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rustedhearts · 11 months

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hurt (boxer!steve x librarian!fem reader)

summary: steve’s looking to blow off some steam after his first title fight loss, and you tend to him the best you know how.

uses she/her pronouns and female anatomy.

♡ the king of ring ♡

tags: make way for steve's ego!, smut, like...accidental size kink idk how that happened honestly, steve's not an official dom b/c we don't do that anymore around here but he's a dom, little bit of blood, more biting!!, bruising.

dallas, texas april 1991

"Goddamn it!"

The door to Steve's dressing room flung open, hurling toward the wall with a resounding bang. You flinched, slowly standing to your feet from your place on the leather couch. You were carted back stage by an assistant a few minutes ago, just as the arena, and all of America, saw the referee raise Steve's opponent's fist in victory—for the first time in his career.

Steve stomped into the room, beat red and dripping sweat. He was practically steaming. Your palms slicked as Big and Mikey trailed in behind him, prepared to do damage control.

"Harrington...it happens—"

"—to amateurs. To losers. Not to me," Steve snapped, voice booming and sharper than a sword. You jumped again when his gloves went flying into the wall.

He flattened his damp hair against his skull, fingers jumping and arms buzzing. You could see it brewing on his face—he was going to explode. His jaw clenched, his eyes darted around the room, he began to pace. Tick, tick, tick. It was only a matter of time before he'd burst.

"It's one loss, Steve," you piped up, stepping toward him to comfort. "It's really not that big of a deal in the grand scheme of—"

"Undefeated, Libby. Y' know what undefeated fuckin' means?"

You felt the strain of muscles in your face, how gravity pulled them downward. Big, hands on his hips and head cocked disapprovingly, glanced at you. It was getting easier to spot the cracks between the pair of you these days.

"Steve," you sighed, gathering his gloves from the floor to place them in his bag. "I'm just saying—"

"—I'm not supposed to fucking lose! And maybe I wouldn't 've, if you did your fuckin' research."

You craned to look over your shoulder, finding Steve's gaze on his coach. Steve had taken a step closer, now toe to toe with a man much larger than him. Big—graced with a name that, in all reality, didn't do the sheer size of him justice—fixed Steve with a steady, unimpressed stare. But the thing about Steve when he was angry? Truly angry, seething, seeing black.

He'd fight anyone just to feel release.

"Come on, man," Big huffed, head shaking.

You zipped up Steve's duffel, sinking down on the couch again to rub your temples. This was going to be a long night.

"He was a switch hitter. Woulda been a good thing to know...don't you think? Huh?" Steve sneered, looking up his nose at his coach.

Big held his hands up in surrender. "These things happen, Harrington—"

"Not. To. Me."

The room fell to a ringing silence. Mikey lingered near the door, anxiously petting his mustache. The paparazzi were waiting, huddled at the end of the tunnel for a snap of Steve, 'The King of the Ring' Harrington's first loss. He had a post-fight conference in forty minutes. The endorsement representatives would be coming by to offer their pitiful condolences that you knew would only enrage him.

"They don't fuckin' happen to me," Steve growled, pounding at his glistening, heaving chest with a gauze-wrapped fist.

Big just shrugged, watching Steve turn to stomp your way. You stood, reaching for his arms. All you wanted was to comfort him, soothe him, bring him back to that grumpy but agreeable Steve you all knew. You'd never seen him like this—because he'd never been like this. He'd never lost.

Big inched forward on one foot, but when Steve was merely stiff and silent in your gentle, stroking touch, the coach backed away toward the door. He was always a little cautious after the incident in New York last year. He didn't like the way Steve grabbed you, and he didn't like the way he kept doing it ever since.

Mikey opened and closed his mouth like a gaping fish, searching for something to say but too afraid to muster it into words. Steve looked murderous. His huffing and puffing was so loud you worried he'd start to hyperventilate.

"Try to cool it before the cameras start, would you?" Big opened the door, turning to direct a pointed look Steve's way.

Steve, facing you but glaring over your head at the wall, turned sharply toward his coach. "Fuck you."

The door muffled Big's sigh, and you parroted the sound as Mikey disappeared behind him and Steve immediately ripped away from you. Your hands fell to your sides limply, chest squeezing tight.

"Steve—"

"—m' showering."

You took a small step after him toward the showers. "But—"

He stomped off, sneakers slapping on the damp tile. He disappeared around the corner, and you deflated in the center of the dressing room with a frown. When the stream of water hissed, you sank back down on the couch and waited, eyes aching and head pounding, a sour taste like acid in your mouth.

♡ ♡

Steve skipped the press conference. The press would call him a sore loser, his opponent would look like a gracious, genuine fighter, and his endorsements would call Mikey berating and scolding him for his client's actions.

But Steve didn't care. He couldn't face a crowd of reporters and paparazzi as a loser. A failure. He'd face them as a winner, or nothing at all.

They called him The King. His crown was starting to fall. You just wished he could step down from the throne every once in a while.

On the ride home, you reached for his hand and flinched when he flicked yours back into your lap. You searched for his eyes but met only the side of his face. Those hard cheekbones, purpled and blued; that swollen brow bone, torn at the corner and weeping red. His lip was fat and he kept running his tongue over the slit in the righthand corner. You knew he was reveling in the sting, bathing in the pain. He needed it when his fists started shaking like this.

Yet despite the visceral fury physically steaming off him, he was eerily...calm. Calm for Steve, calm for a man with a head as a hot as hell itself.

When Steve was silent like this, you knew a nightmare was brewing.

The car pulled in front of the hotel doors, and Steve yanked your door open with such monstrous force that you worried it would come right off the hinges. Some men had a Midas touch. Steve's was Herculean.

He was silent in the elevator, huffing only short, sharp breaths through his nose. He was silent through the hall, stomping with long, bounding strides. He was silent when he slammed the hotel door after you and tossed his duffel on the velvet chaise lounge near the bar. He was silent as he eased back against the black marble and crossed his arms.

You slowly slipped off your heels, hooking your fingers in the straps to bring them toward your luggage in the other room. You eyed him carefully as you passed him, breezing by in a whiff of sweet, citrusy perfume. The diamonds in your ears flashed his eye with a streak of white, catching the lamplight on the end table.

You were nearly to your destination when his gruff voice cut through the tender quiet.

"C'mere."

You paused, surprised just by the sound of his voice. You turned halfway, digesting his demand. Stern, rigid, empty. It mirrored his expression: emotionless. Your heels dangled near your thigh, fingers curling tighter around the straps.

Steve lifted his chin, eyes rolling away from the floor to fix steady on you. They held that heavy-hooded look you were always wary of. He had his fists tucked under his biceps, enlarging the bulging muscles, protruding the overworked veins. The thin black cotton stretched across his body strained.

Your cheeks flamed and your insides wriggled about the same way they do when he whispers in your ear. You stepped your legs a little closer to each other, tightening between your thighs.

"Steve, I—"

"—come. here."

You held his gaze, face half shadowed by the dark side of the room, brightened by the gentle lamplight on the other. His chest rose and fell steadily, and yours struggled with every inhale. He didn't twitch an inch, didn't move a muscle. The solidity to his steadiness always unnerved you. Right now, it made you want to take a bite of his bicep, where the skin was warm and firm and you knew it would taste like salty sweat.

Right now, the way he was staring at you like you had no other choice but to come to him—like he knew you would listen to him because he had such a deep, clawing, biblically powerful hold over you—made you want to devour him.

You dropped your heels on the carpet, where they landed with a muffled thud. You took small, breezy steps toward him. You felt like you were gliding. You felt so much smaller than you were, so minuscule and tiny under his pinning stare. You felt like he could cup you into his hands and crush you, and something about that thought made you tingle.

You came to a stop when your toes brushed his boots, sweaty sneakers discarded in his gym bag. Palms sticky at your sides, fingers grasping for the hem of your black dress, you tipped your head back to meet his gaze when he slipped one hand from under his arm and tucked it under your chin. Propped between his index and thumb, you let him tug you closer—urge you with just the gentlest of pressure. Your stomach pressed against his belt, and the way his head tipped to gaze down at you made your breath hitch.

Still resting against the marble, Steve seemed cool and eased as he bent to meet your mouth. You trembled on the tops of your toes, too impatient to wait for him to meet you, too desperate to find his lips and taste them. He'd never tell you, but he found it sweet, how mindlessly eager you got for even the smallest of his affections.

Your eyes sank closed when your mouths touched. Gently at first, but with an inch from Steve, his mouth molded against yours with a firmness most like his usual affections. A firmness unyielding, leaving no room for breath and no space for escape. But you were happily pliant to his hand spreading to hold your jaw in his wide palm, nearly sighing in relief when he finally switched from impassively cool to the Steve you knew:

Forceful. Mean. Rough.

His tongue swept your bottom lip like the tickle of a feather, though your giggle became a strangled whimper when his spare hand came to gather the hair at the nape of your neck. Free from confines and soft from hotel shampoo, it was a welcome feeling in his palm, and like he couldn't stop himself from reaching for more of it, he yanked. Fist curled tight against your scalp at the back of your head near your neck, he tugged just once—hard.

You popped away from his mouth with a wet smack and a scratchy whine, catching flashes of striped wallpaper before his mouth attached to your neck and sent you flying into blurriness. You held onto him for dear life, hands leaving splotchy white marks on his biceps. And just as you suspected: they were hot and soft, stiff and massive.

He latched onto the column of your throat with a suction like a vacuum, and you caught glimmers of starlight as he lapped and nipped. His teeth scraped the wet mark when he pulled away, and your body gave a convulsing shiver that, this time, made him exhale a chuckle against your skin. His nose slid through the slick spit, gliding across your throat and up your chin, brushing your cheek when he met your mouth again. His hand returned to your jaw to squeeze, the other still firmly planted in your hair. Your scalp began to buzz in a way that felt like a dead tingle.

The kiss was delicate this time. Careful, precise, like he was worried he'd break you. But Steve never worried about breaking you. He liked you that way. He loved how much you needed him to make sense of you.

Steve slowly pulled back, waiting until your eyes fluttered open and blinked at him with slow, breathless beats before rubbing the pad of his thumb over your swollen mouth. His own seemed a little larger, and as he tipped his head toward the light, you realized his lip had split open again with the force of his kiss. Your tongue immediately sought the remnants on your mouth, relieved to locate the metallic taste just past your bottom lip on your chin.

Steve's lip twitched at that.

"On the bed, baby." His voice was so soft that you were sure you'd fabricated it.

But then he let go of your hair and dropped his hands to his sides, and before he could blink in that expectant, impatient way, you spun around and hurried toward the bed. You were on your knees and about to reach for your zipper when Steve caught your wrists. It was the smack of skin on skin that made you freeze, catching his eye to find it empty again.

"Ah-ah," he scolded gruffly. "Hands down. I'll do it."

He released you and you obeyed, lowering your hands to your sides. Steve inched closer, and your head met his chest as he curled over the front of you to find the back. You inhaled quietly, searching for his scent. Muddled soap and heavy sweat, a cigarette smoked in the lot on the way to the cab. You brought your hands to his stomach and slipped them under his skirt, sweeping them across his muscular sides. He twitched, chuckling deeply despite himself against your neck. Your zipper snicked as it escaped your spine and fell to your tailbone, and your dress pooled in your lap as Steve stood tall again.

You tipped your head back to gaze at him, cheeks swollen with heat and lip caught between your teeth. Your hands were still under his shirt, still gripping him like a toy. He gave you it, pulling his shirt over his head with a tug of the back collar. It flew across the room in a dash of black fabric, and then you were gazing at his lean-cut muscles peppered with black and blue and a few fading greens. His stomach flexed when you brought your fingers to circle the nearest bruise, a grunt balling in his throat.

You returned both hands to his sides, right above his belt. Leaning forward on your knees, you pressed your mouth to the warm patch of skin where blood pooled and painted him colorful. You puckered a gentle kiss. Steve swallowed, jeans tightening. Mouth still pressed against him, you lifted your eyes to gauge his expression and he felt like he could burst.

His hands slid into your hair, pushing your head back with a grip on both sides. You rubbed your thumbs into his muscles, massaging the strain.

"Does it hurt?"

He eased his grip on the right side of your face and brushed your hair behind your ear. He stroked your cheek with the back of his knuckles, head cocking toward his shoulder. The scabs of a bare-knuckle practice scratched the skin on your face in the nicest way. He still smelled like blood.

"I like it to," he said.

You pushed off on your heels, nose brushing his chin as you inched closer to his height. He slid your hair over your shoulder to bare your neck, placing the breeze of his knuckles there.

"Me too."

Steve's eyes snapped away from your neck toward your own, a brief flash of surprise seeping through the brutish void. When you gnawed on your lip and danced your fingers over the firm leather of his belt, he let the surprise slip away as swiftly as it came.

In its place came the animalistic need to tear you apart.

He pushed your hands away without a word, and you sank back down to your heels on the mattress, watching with round, welled up eyes as he undid his belt. The buckle clinked and hung loose at his pelvis. The zipper snicked. The denim of his jeans whooshed down his legs. In only his boxers, tight against him and leaving nothing to the imagination, he resumed his hold on your face to direct your attention back to his eyes.

He pulled at the sleeve of your dress hanging limply in your lap. "Off."

You made quick work of discarding the fabric, sliding it down your legs and throwing it away. Steve snapped your bra strap next, and you bent your arms behind your back to unhook the band. All he had to do was flicker his eyes toward your panties for you to remove those, too.

When you were naked, you waited a beat. A moment of such palpable silence that you were certain he'd hear your heart beating. With the way your blood started rushing to your ears, pumping with such forceful gushes and thumps, you could barely hear anything over it yourself.

Then you reached for his bulge, aching and waiting, unable to contain yourself. Once more he grabbed your wrist, holding your touch away from him. You reached with the other hand, happy to play his game. He grabbed that one, too, and soon he had you right where he wanted.

Though, not quite.

He slammed you against the mattress on your back. Pinned by his hold on your arms, flattened by his weight pressing down on you. Your heart moved to your throat, throbbing wildly. Your legs instinctually parted to make room for him between them.

Steve searched between your eyes, bouncing between left and right, inhaling your every exhale. When he saw nothing but bliss, he slid your arms above your head and crossed your wrists together. Gripping them in one big palm, he used the other hand to mark a path down your side that had you squirming and shivering. You giggled when he circled your navel, only to gasp when he swept two fingers down your pelvis.

He knew your body like the back of his hand. He knew every route to take. He knew the shortcuts that would bring you to your fastest peak. He knew the long, winding paths that would make you whine and cry and beg him to cut you a break.

He knew you.

Just like you knew him, and how much he needed to be the biggest in the room. How much he needed this power over you, this control over you. Sometimes, he traveled too far. Sometimes, your favorite thing in the world was when he took over the wheel.

You wanted his control. You needed it.

Steve gently guided the tips of those two fingers between your legs, pushing just gently past the warm, squishy barrier. You sucked him in, mouth unhinging with another gasp when he sank the length of his fingers in entirely. The grip you had on him was tight, and your thighs were already shaking when he brought his thumb to your clit, beating and pulsing with want for his attention.

"You like it to hurt," he whispered, eyes sliding briefly toward your bare chest before your eyes again.

You bobbed your head, face so hot it hurt. "Yes."

"Do you want it to hurt, angel?"

