yeah, well, Wayne would kill me if I let you commit an OSHA violation.”

“What’s an OSHA?”

“Nevermind, keep working Stevie.”

He continues to work steadily, weaving and pruning the fake greenery to his liking and bunching up the end to stuff between two posts when he decides to come down.

He comes down the ladder and makes to move it when Eddie stops him.

“Oh no you don’t, you’re not going back up there.” he states, quickly letting the ladder fall together back from its extended length.

“I’m not done!”

“Didn’t say you were.” he says, leaning the ladder against the wall instead, out of the way, “You’re just going to do this from up there instead.”

For a moment, it looks like Steve is going to argue, but he gives up before he even starts, huffing petulantly and grumbling up the stairs. “And they call me ‘Mom’.”

“Thanks, Stevie!” Eddie calls after him.

“Yeah, yeah.."

Eddie snorts a quiet laugh, but goes back to his original task. He starts examining the boxes strewn out in front of him, the one labeled ‘GARLAND’ is already open, another boasts the title ‘LIGHTS’, another just says ‘KITCHEN’; after three huge tubs labeled ‘TREE’, he finds a smaller cardboard box with ‘MANTLE’ scrawled onto the side with marker.

You can’t say Steve isn’t organized.

He pulls open the top and starts to pull out the decorations. Everything in this box is colored in the few same shades of red, muted green, a handful more in bright silver. From the bottom, he pulls out a much shorter string of garland than the one Steve’s still fluffing to perfection upstairs, this one wound with a thick red, white, and green plaid ribbon.

“What?” Steve calls down after Eddie starts to laugh.

“More plaid, Steven?” Eddie grins, turning to show the garland in his hands.

This time, Steve snorts out a laugh, “Shut up, man.”

Eddie digs a little farther and comes back out with a small plastic box of thumbtacks and gets to work on the mantle. Using the ribbon to pin the length to the wood above the fireplace, he sets it in place along the edge, glancing up to fluff the fake branches out how Steve’s got the ones upstairs.

He gets into his own groove in no time, going back and forth from box to fireplace and placing the various baubles and tchotchkes how he thinks they should be. The clunky and gaudy seeming holiday themed frames at the bottom of the box throw him off for a moment, but soon there are years of awkward pictures of the shitheads leaning along the mantle.

A little red frame holds one of Max and El laughing brightly in just as brightly colored make-up and clothes, a framed polaroid of Robin and Steve in their Scoops uniforms, one of Will dressed up for Halloween; The pictures all must only be a few years old, Steve didn’t really get to know the kids until ‘84, but this little Dustin in the frame with the 3D train on it, and this one with a very disgruntled-looking Mike with his hair slicked flat in an over-the-top tree frame go right in the front.

“Nancy gave me that one of Mike, if you can believe it. He’s gonna hate that it’s up here.” Steve says from behind him now, a smile in his voice “Claudia gave me this one of Henderson. It’s actually from before their Snow Ball back in Middle school, I did his hair.”

Oh fuck, that’s adorable. Eddie’s heart squeezes in his chest. “You never told me that,” he says, accepting the last frame from Steve. A bright blue one with a Teddy Bear in each of the bottom two corners. This one has a JC Penney professional-looking shot of Erica and Lucas in matching holiday sweaters. Definitely a Mrs. Sinclair specialty.

“Erica gave me that one last Christmas, after everything happened at Starcourt.” he smiles, “They’re gonna hate that they’re all up like this.”

“Good.” Eddie grins, turning to face the other man, “What’s next, Stevie?”

They spend the next couple hours decorating; Steve tackles the tree next, working on it while he directs Eddie what to put up next, and making sure to call him back for any more ladder use at Eddie’s insistence.

At one point, Robin shuffles out from the first floor guest room she shared with Nancy, but she takes one look around and shuffles back down the hall.

Sooner than he thought, Eddie finds himself standing in the middle of a Sears catalog. The tree is huge, a fake one to fit the Harringtons’ high ceilings, covered in multicolored lights, red, green, and silver baubles, stringy silver tinsel, a sparkling star on top.

The stair railings are lit up along both the top and bottom, the kitchen towels and utensils swapped out for holiday themed ones, even the front doormat is switched out for a Christmas themed one.

Steve is wandering around the place, vacuuming up stray glitter and pine needles, poking and prodding things until he’s satisfied, and Eddie is packing up anything unused and carting the tubs and boxes back to the garage.

