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roosterforme's '80s Rocktober Playlist fic challenge

For those about to rock, we salute you!

Let's rock 'n' roll the Top Gun way! Choose an '80s rock song (or pop or country or rap...), and write a fic about one or more of our favorite Top Gun characters! Just make sure the songs are from Rooster's favorite decade, the 1980s!

Or create a banner or mood board! Go with an '80s vibe or a specific song to inspire you and run wild.

Banner credit to @mak-32. Rock on, Mak.

Rules for fics:

Please use the #top gun rocktober hashtag!!!

Once you have your song selected (first come, first served, no duplicates), please send me an ask letting me know which song and character(s) you want to write about. If your song is not listed below, just let me know what you want with your ask and I’ll add it (as long as it fits the decade). If your song has been claimed already, I'll let you know so you can choose another one.

You can use the song in the fic however you would like. Use it as the title, use some lyrics, have the song playing in the background, use it as inspiration, anything you want!

There is no real time limit, but please try to post in September or October.

Please make sure you tag me (or send me a message) when you post your story so I don’t miss it. I can’t wait to read and reblog!

Please reblog and share this with anyone who may want to participate. And reblogging fics is always a treat for writers!

If you’re under 18, do not submit or read smut.

Rules for banners and mood boards:

Please use the #top gun rocktober hashtag!!!

If you want to use a specific song, please send me an ask letting me know which song. If you want to participate with the '80s vibe and no specific song, just send me an ask and let me know you'll be submitting an image or images.

Please make sure you tag me (or send me a message) when you post so I don’t miss it. I can’t wait to reblog!

Please reblog and share this with anyone who may want to participate.

Songs and fics we are rocking out to:

1 @roosterforme What's Your Name by New Order (Bradley)

2 @beyondthesefourwalls Time After Time by Cyndi Lauper (Bradley)

3 @sylviebell Faithfully by Journey (Natasha)

4 @wkndwlff Love Walks In by Van Halen (Bob)

5 @desert-fern Jump by Van Halen (Bradley)

6 @yanna-banana Like a Prayer by Madonna (Jake)

7 @fanboyswhore9 Addicted to Love by Robert Palmer (Mickey)

8 @cherrycola27 Born to Be My Baby by Bon Jovi (Bradley)

9 @trickphotography2 Start Me Up by The Rolling Stones (Bradley)

10 @blue-aconite Every Little Thing She Does is Magic by The Police (Jake)

11 @roosterforme Do You Wanna Touch Me? by Joan Jett (Bradley)

12 @startrekfangirl2233 Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go by Wham! (Mickey)

13 @bradshawsbitch Hungry Eyes by Eric Carmen (Bradley)

14 @bellaireland1981 Can't Fight This Feeling by REO Speedwagon (Bradley)

15 @wkndwlff Lay Your Hands On Me by Bon Jovi (Bob)

16 @beyondthesefourwalls Jessie's Girl by Rick Springfield (Javy)

17 @thedroneranger Boys of Summer by Don Henley (Bradley)

18 @cottagecori Dancing With Myself by Generation X (Bob)

19 @sweetwhispersofchaos I Hate Myself For Loving You by Joan Jett (Natasha and Jake)

20 @sometimesanalice Straight Up by Paula Abdul (Bradley)

21 @lovinglyeternal Call Me by Blondie (Jake)

22 @roosterforme Adult Education by Hall & Oates (Jake)

23 @beyondthesefourwalls Your Love by Outfield (Bradley)

24 @mayhemmanaged You Shook Me All Night Long by AC/DC (Jake)

25 @topherwrites Love Shack by The B-52's (Bradley)

26 @ficsilike-reblogged Take On Me by A-ha (Bob)

27 @cottagecori Rock You Like a Hurricane by Scorpions (Bradley)

28 @jupitercomet Kissing a Fool by George Michael (Bradley)

29 @startrekfangirl2233 Don't You (Forget About Me) by Simple Minds (Jake and Bradley)

30 @topherwrites Just Like Heaven by The Cure (Jake)

31 @sweetwhispersofchaos As the World Falls Down by David Bowie (Natasha and Bob)

32 @inmyloveworld Open Arms by Journey (Bradley)

33 @thedroneranger Centerfold by J. Geils Band (Jake)

34 @gretagerwigsmuse Can't Hardly Wait by The Replacements (Bradley)

35 @bellaireland1981 Love is a Battlefield by Pat Benatar (Jake)

36 @blurredcolour Push It by Salt-N-Pepa (Jake and Bradley)

37 @blackwidownat2814 White Wedding by Billy Idol (Jake)

38 @keep-on-burnin The Look by Roxette (Bradley)

39 @cherrycola27 Secret Lovers by Atlantic Starr (Natasha and Javy)

40 @topherwrites Uptown Girl by Billy Joel (Bradley)

41 @jynxmirage If I Could Turn Back Time by Cher (Jake)

42 @notroosterbradshaw Edge of Seventeen by Stevie Nicks (Bradley)

43 @ficsilike-reblogged Hungry for Heaven by Dio (Beau)

44 @callsign-magnolia Who's Crying Now by Journey (Bradley)

45 @trickphotography2 Every Breath You Take by The Police (Bob)

46 @sarahsmi13s Pour Some Sugar on Me by Def Leppard (Jake)

47 @roosterforme Cover Girl by New Kids on the Block (Natasha)

48 @bobfloydsbabe Alone by Heart (Jake)

49 @ughthisisntright The Stroke by Billy Squier (Bradley)

50 @wkndwlff Special Secret Song Inside by The Red Hot Chili Peppers (Jake)

51 @sylviebell Thriller by Michael Jackson (Natasha and Javy)

52 @xoxabs88xox Why’d You Come in Here Lookin' Like That by Dolly Parton (Jake)

53 @paigewinchester67 I'm On Fire by Bruce Springsteen (Bradley and Jake)

54 @sarahsmi13s Fishin' In the Dark by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band (Bob)

55 @callsign-joyride Need You Tonight by INXS (Bradley)

56 @foreverrandomwritings Paradise City by Guns N' Roses (Beau)

57 @cherrycola27 Whoever's In New England by Reba McEntire (Bob)

58 @1234-angelika The Bluest Eyes in Texas by Restless Heart (Jake)

59 @decantedenchanted Right Here Waiting by Richard Marx (Mav)

60 @the-authoress-writes Black Velvet by Alannah Myles (Jake)

61 @withahappyrefrain Somebody to Love by Queen (Bradley)

62 @valhallaas Hold on Loosely by 38 Special (Javy)

63 @talktomegooseman The Chair by George Strait (Jake)

64 @foreverrandomwritings Master of Puppets by Metallica (Mickey and Bob)

65 @poetrieshouse Hungry Like the Wolf by Duran Duran (Mav)

66 @tongue-like-a-razor Poison by Alice Cooper (Jake)

67 @1234-angelika Real Love by Dolly Parton and Kenny Rogers (Bradley)

68 @the-authoress-writes The Flame by Cheap Trick (Ice)

69 @hangmanstigerlily Can't Fight This Feeling by REO Speedwagon (Jake)

70 @samsgoddess Hysteria by Def Leppard (Bradley)

71 @eternalsams Cherry Pie by Warrant (Jake)

72 @love-in-light Livin' on a Prayer by Bon Jovi (Bradley)

73 @thatdammchickennugget Summer of '69 by Bryan Adams (Bradley)

74 @whatislovevavy Everybody Wants to Rule the World by Tears for Fears (Jake)

Totally rad cover art:

@ryebecca She Drives Me Crazy by Fine Young Cannibals

@bettycooper Running Up That Hill (A Deal With God) by Kate Bush (Bradley)

@ryebecca The Power of Love by Huey Lewis and the News (Bob)

@mak-32 Get Outta My Dreams, Get Into My Car by Billy Ocean (Bradley)

@laracrofted I Love Rock 'n' Roll by Joan Jett (Bob)

@sebsxphia Come On Eileen by Dexys Midnight Runners (Bob)

Need some song inspiration? Check out these bangers:

Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic - The Police

Start Me Up - The Rolling Stones

Livin’ On A Prayer - Bon Jovi

Eye of the Tiger - Survivor

Shout - Tears for Fears

You Give Love A Bad Name - Bon Jovi

Every Breath You Take - The Police

The Final Countdown - Europe

Angel - Aerosmith

Edge of Seventeen - Stevie Nicks

Uptown Girl - Billy Joel

Call Me - Blondie

Take Me Home Tonight - Eddie Money

Free Fallin’ - Tom Petty

Hysteria - Def Leppard

I Hate Myself for Loving You - Joan Jett & the Blackhearts

Just like Heaven - The Cure

I Won’t Back Down - Tom Petty

Magic - The Cars

Love Is A Battlefield - Pat Benatar

Addicted To Love - Robert Palmer

Love Shack - The B-52’s

Without You - Motley Crue

Material Girl - Madonna

Legs - ZZ Top

Paradise City - Guns N’ Roses

Can’t Fight This Feeling - REO Speedwagon

Cum on Feel the Noize - Quiet Riot

#top gun rocktober #roosterforme #top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick fanfiction #top gun imagine #top gun maverick imagine #top gun #top gun maverick

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lewisyellowhelmet · 2 years

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summer storm

summary: eddie munson x reader

You got caught in a summer storm, you may as well wait in Eddie’s trailer while you wait for it to pass. (6k+)

content: virgin!eddie, smut, cheating (but its ok #girlboss), weed, general pining, confusion, eddie charm, p/v sex, fingering etc all that yummy stuff, praise kink if you squint

It’s the kind of violent summer storm that makes you think the apocalypse is incoming. Preceded by violet, rolling clouds in the sky, and the kind of humidity that makes you feel like you’re constantly in a warm bath. The wind is vicious, hitting the walls of Eddie’s trailers with a thrilling intensity, rain slashing against the windowpanes. You sit, fidgety, on the very edge of the worn couch, sneakered feet turned in on each other. The plastic bag of weed is already buried in the bottom of your backpack, your money in the pocket of Eddie’s jeans, but the rain had come before you could make your routine exit. You cringe for your poor bicycle, leant up against the porch outside, getting soaked through. It’ll rust if you leave it too long.

“I can drive you home,” Eddie had offered, but you thought of your mother in the kitchen, smoking a cigarette and watching through the blinds as you manoeuvred your bike out of Eddie’s van, blinking in the rain, calling out thank you’s back to him. She’d never let you leave the house again. So. Here you are. Sat on Eddie Munson’s couch, waiting for the storm to pass. You’re winding a stray thread from your jean shorts around the tip of your finger, watching it go purple and throb before you unwrap it, feel the pulse of escaping blood.