"Please."

Steve didn't let you wait, and for this you were grateful. His hair tickled your cheek, his breath fanned your neck, and then his mouth was clamping onto the patch of tender muscle between your shoulder and neck. His teeth sank in, delivering a dull sting that made you shriek. He pulled away when you began to pant.

He moved his mouth to your breast, fingers loosening around your wrists. He sank into the squishy fat, gathering a chunk of it between his teeth. It stung a little sharper, hurt a little better. You cried out this time, and he pumped his fingers in a gentle push and pull as he moved to the other breast. You could barely suck in a breath.

Wet patches caught gusts of cool air as he maneuvered over your body, covering you in his mouth and leaving you with his teethmarks to prove it. He released your wrists, but your head was so fuzzy and full of air that you didn't even think to move them. Steve wanted them there. You wanted what Steve wanted.

Steve clamped down on your waist, following the valley of your curves. You jerked the other way, body instinctually recoiling. He bit into your hip, then your thigh, then your stomach, then the thin skin just above your pelvis. He had you covered in him and writhing for more, cheeks soaked with tears he was certain you didn't even know were shed.

Face pinched and pooling with red-hot heat, you gasped for air and arched off the bed. Steve's fingers worked deeper between your legs. His thumb rubbed with the firmest pressure in just the right spot. You stomped your feet against the mattress and whined, long and howling.

"Steeeeve."

It burned, he could tell. He could tell by the way you trembled and closed your legs around his hands. He could tell by the way you blinked tears to the ceiling, how you balled your hands into fists—still above your head. You couldn't hold steady and you looked close to nausea.

Steve settled on his knees between your legs, free hand smoothing over your wobbling thigh. He loomed over you with an empty expression, taking in your bare body and his mouth branding nearly every inch of it.

Just as you lifted your back again, hands flying down to grip the mattress in preparation for the orgasm winding a knot behind your navel, Steve ripped his fingers away. You cried—a pitiful, pathetic, snot-filled sob that sliced through the room and made Steve huff.

But Steve had mercy on you. He replaced his fingers with something better, and your cry dwindled to short sniffles as the head of his cock breached your throbbing entrance. He slid your thighs over his, pulled you down until you were forcing half of him in. You howled again, head tipping back, hands reaching for his. You found them on your waist, gripping in a vice.

With slow and steady caution, Steve eased between your legs and mounted over you once more. He propped himself on his forearms, caged on either side of your shoulders to squish your arms against your sides. There was nowhere for you to run. You were inching close to orgasm again already just at the thought.

Steve cupped his palm over the crown of your head and leaned in until his nose brushed your own. His thumb pressed against your forehead, his breath tickled your open, shining mouth. You could see the blood gathering on his lip again. It wobbled there, at the split seam of soft tissue. It glistened and, in your foggy, fucked-out mind: it called to you.

You swept it up with your tongue, sucking with a gentle pull that made Steve's seem cruel. But even that delicate, meek suction had him groaning, had him bucking into you wildly. You released him and he followed the metallic scent of your breath, thanking you for his brief sting with a nip on your bottom lip.

'Hurt me, so I can hurt you.'

And squished under him, taking every assault of teeth and lapping up the blood, you found something in pain you never knew was possible: peace.

A simple, mindless transaction. I hurt you, you hurt me. This is how we say I love you.

Hurt me. So I can hurt you.

Steve pressed your heads together, rutting into you so deep you almost thought you could feel him in your throat. But maybe that was just more tears, pooling and lumping until you couldn't swallow past it. So you released it, weeping in a way that had Steve kissing your hot, sticky cheeks just to ease the hysteria. But he wanted those tears, and he basked in how they tasted on his mouth.

In one final effort, one last turn toward his destination, Steve reared back just enough to bring his hand down on your ass, thigh hitched over his hip to bare it to him. It slammed down with a sharp clap, delivering a sting that spread like wildfire and reverberated through your thighs and spine.

It was exactly what you needed to shatter. It sent you stumbling, clinging to Steve like you'd fall apart without him holding you steady. You weren't entirely sure that was false. You whimpered into his neck, fingers buzzing against his back. You sounded so pathetic, sniffling and hiccuping like that. Steve kissed your jaw and caught a glimpse of the blotchy bruise he left on your neck. You'd be stuck with it for days.

Steve spilled into you, raw and warm, sticky and disgusting. He brushed his nose against your bruise and felt it throb. He ran his thumb over the red shape of his mouth on your hip as he slipped from between your legs. He brushed his hair back against his head and licked the blood from his split lip. His knuckles had broken open and stained the white sheets near your head.

On sore thighs and wobbling knees, Steve settled between your limp legs once more and gazed down at the mess he made. He brushed your hair from your eyes and cradled your cheek. Still catching your breath, you leaned into his hold with heady exhaustion, placing your hand over his. You'd be just as bruised as Steve tomorrow morning, and you'd marvel in the mirror at the pretty colors he painted you with.

And the best thing about it? Steve wasn't hurting anymore. He gave it all to you.

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decolonize-the-left · 1 year

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I was wondering how accurate this was so I did some fun googling and yall.

So starting with the fact that police in the USA were formed when Dems had Congress and Senate and the same was true when the first organized police department was founded (in Boston, btw)....

1963. Dems had Senate and Congress.

While this allowed for huge strides in civil rights police brutality still continued to be largely unaddressed.

1966. Dems had Senate and Congress.

To point out further racial oppression James Meredith starts a 270 mile walk from Memphis, TN to Jackson, MI. He's shot by a sniper the second day which causes an influx in support from allies & prominent civil rights members (such as MLK) who fly out and walk in his stead.

Governor Johnson (d) of Mississippi, who ran on a segregationist platform but changed platforms when he saw that Black people were gaining more supporters, promises to protect marchers as they pass through his state. Police then tear gas them as they were setting up tents for the night in Canton, MI (pictured). 15k show up to Jackson. It's the biggest march in MI history and more successful than Meredith had planned.

No bills were introduced that year.

1956-1979 Dems had senate & Congress.

In 1961-69 they even had a governmental trifecta with Congress, Senate, and the presidency and again in 1977-79. The director of the FBI at the time was Republican J. Edgar Hoover. Head of Intelligence was Democrat William Sullivan. Attorney General & democrat Robert F. Kennedy authorized several programs for them such as wire-tapping MLK.

1968. Dems had Senate, Congress, and presidency.

President Lyndon Johnson (Democrat president while Dems had Congress & Senate) signs the Omnibus Crime Control and Safe Streets Act of 1968, birthing the Law Enforcement Assistance Administration & granting federal funds to local governments in order to obtain military resources to quell potential riots. A direct response to the protests and riots throughout the 50's & 60's. Protecting police from protesters.

Democrats do this instead of protecting the public from police and their prejudice.

1992. Dems have both Senate and Congress.

After the verdict of the 4 police who beat Rodney King on camera is announced & they are Not indicted the public starts rioting. The national guard, fire department, and several police departments are called in by then democratic mayor Tom Brady. After the riots a separate federal trial is held and finds 2 of the 4 officers guilty. All were fired from LAPD.

The Police Brutality Accountability Act of 1991 is introduced. Only introduced.

1994. House & Senate under dem control.

They pass the Violent Crime Control and Law Enforcement Act instead. It's drafted by democrat Joe Biden and sponsored by Texas Rep Brooks (D). It's an infamously harmful bill that results in the prejudiced mass incarceration of minorities, especially Black people. This bill funded police departments instead of holding them accountable aiding their further militarization as well.

2020. Dems have both Congress & Senate.

Which brings us to recent times. Where Democrats have again pretended to support and listen to the public demands to decrease/eliminate police brutality only to turn around and insist protests are the reason they keep funding the police instead of giving us rights.

"See? You're too dangerous to Not have a militarized police force."

As if we aren't protesting because the police are already too dangerous. Like that's not what started all this.

At this point a pattern like this can only be seen as intentional. A planned out excuse for funding police again and again and again instead of Stopping police brutality. Instead of enforcing or creating ACTUAL effective reform or regulations. They just keep throwing money at police departments and saying "hey here are billions of dollars that we want you to use to be less violent racists. It's also to help you be more safe when facing the people who are protesting your racist violence. Also we aren't gonna make sure you actually become less violent or less racist but we definitely hope you don't use this all this money to get worse."

Which has backfired across decades at this point. They keep doing investigations and making committees and for what?

We've done that. We know police are racist. We know they're violent. We know they're only spending enough to say they provide 6 months (if that) of sensitivity training and spending the bulk of that money on militarization gear. So what. We know that.

Now what.

What, after 100+ years could their excuse possibly be for STILL doing the same thing. For STILL not addressing it. For STILL not passing reform despite the MANY opportunities they've had? What could police departments Possibly be doing for them?? What excuse could be good enough?

I'm glad you asked.

There isn't one. There are answers of course. Greed, power, privilege, etc. The list goes on.

But are they good enough for you? They're not for me.

I have to beg on Tumblr just for my rent to get paid or for my kid to have dinner sometimes. The success of Democrats or my "country" doesn't mean shit to me, it does nothing for me. It only does things to me. Success enables police, it increases funding, it makes them More afraid of having their ideas of success taken from them, makes them more protective of their status quo. Their success hurts me. Fuck their success.

What matters is that time and time again Democrats have insisted they'd be there for minorities and then empowered the people oppressing, killing, and suppressing us and our rights.

What matters is that time and time again they've said they're powerless and their supporters insist they just don't have a majority to do anything with or that republicans keep blocking them or-

But passing bills to harm us? That's easy. And they don't Have to keep doing that. They just keep saying they do... To protect police. And they only keep "needing" more protection for police because they refuse to give us any. We continue to express our right to protest and they continue to try intimidating us out of it.

All the rights we have? They didn't give to us. Look at those posts. We fought for them while Democrats were in charge. They didn't give us those, they didn't stand with us. They still don't. They stand with the police as they always have.

August 2022.

For hundreds of years we've dealt with this. How much longer is it gonna be. How many more generations are going to have to put up with this government trying to insist that mediocrity is the best they can do indefinitely?

And if you still refuse to hold Democrats responsible, if you still find yourself compulsively trying to point out all the ways that Republicans are worse please know this: I know.

I know you're going to say "well Democrats are our best shot"

And to that I say if this is our best fucking shot....and they're *gestures vaguely at the post* like that.... Can we agree that it points to a much wider issue. If Democrats are our best shot and they're Only this effective and they're only making the most Minimal effort possible year after year. If we Know that their hands are tied by Republicans at best and at worst theyre fascists benefitting from the exploitation of BIPOC and other marginalized communities....

Can we admit that our systems are broken. That it goes further than Republicans or Democrats being bad. That it's Everything? That even if Democrats were actually perfect that everything would still be wrong and fucked up because the system itself holds them from making any effectual change?

That the checks and balances that the founding fathers put in place to make sure that our politicians are fair and just and give a shit about the people they serve aren't working.

Because if they were why would it take HUNDREDS of years for a community to get one thing. Just stop police brutality. That's all we asked. That's it. Stop hurting everyone who isn't a white cis man. Stop killing us in broad daylight for demanding you give us rights and respect the ones we Already have.

So why are we still starting 2023 with brutality making headlines?

If a government is effective and cares and listens and it's representives Truly represent it's constituents and fight for them and it's not just about profit or greed or winning elections or keeping minorities in line then why are we still here?

Why are we still asking for the same rights as our great-great-great-great grandparents?

If that progress? Is that success?

What the fuck are we doing. Like actually. How do we throw a wrench in this system. What will it take for Democrats and liberals and You to realize that all we are doing is driving the future into the hands of fascism.

What do we do? When do we finally do something?

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#idk what i thought i was gonna find but it wasn't a pattern of behavior stretching all the way back to the founding of police in the USA #democrats #liberals #progressives #protests #human rights #yeah this is about police brutality but also ableism and classism and poverty and everything else

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madcapmento · 2 months

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One sec I need to talk about Shiva.

Lady Shiva was introduced in Richard Dragon: Kung Fu Fighter in the 70s. She was a traveling martial artist hellbent on getting revenge for her sister, who she believed had been killed by Richard Dragon. She lured Dragon into a trap, revealed herself as Carolyn's sister, and tried to fight him to the death. Once she realized that Dragon had nothing to do with it, that Cravat and The Swiss (unimportant villain characters, they killed Carolyn) had been the ones to kill her sister, she helped Dragon defeat the villain (by giving him her shiny belt so he could redirect the beam of a deadly laser that was being pointed at them while they were fighting, don’t even ask) and Richard Dragon and Lady Shiva became allies, friends even. Dragon convinced her it would be a waste to kill Cravat and told her that he had killed the Swiss himself. She accepted this. They shook hands. This all took place over the course of one issue of Richard Dragon: Kung Fu Fighter. It took ONE issue for Shiva to go from antagonist to ally. She then tagged along with Richard because she liked the adventures he got up to, the danger, the challenge, and the thrill of it. Richard even called her later on when he needed help on a different adventure. What I’m saying is she didn’t start out as evil.

Okay, so what do we know about Shiva so far? She’s a thrill-seeking peripatetic martial artist of great capacity and skill. She cared about her sister. She’s willing to kill. She’s an adventurer and a valuable ally. Great. Moving on.

The Question 1987 features THE Lady Shiva. A character capable of both ruthlessness and mercy, cruelty and tenderness. A curious, thrill-seeking, teasing character. She was vicious and nonpartisan and she was working as a mercenary for hire. But she was an ally, even when she was beating the shit out of Vic. She loved the O Sensei. You can tell she even cared about Vic in her way. I’m not saying she had a heart of gold, or that there weren’t tropes she fell into. She wasn’t and there were. But she was a fairly well-rounded, morally gray character that played a key role wherever she showed up. She was closer to a non-traditional anti-hero than anything else. Idfk, just go read The Question.

I read a tvtropes article describing Lady Shiva as “an archetypical Dragon Lady, complete with sinister motivations and exotic sex appeal,” which… she isn’t. She subverted this trope in several ways actually. She never had “sinister motivations” until Chuck Dixon got his grubby little hands on her. Her motivations were pretty neutral. She had her own set of principles, she was very morally gray. She wanted to travel and fight worthy opponents on her adventures for the thrill of it. She seemed to operate mostly on personal whims, and on the basis of building worthy rivals, out of love for the art of combat. And she didn’t use her sex appeal for shit (until the Richard Dragon reboot comic kms), she didn’t tolerate sexual advances or objectification. She just WAS NOT a conniving temptress, I don't understand where this misperception came from (but I do blame Dixon, I’ll get to that in a sec).

This same article states that she began as the arch-nemesis of Richard Dragon? Unless you’re accepting the version of the two of them from the very short lived Richard Dragon 2004 series as their canonical relationship then NO she didn’t. But I digress.

There was a marked change in the way Lady Shiva was written by the time Robin (1991) came out, this is where her character starts to lean towards the Dragon Lady trope imo. She also weirdly, and maybe arguably, leans more into traditional femininity while at the same time being written as more wild and uncontrollable. Chuck Dixon seemed to fundamentally misunderstand Lady Shiva as a character. He turned her (sometimes ironic) disdain for brutes who wouldn’t last a second in a fight with her into stereotypical womanly haughtiness. He turned her capacity for ruthlessness into bloodlust. And he made her into a conniving, somewhat deranged, villainous woman, tempting our young hero towards evil (oh my!). Again, I’m not saying she ever had a heart of gold, but Dixon changed core character traits (namely her respect for other people's personal code) to turn her into a villain.