After his last trip, Eddie swings back through the door to the living room under the steps at the same time Steve is coming back through the other way, both his arms filled with the last of the unused lights.

They collide, of course, and Eddie bends forward on instinct to catch any falling strings

“OOf–shit sorry, Stevie, I–” he glances up at Steve’s face for just a moment, but looks back up immediately, standing straight and keeping his eyes trained on something past Steve’s face, taped haphazardly to the underside of the doorframe.

“It’s okay, Eds, you oka–what’s wrong—?” Steve looks up as well.

Mistletoe.

“Mistletoe? How’d that–? Eddie, I didn’t– You–we don’t have to—”

Eddie’s lips find themselves brushing against the warm, soft skin of Steve’s cheek before the younger man can collect his thoughts.

He lingers there for a moment, pulling back with the lights in his arms instead. “I’ve got these, sweetheart, wanna get started on breakfast?”

Steve looks completely floored, his face flushed red and mouth agape; Eddie gives him a quick wink, then turns back toward the garage just before his own face starts to burn hot. “Holy shit,” he whispers to himself, smiling wide, “Jesus H. Christ.”

it was 100% robin that taped up the mistletoe in case you were wondering lmao

i looked up to make sure OSHA was around in '86 and it was established in 1970, enacted in 1971. if you assume wayne is a union man like i do, he would've definitely known all about proper OSHA compliance

also, i looked up old pictures of 80s era christmas trees and when abouts fake trees came into popularity (which was in the 80s :o) ) to get the descriptions right, and you just know the harringtons would've been on top of all the trends (though i think steve would prefer stringy strips of tinsel over long garlands of the stuff).

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your tags in one of your reblog comments about Steve not realising the effort it takes to make someone squirt because he can always do it 😵 thanks that’s never being erased from my mind now

steve often forgets that being a generous lover, as a man, is quite unusual because his best (and only) friend is a lesbian, so he just runs on the assumption that being giving and considerate is the norm until he meets other men and is like totally spooked, what do you mean you don't go down on your girlfriends, what do you mean you don't really like the taste/smell/look of pussy

he's baffled and robin will hear all about it later

#he's not unaware of this he just kind of forgets #nancy and jon also don't count they're both raging bisexuals #eddie is... well #eddie lmao #inbox #steve harrington x reader

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risingtripletaurus · 2 years

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risingtripletaurus' rockstar fic recs 💋

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personal faves - 🗽

thats^^ more of a personal indicator for me <3 i love all these fics SO much

some didn't have titles, so i just gave them one!

eddie van halen

by your side by @born-to-lose 🗽

a quiet day by @thunderxroad

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tommy lee

without you by @coffeeandcannolis 🗽

strawberries by @looksthatkilledd-writes

close as strangers by @niksixx

but i'm your dumbass by @one-sad-human 🗽

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nikki sixx

tommy's sister by @michelle-is-writing 🗽

my place is up the street by @niksixx

some well needed comfort by @one-sad-human 🗽

love again by @napsandimagines 🗽

to the moon and back by @buckysimp10101 🗽

following all by @youlightmeupfinn

silent treatment 🗽

never thought we'd end up like this 🗽

ghost (series)

exhaustion 🗽

cat and mouse (series) 🗽

dancing on glass (series)

because of you

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vince neil

dinner first by @one-sad-human 🗽

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jon bon jovi

slippery when wet by @born-to-lose 🗽

this ain't a love story by @skydiving-without-a-parachute

following all by @guns-n-jovi

born to be my baby

mercy on me 🗽

on eagle's wings 🗽

hey stranger 🗽

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duff mckagan

i will take care of you by @duffs-shot-glass

wrong number by @born-to-lose

best prank ever by @lost-in-the-80s 🗽

following all by @one-sad-human

soft touches, warm cuddles

you're crazy

following all by @guns-n-jovi

meant what i said 🗽

never again 🗽

the date

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slash

don't you call me baby by @tuffduff

parking lot dances by @itsgaga

just friends by @duffslut 🗽

lucky guy by @zaynsxsoul

following all by @guns-n-jovi

red of the night

all the time 🗽

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steven adler

hairstyles by @born-to-lose 🗽

in these arms by @americanrocknroll 🗽

a better match by @duffs-shot-glass

pinky promises by @one-sad-human 🗽

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axl rose

three days by @one-sad-human 🗽

it was just a joke by @duffs-shot-glass

broken by @axlsangel

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james hetfield

picnic by @anna-n-hetfield

saying hi 🗽 by @you-can-call-me-wanda

cold nights 🗽 by @31-4am

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eddie munson, ig

jon bon jovi isn't very family friendly by @ridestomars 🗽

wrapped around your finger by @lilacletter

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ichorkurt · 2 years

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ficrecs masterlist.