Eddie is crouched in front of the television, rifling through VHS cases, mumbling to himself. You feel like an observer, someone not meant to be in the scene with him, witnessing something private. Usually, you do your deals after school, and even if you do bike out here you only ever see a brief glimpse of the inside of the trailer, just enough to swap pot for money, say thank you, and retreat back out into the bright daylight to ride back to town. You’ve never been in his presence for so long, had a conversation longer than a few brief sentences. And now he’s searching for a movie to watch together, something not too scary, as you’d requested, even though he’d rolled his eyes. You bite back on a smile, imagining the conversation with Nancy tomorrow as you rolled blunt’s of Eddie’s weed on her back step, drizzle coming down but safe under the porch. You did what, she would say, round, shocked eyes, at his house? And you’d smile and say, he wasn’t that scary, actually.

“Ah ha!” Eddie says, rising up and spinning to show you the video in his big hands. His chunky rings clink together. Labyrinth. You grin.

“I love David Bowie,” you say, laugh at him pretending to gag. But he puts it on, punches buttons on the television until it flickers onto static and then the reeling play menu. Eddie backpedals to the couch beside you, collapsing in a crumpled mess of long limbs and hair. All the energy seems to go out of him, like a deflated balloon. It’s strange seeing him still. He’s usually so active, parading around the cafeteria, causing a ruckus in the back of English Lit, but here, in his own space, he seems almost peaceful.

“Have you seen this before?” He asks, and you nod, allowing yourself to finally shift more comfortably on the couch so you can lean into the back, pulling a cushion into your lap for something to do with your hands.

“Yeah, in the cinema.”

“With your boyfriend? Hot date.”

You swallow over a dry mouth, “Something like that.”

You wonder what your boyfriend is doing now. They were supposed to be running laps today for basketball training. Have they been rained out? Retreated to the gymnasium to listen to the rain drip through the tin roof? Or maybe he’s with that Junior, under the bleachers where you’d caught them last week. You feel suddenly ill at the thought, and slouch further into the couch. You should break up with him, but the energy required of such a task seems supernova like. Everything feels like too much effort these days, as you careen towards graduation and college and adulthood. May as well play out the facade for a few more months. You turn to Eddie before you start thinking about it too much.

“Did you wanna smoke?” You ask. He turns his head towards you before he drags his eyes from the television set, but when they land on you it feels suddenly blinding. His full attention, surveying you on his couch. Deciding whether you’re a good enough weed partner or not. His mouth crooks into a sideways smile. You don’t know why you suddenly need his approval so badly.

“Sure, if you wanna,” Eddie says, a lazy way about his words that make you feel judged. Has he decided you’re cool enough? Or not, a disappointment. The feeling clangs in your belly. You go to dig in your bag for the weed he’d just sold you, but he bats your hand out of it, levering himself off the couch.

“Don’t be silly, I’ll get my stuff, it’s better anyway,” he says, and you frown at his receding figure. You were under the impression he had given you the good stuff. Nancy certainly never complained, and her boyfriend was an aficionado at pot. In the movie, Jennifer Connelly is arguing with David Bowie about her missing brother, as he rolls the crystal globe menacingly in his hands. Somehow, the outside rain seems to increase in intensity, thundering down on the tin roof. It’s soothing, being inside and warm while the weather storms. The light is cosy in here, just a lamp in the corner and the television set. The place smells like smoke and coffee, the scent of clean rain just beginning to edge in. Somehow the trailer is exactly how you expected it to be. Cluttered, obviously occupied by single men, but homely. A collection of bric-a-brac mugs. A rug on the floor. There’s an amp pushed into a corner.

“Here,” Eddie announces, and to your surprise plops down at your feet, the supplies he’d gathered spread out on the floor. You pretend to watch the movie while he carefully puts together a blunt, packing it neatly. You look away when he lifts it to his mouth, pink tongue flickering over the edge to seal it. The sound of his lighter, the crackling paper, and then the sweet, sticky smell of weed. Eddie passes it to you, and you don’t think about how his mouth was just where yours was as you take a drag. You want him to see how you don’t cough, how you’re good at this, but when you look down at him he’s watching the movie, fiddling with the lighter in his hand. You pass the blunt back to him.

“Thanks,” he says, absentmindedly, like he’d forgotten you were there at all. Even more, you feel like an intruder. Now you’re smoking his weed, too. Insisted on a movie he clearly doesn’t like. Awkwardness clogs your throat, but the high brings a soft edge to it, not so immediate.

“Do you think I could pull off those pants?” Eddie says, breaking the smokey silence. David Bowie and his package are taking up the screen. The weed makes you laugh easier.

“Maybe if you straightened your hair,” you say, take the blunt he’s passing back. Eddie frowns and ruffles his hand through his mop.

“What, and lose all this? Curls get the girls, ya know,” he says, and throws a smirk over his shoulder. You feel it again, the blinding power of his attention on you. You want to say something funny back, something to make him laugh, but the weed is clouding your brain. Instead, you suck in another hit, let it sit in your lungs for too long.

You alternate between watching the movie and watching him. He’s stayed seated on the floor, one knee pulled up, the other leg stretched out languidly in front of him. It’s strangely endearing, seeing him in his socks, heavy boots lost somewhere. Your whole body feels heavy and fluid, like you’re sinking into the pillowed depths of the couch, but you’re not that fussed about it. The rain is soothing. At some point, Eddie shifts, and you find his shoulder is against your leg, a steady pressure. You imagine your boyfriend finding you like this, slumped in the couch, your leg against the side of Eddie’s body, smoking a blunt right down to the ash. Eddie is flicking his lighter on and off, and you watch with hazy eyes as the flame appears and disappears at his will.

“Are you thirsty?” He asks, eventually, somewhere in the last act of the film, and you nod, eyes heavy. He laughs at you, rumbling.

“You okay?”

You nod again, blinking up to where he’s leaning over you, half amused, half worried.

“Yeah, it’s just… Nance and I, we don’t usually smoke that much at once.”

“Oh, shit,” Eddie says, standing up. Seated in the couch like this, looking up at him, he seems very tall, his shoulders broad against the ceiling. The rain pounds down. You wonder if it will break through, flood the trailer, leaving you swimming around his kitchen.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think,” he apologises, “Let me get you something to drink.”

You listen to him in the kitchen, clinking glass, the open and close of the refrigerator. You’re not greened out, you know how that feels (Jason Carver’s basement, Sophomore year), you’re just very high, floating away. And this couch is so comfortable, and the rain is so nice. Your leg is cold where Eddie’s body was. You reach to rub warmth back into it.

This time, he sits back on the couch with you, waiting for you to wrap both hands around the glass of lemonade, ice blocks floating at the top.

“Thanks,” you remember to say, smiling at him over the rim of the glass, small, sweet sips.

“You’re very welcome,” Eddie says, rubbing one eye. The room has a smokey haze, now you think about it, all the windows closed against the rain. The air is warm and close in a dreamy way. The movie is about to end, Jennifer Connolly has her brother in her arms. The lemonade clears your head so you don’t feel so much like you’re about to melt into nothingness. Eddie is watching you carefully, and you try to act normal, movements robotic.

“Still with me?” He asks, as the credits roll. You’re sucking on an ice block, rolling it around behind your teeth.

“Yeah,” you say around the ice, “still with you.”

“Good,” he says, gets up to turn the television over to a live channel. There’s an I Dream of Jeanie episode playing. You notice it blearily, feeling Eddie take the empty glass back from you.

“I can’t go home like this,” you say to yourself, noticing how you’ve half collapsed into the corner of the couch, head propped up by pillows and the arm. One of your legs is tucked up into the crook of your body.

“That would be a bad idea, I think,” Eddie agrees, his head coming into view above you.

“What time is it?”

“Just past 9. But. It’s still storming.”

You close your eyes to think. You feel sleepy in a comforting way, the haunting insomnia of senior year far away. You know you shouldn’t be here, but you feel relaxed like you haven’t in a long time. Sat on this couch with him. Really, you’ve known Eddie your whole life, orbiting each other in a small town. It makes sense, somehow, that you’d end up here together, trapped by weather. But maybe that’s just the weed.

“Can I use your phone?” You ask. Damage control time.

“Yeah, of course. Look, you know. You can stay here, if you want. I can sleep on the couch.”

You open your eyes to blink up at Eddie, who’s rubbing his hand across his chest, not meeting your gaze, looking at the pillow you’re still holding.

“Are you sure? It’s just. The rain. And the weed.”

“Yeah, don’t worry about it. Besides, if you get in trouble, I’ll get in trouble,” Eddie says. Something hot and urgent flares in your chest. You sit up, ignoring the head spin.

“I wouldn’t tell,” you say, grabbing his wrist so he looks at you, “You know that, right? If I got caught, I would never say you’d sold it to me.”

Eddie is doing his lazy smile, just one side of his mouth. Something is shining in his eyes though.

“You really know how to get a guy all mushy,” he says, “Not ratting me out, now that’s romance.”

You grin back at him, the word romance getting stuck in your chest. You realise you’re still holding his wrist, fingers flexing before you let go. Eddie clears his throat.

“I’m gonna shower, you can use the phone or whatever,” he gestures to it on the wall near the kitchen, “What’s mine is yours, mi casa et tu casa, etc cetera and all that.”

“Thank you,” you say to his receding figure, take a second to gather yourself before you stumble up and to the phone, plugging in your home number. You listen to the shower turn on as you explain to your mother you’ve got stuck at Nancy’s, that you’ll be home in time for Church in the morning. You definitely do not think about Eddie undressing in the room over, standing under the shower, the water streaming over his naked body. What would he look like? You’ve seen the tattoos on his arms, but does he have more, hidden under clothing? Does he face up into the water stream? Does he use conditioner? Your mother says something about homework and you blink the image away.

You wander into the bedroom after soothing your mother’s concerns, find it how you expected, messy and boyish. Clothes on the floor, posters haphazard on the walls, various drug paraphernalia. A guitar slung over the mirror. A dog eared copy of Lord of the Rings on the bedside table. The bed is unmade, and you tug the doona back into place before you sit down, mentally committing the room to memory. It feels strangely important, knowing everything about this space. It shouldn’t feel like this, really. You shouldn’t need to know every part of him. But everything is obscured by the rain, so nothing is real. This is a moment outside of time. Just for you, in his most private of spaces.

“Oh,” Eddie says, finding you in his room, just a towel around his waist. His hair is roughly dried and dripping down his chest.