“Kill him, little bird. Kill him and become a predator…Aren’t you my weapon? My instrument of death? Say you are mine.” Like?? She would not fucking say that, respectfully.

That isn’t even to mention Richard Dragon (2004) where Dixon turned Shiva’s relationship with Dragon into a resentful, sexually charged dick-measuring contest.

Even so, I don’t entirely hate Shiva as a villain, especially in Batgirl (2000). Pucketts Shiva is a bit less egregious imo. So she’s a passively suicidal evil mentor-figure who wants Cass to be a killer like her. Whatever, I can get on board with that I guess. I can enjoy it because I love Cass and this is a great comic run. But the retcon that–Listen, THE RETCON THAT IS SHIVA’S SISTER BEING KILLED BY DAVID CAIN, SHIVA DESCRIBING THIS AS FREEING, SAYING SHE’S GRATEFUL, THEN AGREEING TO GET PREGNANT WITH HIS CHILD IN RETURN?? This boils my blood. Shiva, who was introduced as somebody who cared about getting revenge for her dead sister. Shiva, for whom freedom and autonomy were core character traits. That Shiva?? That Shiva is relieved her sister is dead and is willing to carry her sister's killer's child to term?? What the fuck?

I hate it. I don’t understand it. Why would you take a complex character who makes it difficult to tell who she really cares about, and flatten them into somebody incapable of love?

Okay I’m done, this is getting too long and I don’t even want to get started on New 52 era Shiva. I don’t have a conclusion, I’m just annoyed. Thanks for reading. The Question (1987) is NOT a perfect comic but if you’re interested in Shiva please please please check it out, it’s very moody and philosophical, noir-esque. Also Chuck Dixon suck my dick.

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Lost Number pt. III

Eddie Munson x Plus size!f!reader

Part one part two

Word count: 9,210

Summary: Little glimpses of your life with Eddie after your first date

CW: MDNI 18+ smut (p in v) hair pulling, Eddie calls reader a slut and whore, mention of pregnancy and difficulty getting pregnant, mentions of depression and anxiety, please let me know if I left anything out!

Your home, Staten Island, 1994

The bathroom floor was cold against your bare legs as you and Eddie huddled together. The silence was deafening, neither of you knowing what to say to fill it. One of the light bulbs had been flickering which only made your anxiety worse. There was a lot of riding the situation and you weren’t sure that you could sit through the entire three minutes. You just wanted to know the results already.

The only sound that could be heard was the ticking of the kitchen timer that had been sitting on the counter. Eddie had purposely put the thing out of your line of sight so you couldn’t stress out by watching the seconds tick by. It was even worse hearing it ticking and not seeing how much more time you had left was killing you.

Eddie held onto you, pressing kisses to your temple. He didn’t have to say anything for you to know that the kisses were saying “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.” He was a nervous wreck. He had wanted a baby just as much or maybe even more than you did. He had no idea what was going to happen, but what did he know was that he was going to be there for you every step of the way.

Your apartment, Manhattan, 1991

You stood in your closest, trying to figure out what you were going to wear on your date with Eddie. You actually weren’t sure what he had planned. He had just called and told you to put on something that you’d be comfortable in.

You had decided to go with a dark blue midi dress paired with a black cardigan and tights because it was November in New York.

There was a knock at the front door and you ran to answer it but Hannah had beat you to it, the other girls standing behind her to get a look at Eddie. They had seemed more excited for the date than you were with them waiting by the door. They were all giggling to each other while you got ready. They were just so happy that you were going out with someone who treated you right.

You pushed them out of the way to get a view of your date. He was dressed in a pair of jeans and band t-shirt that was under a denim jacket. A cigarette was hanging between his lips and he smiled wide when he caught sight of you, causing the cigarette to fall between the two of you.

“Whoops,” he chuckled and bent down to pick up the thing, fiddling with it between his finger awkwardly when he stood back up.

“You look-“ he cut himself off, his mouth almost dropping as he eyed your outfit. “Fucking killer, angel. Shall we?” He asked, offering you his arm.

“We shall,” you nodded, looping your arm through his. He led you down the hallway and to the elevators that were actually working and you stood there, waiting.

All of your previous anxiety had vanished now that you were with Eddie. You had nothing to be nervous about. You just hadn’t been on a date since the new decade had started and wondered if dating in the 90’s had been any different.

Eddie on the other hand, knew exactly what he was doing. He had never been so sure of himself in his life. It helped that he knew that you actually liked him back. He couldn’t believe how many people had agreed to go out with him just to get a free meal.

The elevator opened and the two of you stepped inside and Eddie was quick to pull you to his chest, pressing his lips to yours. He hadn’t been able to in over eighteen hours so he needed to make up for lost time. He licked into your mouth, your tongues swirling together.

“I thought you were supposed to kiss me after the date. That’s the traditional thing to do, right?” You were going to kiss him if he hadn’t gone for it first and were just in the mood to tease him. You knew that things between the two of you had been far from normal with how quickly your relationship had developed over the course of twenty four hours.

“Sweetheart, I literally ate you out the day we met. I think we’re past traditional at this point.” He had a point. But you liked the way things were progressing. Eddie was the only person you could see yourself having a future with. He was the perfect partner with knowing exactly what you needed before you did. You knew that you could come to him with anything and he’d help you not matter what it was and he wouldn’t ask questions.

“That’s fair,” you shrugged before wrapping your arms around his neck. You were about to press a kiss to his lips when the elevator doors opened. You pecked his lips quickly and the two of you exited hand and hand.

Eddie led you to a car that looked nothing like the ones that had been taking the two of you where you had needed to go. This one was bright red and definitely cost more than you had ever made in your life. Eddie had opened the passenger car door for you and you slipped inside. He closed the door then rounded it to get in on the driver’s side, putting the keys into the ignition.

“You’re driving?” Eddie hadn’t driven at all in the time you had known him. You supposed that when you were as famous as him, you didn’t have to.

“You got a problem with that?” You actually didn’t. You were interested to see how he drove. Something told you that he liked speed and you were pretty sure that you were right in thinking that.

“I just wasn’t aware you drove. Are you sure you remember how?” Eddie found your little jabs funny, appreciating that you felt comfortable enough with him to do so. He hoped that you’d have more once you got closer.

“Haha,” he replied sarcastically then turned the key in the ignition. He put his foot on the gas and backed out of his parallel parking spot very before taking you to your destination.

It took everything in him not to floor it but he didn’t think that was right considering the precious cargo he had in his passenger seat. The car was also a rental and he wasn’t in the mood to have to pay for any damages. Rick would have definitely chewed him out and he wasn’t in the mood for that either so he just went the boring speed limit.

Eddie’s free hand rested on your thigh and you loved how comfortable he was with doing it. It seemed like he thought that he had to touch some part of you when the two of you were together and you ate it up every time, especially since you had been so attention starved. Eddie had been as well. Starved for your attention, that is. Considering his fame, he always seemed to have men and women buying him drinks or writing their phone numbers on napkins for him, but he had denied them all, knowing that you had been waiting for him.

Even though you hadn’t been dating, he still felt gross for sleeping with or even looking in the direction of another person. He had tried to get over you by getting under someone else, but all he could picture was the look of betrayal on your face. He had to fake a stomach ache because he was too embarrassed to tell the truth and went back to his hotel room to sleep alone. He hadn’t slept with anyone since, afraid that the same thing would happen again. He denied all of the advances towards him and would go back to his room and just stare at the phone, desperately wanting to call you. He didn’t care if he was becoming the kind of guy he used to make fun of. He had just wanted to hear your pretty voice and hold you in his arms.

The car pulled up to a restaurant that you had become very familiar with over the years. It had been the spot where you had spent a lot of drunken nights and hungover mornings with your rotating circle of friends. It had become the only constant in your life and if you couldn’t count on anyone, at least you could count on Rowan, the owner, to give you free fries and a shake with a bright smile on her face.

Eddie opened your door and offered you his hand which you gladly took. The two of you entered the restaurant and Rowan came running up to the host stand to greet the two of you. Her face lit up when she saw you and she was quick to pull you into a hug. You knew that Rowan treated all of her regulars like that but you were going to pretend that it was just for you.

“I’m so happy to see you, baby. You haven’t come in a while. I was starting to miss your sweet face,” she squeezed your cheeks then turned to Eddie. She gave him a hug as well and you were beginning to think that he knew Rowan like you did.

“And you,” she smiled brightly at him. “You’re not too famous for me?” Eddie didn’t think he was too famous for anyone, especially not Rowan.

“I’ll never be too famous for you, Rowan.”

“Glad to hear it. So you’re here together?”

“Yep,” Eddie nodded, smiling at you. “We’re on a date, actually.”

“Well, would you look at that? Two of my regulars on a date. Y’all follow me. I’m gonna give you the best table.” She didn’t even bother grabbing menus since she had committed your orders to memory and sat the two of you at a both that was more secluded from the other tables. You both sat on either side and Rowan just beamed at the two of you.

“Let me see if I have this right. A bacon cheeseburger for my sweetpea,” she pointed at you. “And the Eddie special for the rockstar.”

“Yes ma’am,” Eddie nodded.

“You’ve still got it, Rowan,” You replied. With that, she turned and headed into the kitchen, leaving the two of you alone. You couldn’t believe that the two of you had frequented the place over the years and somehow hadn’t crossed paths. It wasn’t very big and even with it packed, it was still easy to see entire place anywhere you sat.

You wondered if you actually crossed paths but just didn’t remember. You both had been going there quite sometime so it wasn’t totally out of the realm of possibility. You also wondered if he would have liked you back then. Back when you were still with Chris and so insecure that you’d cover up every inch of your body to hide the shape of it avoid unsolicited comments.

You were pretty confident that Eddie would have worshipped you and made you feel confident with his sweet words. He would have definitely fucked you and been nothing but complimentary while he did it. Telling you that you were beautiful and that he had loved every inch of you, kissing all over your body.

“So the ‘Eddie Special’, huh?” You laughed. Of course Eddie had his order on the menu. Rowan knew what she was doing with that one.

“It wasn’t my idea,” he put his hands up in defense. “Rowan insisted.”

“I’m sure it was. We all know you love being the center of attention,” you winked and Eddie felt his cheeks blush. You always knew just what to say to make him feel flustered. Eddie did like being the center of attention, especially if it was the center of yours. Even if it was a look or simple touch, he always ate it up. He was falling deeply and hopelessly in love with you and he actually was letting himself. God, Wayne was going to be so proud of him for letting himself feel something other anger. He had been bitter about his past life back home for so long that he hadn’t really been living. But you changed that. With you, he felt like he could finally get his life right.

You grabbed hold of his hand, rubbing the back of with your thumb, wondering what was making him smile like that. Okay, you didn’t have to wonder, but you wanted to hear him say it. You loved hearing him voice how he felt about you. It never ceased to make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Like being wrapped up in a blanket that was fresh from the dryer. And he always knew exactly what to say to make you melt. The exact words that made you want to cry because of how sweet it was or make your panties so wet that you had to have him right then and there. He was so good at both.

Rowan came out with your orders and you didn’t miss the milkshakes and extra fries that she had brought along with her. She was always spoiling her regulars. It was her favorite way to express how grateful she was to have them pick her little old restaurant over anywhere else in the city. You and Eddie were quick to dig in, laughing, joking, and just genuinely enjoying each other’s company while you ate.

Everything was so easy with Eddie. He wanted to talk to you about what was going on in his life and wanted to know about your life in return. He wanted to know your struggles and how he could help. He wanted to take your baggage and help you carry it to lighten the load. He just wanted to make sure that he was there whenever you needed him. And you wanted to be the same for him.

After dinner, you ended up going to a movie that was still an inside joke between the two of you because of how bad it was. Eddie had snuggled up to you as close as he could, him practically ending up in your seat. His arm was wrapped your shoulders and he couldn’t even get himself to watch the movie. He just wanted to look at you. His pretty girl. Your intricate eyeliner and your glossy lips. Especially your lips. If the theater hadn’t been so packed, he would have just kissed your right then and there. But he didn’t want to be that couple, so he just sat there, settling for holding you.

You turned to Eddie and gave him a smile. All he was thinking about was how good you looked with the light of the screen reflecting off your face. He didn’t think that was possible, but of course you looked fucking amazing in any lighting. He didn’t think it was fair.

You couldn’t take your eyes off of Eddie, the movie completely abandoned. You reached up and pushed some hair behind his ears. You loved his hair, but sometimes, you thought it overshadowed his facial features and wondered how it would’ve looked pulled back.

Your hand rested on his cheek and Eddie noticed that you were pulling his face to yours. He knew that he said he wasn’t going to kiss you with that many people around, but he was a liar. He just couldn’t say not to you and he definitely couldn’t resist your lips. You mouth attached to his and he rested his free hand on your hip while yours moved into his hair.

Eddie’s hand slipped under your dress up to your thigh, afraid to go any higher since you were in public. He gave it squeeze as his tongue slipped into your mouth. You gave his hair a tug and he let out a whimper that was a little too loud.

The two of you had been so caught up in each other that you had barely even noticed the flashlight shining down on the two of you. You pulled away to see an usher and everyone else in the theater looking at you in disgust.

“I shouldn’t have to tell you that that kind of behavior is prohibited in this establishment. I’m going to have to ask the two of you to leave.” He pointed to the exit and the two of you took no time to head in that direction.

You giggled all the way to Eddie’s car, finding the whole thing hilarious. You were both howling with laughter to the point where you could hardly breathe. Of course you’d get kicked out for making out in the theater. That sounded about right for the two of you since you couldn’t seem to keep your hands off of each other.

You got to the car, your laughter having died down and Eddie was quick to pin you to the car, his mouth on yours. The kiss was rough and hot and he was quick to slide his hands up your dress, giving your thighs a squeeze. He pulled away and opened the door to the backseat, holding it open for you.

“Get in,” he pointed to the interior of the car. His voice was so low and authoritative that you felt yourself get even more wet between your legs. You took no time to crawl into the backseat, Eddie getting in right after you.

His lips attached to yours again and he slowly lowered you down onto the seat. He pushed your dress up to your waist and you lifted your arms for him to take it off. He slowly slid the dress off of your body and it landed in the floorboard. He then removed his jacket and his shirt before diving back in for more. His trailed kissed all the way to your chest, his fingers slipping under the straps of your bra.

“Fuck angel, when did you get this?” He admired the blue lace that matched your dress. This one was more scandalous than the one you had worn the night before. It was lacy with bits that were see through and it was driving Eddie wild. He ran his fingers lightly over the thin fabric, just enough to make your nipples harden.

“Yesterday.” You tried to keep calm, trying to not let out a moan as you spoke, Eddie still grazing your bra with his fingers.

“Oh?” A devilish smirk broke out on his face.

“I bought it for you.” You had been embarrassed at first, but you knew that Eddie would have loved to know that fact. That you had gone shopping for lingerie just for him.

“For me?” He put his hands up to his chest in feigned shock. “Sweetheart, I’m flattered.”

“It’s a set,” you nodded your head down the that matching thong and he follows your eyes.

“Thought you’d get lucky tonight,” he teased.