welcome to my ficrecs masterlist! find my main blog @ichorai. find my own fics here.

below the cut includes marvel, game of thrones, house of the dragon, dc, star wars, the boys, friends, bridgerton, bullet train, the gray man, the walking dead, arcane, and succession fics!

marvel.

ೃ⁀➷ bucky barnes.

be still, my indelible love by @pellucid-constellations

code words by @cinebration

cookies and tea by @han-writings

counting by @/pellucid-constellations

depth of a shade by @softlybarnes

dreamscape by @wkemeup

first date by @melwilson

flight risk by @/wkemeup

guiding light by @/wkemeup

harmless by @shurisneakers

henleys and hairties by @lovelybarnes

if without you by @rassvetsky

it will come back by @shedobewritingalittle

i've got you by @majestyeverlasting

keep you warm by @heavenlybarnes

lavender by @/wkemeup

lilac wine by @nexusnyx

looped by @/softlybarnes

nostalgia for the new by @real-jane

safe by @hailhydra920

sleeping on the floor by @duckie-bee

snow days by @bucky-bucket-barnes

the sound of your heart by @jobean12-blog

stairs by @/lovelybarnes

time after time by @intrepidacious

two sides of the same coin by @anonymityisfunwriter

under oath by @ugh-supersoldiers

untitled by @vanderlustwords

valentine by @/softlybarnes

waiting waiting waiting by @/wkemeup

the way he loves by @/lovelybarnes

whatever happens, wherever i go... by @foreverindreamlandd

ೃ⁀➷ charles xavier.

gravitational pull by @lazydoodlesandfanfic

ೃ⁀➷ eddie brock.

exchanges by @whirlybirbs

ೃ⁀➷ frank castle.

wherever you go, i go by @amhrosina

ೃ⁀➷ jack russell.

come back to me by @/cinebration

a good night by @noforkingclue

untitled by @ruby-dragon

ೃ⁀➷ jake lockley.

bad days by @gooddaysmeanwritingdays

the jake problem by @bensolosbluesaber

keep the secret? by @mkfluffluv

trouble sleeping by @the-butterfly-blues

ೃ⁀➷ kate bishop.

this is a hospital by @alotofpockets

ೃ⁀➷ logan howlett.

blast from the past by @lune-hime

the breaking point by @stardustdreams-andcaffeine

dating logan howlett would include... by @chiefdirector

i don’t mind by @siren-and-faies-writing

family outing by @/lune-hime

forever winter by @luna-writes-stuff

if you’ll have me by @make-me-imagine

laura saw you two making-out... by @ellana-ravenwood

logan headcanons by @n1ghtw1ng01

reluctantly here by @moonlit-imagines

tragic endings by @buckyseddie

world on fire by @cobbvanthsblaster

ೃ⁀➷ marc spector.

bad days by @gooddaysmeanwritingdays

a future without you by @/mkfluffluv

halloween again by @/softlybarnes

jealousy by @stevenspector

just let me dream a little more by @the-archxr

lavender kisses by @kiwicider

loss by @b6cky

sleepy thief by @slightlypossessed

trouble sleeping by @/the-butterfly-blues

untitled by @/softlybarnes

ೃ⁀➷ m’baku.

lord of the mountains by @/foreverindreamlandd

ೃ⁀➷ miles morales.

corazón despeinado & cielo en la miente by @parkerflix

ೃ⁀➷ namor.

safest place in the world by @legends-of-apex

sanctuary by @eunsuri

until the waves call me home by @harrysweasleys

ೃ⁀➷ natasha romanoff.

lazy days by @alotofpockets

penguin by @luthorgarbage

ೃ⁀➷ peter parker.

banana split by @/kiwicider

caviar and cigarettes by @curseofaphrodite

ೃ⁀➷ pietro maximoff.

at the end of the day by @acciopietro

peter with an s/o who’s too nice by @takenbypeter

waking up with pietro maximoff by @angelltheninth

ೃ⁀➷ steve rogers.

as you wish by @rookthorne

bridges break by @/shurisneakers

hide and seek by @earth616variant

parade by @rodrikstark

surname by @withbuckybarnes

a threat beneath the nice veneer by @witchywithwhiskey

untitled by @blushstories

ೃ⁀➷ steven grant.