“Sorry,” you say, standing up, a blush high on your cheeks. Caught.

“No, I just uh - Didn’t expect you in here,” he says. You drag your eyes off his chest, trying to track all the tattoos, the images he’s chosen to have on his body forever. His body isn’t what you expected. What did you expect? He’s all lean muscle, a boy almost grown into the figure of a man.

“I won’t look,” you say, cover your eyes, smile when he laughs.

“Alright, eyes shut,” Eddie says, and you stand resolutely still, listen to him move around the room, the rustle of fabric. You imagine him dropping the towel, naked in the room with you, choosing what clothes you’ll see him in next. At one point, you feel his hands around your shoulders, moving you off to one side.

“Sorry, just, here,” he says, and you hide your stumble when he lets go, listen to the dresser draws open behind where you just were.

“Sorry,” you whisper, not sure where he is in conjunction to you.

“It’s okay,” he whispers back, right by your ear. Your stomach drops out.

“Can I open my eyes now?” You ask, ignoring the crack in your voice. Hoping he does, too.

“Almost,” he says, and you listen to his footsteps come closer, then, “Okay, now you can.”

You blink against the light of the room. He’s changed into soft looking sweatpants, an oversized Metallica shirt with a hole in the collar. His hair is still damp around his shoulders, spreading wet.

“Everything okay with Mommy and Daddy?” Eddie teases, sitting down in a rickety chair by the cluttered desk. You return to the edge of the bed.

“No. But, yeah.”

Eddie nods wisely, like he understands everything. Maybe he does.

“I gather you didn’t tell them where you were,” he says, picking at a seam of wood.

“God, no. I said I was at Nancy’s.”

He seems to consider his next words, then, “What would they say, if they knew you were here?”

You cross your ankles over, hands either side of yourself, curled into the bedspread. Your eyes are itchy from the smoke.

“Maybe they’d send the cops, I don’t know. Something bad.”

Eddie huffs a laugh, rocks back in the chair precariously, “Probably with good reason. Who knows what satanic Eddie is gonna do to their precious little daughter.”

You blink. Swallow. “What. What is he gonna do?”

Eddie looks at you, and his eyes are heavy and dark, then the smile splits his face and he’s laughing, “God, your face. Nothing, oh sweet princess, nothing. You’re safe with the big bad wolf.”

“Are you saying I’m little Red Riding Hood? Because I’m not a ginger, I won’t stand for that,” you protest, and he grins at you.

“Darling, I wouldn’t dare.”

“Good,” you say, chin jutted.

“Now,” Eddie says, claps his hands together as he stands up. The sound breaks the moment, whatever it was, the movement of him. “Did you want clothes to wear to bed?”

You stand up with him, body still slow with weed, “yeah, please.”

You change in the bathroom. The bathroom mirror is still steamed from his shower, and you can smell the apple body wash he’s used. It feels weirdly intimate, occupying the same space he just did to clean himself. You’re methodical about changing, folding up your shorts and t-shirt, into a Dio shirt that swallows you and a soft pair of his boxers. These are the clothes he’s chosen for you, he thought about you when he pulled them out. The fabric is well-worn and comforting on your skin. You blink at yourself in the mirror. Tracking back through memory. Why are you here? Still? Why is everything shaded quiet and warm, here, with him. Circling each other for so long, gravity pulling each other closer and closer until you’re here, hiding from a storm, settled with Eddie to watch it pass. You take a deep breath.

When you emerge, sneakers in hand, clothes held against your chest, you find Eddie on his bed, strumming at his guitar. The chord breaks as he looks up at you, quiet smile.

“All good? God, that’s huge on you,” he laughs, “you look like a ghost. But a metal ghost.”

“Thanks,” you say, making a little pile of your stuff by the door, “Because that’s the kinda ghost I wanna be.”

Eddie plays quietly as you flit around the room, picking up things and putting them down again. Intrigued by what he’s chosen to keep close around him. The shower has cleared your head, although the remnants of the high shade everything hazy and dim. Eventually, you get brave enough to climb into bed. The rain is louder in here, three walls exposed to the weather. Eddie doesn’t look as you settle, just keeps playing. You watch the muscles in his back move.

“Alright,” he says, eventually, standing up, returning the guitar to its place, “Goodnight. Sleep tight. Don’t let the bed bugs bite.”

You’re half asleep, sat up in the bed but with heavy eyes, soothed by the rain and his playing, bleary as you realise he’s leaving, retreating to the couch. You want to say stay so you don’t let yourself open your mouth, watching him take a blanket from the end of the bed, turn the light off, then the shape of his body in the dark and the quiet close of the door. Then here you are. Alone in Eddie Munson’s bedroom. In his t-shirt. Expected to sleep. Leave in the morning like this is normal. Suddenly sleep feels very far away, staring up at the ceiling, eyes kaleidoscoping against the blackness. Somehow the rain seems louder in the dark. You hear the sound of the television being turned down, the heavy sounds of his body on the couch. Is he comfy? He’s tall, he won’t be able to stretch out very well. You roll over, pressing your face into the pillow. The sheets smell like him, boy musk, weed and smoke and deodorant. Or is it the clothes he’s given you? You’re in layers of Eddie, his smell is yours now. The shadows of his furniture loom, the wind rattles against the trailer. You think of how he said big bad wolf, the words in his mouth, the way he’d leered at you. It was a joke, but, it made something warm and sticky turn over in your belly. You imagine you can hear him in the lounge, breathing, yawning, turning over. Is he thinking about you? In his bed? Imagining he can hear you breathing?

The courage hits you like a train, and you let yourself get carried away. For once, you don’t think about the decision, just throw off the doona, bare feet on the carpet, move from memory to the door, feel the knob cool and smooth under your palm.

The hallway is dark, and you keep one hand trailing along the wall as you tread into the lounge. You hear him stir, for real this time, the rustle of his hair, the movement as he props himself up on one elbow. The light from the television illuminates him. His chest is bare, his hair messy.

“Are you okay?” He asks, concern on his face. It makes your heart hurt.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry. It’s just.”

Your eyes flick to the television, back to him, clasp and unclasp your hands.

“You don’t have to sleep out here. It can’t be comfy. It does’t. It doesn’t bother me if we sleep in the same bed. I feel bad,” it comes out all in a rush, more than you meant. Maybe you are still high.

“Don’t feel bad,” Eddie says, still craned around to look at you, a spectre in the hallway.

“I know, but I do. Please. I won’t sleep thinking about it.”

“Well, we can’t have that,” Eddie says, sitting up, but he seems wary, brow creased.

“Only if you don’t mind, like, sleeping in bed with me,” you say, winding the hem of his shirt around your hand and back again.

“Why would I mind?” He seems genuinely confused by the idea, head tilted. “Do you snore?”

You laugh, “No, but I talk in my sleep.”

“Great,” he stands up, goes to turn the television off before he comes towards you in the hall, “I wonder what secrets you’ll spill.”

“It’s just gibberish,” you tell him, watching him step around you, the closeness of him, before following him back into the bedroom. His movements are easy, familiar, the routine of going to his own bed. You feel clumsy as you crawl up beside him, take the wall side. The mattress creaks and dips as you settle. It takes you a moment to realise you’re facing each other, gleaming eyes in the dark.

“Hey,” Eddie says, teasing, a smile.

“Hey,” you reply, poke his shin with your foot.

“Jesus, your feet are cold,” he cries out, overdramatic, but you laugh anyway.

You hate sleeping with your boyfriend, never let him stay over if he sneaks in, it feels suffocating, having another human in the bed with you, wriggling and breathing. But Eddie’s presence is soothing, the heavy weight of him beside you, the musky smell of him, the quiet rumble of his voice as he tells you your feet belong in Antarctica.

“Are you sleepy?” You ask, after a long quiet moment. His eyes are closed, long clumps of eyelashes, but he says, “Not really. Are you?”

You could sleep for eons here, under the rain, the steady sound of his breath, knowing you can reach out and touch him if you want, but you say, “Not really.”

“Hmmm,” Eddie hums, eyes still closed but mouth crooked into a smile, “Dilemma.”

“Yeah,” you breathe. The wind has died, finally, and it’s just the patter of rain on the roof, less punishing. You could ride home in this, now, just be damp on arrival. But you don’t get up.

“Eddie,” you murmur, gazing at him, the shape of him in the dark, the lines of his face. As familiar as your childhood, as unknown as adulthood.

“Yeah?” He mumbles, eyelashes fluttering and then his eyes open, wide and brown and warm.

His mouth is soft when you kiss him, the rustle of your face across the pillow to meet him, a chaste press of lips, a drawn out moment before he turns his head, his big palm sliding over your face, opens his mouth to kiss you properly.

He doesn’t kiss like your boyfriend, all punishing tongue that isn’t even that nice, really. He’s slow about it, measured, kisses you like they do in movies, lingering. For a long time there’s nothing but the rustle of the covers as you try and crawl into his chest, panting into his mouth as Eddie kisses you and kisses you and kisses you. He makes quiet sounds every now and then, his hands grabbing at you under the blankets, smoothing over your skin, calloused and rough. A man’s hands. You touch under his shirt, the muscle of his back, imagining the tattoos under your fingertips. He groans when you tug on his hair, and you smile into his mouth.

He’s careful not to to touch you. His hands on your ribcage, but no higher, no lower. You try and encourage, a leg over his waist, kissing open mouthed down his neck and listen to his cut off breath, but his hands stay on the curve of your waist, rubbing warm patterns.

“Eddie,” you say, finally, lips swollen, heart pounding, “You can touch me, if you want.”

He’s panting, chest moving quick under your hands. You can feel him against you, the hard line of him in his sweats, pressed into your belly.

“Are you sure?”

His sweetness is almost sore, your fingers skittering over his cheekbone to brush the hair out of his face.

“Yeah of course,” you say.

“Okay, just. Okay. Tell me if. If I do something you don’t like,” he says, his voice rough.

“Yeah,” you murmur, nudging your nose into his chin, wanting desperately to just be kissing him again, “I will.”

It’s only when his hand is finally, finally, up and over your breast, fingers brushing over your nipple, that you realise no one’s ever told you that before, ever checked. You pull him in tighter.

It feels like he’s a step behind in the dance, but it doesn’t feel disjointed, it just means you get the pleasure of seeing his reaction to every movement you make. When you sit up over him to take your shirt off, his eyes are wide and he makes this quiet, hurt sound, teeth sliding over his lower lip as he hands come up to to touch your tits, massage over them.

“That’s so nice,” you say, dropping your head down close to his, mouth over his jaw.