“Maybe,” you replied. “But here we are in the back of your car so I guess I thought right.”

“I guess so. Can’t resist you, honey.” He kissed the spot right above your bra. “Can I remove this?”

“Please,” you begged and Eddie was quick to unhook it, pulling it from your body and tossing it on top of your dress. He kissed down to your nipple and ran over it with his tongue, causing you to let out a moan.

“I still remember what you like,” he liked another stripe along the sensitive spot. “This drove you fucking wild.” He took your nipple between your teeth and pulled, hearing you make the exact sound he wanted.

“Oh, Eddie,” you whined.

“You like that, princess?”

“More,” was all you were able to reply and Eddie tugged on the skin again, harder this time.

“Eddie, please.” He moved to the other nipple, licking and biting. You grabbed onto him, digging your nails into any skin you could find, needing somewhere to put your hands. “I need you inside me.”

“Well, if that’s what you wanted, all you had to do was ask, princess.”

“Eddie,” you stared at him with a look in your eyes that he couldn’t quite make out. It was darker than any other look you had given him. “I want you to fuck me.”

Eddie pulled something out of one of his front pockets and set it aside before removing his pants and tossing them over the driver’s seat. You thought he was taking too long and tried to help him remove his underwear.

“What are you doing,” he chuckled, looking down at your hands that were gripping the waist band of his boxers.

“You’re taking too long.” The words sounded so desperate and whiny and it was doing wonders for his cock.

“Someone’s a little eager.” Now he was just doing it for fun. He loved riling you up, getting you all hot and bothered.

“Yeah, I am.” You hadn’t fucked anyone since Chris (if you could have even called your most recent time in the bedroom with him fucking) and you couldn’t wait anymore. Your vibrator could only do so much and now you needed to real thing. “Take them off.”

“As you wish, princess.” He removed the boxers as slowly as possible, a devilish grin on his face as he did so. He watched your eyebrows furrow and knew that he was getting the exact reaction that he wanted.

He slowly moved the fabric down to his thighs, completely revealing his cock to you and it had definitely lived up to what you had hyped it up to be in your head. Maybe even bigger.

Once his underwear was removed, he reached for the condom and slowly ripped it open, watching you as he did so.

“Eddie,” you whined. “Forget the condom, please. I need you right now.”

“Sweetheart, we both know I’d love to knock you up, but even with our unconventional relationship timeline, I think it’s a little early, don’t you?”

“Hurry.” Your whining was only making him even more hard. He loved seeing you like this. Needing him, all undone from his touches and filthy words.

“You can’t rush things like this, honey.” He finally got the package open and slipped the condom onto his dick, making sure that it was good before lining himself up with your pussy.

“Eddie, just do it.” He took no time and pounded himself into you and you let out the loudest moan. He grabbed hold of your waist, his fingers digging into your skin as he continued to thrust.

“Eddie, fuck,” you whined and that only encouraged him, making him thrust into you even harder. “Right there, baby, yeah.”

“You like that, princess?” His voice was raspy and rough and it was making you even more wet.

“Eddie,” you slurred. “You’re being too nice.” You liked all the cute nicknames but they weren’t doing it for you in that moment. You needed something more degrading.

“What-“

“Call me a slut.” Eddie loved seeing this side of you. He loved hearing you boss him around. All you had to do was tell him to jump and he’d ask you how high.

“Oh, you’re that kind of girl, huh?” He asked, slamming into even harder. You let out another moan which only encouraged him. He thrusted and thrusted, hearing all of the beautiful sounds come from your pretty lips.

“Call me a slut, please.” You knew that hearing the word would really make you come undone. You needed to hear him degrade you.

“Look at you, taking it like a good little slut.” That unleashed something in you. You grabbed onto his back, your nails digging into the skin, dragging them up.

“Oh, you like that, slut?” His nails dug further into your skin and he pounded into you once more. You could feel his nails practically breaking the skin but you’d have been lying if you said you didn’t like it.

“Eddie, please,” you moaned and he thrusted faster, making you realize that was the way you liked it. Fast and rough. You had had sex more times than you could count and were just now realizing what you liked because Chris had never given you a chance. It was all about him and his needs.

“Faster, Eds,” you commanded and he obeyed, thrusting the fastest that he could, hoping that he wasn’t hurting you. He looked at you to make sure that you were okay and could see the absolute bliss on your face. Knowing that he was the cause of it made him even harder.

“Going the fastest that I can, sweetheart.” He had never pegged you as the kind of girl who would have been into rough sex. He thought that you would have liked it soft and sweet.

“Then go harder.” He slammed into you the hardest that he could, hearing the loudest moan yet. He repeated the action and you made the sound again and again.

“So good, Eds.”

“Yeah? You like that whore?” You let go of Eddie and pulled back to look at him, your eyebrows furrowing. He had upset you. He had upset you and you were going to leave and never want to speak to him again.

“What did you just call me?” Your tone hadn’t sounded offended but Eddie was still afraid that he had gone too far.

“I’m sorry. I thought that since you like being called a slut that-“

“Say it again.” Your voice was so demanding and hot. He had to do what you said.

“What was that, sweetheart?” He had heard you perfectly but just wanted to be bossed around some more.

“Say it.” Your words were so forceful that Eddie had no choice but to comply.

“You’re a whore.” Your eyes darkened at the name and you looked at him with lust.

“That’s right, baby,” you pressed your lips to his, sticking your tongue into his mouth and swirling it around. “I’m your whore.”

“You’re mine,” he emphasized the word and thrusted into you again.

“All yours,” you whined and dragged your nails down his back again. He thrusted again and again and you let out even more moans and whines, loving what he was doing to you. You were coming undone he was eating up how well you were taking it.

He noticed that you were fading out, the words you were saying not being coherent. They were slurred and sounded like gibberish. He hadn’t expected you to fade so soon. he was just starting the fun. He needed to stay with him.

“Come on, sweet girl, don’t go dumb on me,” he took your face in his. “You’re doing so well, need you to stay with me.”

“I’m here,” you slurred, a stupid smile on your face. He was just now getting to the good part and he couldn’t fuck you when you weren’t lucid enough to consent.

“Come on, honey,” he rubbed your back while trying to hold your head up. “We haven’t even gotten started yet.”

“Then what was that,” you let out a giggle and he couldn’t help but laugh as well, finding the whole thing amusing.

“That was just the appetizer.”

“Don’t know if I have any more in me, Eds.” You looked so tired and despite him wanting to continue, he decided that you should’ve called it a night.

“That’s okay, sweet girl. Let’s get you home, alright?”

Eddie pulled out and disposed of the condom before getting dressed. He then cleaned you up with some napkins he had in his glove compartment. It wasn’t what he would have preferred, but he made do with what he had. He thought you deserved better even though you were so out of it that you hadn’t cared.

He helped you put on your bra and thong and reached for your dress.

“Alright. Arms up, sweet girl.” You put your arms in the air and Eddie put it over your head before reaching for your arms. He put them through the straps and pulled the rest of your dress down your body.

You watched Eddie the whole time and despite the state you were in, you were sure that you were in love with him. What other man would have helped their date put their clothes back on? And who would have done it so gently with their sweet words?

He picked you up and carried you to the front seat, not taking the chance of letting you walk. You opened the door for him and he gently set you in the seat before buckling your seatbelt for you.

He then pressed a kiss to your forehead then closed the door and headed over to his side. You felt your eyes start to shut but you fought it off. You couldn’t be the loser who fell asleep before the date was even over because the sex wore you out.

Eddie slamming the door closed caused you to jump, the sound feeling much louder in your head. He chuckled at your reaction and turned on the ignition before reaching your for hand. He intertwined your fingers before bringing it up to his lips, pressing a kiss to it.

You looked over at Eddie and he turned to you briefly before turning back to the road. You had a goofy grin on your face and he smiled to himself at how cute you were.

“I love you,” you slurred and Eddie almost slammed on the breaks at your confession but kept his cool. He knew he shouldn’t have taken the words to heart considering the state you were in, but he couldn’t help but feel like there was a hint of truth to them. You had been telling the truth and the date really solidified your feelings for him. The way he made you feel could only be described with the word and shit, Eddie loved you too. He’d have been an idiot to deny it.

“I love you too, sweetheart,” he kissed your hand again and the two of you continued on your way to your apartment, knowing that whatever was going on between you two was really something beautiful.

Your home, Staten Island, 1994

“What if it is,” Eddie whispered, his lips pressed against your forehead. You had been having the same argument, going back and forth for far too long that the words that were starting to lose their meaning.

“What if it isn’t?” You pulled back to look at him, your eyebrows furrowed. Eddie reached up and pushed down on the crease between your eyebrows, something that started as a joke, but now it helped calm you down.

“But what if it is?” He pulled you to his chest and you couldn’t help but rest your head against his shoulder. He turned his head and pressed another gentle kiss to your forehead.

You knew that he was just being optimistic, but you had done this whole thing so many times before with no results so you were starting to lose hope. You knew that there was a possibility that it could be what you were hoping for, but you just didn’t have it in you so Eddie was going to have to be hopeful enough for the two of you.

Eddie hated seeing you like that. You had been depressed with all your failed attempts and it had been taking a toll on you mentally. He immediately noticed that the normal light you had to you had disappeared and had even suggested that the two of you take a break from trying, but you insisted. You just wanted to take one last gamble and now here you were, hoping that you were successful.

Eddie’s home, Brooklyn, 1991

As expected, you and Eddie went on a second date after your very successful first. He didn’t even have to ask you to be his girlfriend, it was just understood that you were together and in the way he introduced you as such to his bandmates. You loved the way the word rolled off his lips and the way he smiled when he said it.

After a few weeks of being attached at the hip, he approached you with a key to his house since you had spent so much time there. He thought it was only right that you could come and go as you pleased even if he wasn’t there. So you spent any spare moment there, taking no time to make yourself at home with your own belongings and decorations. You could see yourself living there even though you already practically were. So that prompted Eddie to drunkenly suggest that you move in with him.

You didn’t care how quickly your relationship had been progressing, you were the happiest you had ever been and you had Eddie to thank for that. He had been the light at the end of the tunnel you had been in for far too long and despite your relationship insecurity, you knew that you deserved him. You deserved someone who brought you flowers just because they thought you would like them. You deserved someone who would take you on dates to places that he thought you would like.

You moved in the next day and you spent the next few unpacking, laughing, and sharing plenty of kisses while Eddie blasted different metal records so you didn’t have to work in silence. It was like you were meant to be there with the second sink in the bathroom and the empty side of the closet that Eddie had insisted that he didn’t clean out for you, even though it was very obvious that he did because of how his clothes were smushed together, no space between the items. The man definitely had more clothes than you did.

The two of you were snuggled up in your bed, both ready to go to sleep. Well, as far as being dressed for it. It always took the two of you a long time to actually go to sleep because things would either get too heated or you were both laughing at things that definitely stupid. This was a night that was filled with giggles. You had to be up early for work but Eddie had some time off so he was only enabling you. You really should have been asleep since it was after midnight, but there you were, laughing your heads off at the stupidest jokes that only the two of you found funny.

“Eds,” you giggled. You were straddling his waist and had his arms pinned to the bed. He knew he wasn’t going to get lucky since he had kept you up doing that exact thing the night before, causing you sleep in and be late for work. It been the first time you had been late like that, but you weren’t trying to make a habit of it. “We have to go to sleep. I have to be up at six and you know that.”

“One more kiss.” This was always his trick and you weren’t going to fall for it this time. No matter how inviting his lips looked. No matter how easy it had been to convince you in the past.

“Not tonight,” you shook your head and tried to roll off of him, but his grip on your thighs tightened so you couldn’t move.

“You’re mean,” he pouted and you just laughed. He was always so dramatic.

“And you’re a baby,” you shook your head.

“I’m your baby,” he correct and you resisted the urge to throw up.

“Ew gross,” you rolled off of him and laid by his side. “Not tonight you’re not.”

“Mean,” he stuck his tongue out at you. Real mature.

“Yes, I’m so mean because I want to go to sleep.” Eddie wasn’t really mad at you, he just liked to get under your skin. He liked to say things he knew would make you mad but not enough to actually upset you.

“I’m just kidding, sweetheart,” he rested a hand on your cheek, rubbing it with the pad of his thumb. “Let’s get some rest.”

He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you to his chest. Yours went to his middle and you tangled your legs with his. It was what you did every night and you always looked forward to it. You never would have pegged Eddie as the kind of guy who liked to cuddle, but he loved it. He loved snuggling up with you after a long day of recording to watch a show or a movie. His favorite place to be was right there in your arms.

Your home, Staten Island, 1994

“Let me at least see the timer, Eddie,” you begged. Eddie just shook his head, letting out a sigh.

“No, honey. You know how you get with a countdown.” You tried to stand up to see it, but Eddie just pulled you back down into his lap. “Angel,” he said with a warning. “You’re just stressing yourself out.” He rested his hands on your cheeks and forced you to look up at him. “No matter what it says, you know that I’ll still love you, right?”

“Of course I do.” You rolled your eyes. You couldn’t believe he was even asking you that. He had loved you when you were at your happiest and he had loved you when you had fallen into your deepest depression. He was never going to leave your side no matter what you were going through.

“Good,” he pulled you in for a sweet kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for another kiss and Eddie chased your lips when you parted, pulling you back in.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” He said the words with such sincerity that you felt tears welling up in your eyes. He was always saying things that managed to either render you speechless or make you teary.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me too.” He pulled you in for one more kiss then rested his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. You closed yours too and took his hands in yours. His thumb ran over the ring on your finger and you two looked down at it, both smiling at what it represented.

Your home, Brooklyn, 1992

The house was empty when you entered it, Eddie nowhere to be found. He was usually home by that time so you wondered where he had been. You went to check the answering machine but there was nothing there either. You checked in the living room and the couch that he was usually lying on was empty. You checked the bathroom to see if he was in the shower and you had no luck there either.

You finally entered the bedroom and surprise, surprise, he wasn’t there. You tried not to panic, but you couldn’t help it. This was so unlike him. You took some deep breaths to try to calm yourself down. Your boyfriend was missing and you had no way of contacting him. You were going to have to wait for him to get back. If he got back. You then remembered that you both had gotten pagers for moments just like this.

You sat on the bed and took out your pager to send him a message. You waited a few seconds only to hear a beeping sound coming from somewhere inside the room. You looked around and noticed that it was the loudest when you stood by Eddie’s nightstand. You opened the top drawer and there was his pager along with the other cluttered things like his journal and few cigarette cartons and a ring box. A ring box? Where had he gotten that and what was in it?

You knew you shouldn’t have snooped, but you couldn’t help it. Eddie wouldn’t have cared anyway. What was his was yours. You had to know what was in the box. Curiosity was eating at you so you slowly reached for the box. You opened it and sitting inside was the most beautiful ring you had ever laid your eyes on. It was a silver band with a beautiful diamond in the center. It must have cost Eddie a fortune and you wondered just how much money he had dropped on it. When had he bought it? When had he planned on proposing?

“Whatcha got there?” You turned and there was Eddie, propped up in the doorway, holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers. He looked pretty happy for having just caught you going through his belongings.

“Nothing.” You hid the ring behind your back even though he had already seen it.

“So you found it, huh?” There was hint of humor in his voice but you couldn’t help but feel like he was still mad at you.