10.21 am by @brockify

bad days by @/gooddaysmeanwritingdays

cuddling headcanons by @bowieandqueen11

heaven's cloud by @/brockify

jealousy by @/stevenspector

loss by @/b6cky

trouble sleeping by @/the-butterfly-blues

untitled by @forever-rogue

ೃ⁀➷ wade wilson.

untitled by @thebisexualdogdad

wade hitting on you, clossus’ sibling by @/moonlit-imagines

game of thrones / house of the dragon.

ೃ⁀➷ aegon targaryen.

pretty when you cry by @/kiwicider

ೃ⁀➷ aemond targaryen.

and what of your love? by @endless-ineffabilities

the campain by @sapphire-writes

can’t help falling in love by @lauraneedstochill

can i sit here? by @aemonds-war-crime

citrus by @aemondx

devotion by @milliesdiary

the dance between dragons by @house-strong

dragons, knights, and princesses by @runningmunson

education by @oneeyedvisenya

haven’t i been good to you? by @cosmoeticss

heartbeat by @spideymatcha

i’d rather be sad with you, than anywhere away from you by @jasonsmirrorball

i’m a damsel, i’m in distress, i can handle this by @valeskafics

in a week by @/oneeyedvisenya

in dreams by @/oneeyedvisenya

in the beginning by @avtrbee

judas by @s-brant

just kill me and be done with it by @targaryenrealnessdarling

a mother for a son by @/targaryenrealnessdarling

nectar of the gods by @aemndx

now i draw a luxury nxde by @xfancyuu

not at all in love by @/oneeyedvisenya

one eye open when i’m sleeping by @just-some-random-blogger

persuasion by @aemonds-sapphire

practice makes perfect by @1800-fight-me

she was lovin’ me, she was wantin’ me by @astrumark

a song of flames and fury by @/sapphire-writes

a stranger by @/targaryenrealnessdarling

time can’t stop me quite like you did by @/jasonsmirrorball

tipping point by @/oneeyedvisenya

touch starved aemond by @aemondsbeloved

unexplained illness by @warmfieldofgrass

the warrior princess by @theold-ultraviolence

whispers unsaid by @/theold-ultraviolence

unnoticed by @/aemonds-sapphire

untitled by @/aemonds-war-crime

untitled by @themotherofhorses

ೃ⁀➷ daemon targaryen.

in the shadow of your heart by @/endless-ineffabilities

puppy love by @/just-some-random-blogger

ೃ⁀➷ jacaerys velaryon.

the dance between dragons by @/house-strong

love, parents, and truths by @/house-strong

under the weirdwood tree by @targaryen-jpg

unexpected visit by @jacesbeloved

ೃ⁀➷ jon snow.

the jealous type by @ninjasawakenedmystar

the making of a man by @januaryembrs

moon of my life by @depends-on-the-sellsword

a northern light by @fallatyourfeet

snow by @l4verq

ೃ⁀➷ robb stark.

robb stark being protective would include... by @imagines-all-day-everyday

ೃ⁀➷ sansa stark.

warmth by @megsironthrone

dc.

ೃ⁀➷ adrian chase.

complex simplicity by @bingoboingobongo

my favorite girl by @vigilvntes

now or never by @/whirlybirbs

on her majesty’s supersonic service by @training4theapocalypse-backup

ೃ⁀➷ bruce wayne.

convenience by @imaginingmarvelandeverything

lingering shadows by @/foreverindreamlandd

middle of the night and shadows in the night by @hollandorks

i won’t drown, batman by @twinklelilstarkey

the way down by @whats-rambled-rambled

a world alone by @/vigilvntes

world’s greatest detective by @bkwrm523

ೃ⁀➷ dream / morpheus.

darling by @daddyjackfrost

the deal by @spideybatsy

exit light, enter night by @clints-lucky-arrow

how to mistakenly summon an ancient being & keep him by @writethrough

imagine being the one who releases morpheus by @undiscovered-horizon

love game by @/avtrbee

playing with morpheus’ hair by @paradiseinaverno

the mixup by @7-wonders

morpheus’ love languages by @auroraborealyss

saving grace by @/avtrbee

today i bury you in me by @the-darklings

star wars.