“You’re so pretty,” Eddie says, his voice by your ear, hot breath. You rock down onto him and he moans, his hands sliding down to your hips, up to your face, back to your boobs, like he can’t decide where he wants to touch you the most.

“Do you have a condom?” You whisper, and for a moment the interaction is shocking, in a bell clanging kind of way. Sat on top of Eddie Munson, in his bed, in his boxers, asking if he wants to fuck you. But then he smiles up at you in this dopey kind of way, like you’re the best thing he’s ever seen, and it’s like the camera clicks over, and the picture is again soft and close and warm.

“Is that. Is that what you wanna do?” He asks, as if he’s not grinding you down onto him like he’ll die if there’s no friction.

You laugh, the words so sweet in his mouth, glide your hands over his chest, his shoulders, bring yourself low over him so your tits drag over his skin and you can kiss him again.

“Yeah, that’s what I want,” you say into his mouth, can feel the way his cock jerks against you.

“Okay, yeah, just let me. Hang on,” he says, doesn’t let go even as you slide off him, like he can’t bear it, still kissing you as he gets out of bed. You kick out of his boxers under the covers, watch him rifle through various draws, before he produces a battered box, shakes out a foil packet.

“Is this alright?” He asks, mattress dipping as he returns. You frown.

“Yeah, I mean, it doesn’t matter to me.”

“Right,” Eddie says, crawling over you, the condom in his hand. His mouth on your breast, warm and wet, and you tangle fingers into his hair, holding him there. He’s attentive, learns quickly what makes you gasp and twitch, does it over and over again until you feel like you might die. He groans when he realises you’ve lost his underwear, bare underneath him, his hand hot and big slipping over you. You want to be embarrassed about how ready you are, can feel the way his fingers slip over you that you’re too wet, but he’s been so hard it must hurt for awhile now.

“Eddie,” you say, when he’s out of his sweats and you can feel the heavy weight of his cock on your cunt, “Please.”

“Yeah. I. Yeah,” he says, sitting back on his knees, opening the condom packet. His hands are shaking. You reach out, close your own around his trembling ones.

“Eddie, it’s okay. You’ve done this before, right?”

He huffs a laugh, shoulders sinking, “I. Yeah. I. No, I haven’t. But I want too, I really want too, if you just tell me what’s good I can. I’ll try and last, I - ”

He’s talking too much, untethered, unmoored. He looks silver in the light of the moon coming through the window, broad chest, the mess of his hair. Since when was the moon out? You drag him down to kiss him so he stops talking and think, the rain has stopped. The storm has passed. And Eddie Munson is a virgin.

“We don’t have too,” you say, hands sliding down his body, back up into his hair. Can’t stop touching his hair.

“I want too,” he’s insistent, panicky almost. He’s hot and hard against your hip, absent rocks for pressure.

“I just. I want it to be good for you,” he says, doesn’t make eye contact.

“It will be,” you say, and realise you’re not lying. It will be because it’s him, and his hands are so careful on you, his kiss so wanting.

“I’ll help you,” you whisper, touching his swollen mouth with the pad of your finger, “I’ll teach you, we can stop whenever you want, it doesn’t matter, just tell me if you wanna stop.”

“I don’t think I’ll wanna stop,” he laughs, breathless. You smile at him.

“Have you, like, done hand stuff before?” You ask, words awkward, but Eddie rolls his eyes, shakes his hair out of his face.

“Yes, ma’am, I’ve done hand stuff.”

“Alright, just checking!” You protest, wriggle your body under him, “Work your magic.”

“My magic?” He crooks an eyebrow, kisses the very tip of your nose, “My magic, she says.”

Then, his hand between your legs, his body to the side of you, hot and long, his mouth on your shoulder, your neck, your cheek. You think it will be like it is with your boyfriend, the only experience you really have to go on, two fingers pushing into you, perfunctory, just opening you up so he can get into you as quickly as possible. But Eddie is slow, sucks on his fingers before he touches you, so it’s slick skin and easy. He whispers to you, his mouth moving over your skin, as he rubs your clit, steady, slides down just to prod at your entrance before he withdraws, teasing, making you clench around nothing.

“That’s good, huh,” he murmurs, “That feels good? You’re so hot, oh my god, look at you.”

You’re so knocked out by it that you can’t do much but pant into his mouth, grip his wrist, move his hand where you want it. And he’s pliant, lets you manoeuvre him, kisses the air out of your mouth. Then one finger, sliding into where you’re hot and wet, not enough but so good, already pressing on a spot that no one but you has ever found.

“Eddie,” you whisper, half a sob, wanting more, fucking yourself onto his hand.

“Yeah, baby? Whatever you want, whatever you want,” he’s saying, and your heart thumps like a bullet, wanting to make him say baby again.

“More,” you get out, flush when he laughs, but he dutifully slides another finger into you, curls them in.

“Is that good?” He asks, and you groan, pressing into his body, sweaty and hot.

“So good,” you gasp.

Already, you want him desperately, your body searching for more of him, all of him, but the next part will be easier if you’ve already come, so you curl into his body, kiss him and breathe him in until you’re whispering, “Eddie, Eddie, Eddie, right there.”

“There?” He checks, and you can hear his hand moving inside you, slick and hot, his other hand rubbing steady circles on your clit.

“Yes,” you pant, head pushed back into the pillow, eyes screwed shut, “Yes, there, there, God.”

“Just Eddie is fine,” he says, breathless laugh, and you come like that, laughing at him, clenching around his hand between your legs.

He stays very still beside you, his fingers still in you, kissing gently on your shoulder until you can breathe properly again.

“Oh, hey,” you say, peeling open your eyes. He grins. He seems to be vibrating with energy, eager.

“Hey, you,” he says. You whine when he takes his hand away, wiping it on the sheets. Such a boy.

“You ready for the big show?” You ask, reaching for him between your bodies. He sucks in a breath when your hand closes around him.

“Take it away,” he says, his voice thin and wavering, eyes slipping shut.

“You have the condom still?” You ask, and he fumbles around in the sheets for a moment before he produces it, triumphant.

“It’s probably easiest if you’re on top,” you tell him, rolling onto your back, legs spread. Eddie nods, moving over you, sat back to roll the condom onto himself. Your hands move out without thinking, he’s hot and achingly hard, bending forward into your touch.

“Jesus,” he whispers.

“Nope, just me,” you say, grinning at getting him back. He flips you off. Your heart jumps with sudden fondness.

“Okay, come here,” you murmur, reaching for him, suddenly craving his return, the warmth of his body, the heavy, reassuring weight of him. You kiss him, wet and messy, before you reach down, guide him in to nudge against your opening. He’s breathing hard and quick, fists curled into the sheet.

“Whenever you’re ready,” you murmur, blinking open eyes to see his face. His jaw is slack, his brow furrowed with concentration, a needy glaze to his expression. You try to exude calmness and confidence in him, and not the shaking, urgent want to have him inside you, like, yesterday.

The push is slow, and he’s thick, opening you up where his fingers didn’t. The sound he makes is delicious as he slides into you, a relieved groan that goes right to your spine. The breath punches out of him as he sinks home.

“Good?” You whisper, voice hoarse from the way he feels, the stretch of him.

“So good,” he breathes, his lips moving over yours.

“Everything you dreamed of?”

“And more,” he teases.

You can feel him trembling, the urgency of his breathing.

“You can move, Eddie,” you murmur, shifting to wrap your legs around him.

“Yeah, I’m just,” he laughs at himself, drops his chin, “Just concentrating on something here.”

“Oh. Sorry. Yeah. Do that. But, it’s okay. I already came so, whenever is fine.”

“I don’t wanna end it too soon,” he says, and you push the hair behind his ears, kiss him. Can’t speak over the thickness in your throat. Want him so bad it hurts.

He takes some deep breaths, then pushes himself up onto his arms, withdraws, fucks back into you. The rhythm is off, at first, but he’s a quick learner, and you murmur, slower, then, faster, until he’s got it just right, panting, his chest glistening with sweat, and his necklace skipping over your collarbone as he fucks you.

“Eddie,” you gasp, fingers tight around his biceps, gazing up at him, “Eddie, Eddie, s’good, it’s so good.”

“Yeah? Like that? That’s how you wanna be fucked?” His voice is rough and instinctual and you feel like you’re going to explode.

“Yes, yes, God, yes.”

Eddie pants and groans and you vaguely notice the bed thumping into the wall but you can’t care about anything but him and how he feels.

“Fuck, sorry, I’m gonna. I’m close. Fuck,” he says, his voice thready.

“It’s okay, I want it, I wanna see,” you tell him, hands in his hair. There’s suddenly nothing you want more than seeing Eddie come. Fuck college acceptance. Fuck parental approval. Fuck everything. Just Eddie. He’s all that matters.

“Jesus, fuck,” he says, fucks into you once, twice, messily, and then a whole shudder goes through him and he groans out your name, twitching inside you as he comes. You pant and gaze up at him, enamoured. He collapses into your body, like all the strength has suddenly gone out of him.

“Oh my god,” he says into your neck. You laugh, tracing fingers down his spine, feeling him pant.

“Good?”

“So fucking good.”

“I’m glad,” you murmur, and you are. This is something you can hold forever, in a safe spot behind your lungs, that you took Eddie Munson’s virginity. That it will always be you. He’ll always remember you.

“Are you good?” He asks, and you smooth his fringe back to kiss his forehead.

“I’m good.”

It’s nice, having him lie on you, an anchoring weight, sweat drying tacky on your skin. The storm has passed, and outside you can hear the crickets beginning to start up, emerging from the ground to tell tales of the appalling weather to their brethren. You think Eddie might be asleep, but he sighs and slides off you, rolling onto his back. You look at him, suddenly unsure of your place, but he gets up, gets rid of the condom and crawls back into bed, drawing the covers up over you. He seems almost shy as he reaches to touch your belly, curve his hand around your hip.

“Are you sleepy?” He murmurs, tracing a bumping pattern over your ribs.

“Yeah,” you say, and find it’s true. You’re suddenly bone tired, sated. You let yourself wriggle closer, into the encircling warmth of him, and Eddie gathers you in. He smells like sweat and sex and boy and you want to breathe him in forever.

“Don’t snore,” you mumble, and he huffs a laugh.

“I’ll try.”

You want to remember the last time someone said they would try for you, try and make things good for you. No memory arrives.

“Can’t wait to hear all your secrets,” he mumbles, already half asleep.

After tonight, you think he might know them already. Outside, the crickets roar.