“I didn’t mean to. I was trying to page you since you weren’t here and-“

“Hey,” he set the flowers on the bedside table and reached for you. He rested his hands on your shoulders, giving them a squeeze. “I’m not mad at you. In fact, I’m glad you found it. I’ve been wanting to propose to you for weeks but I couldn’t find the perfect moment.”

“Sorry I ruined it.” Eddie hasn’t thought you ruined anything. He was actually hoping you’d find it so he could finally get the balls to ask you.

“You didn’t ruin it, honey,” he shook his head with a laugh. “There wasn’t a moment to begin with.” You pressed a kiss to his lips smiling against them, thinking about the velvet box in your hand. He smiled as well, wrapping his arms around your neck, pulling you even closer to him.

“You want to marry me.” You were grinning and it only made the statement more true. He wanted to see that smile every single day of the rest of his life.

“Yes I do. I want to marry you so bad.” He was practically begging you and it made you want to agree even more.

“Then marry me.” His face lit up at your words and it was the cutest thing.

“So that’s a yes?” You couldn’t believe that he even had to ask. If he hadn’t, you sure would have.

“That’s a fuck yes.” He was quick to pull you into a kiss then pressed a few more all over your face. You let out a laugh as he did so, only making him do it even more. Your giggles were infectious that he couldn’t help but laugh as well.

Your home, Staten Island, 1994

The timer went off and your heart rate accelerated as Eddie got up to turn it off. He then sat back on the floor and gathered you up in his arms. He was ready to see the results but he knew you weren’t so he was going to hold you as long as you liked.

You looked up at him and he could see your face getting pale. It was as if you had just seen a ghost. There was so much riding on the situation and you were so nervous that you almost didn’t want to know.

Eddie on the other hand, couldn’t have been more excited to see what the results were. He had a feeling that it was going to be positive and was trying to fight back a smile thinking about. How you were going to celebrate. How you were going to tell your friends and family. He was just so fucking excited for his future with you.

Central Park, New York City, 1993

You stared at yourself in the mirror as your hair was being styled. Your makeup had already been done and you had to admit that you had outdone yourself. It was the best work you had ever done.

You watched your mother help the girls with their outfits through the mirror and your heart warmed at how well she got along with them. You hadn’t wanted a bridal party, but the girls still wanted to be in the room with you while you got ready for your big day. They were all smiles and were all talking about how excited they were for you to take the next chapter in your life.

You weren’t nearly as nervous as you thought you’d be on your wedding day. In fact, you weren’t nervous at all. You were so excited. Excited to marry the man that you loved. Excited to see him up there in his tuxedo and the inevitable tears that were going to fall when he saw you.

Once you got your finishing touches from the girls, they exited the tent to head to their seats. It was then that it was your turn to walk down the aisle. You decided to walk by yourself, insisting that your father sit, and headed down the aisle as your small audience stood for you and the music began to play.

You walked slowly, trying your very hardest to not step on your dress. You looked at Eddie and both of you stared at each other in shock. You had never seen him in a suit considering his very low-key style was and the look really worked for him. His hair was pulled back into a loose bun, some strands hanging around his face that had fallen out. His hands were locked together and he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

Eddie had always thought you were the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on, but seeing you in that moment, really solidified it for him. Your dress hugged you in all the right places and your veil had hung so gracefully around you.

You got to the alter and you didn’t miss the misty look in Eddie’s eyes. Seeing him cry made you tear up as well, which always seemed to happen when you saw other people cry.

Eddie was quick to hold you by your hands and you stared at him, admiring the way that the sunlight made his dark brown eyes seem lighter. That was your favorite feature of his. You loved how expressive they were. That little twinkle that was always there unless he was talking about something serious. That was always his telltale sign that he was being truthful.

You could hear the officiant speaking, but you couldn’t quite make out what he was saying. You were too focused on Eddie and his pretty face. Just by looking into his eyes, you could perfectly imagine your life together. You had still wanted the dog and kids and the cute house with the picket fence and Eddie was more than willing to give those things to you.

Eddie hadn’t been paying attention either. He was also imaging his future with you and it was the exact same as yours. He could imagine your children running into your bedroom to wake you up. The two of them shamelessly getting into the bed with you, the dog not far behind. You’d all then go to the kitchen and you’d make the kids breakfast because Eddie couldn’t cook to save his life. And he’d watch you as he drank his coffee, wondering how the fuck he got so lucky to have you in his life.

You put your rings on each other’s fingers and Eddie found himself staring at his. If anyone had told him three years prior that he’d be getting married, he would have laughed in their face. That was never in the cards. First of all, until he had gotten famous, barely anyone had spared him a second glance. He couldn’t see himself with anyone and that was the way he liked it.

But then you had come into the picture. You were beautiful and smart and clever and you liked him. Out of all the men you could’ve had in The Ruby Room, you chose him. He was the one you made out with in the bathroom. He was the one who got to take you home and did things to you in that hotel room that made you feel more pleasure than anyone else had. You had chosen him and he couldn’t have been more grateful.

“You may now kiss the bride.” Eddie didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled you into his arms and planted one on you. He tried his hardest to keep it PG since you had an audience even though he really wanted to stick his tongue in your mouth. He was just going to have to save that for the honeymoon.

Your home, Staten Island, 1994

Eddie and you were still on the floor of the bathroom, the test still sitting on the counter unread by either of you. It was too scary. You had been trying to have a baby for close to a year and with the not missed periods, timing the sex just right, and the multiple doctors visits, it was taking a toll on your mental health.

The doctors had told you that because of the shape of your uterus, it was going to be difficult, but not impossible to get pregnant. And if you did get pregnant, it still had a high chance of being a very healthy baby.

You tried to be happy, you really did. But you couldn’t help like it was all your fault. Eddie had done everything right and even after multiple attempts, you still hadn’t gotten pregnant. That very much sounded like your fault to you. The doctors had told you that there was nothing wrong with you and that sometimes it just takes a few tries. Well, how many tries was it going to take?

You stood up from the floor and turned your back to Eddie, covering your face with your hands. He was going to have to read it because looking at yet another test and seeing the negative sign was just going to make you sick.

“You read it. I can’t look at it.” Eddie slowly stood and stared at you, feeling his heart break at how tired you seemed.

“Are you sure?” He wanted to be absolutely positive. He knew how quick you were to change your mind sometimes.

“Yes, please. Just do it.” Eddie moved to the counter and picked up the test, holding it delicately in his hands like he thought it was going to break.

His heart raced as he looked down at the little window to see the results. Right there smack dab in the middle was a pink little plus sign. He slowly looked up at you, trying to hide the grin on his face, but failing. Your back was still to him, your hands still covering your eyes.

“Honey, can you look at me for a second?” You ignored him, your chest getting tighter, your anxiety at an all time high.

“Honey, please. Need to see that pretty face.” He rested a hand on your shoulder and you slowly turned to face him, removing your hands from your face. You were looking down at your feet, afraid to look up at him, afraid to finally know if you were pregnant or not. Eddie hooked his finger under your chin and forced you to look up at him. He held the test up for you to see, a huge grin on his face as he did it.

“Angel, it’s positive,” he told you and you quickly took the test from him, wanting to see for yourself. Sure enough, there was the little plus sign staring back at you. You really are pregnant. It wasn’t the dream you had been having since you had started trying.

“We’re gonna have a baby,” you said in shock, your eyes wide. You almost couldn’t believe it, but false positives weren’t very common so it had to be true.

“We’re gonna have a baby,” Eddie replied, pulling you into a hug. You found yourself tearing up and Eddie wasn’t far behind. You both had wanted this baby so badly and now you got it. They were years of pure joy.

Eddie pulled back to look at you and couldn’t help but pull you in for a kiss. You couldn’t keep your smiles off your face as you did so, your teeth constantly knocking together. But that didn’t matter. You were just too happy that you couldn’t stand it.

Eddie reluctantly pulled away from you and took you by the hand, pulling you into the bedroom. He went through his drawers clearly looking for something and stopped when he pulled out your Polaroid camera. He stood next to you and pointed the camera at your faces, making sure that the test was in the shot. You both grinned and he snapped the photo, waiting for it to print.

He set the picture on his bedside table and sat down on the bed, pulling you to him. He lifted your shirt and rest his hands on your stomach, tears welling up in his eyes again. You rested your hands on top of his and look down at him, knowing that he was going to be a great fucking dad.

He pressed featherlight kisses to your stomach, wanting the little one to know just how much it was going to be loved by the two of you. Especially you. You had been wanting this baby for so long and the fact that you were actually going to have it was a goddamn miracle.

Once the Polaroid was developed, Eddie grabbed and pulled you to the kitchen, the two of you practically running because of how fast Eddie was going. You got to the fridge that was littered with different Polaroids you had taken over the years. You and Eddie at that Halloween party all those years ago. Sheila had insisted that you have it considering how much it had meant to you. You and Eddie snuggled up in your bed, looking at each other with so much love. You and Eddie on your wedding day, sharing your first kiss as a married couple. And now the one of you and Eddie holding the pregnancy test already looking like proud parents.

Eddie stood behind you and rested his hands on your stomach as you looked at the photos of the life that you had created together. Unconventional, maybe, but it was still beautiful. All the moments you shared together that were frozen in time forever. You could look at them anytime you wanted. And you’d have your kids up there as well. By the time they grew up, you’d need an entirely different space to hold the photos.

Eddie turned you around to face him and pulled you in for another kiss, this one deeper than this others. This was one where he was pouring out his love for you. And goddamn did he love you so much. He then reached around you to grab the phone so you could tell your parents and Wayne that you had some very good news.

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Candyland

Rockstar! (ish) Eddie Munson x AFAB! Bar Dancer Reader

Cherry Pie is always the inspiration for some absolute filth. Reader works at a Coyote Ugly type bar - you'll find out, it's hard for me to describe this one. Because I suck.

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, oral sex (m receiving), p in v sex, suggestive content with the dancing?

The R-Bar, Chicago - 1991

Eddie is sweating his nutsack off, fingers red raw from shredding for almost two hours, voice sore and crackling. The mediocre applause that follows him off the small stage with the rest of the band hardly seems worth the pain. He snags a water bottle from a beat up trestle table, chugging it in relief as their manager Lambshank approaches; so named because he got shanked in prison with a lamb bone, true story.

“That was a killer set guys, great work, the crowd loved you!” He hails with so much bravado it verges on sarcasm.

“Yeah, all fourteen of them.” Eddie deadpans.

“I counted seventeen.” Jeff wryly supplies with a rough croak, finishing off his own bottle of water.

“Alright, it wasn’t the biggest crowd, granted, but everyone has to start somewhere.” Lambshank reasons.

“Yeah, but we started this group eleven years ago, Shank.” Eddie huffs, he knew the rockstar dream wouldn’t be an easy one to achieve but he thought after graduating and being able to pour all his time and what little money he had into the band they’d be playing bigger and better venues by now.

He was fed up, every place was like The Hideout back home, filled with drunks, and sticky floors. They did have a couple of genuine fans, who they appreciated even if they were slightly over-zealous in their affections; Gareth had never quite been the same since Luann, the forty-seven year old divorcee, threw her FF bra directly at his face mid-show.

“You fellas need a fun night out, get yourselves pumped up again and I know just the place.” Lambshank says bracingly, working his fists back and forth like a Rock ‘Em Sock ‘Em Robot. Eddie scrubs at his tired sweaty face, pushing his hair out of his eyes, wanting nothing more than to shower and go to bed, god he was getting old.

“Shank I don’t need a night out, I need to get some sleep.”

“Eddie, I promise you, you’ll enjoy it - and the first round of drinks are on me.” Shank offers teasingly.

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“Candyland?” Gareth asks, reading the pink neon sign aloud as they all stand outside a rather nondescript looking building, the loud heavy bass thumping of music the only indicator there might be something going on inside.

“Candyland.” Lambshank affirms with a grin, gesturing towards the heavy door in front of them, a burly and surly looking doorman giving Lambshank a curt nod letting the group in.

It’s a cacophony of noise, and flashing lights, the place is packed to the rafters, the smell of stale beer and sweat heavy in the air. But it’s the movement from the bar area that catches Eddie’s eye, a group of women all around his age in various states of undress, dancing and grinding along to No Sleep Till Brooklyn - Beastie Boys, they also appear to be serving drinks.

“Welcome to Candyland boys!” Lambshank laughs, patting Eddie heavily on the back.

It’s certainly a show, the girls are laughing and screaming things out, men and women on the floor crowded up to the raised surface cheering loudly, throwing money, and generally having the time of their lives.

The song finishes up, and the bar girls all jump down to be replaced by an older looking blonde woman with a microphone in her hand.

“Candyland, how are we doing tonight?!” She yells, to a deafening cheer. “C’mon I know you can do better than that, I said HOW ARE WE DOING TONIGHT?” She corrals with a fist to the air.

The bar shouts back in unison, even Eddie finds himself wanting to join in.

“That’s what I like to hear.” She laughs throatily. “Now I want you to give it up, and by that I mean your hard earned dollars, for our girl JETT!”

I Love Rock ‘N Roll - Joan Jett starts up, along with a raucous cheer from the crowd as girl jumps up onto the bar in black PVC booty shorts, a ripped white crop top, black bra visible underneath and black high-top converse, her back is to everyone as she claps her hands and stamps along to the beat, Eddie tears his eyes away trying to work out the best route to the bar in order to actually get a drink when Gareth starts tugging hard on his arm.

“Jeez man what?” Eddie huffs in irritation, Gareth points dumbly back towards the bar, mouth hanging open, Eddie looks again and feels his own jaw drop.

“Holy shit it’s -” Jeff breathes, the girl is finally facing the crowd, throwing her body back and forth, a huge smile plastered across her pretty face.

“Y/n -” Eddie finishes his sentence with a gulp.

Eddie hadn’t seen you since graduation, but it was definitely you, despite your get up and apparent new found sense of confidence there was no mistaking your face. You had been something of a shrinking violet at High School, choosing to hang out with Eddie and the gang as they didn’t mind that you were painfully shy and preferred books to conversation, and whilst you had never been a fully fledged member of Hellfire you sometimes took part in the occasional campaign if they were short and Eddie coaxed you enough.

It didn’t seem you needed to be coaxed into doing anything anymore though as you gyrated on the platform, hooking your leg and arm around a pole between the bar top and ceiling, spinning about seductively. You headbang slightly, before dropping low to grab a handful of dollars from a howling man, one of the girls behind the bar passes you up a bottle of vodka and you expertly pour a shot into the man’s open mouth. As the song fades out, some of the other girls jump back up to join you, the vodka bottle in your hand being swapped for the microphone.

“Good evening Candyland.” You purr slightly out of breath, laughing loudly at the tumultuous response. “Life is sweet, but you know what? It could be a little sweeter, so how about we pour a little sugar on you?” You ask suggestively, throwing your arms up as Pour Some Sugar On Me - Def Leppard rings out.

Eddie doesn’t know where to look, well he knows exactly where he wants to look but he doesn’t know if he should. You’re back to back with one of the other girls, both winding down to your knees, you crawl across the bar and Eddie finds himself standing tiptoes to follow your progress. You lay on your back, arching upwards, so your chest is on display, while a redhead girl in Daisy dukes wets your body with the seltzer tap. You screech wildly, shaking your head allowing the liquid to splash the front row, Eddie thinks he might pass out as the blood thunders down from his brain to his cock.