ೃ⁀➷ poe dameron.

the f-word by @the-little-ewok

heartless by @youvebeenlivingfictional

officially unofficial by @thelovelylolly

one last dance by @loud-mouth-loser

peacetime by @lomlpoedameron

untitled by @starryeyedstories

the boys.

ೃ⁀➷ black noir.

domestic by @mlmxreader

in your dreams by @seeds-and-sins

friends.

ೃ⁀➷ friends.

how the friends characters would react to you asking for their pronouns by @lanawinterscigarettes

ೃ⁀➷ joey tribbiani.

the one where you’re dating joey by @charliewritesfanfic

untitled by @maximoff-pan

bridgerton.

ೃ⁀➷ benedict bridgerton.

365 days of you by @promenadewithme

as a kite by @saintlike78

benedict bridgerton and marriage by @iliveiloveiwrite

en garde by @delphispoeticals

forgive me by @benedictscanvas

invisible string by @purelyfiction

it is just tea by @leahsficemporium

knight in shining armor by @magpiencrow

matchmakers by @siempre-bucky

muse of mine by @murswrites

my heart, my future by @/make-me-imagine

pall mall by @tontattletale

paint with me by @/magpiencrow

the princess and the lord by @ficnacs

that’s my wife! by @wysteria-clad

they’re not the only ones by @/maximoff-pan

this and the next by @/iliveiloveiwrite

whatever the poets say by @cressidaclearwood

bullet train.

ೃ⁀➷ tangerine.

all in a days work by @fookinfandoms

bathroom b!tch by @keravnous

confessionals by @dragoneye01

crazy in love by @danny-cordray

tangerine comes home to you asleep by @magicchai

the gray man.

ೃ⁀➷ court gentry / lloyd hansen.

only the lonely and stop all the clocks by @charnelhouse

the walking dead.

ೃ⁀➷ rick grimes.

rick protecting you would include... by @joelsgeetar

arcane.

ೃ⁀➷ viktor.

all nighter by @shimmerforall

aphrodisiac with academy student viktor by @zaunitearchives

forgotten by @ficfanatictrf

human testing by @the-hidden-pages

rest by @writingmysanity

a theory by @gaybybirth

untitled by @astudyincontrasts

viktor with a sleey s/o headcanons by @kitt357

wet dreams by @/gaybybirth

succession.

ೃ⁀➷ roman roy.

bear hug by @richeeduvie

the blood pours by @bowieandqueen11

cuddling with roman roy by @/richeeduvie

date death by @/richeeduvie

heartbreaker by @the-west-meadow

hit me by @/the-west-meadow

jump then fall by @lukas-matsson

just close your eyes by @/lukas-matsson

like a leopard’s tongue in the mouth of a snake by @z3nitsusgf

neck and neck by @/richeeduvie

out of control by @jaebeomsbitch

phone line by @/richeeduvie

pining and anticipation by @aprilthearcher

the poison drips through by @itsasainz

red bird by @wildlunar

resolved issues by @/bowieandqueen11

roman roy being jealous would include... by @/bowieandqueen11

roman roy x age-gap reader headcanons & part two by @missscarlettangel

roman roy smut headcanons by @succcession

romeo take me somewhere we can be alone by @/missscarlettangel

romulus by @/richeeduvie

sneakers by @/richeeduvie

steamed by @/richeeduvie

sunlight by @/bowieandqueen11

this slant of light by @/richeeduvie

touch me (i’m sick) by @/richeeduvie

untitled by @/richeeduvie

untitled by @/the-west-meadow

untitled by @/z3nitsusgf

what’s an office crush? by @/missscarlettangel

when he’s gone by @/the-west-meadow

while you were sleeping by @/richeeduvie

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im-just-a-mississippi-girl · 7 months

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Haunted House

Pairing: Eddie Kingston x female!reader, Jon Moxley x female!reader

Category: Fluff

Word count: 932

Summary: Eddie and Mox lose a game of trivia which leads you to taking them to a haunted house because they claim they don’t get scared, but what you catch on camera says otherwise.

Warnings: None

A/N: This is Day 3 of the Season of Fluff 2023 prompt list that @katries created with the help of @mrsmatt Also, shout-out to @darqchilddaydreamz for the idea! 🧡

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Who would have ever thought that the Eddie Kingston and the Jon Moxley would get scared by a haunted house? Not you, but you were damn sure proud to have it on video.