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson fluff #stranger things smut #stranger things #joeseph quinn x reader #joeseph quinn #*

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lowkeyrobin · 3 months

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MCYT ; songs from the 60s-90s they remind me of

includes ; tommyinnit, badlinu, tubbo, ranboo, billzo, aimsey, quackity, slimecicle, nihachu, and jack manifold

warnings ; none

lmk if I should remove Jack, Billzo & Aimsey bc ik they don't like x readers/fanfiction but this is just some random blurb idrk

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

kiss from a rose ; seal

rooms on fire ; stevie nicks

just like heaven ; the cure

call me ; blondie

heroes ; david bowie

you make loving fun ; fleetwood mac

the boys of summer ; don henley

someday ; sugar ray

land of confusion ; genesis

renegade ; styx

linger ; the cranberries

TUBBO

dreams ; fleetwood mac

silver springs ; fleetwood mac

all the small things ; blink-182

jessies girl ; rick springfield

edge of seventeen ; stevie nicks

don't look back in anger ; oasis

bye bye love ; the cars

shout ; tears for fears

starman ; david bowie

sunday ; the cranberries

RANBOO

queer ; garbage

only happy when it rains ; garbage

celebrity skin ; hole

dedicated to the one i love ; the mamas & the papas

take me home tonight ; eddie money & ronnie spector

cruel summer ; bananarama

stranger in my own house ; foreigner

we are not alone ; karla devito

looks that kill ; motley crue

don't you (forget about me) ; simple minds

rhiannon ; fleetwood mac

tainted love ; soft cell

FREDDIE BADLINU

every little thing she does is magic ; the police

all the small things ; blink-182

atomic ; blondie

take on me ; a-ha

another brick in the wall, pt2 ; pink floyd

californiacation ; red hot chili peppers

girls on film ; duran duran

head over heels ; tears for fears

nobodys daughter ; hole

everybody here wants you ; jeff buckley

the boys are back in town ; thin lizzy

BILLZO

just like heaven ; the cure

the perfect girl ; the cure

stupid girl ; garbage

godzilla ; blue oyster cult

the struggle within ; metallica

all apologies ; nirvana

something in the way ; nirvana

nothing else matters ; metallica

shout at the devil ; motley crue

fight for your right ; beastie boys

the stroke ; billy squier

AIMSEY

i just shot john lennon - paris demo ; the cranberries

stars ; the cranberries

monday morning ; fleetwood mac

cherry bomb ; the runaways

every rose has its thorn ; poison

barracuda ; heart

vienna ; billy joel

fade into you ; mazzy star

go your own way (cover) ; the cranberries

only happy when it rains - early demo mix ; garbage

QUACKITY

dreaming my dreams ; the cranberries

linger ; the cranberries

about a girl ; nirvana

brass monkey ; beastie boys

are you gonna be my girl ; jet

the boys of summer ; don henley

something in the way ; nirvana

atomic ; blondie

heart of glass ; blondie

the chain ; fleetwood mac

NIKI NIHACHU

queer ; garbage

stupid girl ; garbage

malibu ; hole

(don't fear) the reaper ; blue oyster cult

friday im in love ; the cure

all i think about now ; pixies

bye bye love ; the cars

after the glitter fades ; stevie nicks

rooms on fire ; stevie nicks

jessies girl ; rick springfield

stars ; the cranberries

JACK MANIFOLD

that's all ; genesis

land of confusion ; genesis

call me ; blondie

uptown girl ; billy joel

bust a move ; young mc

sunglasses at night ; corey hart

i still believe ; tim cappello

sabotage ; beastie boys

don't you (forget about me) ; simple minds

don't bring me down ; electric light orchestra

aliens exist ; blink-182 (memeulous watchers get this one)

CHARLIE SLIMECICLE

fox on the run ; sweet

call me ; blondie

semi-charmed life ; third eye blind

pink cadillac ; natalie cole

take me home tonight ; eddie money & ronnie spector

shadow dancing ; andy gibb

i love rock n roll ; joan jett & the blackhearts

the boys are back in town ; thin lizzy

gloria ; them & van morrison

every little thing she does is magic ; the police

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt preferences #mcyt x reader #tommyinnit x reader #wilbur soot x reader #mcyt oneshot #quackity x reader #ranboo x reader #badlinu x reader #nihachu x reader #foolish gamers x reader #charlie slimecicle x reader #aimsey #billzo #music recs #music recommendation #jack manifold

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masterofmunson · 2 years

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prom queen

Eddie Munson x Guitarist!Fem!Reader (established relationship)

Summary: Your band gets chosen as the entertainment for prom, and Eddie’s jealously issues cloud your success.

Word Count: 2.3k+

Warnings: none!

Listen While Reading: prom queen by beach bunny, let’s go crazy by prince, i want to know what love is by foreigner, take my breath away by berlin, footloose by kenny loggins, keep on loving you by reo speedwagon, i ran by a flock of seagulls, and let’s dance by david bowie

Author’s Note: Well.... I didn’t think I’d ever write for Stranger Things ever again and here were are two years later... oops! Let me know what you think!

“Eddie, I don’t know what you want me to do,” you sighed. “The prom committee asked me and I said yes. I can’t back out now. Prom is tomorrow.”

You move around your garage, busying yourself by gathering up your guitar and amps that you’ll use for tomorrow. You don’t want to look at Eddie. You don’t want to see the hurt in his eyes.

“What do you mean you can’t back out? You can! Corroded Coffin can replace you,” Eddie said.

Your jaw ticks and for the first time since Eddie arrived at your home, you look at him. Your eyes narrow at his ridiculous request. This wasn’t about you; this was about Eddie. He was jealous that prom committee reached out to you, an alum of Hawkins High, to play for their prom instead of Eddie and his band, who’s still at the school. It’s not your fault that they didn’t want a heavy metal band as the entertainment for the night.

“Seriously, Eddie?” you snapped. “We all came home for the weekend just to play tomorrow. I’m not backing out because my boyfriend is jealous that his band wasn’t picked for prom. You’re being ridiculous.”

He glares at you. “I’m not jealous.”

A bitter laugh escapes your mouth and you cross your arms over your chest. “Oh, really? Why can’t you just be happy for me? You play at the Hideout all the time and I’m there to support you whenever I can and I’m not jealous that I can’t play there.”

“That’s different.”

“How so?”

“It’s for people that listen to heavy metal, not for people like you.”

Your brows pinch together at his insinuation. Just because your band doesn’t perform heavy metal music doesn’t mean you’re any less of a band. Even though the music wasn’t necessarily something you listened to, you went anyway because you love Eddie and want to support him. He asks you to be there when your busy schedule allows and you’re always at the front of the crows when you can. You just want him to do that for you.

“I don’t go to the Hideout for me,” you barked at him, “I go for you. I go because I want to support you and because I love you, not because I don’t listen to heavy metal music.”

Your words fill the space between you and Eddie just stares at you. You don’t know what else to say. What could you say? You’re not going to beg him to understand you. You’re not going to beg him to come to prom just to support you when he doesn’t mean it. There’s no point in asking, but you do anyway.

“Should I even bother asking if you would come to prom for me or is that too much to ask?”

“I’m not going if I’m not playing,” he answered petulantly.

Your cold façade momentarily crumbles. It was too much to ask for him to go to prom for you and you still asked, hoping he would say yes, anyway. The disappointment and sadness you feel at his cold response pulls at your chest. You won’t show how much it hurts.

“Go home, Eddie.”

He doesn’t say anything. He’s said all he needed to and his lack of understanding hurts more than anything. He turns his back to you and walks out of the garage towards his van. The sputtering of the engine roars in your ears as he drives away.

You close the garage door and head to your room. Only when you close the door and lay on your bed do you allow yourself to cry.

….

“Is Eddie coming tonight?” Daphne asked as you carried the amps into the gym.

You shake your head. “No. He said that if Corroded Coffin wasn’t playing, he wasn’t coming,” you mumbled.

Daphne scoffs and rolls her eyes. She wasn’t a fan of him and now that she knows he isn’t coming to support you, he’s all but dead in her eyes. She doesn’t say anything but you know her and you know what she wants to say. You just don’t want to hear it and you rather not talk about it.

You don’t know what’s gotten into him. You thought he would be happy for you and thrilled that you were coming home for the weekend. You hadn’t seen each other since spring break and you were eager to come home and spend the limited time you had with him. You missed him and the phone calls and letters you shared wasn’t enough. You probably wouldn’t see him for the rest of the weekend.

You work quietly as you help set up the stage for the night. Daphne, Zoe, and Tori bring in their instruments as you plug the amps in and grab the mic stands from one of the gym closets along with the microphones. You tape the set list on the floor of the stage and tinker with the cords on the floor.

When you walk out of the gym to your car, you’re surprised to see none other than Dustin Henderson leaning against the trunk. You smile softly as he waves at you. “Hey, Dusty,” you greeted him as you pull him in for a hug he eagerly returns.

“I heard you were home for the weekend,” he grinned. “Are you playing tonight for prom?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, peeking around your trunk to make sure you had everything. “It’s good to see you.”

“Sick. I’m sure Eddie’s excited to see you tonight.”

“Oh, he’s not coming.”

Dustin frowns. “Why not?”

You debate lying to him. Dustin worships the ground Eddie walks on. You don’t want the fight you had with Eddie to taint how Dustin sees him. You don’t want to bring him into your problems. He shouldn’t be involved but you don’t want to lie to him.

“He doesn’t want to come because he’s not the one playing tonight,” you answered. “I’m not going to force him to come when he doesn’t want to.”

The frown on Dustin’s face deepens. “That’s stupid, he’s your boyfriend. He should come to support you.”

You shrug at his response. You don’t know what to say. You want Eddie to come more than anything, but you weren’t going to force him. He’s going to do whatever he wants and you are too.

“I gotta get back, but it was good to see you, Dustin.”

He nods in reply and you return to the gym.

….

You stare at yourself in the bathroom mirror. You never thought you would wear your senior year prom dress again. You thought it was a cool idea and a great homage to the night since you were a Hawkins graduate. Daphne and the rest of the band were just as excited to wear their old dresses too.

You teased your hair and put on matching magenta eyeshadow to go with the dress. You felt ridiculous and a sense of déjà vu washes over you. When you went to your senior prom just a year prior, you’d gone with Steve Harrington.

He was a good sport and an even better friend to you after that. Nancy Wheeler had broken up with him a few weeks prior and you broke up with a former boyfriend around the same time. You both purchased tickets already and decided to go with each other. It was only a few weeks before you’d run into Eddie at the local record store and soon after start dating.

“Hey, are you almost ready? They want us on in five minutes,” Daphne said, poking her head into the bathroom. She stares at you through the mirror.