You move back up into a kneel, taking the tap and spraying it into the raucous crowd, whilst necking a beer you’ve taken off of someone. You and the rest of the girls line up, all bending sideways so you’re grabbing the ass of the other, spanking in time to the music, before shaking your legs so the muscles bounce and jiggle.

“This is insane.” Gareth says weakly next to Eddie, and he has to agree. You straighten up, spinning around the pole once again until you’re head on staring at Eddie and the group, a wide beaming smile of recognition breaking across your face. You seem to be dancing with even more enthusiasm now you’ve clocked your old school friends, hands running over your own form, as you strut up and down the platform. The redhead from before has a bottle of whiskey in her hand which she pours on her chest with a subtle nod to you, you lean in and lick the gold liquid from her skin, to rapturous hoots and hollers, tracing your tongue up her neck until you meet her mouth; Eddie notices more dollar bills clutched in your hands as you pull away.

The song comes to an end, and you instantly jump down into the crowd, pushing patrons out of your way, practically racing towards the band.

“OH MY GOD, HI!” You shout excitedly, barrelling straight into Eddie first, he barely has time to snap out of his funk and embrace you back before you're pulling away to address the others. You’re flushed with exertion, but to him you’ve never looked prettier.

“Gareth, Jeff!” You hail, bringing each of them in for their own hug, Eddie having to fight down a sudden surge of jealousy.

“Y/n! What the hell man?!” Gareth greets you with a laugh, gesturing to the hive of activity still taking place on the bar behind you.

“Girl’s gotta make a living, ya know.” You tease, punching him lightly in the arm. “It’s my Aunt’s place, she’s the blonde one up there.” You point to the older woman who revved up the crowd earlier, she’s currently pouring a row of shots, but all the while keeping an eye on her girls, including you.

“What are you guys doing here?” You ask casually, like you’re not standing in front of them scantily clad, and the source of their awkward crotch covered stances.

“We’re on tour.” Jeff supplies.

“Holy shit - that’s so cool, where are you playing?” Eddie wants to answer you, but your devastating smile is making his brain short circuit.

“They played the R-Bar tonight. Lambshank, manager extraordinaire and long time patron of Candyland.” Lambshank butts in, offering his hand in greeting, you shake it and Eddie sees a slight wariness enter your expression.

“The R-Bar huh? I’d thought with how good you guys were in High School, you’d be playing bigger venues than that.” You don't say it maliciously, you seem genuinely concerned, and it sparks Eddie's brain and mouth back to life.

“We’ve been trying to but it’s not been going so well.” Eddie says quietly, and you nod in understanding.

“Where are you guys playing next?” You ask with interest.

“We’re at the R-Bar again tomorrow night.” Gareth says, unable to keep the dismay out of his voice.

“Ok, cool, leave it with me. Drinks on the house by the way, just go see my aunt. Catch up properly at close?” You ask quickly, already backing up towards the bar, slipping under the gap and whispering in your aunt's ear as you service the clamouring groups.

Eddie's gaze is firmly fixed on your retreating form, he always had a soft spot for you through school, ok maybe crush was more accurate, although he'd play it off as a brotherly protective vibe when people had asked but what he was feeling now was far from brotherly.

"I'll get us some beers." He says not caring if the others are listening, purposely ignoring Lambshank's request for a double JD, as he makes his way through the thronging horde, with a little elbowing he eventually gets to the front.

“What can I get you handsome?” Your aunt asks him, leaning across the bar.

“Uh - four Coors Dry please.” He responds absentmindedly watching the way you’re shaking a drink at the other end of the bar, clearly flirting with every customer and doing a damn good judging by your overflowing tip jar.

“Would you prefer for my niece to serve you?” Your aunt says with a wry smile.

“Oh - uh - no sorry, just haven't seen her in a while.” Eddie stammers, slipping across a $20 bill.

“You’re Eddie right?” He nods, she smiles and it’s not too dissimilar to your own. “I'm Paula. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name. She never used to shut up about you when she was a teenager, Eddie this, Eddie that.” She laughs, pouring the beers.

“She liked me?” Eddie asks in shock, the thought makes his head spin.

“I don’t think you need to put it in the past tense hunny.” Paula grins, sliding his $20 back across the bar. “You break her heart, I’ll get Doug the Doorman to break your fingers.”

Before Eddie can respond, your voice cuts across the noise once more, you’re up on the bar again, microphone in hand.

“Alright Candylanders, it’s come to our attention that we have some very, very special guests here with us tonight -” The seductive lilt in your tone is back, commanding the attention of everyone in the room, but none more so than Eddie. “- all the way from my hometown of Hawkins, Indiana, they are the next generation of rockstars, the one, the only CORRODED COFFIN!” You bellow pointing towards where Gareth, Jeff and Lambshank are still standing.

“They’re the real deal, and they’re playing at the R-Bar tomorrow, I know - I know it's a fucking shithole." You argue back to the murmured complaints. "But here's the deal, you all go and I will reveal my very secret, very intimate tattoo at the end of their show -” You teasingly pull at the waistline of your booty shorts, before stroking your hand down over your covered mound, the crowd going wild. “- Alright you bunch of horn dogs, save it for tomorrow, now let’s get this fucking party started!” You scream, throwing the microphone down to Paula, who gives you a huge wink.

Cherry Pie - Warrant blares out of the speakers, the girls clambering up to join you once more, pitchers of water in their hands.

“ANYONE ELSE FEELING WET?” Paula shouts into the mic, as you and the rest of the girls pour the pitchers over yourselves, Eddie watches completely enthralled as the water cascades over your chest and down your legs, barely noticing how Gareth and Jeff have joined him.

You stomp over towards them, a huge smile on your face again, dropping into an impressive front split, water droplets glistening over your flushed skin.

“Hey Eddie, you want a blowjob?” You ask loudly over the music.

“Do I want a what?!” Eddie asks incredulously, half laughing, half choking on his beer.

You jump down, grabbing a shot glass, and two bottles of liquor, topping it off with some whipped cream.

“A blow job.” You present to him with a devious smirk.

Eddie throws his head back in a proper laugh, the kind of laugh you used to savour hearing through school, he moves to take the shot but you slap his hand anyway.

“Oh that’s not for you big boy, it’s for me. You need to sit right here.” You say patting the bar top, Eddie looks at you warily but hoists himself up regardless with a smile, you wink and then move to the other end of the bar, whispering something to Paula as you pass.

“Ohhhhh! Ladies and gentlemen, it looks like Jett is about to give some lucky guy a blowjob!” Paula shouts through the mic, stopping mid pour to ring a bell, Eddie’s ears hurt from the wolf whistles and stamping of feet.

Two girls, the redhead and a brunette, help get him in the correct position, legs spread with the shot in between, you get lifted onto the bar by Doug blowing a kiss to him and the gathered crowd. Sinking to your knees you stalk towards him in a slow crawl, he would never be able to listen to Smooth up in ya in the same way ever again. When you reach him, you lean in close to his ear so only he can hear you, his arm automatically coming up to steady you as you hover.

“When I touch your knee, put your hand on the back of my head, and when I touch it again let go.”

You move back, grinning from ear to ear, running your hands over his chest, down and down, fingers brushing his thighs, until you reach his knees; Eddie lifts a shaking a hand to run through your hair at the crown of your head, you wink again before arching low, ass in the air, he can see your lips wrap around the glass; he knows you must notice his raging hard on.

“SHOT, SHOT, SHOT!” The bar screams and Eddie suddenly remembers there are a hundred people watching your antics. Once you have the drink secure, you run your hands back up his legs, tapping his knee once, he lets his hand drop from your head albeit reluctantly. You throw your whole body back, chest jutting out, swallowing the shot to ear splitting cheers and clapping, letting a carefully choreographed bit of liquid spill from the side of your mouth, using your thumb to seductively chase it back to your mouth with a firm suck.

You press a quick kiss to Eddie’s lips, before standing abruptly, taking a bow.

“Can I get one of those? Please?” Gareth asks, voice strained.

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The rest of the night passes in a blur of girls dancing, pounding music and alcohol but Eddie only has eyes for you. Even when Gareth gets his ‘blowjob’ from the redhead, Cherry, you’re still his focus, the way you move, how openly you laugh with the girls sharing private jokes, the way you handle yourself; fearless and so sexy.

The bar finally closes at 2am, it’s oddly quiet now the sound system is off, only the chink of glasses being collected and general chit-shit fills the air. Lambshank is chewing Paula’s ear off about management opportunities, which she seems to be responding to with good humour. Gareth is following Cherry about like a lost puppy, helping her with clearing tables, and Jeff is asleep in one of the booths, a cocktail umbrella tucked behind his ear.

You’re wiping down the bar top, a shy smile on your face, the one Eddie remembered from school, it seems the shrinking violet is still there once the music is off.

“So Eddie Munson the rockstar huh?” You say, voice a little croaky from a night of shouting and singing.

“I wouldn’t say rockstar.” Eddie murmurs, sipping at his drink.

“Is the band your only job?” You ask pointedly, spraying at a stubborn sticky spot.

“Yeah.” Eddie says, rubbing at his neck feeling self conscious.

“Well then, you’re a rockstar.” You grin softly.

“Alright ladies, you can all head home, Mr Shank here is going to help me finish up.” Paula calls, meeting your raised eyebrows with a sheepish shrug of her shoulders.

Eddie watches as Gareth attempts to rouse Jeff from his deep drunken stupor, wondering if he can manage to get him back to the hotel by himself, not quite ready to leave your side, evidently you are thinking along the same lines as you place a delicate hand on his arm.

“Shall we help get the guys back to your hotel?” You suggest gently, trying not to laugh as Jeff sinks lower into the seat trying to pull Gareth in for a spooning.

“You want to come back with me?” Eddie asks, surprised, not believing his luck.

“Yes, if that’s ok.” You say blushing profusely. “Unless you don’t want me to.” You add quickly feeling unsure of yourself.

“No! - I uh, I mean I would love for you to come back with me.” Eddie stammers, his face burning likely matching the same reddened shade as your own.

“Ok, just lemme go get changed.” You smile breathlessly.

The hotel isn’t far from the bar, and the thirty minute walk allows you and Eddie to catch up some more, sharing lingering looks and touches where you can, in between half carrying, half dragging Jeff. Gareth being absolutely no help, floating along behind slowly, waxing lyrical about how he is in love with Cherry.

“Should I tell him she’s a lesbian?” You whisper to Eddie, stifling a giggle.

“Let him have his moment whilst he’s still hammered.” Eddie laughs. “I’ll break it to him in the morning, assuming he remembers.”

Your head is swimming with all kinds of Eddie related thoughts as you try your best to concentrate on the task at hand, helping Gareth into bed, he passes out as soon as his face hits the mattress in the double room. Eddie situates a now entirely unconscious Jeff with some difficulty, before making sure they both have glasses of water and Tylenol on the bedside table ready for their no doubt horrendous hangovers.

You’re bubbling with nerves as he closes the door, but they abruptly disappear when he takes your hand, leading you down the corridor to his own room. It's small and basic but at least it’s clean.

“So - uh do you want a drink?” Eddie asks, rooting about in a plastic bag on the side. “I have slightly warm Coke or slightly warm Mountain Dew.”

“Such variety! I’ll take a slightly warm Mountain Dew please.” You laugh, perching on the end of his bed, rubbing your hands over your leggings.

“For Madame.” He passes you a can with a silly little French accent, sitting next to you with a can of Coke. “Gotta say it was one hell of a show you put on tonight sweetheart.”

You’re blushing again, shaking your head in embarrassed disagreement.

“It’s nothing special, just silly little dances and tricks, but it pays the bills, and it helps Paula out.” You say dismissively.

“I think it was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” Eddie mutters, his leg jiggling with nerves or pent up energy, you couldn’t tell.

“C’mon Eddie, it wasn’t that good.” You mumble, thinking if your cheeks got any warmer the sprinkler system would go off.

“When you did that thing with the shot, I nearly came in my pants.” He says honestly, laughing at his own admission, it sparks something within you, the same feeling of fearlessness you experience when you’re up on the bar. You stand up, taking his drink from his hand and placing it on the windowsill with yours, kicking off your shoes and pulling down your leggings so you’re left in your panties and pink Candyland sweater.

“It would be a waste if you came in your pants Eddie, when my mouth is right here.” You whisper, sinking to your knees in front of him, praying you hadn’t misread the signals.

Eddie doesn’t give you long to worry, grabbing your face in his hands, leaning down to kiss you hard, tongue stroking into your mouth making you moan softly.

“Jesus Christ, I can’t believe this is happening.” Eddie murmurs against your lips as you unbuckle his belt, lifting his hips to help you tug his pants and boxers down. His cock slaps against his belly, long and hard, making your mouth water, you wrap your lips around him eagerly, tongue flat against the shaft as you bob up and down.

“Oh - f-fuck.” Eddie groans, hands back in your hair just like at the bar, gently guiding your movements. The room is filled with the sounds of your choking and sucking, the wet slide of your mouth over his throbbing dick, and Eddie’s whimpering gasps.

“Yes! Oh baby, your mouth feels - shit - so fucking good. Used to dream about you - fuck - used to dream about you doing t-this.” He moans, hips pistoning up to meet your open throat as you move quicker. “Can I - ah! Can I fuck you? Please sweetheart?” He begs, and it sends a surge or arousal through you.

You pull off him with a broken gasp, lips swollen and wet.

“Yes please.” You say sweetly, slightly out of breath.

Eddie’s hands are everywhere as he hauls you up from the floor, peeling your panties down, fingers tracing through your wetness whilst he kisses you deeply again.

“Condom - where the fuck did I put the fucking condoms?!” He hisses, stretching back down to retrieve his pants, you laugh peppering his neck with licks and nips.

You’re practically dripping, hovering over his cock, waiting with baited breath as he rolls the condom on, angling the hard tip to your slick opening. Both of you letting out loud moans as you sink down inch by inch, walls hugging him tightly, spasming with the stretch.

“Eddie - oh my god!” You whimper, nails biting into his shoulder, rocking against each other, his balls hitting your ass.

“Yesss, you feel like fucking heaven.” Eddie growls, using his strength to hammer up into you, both knowing the other wasn’t going to last long, the entire evening serving as foreplay. You bring your fingers down to rub roughly at your clit, whining into his mouth through messy kisses, each thrust of his cock bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Eddie, babe, I’m gonna cum.” You gasp, pussy tightening almost to the point of pain, vision going blurry as you climax hard.

“Oh god - baby! Fuck -” Eddie chokes out, arms holding you in a bruising grasp, head against your neck as he jerks his hips at a brutal pace, hurtling into his own release with a loud cry.

Eddie continues to pump gently into you, drawing out your orgasms, lazy kisses, and stroking touches bringing you back down.

“Goddamn, why didn’t we do this years ago?” He asks breathlessly, as you laugh with exhilaration, he lays back on the bed pulling you with him, thundering heartbeats steadily slowing.

“Y/n?” Eddie asks quietly after a time, fingers stroking up and down your thighs.

“Mmm?” You murmur sleepily.

“I know I was a little distracted back there, but - uh - I didn’t see any kind of tattoo.”

You laugh again, pushing off the bed, rummaging through your bag, throwing a small packet at Eddie.

“Candy cigarettes?” He queries in confusion.