“This is so stupid.” You heard Eddie grumble from behind you as led the way through the parking lot of the haunted house.

Jon shook his head and ran a hand over his face. “No, what’s stupid is you saying that the only way to….”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at the bickering of the ‘married couple’ behind you. “Oh, come on guys, it’ll be fun!” You fell into step with the two men and nudged each man in the side. “If you get scared, I’ll hold your hand.” You snickered to which you received a pair of glaring looks.

After a twenty more minutes of waiting in line, the three of you finally reached the front. “It’s about time!” Eddie all but yelled. You rolled your eyes and paid for your ticket, waiting for the tough guys to hurry up.

The wait for your group’s turn was fairly short and soon enough the three of you were through the doorway and into the first room. The door slammed shut with a loud bang as a disembodied voice began talking about the legions of doctors looking for new patients. “Ooooh, I’m so scared.” Eddie mocked, rolling his eyes.

“Okay tough guy, since you’re not going to get scared, you get to be the leader.” You said, shoving Eddie towards the door from behind. You heard snickering from behind you causing you to whip around. “And you, Mister Moxley, can go behind me so whoever follows us can grab you since you’re so tough as well.” You state, pointing your finger at him. Like Eddie, Mox rolled his eyes but did as you said.

Once in line, the three of you headed into the next room. Each room got scarier as you continued, the special effects, sounds, and smells grew more and more intense and intricate. There was a room of ‘bodies’ hanging from the ceiling you had maneuver through, a room that was pitch black causing you to rely on touch, and a little spinning tunnel you had to get through. You noticed halfway through the haunted house that Mox and Eddie had become very quiet recently. Not so tough after all, are we?

You could sense the three of you were nearing the end as you caught a glimpse of groups dispersing as they neared what appeared to be the exit curtain. You were determined to scare Eddie and Mox before you reached the exit. As you looked around at the people dressed up, you spotted a big burly man with a chainsaw. That’s it! Now to figure out how to get the man to help you. You subtly let go of the back of Eddie’s hoodie and slipped behind Mox while he was analyzing the fake blood splattered all over the room. You were thankful that Mox hadn’t had a hold of you. Slowly you snuck away from your soon to be victims and towards the chainsaw man. You looked around and didn’t see any groups around and the boys were just out of earshot.

The man noticed you walking towards him. Staying in character, he tried to scare you but you weren’t fazed, you were on a mission. “I need your help with scaring those two guys over there. They claim they’re not scared and I have to scare them.” You told the chainsaw man who gave you wicked smile as he continued to stay in character. “You can decide what to do, you are the expert here.” The man nodded as he quietly slipped into the darkness off to the left you. This is going to be good.

You pulled out your phone to capture the moment on video and casually rejoined Eddie and Jon, who had no clue you had wondered off. You glanced over in the direction the chainsaw man went, you didn’t see him at first but subtle movements caught your eye. The man motioned for you to guide them around the corner to which you nodded in agreement.

It took a few minutes to get the guys around the corner but when you finally did, the man with the chainsaw let the guys pass as you quietly lingered at the corner. You pushed record right as the man jumped out revving his chainsaw a foot behind Mox and Eddie. Both men jumped and let out a shriek while you captured the glorious moment on camera. You were holding back laughter even as you watched Eddie whip around to throw a punch and Jon dragging him away.

“Thanks man!” You turned to the chainsaw guy, thrilled with what just happened, only to find him gone. You didn’t think much of it and headed to catch up with Eddie and Jon who were waiting at the exit. Before you could reach them a loud bang went off causing you to almost have a heart attack. You heard Eddie and Jon cackling. You finally reached them as their laughter finally died down. “I wouldn’t laugh too hard boys. I got something that proves the big bad tough guys can be scared.” You singsonged, waving your phone in the air and taking off through the exit and towards the car before either man (mostly Eddie) could grab it and delete your proof. Smartly thinking you texted Renee the video to which she responded with the cry laughing face emoji (🤣) with the words ‘I’m tagging along next time.’

General Taglist: @legit9thlunaticwarrior @plentyoffandoms @1dluver13xx @sunshinevirus @wwenhlimagines @crowleysqueenofhell @jackson-nickthedate13 @omg-im-such-a-masochist @kmc1989

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