“Yeah,” you said, squaring your shoulders and exit the bathroom.

You head back to the gym and climb on to the stage. You look out into the audience and the gym’s transformation. Tables line the outside of the gym, covered in table cloths and ornate centerpieces. Decorations cover the cinder block walls and the photo booth sits beside the food and drink tables. The front of the gym leaves an empty space for the dance floor. The tables are full of students dressed in coordinating suits and gowns.

You swallowed hard and grab your guitar off the stand. You let out a careful breath before setting the strap on your shoulder. The lights shine on the stage and you move from side to side before leaning towards the mic.

“Hi everyone, we’re the Rose Pedals and the prom committee gave us $75 bucks to perform here. If you don’t like us, too bad. This is Prom Queen,” you said into the mic as the audience laughs at your introduction.

Your fingers strike the strings of your guitar with incredible ease as Daphne starts with the drums, Zoe with her bass guitar, and Tori on her keyboard.

You watch as people stand up from their seats at the tables around the gym and head to the dance floor. As the song ends and you transition into the next song, people start to dance as you play more familiar songs.

Every once in a while, you’ll survey the crowd, hoping to see Eddie in the sea of students. You thought in vain that he would have time to cool off before coming to his senses and coming to prom to support you. He would be standing near the back with a bouquet of flowers in his hands with an apology ready.

As you near the halfway point of the set, the belief that Eddie would show up all but disappears. You stop looking around the gym hoping he would be there. If you got too in your head, you would make mistakes and you don’t want to let your friends down.

Just before the last song starts, you look into the crowd one last time. To your surprise, you see Eddie standing near the back. He’s wearing a worn-down tuxedo that’s a little loose on him and he’s holding a bouquet of flowers. He smiles softly at you and waves.

Despite how you left things, you can’t help the smile that graces your face. You turn to your friends to make sure they were ready for the last song. They nod at you before Tori starts on her keyboard before everyone else joins in.

When the song ends everyone stands near the edge of the stage and you bow as the audience cheers for you. The lights to the gym turn on and the students start to spill outside. You step behind the backdrop of the stage and take a large sip of water as your friends join you in the back. You reach for your keys in the pocket of your bag.

“I’ll go pull up the car,” you said, “I’ll be right back.”

You prop open the back door of the gym and walk through the parking lot to get to your car. You stop in the middle of the lot when you notice Eddie leaning against the trunk of your car. Your eyes meet his and you slowly approach him. You swallow hard and rock back on your beat-up converse.

“Hi,” you murmured quietly, scratching your arm.

“Hi,” Eddie whispered back, swallowing hard. “I brought these for you.”

He hands you a bouquet of beautiful red roses and scratches the back of his head.

“You said you weren’t coming.”

“I did but I realized how unfair I was being to you. You’ve been nothing but supportive to me, and I should’ve been the same to you. I’m sorry,” he apologized sincerely. His deep brown eyes meet yours and he takes a step towards you. “I was a dick and made it about me. I know one apology isn’t going to cut it for the things I said, but I’m hoping it’s enough for you to start to forgive me. I’m sorry.”

You know he’s sorry for the things he said and you’re glad he came to apologize, even when you know that it’s hard for him to admit when he’s wrong. He still hurt your feelings and you don’t know if the remnants of his jealousy will ever go away when you get an opportunity and he doesn’t.

“I don’t know what to say, Eddie,” you whispered. “You hurt my feelings and even though I’m glad you came despite what you said to me, but some part of me still thinks you don’t want to see me succeed.”

Eddie’s frown deepens and he shakes his head adamantly. “Oh, baby, oh no. Of course, I want to see you succeed! I’m just jealous of your success, even if it’s performing at prom. I’m sorry I made you feel that way. I will have other opportunities to play with the band just like you will with yours. I’m so sorry I made you feel like that.”

Tears threaten to spill over your cheeks and Eddie reaches for your face. His thumbs brush against the tops of your cheeks before he lets a hand rest against the back of your neck. A few tears slip out and he’s quick to swipe them away.

You wrap your arms around his torso and hug him tightly. “I’m so proud of you. You did amazing and I’m glad I could be there for you. I promise to never make you feel like that again, and if I do, you have my permission to cut my hair off in my sleep,” he whispered against the crown of your head with a smile.

You lean back to get a good look at him. His smile is soft and gentle as he rubs your back. Your eyes shine in the moonlight. “Thank you.”

You press your mouth against his in a soft and tender kiss. You close your eyes and feel Eddie’s warm fingers squeeze the back of your neck. Your hand rests against the lapel of the tux and your fingers squeezes the material. Butterflies erupt in your stomach and Eddie’s free hand steady’s your waist.

You pull away for a quick breath and rest your forehead against his. “Just for the record,” you said as your breaths mingled together, “I would never cut off your hair, no matter how mad you make me.”

Eddie’s laugh echoes in the now empty parking lot and steals another kiss.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson imagines #eddie imagine #eddie imagines #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagines #my writing

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lavnderwonu · 2 months

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seventeen as my favorite 70’s songs! ˖ ࣪⭑

author’s note!: i always say my biggest flex is my music taste. i tried my best to pick songs for the members based on their vibes & personalities. im an old soul & love love love the 70’s. im like a 60 year old in a 24 year old body LOL. 70’s music is one of my all-time favorites other than kpop of course. click the links to listen to the songs & who knows, you might enjoy them just as much as i do! 🪩🕺🏼

choi seungcheol ❀

next to you by the police

waterloo by abba

say you love me by fleetwood mac

yoon jeonghan ❀

silver springs by Fleetwood Mac

i saw the light by todd rundgren

it never rains in southern california by albert hammond

hong joshua ❀ (i can totally picture him in a discotheque… think saturday night fever)

angeleyes by abba

good old-fashioned lover boy by queen

jive talkin’ by the bee gees

wen junhi ❀

love grows (where my rosemary goes) by edison lighthouse

jet by paul mccartney & wings

baba o’riley by the who

kwon soonyoung ❀

i need a lover by john mellencamp

what a fool believes by the doobie brothers

stuck in the middle with you by stealers wheel

jeon wonwoo ❀

burning love by elvis presley

you’re all i’ve got tonight by the cars

rosalinda’s eyes by billy joel

lee jihoon ❀

i was made for lovin’ you by kiss

little dreamer by Van Halen

love will tear us apart by joy division

lee seokmin ❀

don’t bring me down by electric light orchestra

do ya think im sexy? by rod stewart

don’t go breakin’ my heart by elton john & kiki dee

kim mingyu ❀

crazy on you by heart

deuce by kiss

gimme! gimme! gimme! (a man after midnight) by abba

xu minghao ❀

let me roll it by paul mccartney & wings

lover’s rock by the clash

ashes to ashes by david bowie

boo seungkwan ❀ (so abba coded..god)

SOS by abba

two of us by the beatles

hold the line by toto

chwe hansol ❀

lost in the supermarket by the clash

valley of the dolls by generation x

hanging on the telephone by blondie

lee chan ❀

what is life by george harrison

denis by blondie

jamie’s cryin’ by van halen

#seventeen x 1970s #svt as 70’s songs #70s music #choi seungcheol #yoon jeonghan #hong jisoo #joshua hong #wen junhui #jeon wonwoo #kwon soonyoung #lee jihoon #lee seokmin #kim mingyu #xu minghao #boo seungkwan #chwe hansol #lee chan

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mrsvalentinefucker1 · 2 months

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I have an idea, can you do a drabble of yandere sniper x reader? Like sniper spotted the reader when he is about to kill someone and instantly fell for her. He stalked her and kidnapped her, keeping her locked within his camper van. And hopefully, add in that the reader has stockholm syndrome and fell for him right back.

This idea had been boiling in my head for a while now.

A/N: This is such a yummy idea. Please take me and hide me in your van, Sniper

Mine, All mine.

Yan!Sniper x F!reader

CW: Kidnapping, Light torture(?), teasing, shooting/mentions of shooting, (some) Non-con aspects, blood mentions, language, loss of virginity, begging.

There is quite a long sex scene in this so.. uh yeah

You were the newest member of the RED team. They hadn’t really gotten around to getting your clone set up for BLU yet so there was just one of you. Which, only made you even more enticing. You ran into battle, screaming loudly as you began to violently tear apart the opposing team. Taking knives to their throats, snapping necks and shooting holes through their torso’s. The blood of the falling team members painting your face rather beautifully. Sniper noticed this, watching you through the scope of his rifle. Aiming just enough beside you and suddenly shooting a bullet. Effectively killing one of your team members. Making their head into a fine red mist. You look up and noticed the glare from his scope before he moved to hide. You only scowled and ran finished the battle, continuing to slaughter the opposing team for the remaining time. After the battle was finished you went to leave and clean up but Sniper stopped you just before you left the battlefield.

“Hey, Shelia.- he paused “What’s your name?” he stood tall, his rough hand resting on your shoulder.

“Why? Who wants to know?” you shot back aggressively.

“Well, I would. names Mick Mundy. I’m the teams Sniper.” he flashed a toothy grin at you.

“Y/n.” You muttered

“We aren’t on the same team im guessing. I’ve never seen you here before.”

You nodded “Couldn’t guess by the uniforms?” you laughed and cocked an eyebrow. “They haven’t gotten around to making my clone yet, so it’s just me.”

He smirked “One of a kind, huh?”

You nodded and pulled away from his grip as you walked away “See you around, maybe next time I’ll be the one whizzing a bullet past your head, hmm?”

He only smirked and chuckled as he watched you walked away. Admiring your figure and thinking of all the things he’d like to do to you. He shook his head and regained his train of thought before walking back to his van.

This continued for a few more days. Just silently watching you. From anywhere he could. Your teams base, your room, during battles, you name it. He just watched you. Soon a growing need began to form deep inside of him. Everyday felt the same. Same routine of trying to conjure up a plan on how to get you all alone. Like a jaguar stalking its prey before the strike. Yet, this one day in particular felt slightly different. He had finally formed a plan in his mind on *how* he could get you all to himself. Just to him. No one else.

He carried his gun to his van, waiting behind a wall. Lurking in the shadows as you walked out of the battle field and towards the exit. He pounced on you. A bowie knife to your throat as his other hand covered your mouth tightly. “Not a peep. Respawn doesn’t work outside of the battle field, Sheila and I have no problem with slicing that pretty throat of yours, and wouldn’t want that now would we?”

You looked at him the best you could with wide eyes and shook your head rapidly. He didn’t look like the type of person to make this kind of threat up.