“Yep, with a free Batman rub-on tattoo.” You grin, jumping back onto the bed straddling him once more, shoving one of the candy sticks into your mouth.

“Those are a filthy habit, sweetheart.” Eddie teases grinning widely up at you.

“Care to do the honours?” You smirk devilishly, waving the temporary tattoo at him.

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patolemus · 6 months

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As I promised the lovely @lucy-andreas here’s a list of my favorite jegulus fics. Be warned, it’s a weird mix all around:

1. One Thousand Wildflower Fields by ThisLiminalSpace

James is a good citizen. He pays his taxes, waves at his neighbours, remembers his mother’s birthday, works on things and stuff on the Internet like any other human in this day and age, and certainly has never been involved in anything illegal.

Well.

There is a first time for everything.

Notes: no-magic, abo au where omegas weren’t allowed out of the house until recently. Regulus deals with his new found freedom by fighting in illegal rings. James deals… not. Completed.

2. Of Pinstripes And Potions by pansysnarkinson

When James wakes up, his head is pounding. He can’t remember drinking anything, but supposes he must have because it feels like he’s been hit square between the eyes with a bludger. He’s never been one to get hungover, but he knows this is what it’s supposed to feel like. Although, come to think of it, he doesn’t remember celebrating their victory on the pitch, isn’t completely sure they had one at all. The last thing he remembers is turning to look to the stands, revelling in the roars of his fellow Gryffindors, certain that they were going to beat Hufflepuff. Then, he turned and… was hit square between the eyes with a bludger.

Now he’s stuck in the hospital wing, and the bed next to his is occupied by none other than Regulus Black.

Notes: not much to say about this one. Very light as far as jegulus in Hogwarts goes. Completed.

3. James Potter's Application to Court Regulus Black by MiriamMT

“Hello and welcome, my name is James Potter and this is my presentation on ‘Why I should be allowed to date Regulus Black’.”

* * *

When James asks for Sirius' blessing for his and Regulus' relationship, Sirius insists on a formal application and a presentation on why he deserves to be with his little brother.

Notes: hilarious and very fluffy. It’s a one shot and there isn’t much going on in the background. Completed.

4. the golden king by maladaptivewriting

When Regulus Black woke up in 1991 after he was supposed to die twelve years prior, he realized two things. One, the locket he had worked so hard to steal had never been destroyed so the Dark Lord was still alive. And two, Harry Potter, James Potter's son, was in danger.

Regulus goes to school with the Golden Trio.

Notes: one of my favorite Regulus-survives-the-cave fics. Also one of my favorite jegulus fics in general. Follows the golden trio + de-aged Regulus as they go to Hogwarts, and how Regulus’ influence changes things. James may or may not be dead, though he is definitely present. It’s complicated. Ongoing, but has steady updates.

5. All you need is love by touchlikethesun

James Potter is so helplessly in love with Regulus Black. And miraculously Regulus loves him back. And in the end, isn't that all that matters?

Notes: morally gray James. It explains most of what happens here. It gets pretty dark at some point, but I personally love me a Death Eather!James Potter when done right. And this one is definitely done right. Hopeful Ending? Ambiguous Ending? Something like that. Surprisingly, the only steady relationship is jegulus. Everything else is a mess, as Marauders tend to be. Completed.

6. my almost lover by alarainai and salmon_says

“If I was dating Regulus, I would have noticed.”

A pause. His friends all stare at him with various levels of disbelief. Suddenly, he feels very stupid.

“Are you sure?” Remus asks.

Regulus and James are a couple. James is the last person to realise this.

Notes: fluffy and funny. Very light, almost no angst considering the canon material we have to work with. James is a very lovable idiot as per usual. Completed.

7. quite like us by alarainai and salmon_says

[18:12] Seriously, wrong number. Don’t send shirtless pictures to strangers.

[18:13] Padfoot, this rejection hurts.

[18:16] What’s a Padfoot?

[18:17] Wait, is this actually not Padfoot?

[18:19] I don’t even know what that is, but no. I’m not a Padfoot.

Notes: modern au with a wrong number situation. Strangers to lovers, very cute all around with a healthy doze of panic and angst (but nothing too terrible). Completed.

8. Only the Brave by Solmussa

Regulus Black is angry. He wants revenge. He wants to watch the world burn for all it's done to him. He also wants to make out with James Potter, but that's a secret he'll take to the grave. Vengeance is more important than... whatever it is that chokes him when he lays eyes on Potter.

James Potter is confused, because Regulus Black is, all of a sudden, hot. And it's unfair because Sirius is going to kill him if he doesn't get his impulse control in line.

A fic about two idiots falling in love (x2 because there's wolfstar, too) during a war, and the sacrifices they'll have to make to survive it.

Notes: one of the best jegulus fics I’ve read in my life. Gut wrenching, soul shattering angst. It’ll make you cry at five in the morning while contemplating your decisions and at four in the afternoon, also contemplating your decisions. The fluff will kill you, as will the hurt/comfort and the happy ending. Everything in this fic is designed to hurt, but you’ll thank the author because it’s all worth it in the end. A monster with more than 600k worth of words so thread with caution if you’re thinking of starting this at night like I did. Other than that, put on your seatbelt because you’re in for a ride. Completed.

9. Mastermind (Love Made Me Crazy) by MiriamMT

Regulus is consumed by bitterness and pain after his brother Sirius ran away from home, and he blames James Potter for taking him away.

Seeking revenge, he plots to take James away from Sirius. But what starts as a means of vengeance quickly turns into a tumultuous affair, and Regulus finds himself falling in love. Passion and desire turn into feelings and the wish to do and be better for James.

But, as he navigates his complex feelings for James, a dark wizard rises to power, seeking to gain followers among the Hogwarts students. Trapped between duty and love, Regulus is forced to confront his fears, as he tries to protect those he cares about.

Notes: the only reason this didn’t break me the same way Only the Brave did is because it’s half its size. Which is still an impressive 300k worth of words, but you don’t spend wallowing in despair as long. I can promise a happy ending but at what cost? Completed.

10. i regret you all the time by inevitablestars

What happens when James falls for Regulus and his friends lose their trust in him?

Notes: deceptively short summary. I still haven’t finished this one out of sheer fear of how much it’ll break me. I never do MCD or canon compliant fics when it comes to jegulus but the Death Eather!James Potter tag seduced me. I regret it all the time (pun intended) but at the same time I don’t. Can’t say how it ends because I still haven’t gotten the courage to read the last chapter but… thread with caution and keep a pair of tissues near you. Completed.

11. glimpses of heaven by lunahunt

In the aftermath of the prank, James Potter is at an all time low. He can barely look at Sirius, Remus’s dad is keeping him locked up all summer, and Lily Evans hates him even more than usual.

In an effort to get James out of the house, Euphemia signs her son up for a summer Quidditch program with the famous Josef Wronski—seeker for the Grodzisk Goblins and inventor of the Wronski Feint.

The last person James expects to see there is Regulus Black.

[slow ish burn jegulus fic beginning the summer after the marauders fifth year and continuing through the rest of their years at hogwarts] [not canon compliant (aka everyone won’t die)]

Notes: one of the best James characterizations I’ve ever read. The author makes him so inherently flawed and human and it’s wonderful. Post Prank Angst, of course. My only regret reading this is that it’s incomplete, though I still harbor hope that the author will update again.

12. Crimson Rivers by bizarrestars

Regulus Black was fifteen the first time his name was called at a reaping. He's twenty-five when it happens to him again. A lot has changed in that time, and one of them is that he's ready to do whatever it takes to make it home. Nothing or no one will stop him, not even James Potter.

James Potter has no plans to stop Regulus Black from making it home. In fact, his plans revolve around the opposite. He has his reasons, but he's made his choice to get Regulus out of the arena, even knowing it'll be the last thing he ever does.

Sirius Black was sixteen when he volunteered to take his little brother's place in the arena. At twenty-six, without the option to do it again, he has no choice but to be a mentor to his brother and best friend, knowing that only one of them can make it back out.

Two names called, a mentor on the verge of falling apart, and more secrets and grief between all of them than they know how to handle. None of them are prepared for what comes next, or how far they'll go to make it through.

Notes: is it really a jegulus fic rec list if I don’t recommend CR, aka the best jegulus fic of all times? No it’s not, so here it is, the best jegulus fic I’ve read. The Hunger Games au, with aged-up characters. Promises a happy ending but at what cost? Prepare to bawl, scream, look blankly at your wall, laugh and fall in love with this pair of idiots as they fight for their lives. Surprisingly, not everyone dies, and there is a happy ending. There’s pretty graphic depictions of violence though, so thread carefully. It’s a 865k words monster fic (longer than the Bible!) but it really doesn’t feel that long when you’re desperate to see what happens next. I don’t recommend reading this if you’re planning on stopping for long periods of time, though be ready to feel emotionally drained afterwards because this one is the definition of a rollercoaster. You have to have an account to see this work. Completed.

13. just lovers (like we were supposed to be) by bizarrestars

Regulus closes his eyes and shakes his head again, looking pained, then he opens them and sighs. "And your solution to this is me? Pretending to be my boyfriend?"

"Yeah. It's actually bloody brilliant, if you think about it. Everyone will leave happy. I'm going to fake date my way into falling in love," James announces grandly, sticking his hand out and waving it through the air like he's presenting a banner.

***

Or, the one in which James Potter wants to prove he'd be a good boyfriend to Lily Evans and comes up with the brilliant plan to fake date Regulus Black his way into falling in love. It doesn't quite go as anyone expects.

Task failed...successfully?

Notes: no Voldemort au, fake dating trope, angst with a happy ending. As always, Zar delivers complete masterpieces. Also one of my favorite jegulus fics of all times. The angst, thankfully, is not of the life or death variety, which is refreshing in this fandom. You’ll suffer, but you’ll be happy about it. You have to have an account to see this work. Completed.

14. By Your Heart's Calm Strength by pansysnarkinson

Nobody knows who started the fire at Grimmauld Place.

Some people swear it was Sirius, hell-bent on taking revenge on an unloving family.

Others swear it was Regulus, gone mad like other Blacks before him.

The only thing James Potter knows is that the mystery is occupying far more of his mind than is healthy.

Notes: I read this a long time ago but I remember being bamboozled when I did. James slowly discovers the truth of what happened at Grimmauld Place, and falls in love with Regulus along the way. Fluff and angst, of course. Completed.

15. Carpe Noctem by evareinadeescocia

Golden boy,

Lion boy;

Tell me what it’s like to conquer.

Fearless child,

Broken boy;

Tell me what it’s like to burn.

(...)

In which a very nosy James Potter notices that every weekend, when everyone falls asleep, Regulus Black sneaks into an abandoned fifth-floor classroom, and he can't help but try to find out what the little Black is up to.

Notes: another one of my all time favorites. Enemies to lovers, secret relationship, standard jegulus fic. This one has Seer!Regulus, which is both very important and at the same time not relevant at all. Non canon compliant and a promised happy ending which is the only reason I read it because at the time it looked too similar to Choices and I don’t touch canon compliant fics with a ten feet pole. A 680k word monster, it’s currently on hiatus but I strongly believe the author will come back to finish it. Every time I think about it I consider giving it a reread.

16. Finders Keepers by jeggie_toast

"Bloody hell," he murmured. "I really fancy you, Reggie."

It sounded like music, coming from James' lips; a piece that Regulus would like to listen to for the rest of his life.

"...I fancy you, too."

A slow-burn, canon-compliant fic documenting the relationship between James Potter and Regulus Black - from the first time they officially meet, throughout the development of their friendship and eventual romance, right to the moment it all ends. Lots of fluff, no smut :)

*FOR THOSE WHOSE HEARTS CAN'T TAKE CANON-COMPLIANCY* - Stop reading at Chapter 99, then go read my Happy Ending Au: He Is!

Notes: to be completely honest, I did not read the last chapters and skipped to the Happy Ending Au so I have no idea how it ends in canon compliant. I can take a guess though. As usual with jegulus fics, you’ll suffer but you’ll be happy about it. The Happy Ending Au is pretty great. Completed.

17. blue and yellow skies by alarainai and salmon_says

#starchaser is trending.

Regulus Black ✓ @littleking

Why is this a thing? I don't even like Potter.

James Potter ✓ @jfprongs

Replying to @littleking

He's lying. We're desperately in love.

Regulus Black ✓ @littleking

Replying to @jfprongs

die :)

Quidditch Rivals turned Quidditch Lovers. That's what the world sees them as, at least.

Too bad Regulus hates James Potter's guts, and James? Well, it doesn't matter what he feels about their definitely fake, definitely emotionless relationship.

Notes: no Voldemort, modern technology meets magic, professional Quidditch au. Enemies to lovers (though are they enemies if they were in love with each other already?), fake dating trope. Fluff with the appropriate angst dosis, amazing happy ending. Completed.

I know there’s many other fics that are considered must reads for the fandom, but they’re either canon compliant or have MCD, so I haven’t read them, nor will I ever read them. I’ll still leave the links in case someone is interested, but I won’t give any descriptions.

1. Choices by MesserMoon (Canon-Compliant).

2. Art Heist, Baby! by otrtbs (Tagged MCD, the only one of these I may read if I ever find the courage).

3. The Heart of a Lion by orphan_account (Canon-Compliant and Tagged MCD).

Other must reads I have not read yet, so I won’t be giving any descriptions. I’ll still leave the links though.

1. Falls by vantelk

2. pink lemonade by moonysbookshelf

3. Best Friend's Brother by bizarrestarts (needs an account to read)

4. when you were mine by sequinhaze (needs an account to read)

5. The Blood In Your Mouth by moonysmirrorball

#jegulus #regulus black #james potter #regulus black x james potter #starchaser #fic recs #fic rec #marauders era #marauders fic #ao3 #fanfiction

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cartermagazine · 10 months

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Today We Honor Phyllis Hyman

Phyllis Linda Hyman was an American singer-songwriter and actress, born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania July 6, 1949. She was best known for her singles from the late 1970s through the early 1990s including: You Know How to Love Me, Living All Alone, and Don’t Wanna Change the World.

She performed on a national tour with the group, New Direction. Later she joined All the People while working with another group, The Hondo Beat. She made her acting debut in 1974 in the film Lenny. Hyman also led a group called Phyllis Hyman and the P/H Factor.

Hyman’s debut solo album named Phyllis Hyman was released in 1977 on Buddah Records. When Arista Records bought Buddah Records, she transferred to the new label and released four albums: Somewhere in My Lifetime (1979), You Know How to Love Me (1979), Can’t We Fall in Love Again? (1981), and Goddess of Love (1983).

She also performed on Broadway in the musical, Sophisticated Ladies, the tribute play for Duke Ellington. For that work, she received a Tony Award, nominated for Best Supporting Actress in a Musical, and won a Theatre World Award for Best Newcomer.

In 1983 Hyman recorded the song “Never Say Never Again” for the James Bond movie of the same name which starred Sean Connery but the song she recorded couldn’t be used for the movie soundtrack due to legal reasons. In 1986 Hyman released the album, Living All Alone, on the Philadelphia International label. She also appeared in the movies, Too Scared to Scream (1985), Spike Lee’s School Daze (1988), and The Kill Reflex (1989).