“Good girl.” He nudged you to walk forward. Knife still to your throat as you walked up to a camper van. You were frightened. He instructed you to pull the door open and you did as you were told. He guided you inside the van and you stood there. Not making a sound.

“You try to leave and I’ll find you, Y/n. You’re staying here. With me. Understand that?” You began to cry as he locked the door, tucking a key into his vest pocket and sitting down to clean his gun and knife.

“Please.. why are you doing this, I didn’t mean any of that stuff I said.” You said through frightened tears as you looked around, noticing the jars of liquid, weapons and snuffed out cigarettes that littered the van which only fueled your rage and terror.

It was obvious that he had not been with a woman for some time and it finally started to get him. “Not about that.” He mumbled “Then what can I do. Please, just don’t keep me here” you dropped to moved to him more and dropped to your knees as you begged and cried. He just shrugged. You gripped onto his leg. He was still unbothered as he cleaned his gun.

“Look, roo.” He moved his hand to your chin “It’s dangerous out there. The last thing I want to happen to a pretty girl like you is to get yourself hurt or worse, getting stuck in that god forsaken respawn machine.” He looked away and let go of you “I’m doing this for you.”

You stood up and glared at him with disgust and. “Fuck off. You’re a psycho” he just hummed. Showing he acknowledged your statement. You moved to him and smacked him hard across his face. His glasses shifting off the bridge of his nose.. He shot you a glare. Then, stood up and fixed his glasses while holding his gun. “Not a good idea to hit someone with a gun, sweetheart.” He moved to you as you backed up and swept your feet from beneath you. He aimed the barrel against your forehead and your tears began to flow again. Harder this time as you tried to breath through the shock.

“No” you gasped “No, no! Wait I.. I was just scared.” You moved to hold his leg tightly again “S..Sniper”

He interrupted your pleads. Still holding the gun to your head. “Mick.”

You nodded “Mick.” You looked up at him with red cheeks and wet eyes. “I’m sorry, please forgive me! I.. I’ll never do it again, I promise.”

He fixed his aim. The sound of the gun movie sending a shiver of fear down your spine “Hmm. I don’t know, babe.” He tapped the battle gently against your head some “You promise?”

You nodded the best you could and gripped him tightly “Yes! Yes, oh god.. I promise! I swear!”

He just smirked “Beg for it.”

Was he seriously asking you to beg for your life right now?? How crazy is this sick motherfucker!?

Your tears flowed heavier as they wet his pant leg and you began to hyperventilate through sentences “Please Mick! Please don’t kill, Anything but that! I.. I love you too much! I want to love you forever! Please don’t take that from me!”

He smiled and removed the gun. replacing it with his hand “Good little girl.” He pulled his leg away from you aggressively and moved to sit back down. You fell forward onto your palms when he took your support away. He patted the bed. “Let’s lay down.” You nodded and moved cautiously to lay on the bed next to him. He gripped you tightly against his chest and you listened intently to his heartbeat. It was the only soothing thing about this whole situation. “Tomorrow I’ll go out and get you some new clothes” he said as he tugged at your shirt. You just nodded and sighed against him. He began to rub gently circles against your back but you were far too scared to fall asleep fully, however this was helping you rest your eyes for a bit.

Before you knew it, it was morning once again. “Wake up, roo.” He tugged you. You sat up and rubbed your eyes. “You’re sitting up front with me. Can’t have you trying to break down the door or a window while I’m driving.” He opened the door and held your wrist tightly. Opening the door to the main party of the van as you climbed in and sat eerily still. “Is my girl hungry” you shook your head silently. How could you be in a situation like this? He sighed and looked at you. You mumbled, scared you did something he didn’t like “What? What’s wrong, Mundy” you said hoping to tug gently at his heart strings. “Are you scared” what kind of question is that?? Yes of course you are.. but you lied. Afraid to say something to upset him “No, not at all” you leaned against him. He smiled and held you close “Good.”

Time skip (I’m lazy)

After you made it to the clothing store he purchased wonderful, new matching sets of bras and panties for you.. too bad noone was going to see them but him. Once he took you back to the van he drove to an empty area. Pushing you gently into the back of the van and locking the door behind him. “Try em on” he commanded. “In.. in front of you?” You asked. He nodded and leaned against the wall. You were hesitant at first but began to take your clothing off. He pulled out a matching set and tossed it to you “That one” he watched hungrily as you stripped fully and finally laid bare in front of him. He chuckled as you shivered and began to slip the panties and bra on. “You look so good, Sheila.” He said as he made his way to you and peppered your neck in kisses. Pulling you closer to him by your waist. You wanted to resist but you we’re unsure if he’d even listen at this point. He bit down harshly onto your neck and it sent a shiver down your spine, maybe you’d like it. Might as well try to enjoy something in this wretched situation. You leaned against the touch. Whimpering at the pain from his teeth.

“What’s my baby want me to do, hmm”

“I.. I’m not sure” you mumbled out

He moved his hands to the curves of your waist, then your hips as he gently squeezed and moved to tease you through the panties. You squirmed instinctively and clenched your thighs “Seems like I can guess a few things” he pushed you gently onto the bed. He took his hat and glasses off and set them on a nearby counter as he leaned over you. He continued to kiss your neck, he shoved two of his thick fingers into your mouth and pulled your panties to the side. Slipping his thick finger up your slit and he began to tease your clit. Gently rubbing circles as you whimpered. Once he got bored with that he moved to your hole. Slipping one finger in and curling it. You gripped his arm and held it tightly. Moans and whimpers escaping your lips as he worked you open, “That’s right, keep making those noises for me.” You nodded and exaggerated your moans some for his enjoyment as he fucked you on his fingers, rutting his hard cock against your thigh.

Once he figured you were worked out enough he slipped his finger out and licked it. Sucking up your nectar as he released his aching erection from its confinements. He tapped the tip on your clit teasingly before sliding it down your slit to your hole. Slipping in slightly. You were so tight. So tight, in fact, that he had to stop to level his breathing because his breath was already hitching at the feeling of you stretching around him.

“You a virgin or something? You’re tight as hell” he hissed out with furrowed eyebrows.

You just nodded as your legs shook slightly

“Why didn’t you say something” he leaned up to you and held your legs open slightly more. You only shrugged and gripped onto his back for dear life as he began to slowly move more. Breaking your bleeding, virgin pussy around his thick cock. You moaned at the feeling, the pain started to subside and you felt only the pleasure. His grip tight on you, as if he thought you’d run away. He started to pound into you faster, moving you to a different angle. You moaned out loud and arched at the feeling as you clung to his back.

“Yeah, you like that? That’s the spot isn’t it?”

You nodded frantically. He rushed a hand down to your clit and started rubbing vicious circles on the bundle of nerves, you were seeing stars as he mumbled praise and curses into your ear. Not slipping a single thrust as your orgasm crashed into you. Your legs shaking and your body convulsing as you clamped down onto him. He hissed at the feeling of you milking him of the orgasm he so gratefully gave you. He continued to fuck into your overstimulated body until he reached his own orgasm. Painting your virgin walls with his thick, hot, sticky cum. He hovered over you as you still clung to him, both of you trying to regain your breath.

“Good girl. Already so obedient, hmm?”

You nodded “I never want to disappoint you.” You were lying, again. You just wanted to stroke his ego He sat up and tucked himself away, covering you with a nearby blanket and kissing your cheek “Go to sleep. I’ll get you some food or something while we’re out.” You just nodded. You had to admit.. it was kind of sweet that he looked out for you like this. When he wasn’t threatening you he was actually quite nice. He left and locked the door. Before driving to a store and getting some snacks for you. He came back and seen you still laying on the bed, not fully asleep yet. “I didn’t know what you liked so I just got a lot things. Let me know what you like and I’ll get more of it next time.” You nodded and sat up, immediately moving to put the things away. He smiled

“No need to do that, doll.” You just stood there unsure if what to do “I want to. Please.” You said softly and waited until he said you could continue. He moved to sit on the bed as he watched you put the things away. “Can I sit with you” you asked meekly. He nodded “Yes of course” and then he leaned back pulling you to him as you sat down. He rested his eyes and you did the same as you leaned your ear against his chest. Falling asleep properly this time. Only to wake up to him gone. He was driving the van back to the base. You sat and waited patiently, rubbing your eyes. Once he pulled in and parked he walked back into the van. You perked up. He moved to grab his gun and knife. “Where are you going” your heart raced. “Work.” He said sternly. You jumped up and gripped at him “No, please! Don’t leave me here alone.. Mundy, what if you get hurt? I’ll be here all alone. I can’t lose you please just stay here with me!” he gently rubbed your back but then pushed you away “I can’t do that, darling. I need to make money so I can provide for my princess.” He kissed your forehead and walked out, locking the door. You cried to yourself. Sitting in the corner of the bed you shared for what seemed like hours until he came back. He was such a hypocrite. Isn’t that what he looked you up in here, to be safe?You heard the door click and immediately stumbled to meet him. Holding him for dear life. “I missed you.” You groaned and let your tears smudge against his shirt. He shushed you. “I’ll always come back to you, Y/n. You never have to worry about that, okay?” You nodded “I just got so scared..” he nodded “I know, but you trust me right?” “Mhm..” you whispered. “Good. Then I need you to trust I’ll always come back to you.” He gently picked you up and laid you down next to him, holding you tightly. Embracing himself with your scent and the feeling of you.

“I love you, y/n”

Your heart skipped a beat and you wiped your still wet face. “I.. I love you too, Mundy” and nuzzled into his touch.

This wasn’t a Drabble but.. who cares.

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canonicallysoulmates · 10 months

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J2 Main Panel SFCon 2023

Look at these cuties 💖

Would Jensen consider doing a musical? And would he ever tour with Radio Company?

He has done a musical. In high school, he was in West Side Story, he had never sung in front of anybody before and he played Tony who is singing all the time; he would definitely entertain the thought of doing something like that again but he does mention it's a lot of work. As far as touring with Radio Company they've talked about it, he's not sure about a regular tour like hopping in a van and cruising down the highway but maybe setting up a few dates in a few different cities. And it's so cute when he says this Jared goes fingers crossed.x

What's the wildest thing they've ever experienced?

Jared shares the story about how the last time he had been in France, a couple years ago, they had been staying at a hotel with a beautiful view, and he and his friend Josh were hanging out when their wives came running up to them and told them there was a guy outside who looked like he was about to beat a girl up. So Jared and his friend run out to intervene, and it seems to be a couple and they're yelling at each other, so his friend stands next to the girl and Jared stands in front of the guy. And the dude is aware of his presence but he's not looking at him, he and the girl keep screaming at each other in French until the girl storms off down the road. After the girl storms off, Jared tries to ask him if he's good and the man looks up at Jared, pauses, and goes, in French, 'Supernatural?' and Jared replies "oui", and the guy goes "bon" (meaning good) starts to walk away with his friends then stops, looks back at Jared and goes "merci, Sam Winchester."