In 1991 Phyllis Hyman released the album, The Prime of My Life, on Philadelphia International, which was the biggest album of her career. It included her first number-one R&B hit as well her first Billboard Top 100 hit, Don’t Wanna Change the World. The album, her last released while she was alive, was certified gold by 1992.

Phyllis Hyman… One of the Greatest Artists of our Lifetime.

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su8arandspite · 3 months

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Feels Like Forever

Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day 1991, and Steve has a romantic getaway planned for himself and his girlfriend. But it might be a little more than a weekend away. Or, alternatively, the one where Steve has a very important question he wants to ask Beth.

steve harrington x female!oc

warnings and content: not proofread, probably not geographically accurate, established relationship, tooth-rotting fluff, smut, mentions of breeding, slight praise kink, unprotected sex

Just a lil (tiny bit late) valentine’s day blurb and some self-indulgence in oc fics. I have mixed feelings about this tbh but i love steve and beth so much & i’d like to send a big thank you to @powderblueblood for encouraging me

word count: 2.9k

(psst: want more beth & steve? Here 1 2 3 are some old classics from the vault ;)) )

“ARE you sure you know where we’re going?”

Beth turned her gaze away from the passing countryside to lock onto the man sitting in the drivers’ seat beside her. Steve drummed his fingers against the steering wheel in time to the beat of the radio, which he had turned on low.

“Yes,” he scoffed. “Maybe. I’m pretty sure it’s just straight down this road and then we turn after the… cornfield”

Steve’s cheeks pinkened. There were miles of cornfields, nothing but them, as they drove through rural Indiana. The laugh that Beth gives in return is kind, mirthful.

“Oh, Steve,” Beth reached to retrieve the map from his glovebox. As she unfolded it, she broke out into a playful grin. “Where would you be without me?”

She clicked her tongue playfully. Steve tore his eyes away from the road just in time to witness the glow in her eyes as a ray of sunshine caught the hazel and warmed it into the color of fresh honey. He reached for her, gently squeezing her hand in his.

“Darling,” Steve shook his head and pressed a feather-light kiss to her knuckles. “I don’t wanna know.”

“Good,” she breathed over a giggle. “‘Cause you’re stuck with me.”

“Promise?”

Her laugh and the soft hum of agreement she gave with it was like smooth butter melting over toast, and Steve was just as soft.

This little Valentine’s Day weekend getaway was much-needed. Beth had been working herself too hard, taking up extra shifts at the hospital, and Steve had missed her terribly. She came home tired and overworked more often than not. Beth took care of everyone around her—in and out of work; he only wanted her to feel taken care of, too. It took minimal convincing on Steve’s part to talk her into a weekend for just the two of them. He took Nancy’s suggestion of a place off of Lake Michigan where she and Jonathan had gone some time prior.

“Okay,” she said, tapping at something on the map. “So, I think the turn’s just up the road…”

Sure enough, the sign stuck out of the cornfields just enough for her to spot it.

“Well, would you look at that,” she teased. “It was by the cornfield.”

The eyeroll Steve gave in response was half-hearted. “See?”

Beth shifted in her seat as the car finally turned off the gravel road. She tilted her head to look out the window, leaning against it like a little kid. It wasn’t long until the cabin came into view, a quaint little structure that looked cozy and inviting in the winter cold.

Despite her best efforts, Steve refused to let her help him carry the bags inside. She acquiesced and took him up on his suggestion to check the place out instead.

Steve watched with a lovestruck grin as Beth rushed to the back deck. She gripped the bannister and stared out at the view. Even in the dead of winter, the scenery was breathtaking. Lake Michigan was just visible through the trees and what bit of it Beth could make out was frozen solid. Winter or not, she doubted they would have any trouble staying warm in their cozy little cabin.

Mischief shined in her eyes as she completed her visual sweep of the back deck. The jacuzzi had a perfect view out on the nature below and clear through to the water.

“Ooh,” she lilted. “Look, Steve: hot tub!”

This finally pulled him away from the bag he was busy rummaging through and out to join her. Steve padded over to her side like a puppy, eager to find her touch. He hooked his chin over her shoulder. A content sigh rumbled through his chest as his hands slid around her waist, fingers gripping to pull her flush against him. Steve’s breath tickled her neck as he spoke:

“Whaddya say we test it out?”

His hands were warm as they slid under her sweater, heating her where the chilly air hit and spreading from the inside out. Beth shifted in his embrace until their faces were mere inches apart.

“I’d say: ‘let’s do it, lover boy.’”

The sweet sound of Beth’s laughter faded into a shriek as he lifted her clean off the ground.

“As you wish.”

Steve insisted on planning the weekend for the both of them; he kept as much of it a surprise from Bethany as he could get away with. She only managed to pull it out of him once they were in the car that he was taking her to that zoo she had mentioned wanting to see for the day. Dinner was still a mystery, but she had until 7 PM to weasel her way to that information.

The Washington Park Zoo teemed with families and couples alike. As they strolled through the gift shop, Steve absently rubbed his thumb over the back of Beth’s hand that he was holding. He was pulled from his thoughts by her voice:

“Look, Steve! He kinda reminds me of you,” She held up a small stuffed lion. “You know, sweet face, cool hair…”

Steve took the toy in his free hand and held it up close to his face, puppeting it, “Funny you should say that, because he and I just so happen to both think that you are the most beautiful woman we’ve ever seen.”

She flushed, “Why, thank you.”

“What’s that?” He held it up to his ear, nodding in agreement. “He says he wants to come home with us.”

Beth’s eyes sparkled. Playing along, she took another half-step closer to Steve and gripped its little paw in her hand. “Yeah?”

“Welcome to the family, little guy,” locking eyes with Steve, she beamed. “Say hello to your new Daddy.”

Beth turned on her heel and sauntered further down the aisle. Steve’s cheeks burned and he stood, stunned, until his brain caught up and he ducked away towards the checkout counter before she could even tell him that she had only been joking.

When time to leave for their dinner reservations rolled around, Steve was the last one ready. Beth stood in the living room, leaning over the mirror by the foyer, and giving her lipstick one last glance over, while he was nowhere to be found.

Steve had been fully dressed for a while—crisp button down, even a tie and sports coat— but he was so busy running over things in his mind that he lost track of time. Only the sound of her voice calling his name was enough to pull Steve out of his stupor.

He reached a hand into his pockets one last time; some of the tension released from him as his hand gripped around velvet. Squaring his shoulders, he rushed out to meet her.

“Wow,” he breathed. “You’re gorgeous.”

“Thank you,” she leaned into his touch to meet his kiss. “And you look very handsome.”

“Is that so?”

“Mhmm,” She nodded. “Very.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Steve pulled away enough to whisper. “I love you.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” she repeated. “I love you, too.”

Steve leaned in for another peck, but didn’t quite make it there.

“Ah,” she gently placed her palm to his chest, head shaking. “As much as I love where this is heading, we have to go. We’ll be late.”

An exaggerated whine escaped him. Steve hung his head. He lingered just a moment with his nose breathing in the scent of her perfume:

“All right,” he lifted his head, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips to punctuate each word. “Just. One. More. Kiss.”

Reluctantly, he pulled himself away from her. While Beth went ahead to the car, Steve made a show of turning the key. He didn't turn back to join Beth until the lock clicked back into place and the deadbolt was retracted. With the door left unlocked, Steve jogged over to his car. Step one: check.

His breath caught in his throat at the sight of her leaning casually against the beemer, her blonde locks cascading effortlessly over her shoulders, and the flowy skirt of her cherry red evening dress peeking out from beneath her coat. She was the picture of beauty, and Steve nearly forgot how to think.

Adjusting his jacket, Steve pressed one final kiss to her cheek. He opened up the passenger door and helped her inside.

As he rounded the car, Steve tapped his hand to the trunk twice. And now: dinner.

“Okay,” Steve lowered his hands. “You can look now.”

When Beth opened her eyes, she blinked a few times to adjust to the new lighting. The cabin was dimly illuminated by candlelight, affording a soft glow to the room and emitting a pleasant vanilla scent. Rose petals scattered the floor in a path down the hall, guiding her towards the living room. She followed hesitantly, bolstered by the gentle squeeze of Steve’s hand to her shoulder.

The trail led into the main room where it tapered off just before a semi-circle of candles. Steve moved to stand in the center of it. Tears slipped from his eyes before Steve even hit the ground. He knelt on one knee and, with shaky hands, clumsily opened the ring box.

“I love you so, so much, Bethany Lynn Sullivan—honestly, I have for a very long time now—and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. You make me happier than I ever thought I could be. And, if you’ll let me, I will spend the rest of my life trying to make you feel the same. Will you marry me?”

From where Steve knelt, the candlelight just brushed over her face and the single hall light hovered over her head, reflecting like a halo over her blonde hair.

“Steve, yes. Of course, I’ll marry you!”

His hands shook as he slipped the ring onto her finger. It slotted into place like it was always meant to be there. Robin was right, he thought, it was the perfect ring. The band was a shiny yellow gold that stood out against the halo setting. Smaller stones of white diamond and emerald clustered around a one carat diamond that Steve had saved up for for months.

Wiping stray tears from his eyes, he stood, quick to pull her in for a tight embrace. He kissed her with everything he had. Unable to contain his excitement, he lifted her up off of the ground, spinning in a heated smooch.

“Did you do all of this yourself?”

“No,” He shook his head. “Actually, I had a little help from Robin and Eddie. Wanted to keep it a surprise, you know?”

“It’s perfect,” she hummed.

Steve’s heart swelled within his chest so quickly that he was surprised it didn’t just beat clean out of his rib cage. The kiss was a messy blur— his teeth and greedy tongue nipped away her lipstick, grasp liberally taking handfuls of hip and ass, and her hands tangled up in his hair. She tasted of champagne and sugar from the ice cream they shared at dinner; it was every bit as sweet as Beth was.

The moments that followed were a blur of kisses and champagne. Steve can’t even remember how they ended up in the bathroom or if it had been him or Beth who started the bath. Their clothing long since forgotten, the couple clambered into the soapy water.

Steve sat up on his knees, turning around to face outside the bathtub. He slotted into place between Beth’s knees from where she sat on the edge. His hands slid over the smooth skin of her thighs, grip tightening to hold her in place. Steve spread her open with one hand, licking a long stripe from her wetness up to her clit. His eyes fluttered shut with a groan of arousal and he finally wrapped his lips around her clit, suckling greedily. Every sigh that Beth breathed out went straight to his cock. It twitched with want, neglected, save for what tiny bit of relief he found from bumping his hips against the tub.

“God,” he whined against her. “Such a good girl. Taste so fuckin’ sweet. My good girl.”

Her canary yellow nail polish popped against Steve’s chestnut locks which she grabbed handfuls of and pulled at the roots of in just the way she knew drove him crazy. More praise dripped freely from his lips, every word hurdling her closer to the edge. Pure pleasure and white-hot pressure built up inside Beth until she could hardly stand it. With one last cry of his name, her thighs clenched tightly around his head.

His iron grip on her thigh was the only thing to keep Beth in place through her climax, centering her between each convulsion. Finally, Steve pulled away from her core with a lewd pop. He planted one final sweet peck to her inner thigh, muttering just loud enough for her to pick up on: “I love you.”

Gently, he helped lower her into the warm water. Beth settled facing him, her legs straddling the bottom parts of his thighs. She dropped a kiss to the corner of his jaw. “I love you, too.”

Her kiss-swollen lips slotted against his in yet another sloppy make out. Blindly, she reached her hand between their bodies and palmed lightly at his erection. Her touch was tentative, teasing, as she wrapped her hand around him and slowly began to twist her wrist.

Steve’s jaw lowered in awe. The new jewelry sparkled each time it caught the light and fuck did it look just perfect wrapped around his cock. It was a nod to Steve and the rest of the world that Beth was his fiancée, soon his wife. And the idea alone nearly made him spill into her hand like an overeager teenager.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he whined. “Ah, I need to be inside you. Please”

“Yeah?”

He didn’t have to tell her twice. Beth stabilized herself with her hands now gripping his shoulders. Careful not to slip, she straddled him fully and sank herself down onto him. Steve reached to clasp her hands in his as she began to slowly ride him.

It’s messy and sweet, like the rosewater bubbles that had started to fade away around them. Water sloshed softly with every rock of her hips, slightly drowning out Steve’s whimpers in the same way Beth’s pants muffled out into the warm skin of his shoulder where her head drooped to rest against.

“Ah, ‘m gonna cum,” he bucked his hips up to fuck into her in tandem with the slow rock of her hips. “Gonna come inside of you and— shit, just like that— fuck a baby into you.”

“Me too,” she whined. “Steve, ‘m gonna cum”

Steve’s grip was bruising as he stilled her, fucking up into her one last time. He swiped his thumb lazily over her clit until her second orgasm milked him. Beth was pliant in his arms, slightly sweaty skin plastered to his.

“You know,” Steve broke the silence as he wiped her clean. “I’ve actually been holding onto that ring for a while now.”

“Really?” She smiled, opening her tired eyes to get a good look at him. “For how long?”

“A year.”

He paused his fingers where they had been combing through her hair. Steve’s cheeks burned and swelled as his lips curved into a sheepish smile.

“It’s perfect,” Beth assured him.

“And so are you.”

As Steve rinsed the shampoo from her hair and Beth turned to start on him, he let her in on another secret: “How does September 16th sound?”

“I think it sounds nice.”

“Good,” he hummed. “I, uh, I don’t know if you remember this, actually, but I wanted it to be then because it was on that day when I first thought I wanted to marry you. I mean, okay, technically, we were 6 and it probably doesn’t really mean anything, but I meant it. You kissed me on the playground behind the slide because I punched Tommy for destroying your art project.”

“God, I’d forgotten about that,” she laughed. “But, yeah. That sounds perfect, Steve.”

“Good,” he hummed. “Okay, so a fall wedding it is.”

“Sounds like a plan to me. So, who’s gonna be your best man? Eddie, or Dustin?”

Steve thought it over for a minute, “Dustin, definitely. After all, he is the one who pushed us together in the first place.”

She laughed. “That’s true.”

Steve grinned and splayed one hand over her belly, musing, “We should name our first born after him, actually.”

“Woah, slow down, there, Mr. Mom,” she patted her hands to his, laughing. “Wedding first, then we can talk about babies.”

Steve pushed his lower lip out in a playful pout, “Fine. But, for the record, you’re gonna be really cute when you’re pregnant”

Her cheeks flushed. “I’m actually not sure about the name, though. I may or may not have lost a bet to Eddie and drunkenly promised to name my eldest child after him.

“Okay,” He snorted, “How does ‘Eddie Dustin’ Harrington sound?”

“It has a certain ring to it.”

Another idea occurred to him as they finally clamored out of the rapidly cooling water, letting the tub drain as Steve grabbed each of them a fresh towel.

“Hey,” Steve perked up. “We can still practice making babies, right?”

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t quite stifle the chuckle this pulled from her. “Yes, you idiot.”

“Okay, good,” he hummed.

Steve cupped her cheeks in his hands. It drew her eyes to his. He didn’t even wait for the laughing fit to subside before he leaned in to kiss her again. She clasped her hands over hers, and he massaged his thumb over the diamond on her engagement ring.

“I love you, Mrs. Harrington,” Steve whispered as he wrapped the towel around her frame.

“I love you, too, Mr. Harrington.”

pls excuse any typos, to be edited later

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