The fan who asked this question said that originally they were going to ask something else that was mind-blowing but he forgot so Jensen jokes that's the wildest thing that has happened to him. That poor dude took a roasting 😆

Of all the places they've traveled to which has been their favorite? Excluding Italy and France. And what's one place they'd love to go to that they haven't been yet?

Jensen says Jared is just as good in Italy as he is in France, and he tells the story about how one time they were eating this amazing meal in Italy and the chef came out to ask how their food was, and Jared unknowingly did a rude hand gesture, which is basically the equivalent of flipping the bird in Italy (because in Texas this gesture means something else), to tell the chef the food was good! And Jensen was like 'that's not what you think it means', grabbed his hand, slowly put it down, and told the chef it was delicious thank you, and the chef walked away with a frown on his face. I highly recommend taking a look at this moment because it has heart eyes, some hand-holding, and they sound like such husbands! x

To answer the question, Jensen says Switzerland. Japan is also one of his favorites. A place he hasn't been to that he wouldn't mind checking out is the Maldives. Jared semi-echoes, saying he loves Switzerland, that he went there the first time because between s1 and 2 Jensen talked about going there so Jared and his brother went on route to China, and he's never been to Japan but he'd like to go. x

Is there a song that whenever they hear it it's ingrained that they associate it with SPN?

Brothers in Arms absolutely guts Jared. And Space Oddity will forever make him think about Dean chasing a fairy, basically, any David Bowie song will make him think of that.

Jensen mentions the Heat of the Moment by Asia and Jared tells him that at least he was dying instead of watching his brother die. Jensen also says his daughter found an older pop song and kept playing it on repeat in her room for like a week or so, so now he associates it with his daughter. The song in question is Sk8er Boy by Avril Lavigne. That kid has excellent taste 🎶

Out of any creature, existing, extinct, or mythical which would they like to saddle up and ride?

Without a second of hesitation, I think the fan hadn't even finished the question, Jared answers dodo bird and Jensen Liger. Then Jensen changes his mind and says Falkor.

And then, for some reason, he decides to basically serenade Jared by singing a little bit of Neverending Story which is very sweet and cute 🥰

Jared also says save a horse, ride a Winchester 😏 And the husbands continue husbanding cause the fan says they would want to ride a T-Rex and Jared does the little T-rex arms and is rubbing against Jensen (I don't know how else to word it okay) and Jensen just goes '15 years' and Jared replies '18'. They are so married, I can't deal with them. x

After years of Ken jokes on SPN were they disappointed to not be cast in the Barbie movie? And if they had gotten cast what Barbie would they have wanted their wife to be aka what career?

They are both so confused by this question, they don't know anything about Barbie. Jensen didn't even know Barbie had a career he thought she just shopped! And when I tell y'all I gasped literally gasped when I heard this man say that, Barbie has had over 200 jobs!

Anyways, Jensen does say that if can work with Margot Robbie he's happy. And Jared says he knows what career he wouldn't want his Barbie to have and it's deep sea exploration. I'm not explaining that joke but I had to pause I was laughing so hard I almost ended up in tears 🤣

What is their favorite department, or most important department when working on a film set?

Jensen replies that all departments are important, film and tv shows cannot be done without all departments every one is a link in a chain. That being said he would be very sad if the weakest link in the chain was catering cause there's nothing like breakfast coming off a truck like that and keep in mind breakfast is the first meal of the day, when you're filming a lot of times throughout the week the call times keep rolling later and later and later so by Friday you're not showing up to work sometimes until the sun's going down so like 7pm or whatever and then you're filming till 2, 3, or 4 in the morning but when you show up at 7'oclock they're serving breakfast out of the truck. In all seriousness, you can't do anything without the camera department, without the grips, the electrics, the props, everybody is integral, it takes an army of people to do what they get to do, and it's sad people don't get to see all of their faces because nothing gets done without them.

Jard says probably two of the most important but maybe get the least credit for what they do are the writers and the editors. It begins with the writers and it requires grips, electrics, actors, and wardrobe, and it ends with the editors.

Jensen says he knows Jared's favorite crew position: the onset carpenter. Because he breaks sets constantly it's like putting a real-life moose into a set he just breaks stuff all the time and Dave, their on-set carpenter, always had his belt ready to go and just follow Jared around putting more screws in things as needed; Jensen started noticing things were being much more greatly reinforced.

The person who asked this question is in film school and Jensen advises them to do as much as they can because the more cross-department they can work in, the greater their knowledge of how the whole thing works then they can really pick and choose where they want to be. x

What's their favorite gag reel that did not make it into the bloopers?

They think for a minute, then Jensen answers there were quite a few, that they've often said there could be a six-hour cut-together gag reel per season. They would have enough for a whole season of gag reels after two episodes.

Jared says that when SPN started back in '05 they were shooting on film so they would have to print the film, send it to get developed, then send it down to LA but in later seasons they were shooting digital so it was on a memory card and to save gags on the memory card is much easier and less expensive and time-consuming than on actual film to get processed so that's one of the reasons why they became longer.

Another thing is that when you're on set and they call action, they start rolling the camera, whether it be on digital or on film, and something goes sideways and it becomes a gag of some sort when they call cut unless the director says to print it meaning save it essentially then it's lost forever. And sometimes, directors, because they don't want to seem like they have no control on set just won't print it because they don't want to send down 30mins of the boys horsing around even with it coming under budget and under time and all that cause it makes it seem like they just let them fool around. And because they weren't producers on SPN they couldn't say when to print a gag so he thinks they lost a lot.

Jensen says there was a lot of trying to get each other to break out of character while the cameras were rolling, it was a game they did quite often and was so fun that a lot of the crew would join them, they wouldn't print that cause the crew could get into more trouble than the actors but there was one time where Dean was on the case (this makes Jared go "tell me more"- gentlemen what is with you this con) and he had to go down a basement. He opens the door and down the stairs in the basement were the camera operator, their focus puller, and their camera assistant all in their undies and there were sex toys in the basement that they adorned on themselves so he opened the door and what made him crack wasn't them doing that because he was used to them pulling that stuff it was that the guest star had no idea yet he didn't react.

Jared says MC and Alex were the easiest to break, Jensen is very difficult to break but there is one person who was undefeated: Jim Beaver. So much so that he's not sure if this made it into the gag reel but when Bobby is in the hospital and Sam and Dean are standing at the foot of the bed talking to him, Jared realized the camera was below the chest area and he reached under the sheet and started pinching Jim Beaver's toes but he didn't break so Jared grabbed his other hand to secure his right hand and pinched as hard as he could on Beaver's big toe but he still didn't react until they called cut and he called Jared a damn idiot 😂 After that Jared gave up on trying to make him break. x

Next fan volunteers at a non-profit dog rescue, called doggie protective services! And they use themes to come up with names for the puppies they rescue so could they come up with a creative theme and a handful of names for the puppies? Requirements they have to be G rated and no SPN because they've already done that theme.

Jared says Barbie professions like Astronaut the chihuahua 😂 I actually really like that name for a chihuahua not gonna lie.

He also suggests favorite amendments, and Jensen jokes 5 doesn't talk much, that's hilarious! Then Jared says but one won't shut up and Jensen replies one won't shut up so two shot him these men are on point today with the jokes 🤣

(For the international fans the fifth amendment is the right to not self-incriminate, the second is the right to bear arms, and the first is free speech)

Jared also suggests favorite vice presidents...from colonial France. Jensen suggests colors with a Mr. or Ms. in front of them, but they've done that already, and the same with breakfast foods. Jared says conspiracy theories, Jensen says James Bond villains but Jared reminds him that's not always G, and the jokes they make leave me in tears x

During the final question, the fan compliments both of them and Jared replies that Jensen is a handsome dude, and Jensen says staring at Jared is like looking into the sun awww Jensen! That's so sweet 💛

The last question is basically if Jensen's hair is longer than Jared's now, he says no but the fans are not so sure; he also comments that actors a lot of times don't cut their hair or shave until their next role cause then it's easier to cut it and do what's needed for the particular character. x

And with that, we wrap up this panel, and let me tell y'all I don't do justice to how married they were acting during this thing it was wonderful.

J2 Main Panel SFCon 2023

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Family Video Called

Eddie Munson x Male Reader

Fluffy, indulgent short for me and my mutuals who love the movie

Eddie slammed the stack of movies on the counter as Robin stared him down, a bored look on her face as she chewed the same piece of gum she had been for her entire six hour shift. “Sorry Munson. Can’t do it.”

“Oh no, that’s bullshit. I paid my fee for the last broken one— AND a new VCR because I’ll have you know my machine didn’t just eat the tape it died because of it. So really I should be holding you two accountable.” He pointed to Steve and his partner in crime who tossed his hand up as if telling him to get the hell out of the store before turning back to the blonde he was chatting up.

“As funny of a story as that is, Family Video and all its employees cannot be held accountable for any and all VCR indigestion incidents.” She popped her gum before continuing. “The reason I cannot rent you these is because you have had our only copy of labyrinth checked out for the past..four weeks.” She pointed to her monitor and Eddie practically leapt over the counter to get a look before simply walking around and reading for himself.

“Hey, hey! No customers behind the counter!” Steve shouted at him and garnered himself a middle finger as Munson repeatedly checked the name, address and sure enough the date of check out. Robin shoved him out of the way and waved up the next person waiting in line.

“Outstanding balance Eddie, there’s a lot of other people who’s eyes are starving, hungry, to get a glimpse of David Bowie in that silver bodysuit— $2.75 please.”

“I didn’t fuckin’ rent that Robin! Shouldn’t you know that, you two are here literally every day!” He pulled on his jacket in frustration before taking one last longing look at the stack of tapes sitting where he left them.

“I don’t even remember the last time I ate, Munson. Please just..” Robin looked up from the register to see the young man with the fluffy hair had taken his leave before she even had a chance to order him out, the glass front door slowly falling shut on its own indicating some had just very quickly exited.

Slamming the door of his van perhaps a bit too hard he gave it a momentary look as if waiting for it to fall off it’s hinges onto the ground before heading inside his trailer. He wasn’t mad that you had found something to do while he was at school in between your shifts at work now that his uncle was working days.

It had starting to weird him out when he’d come home and you would be listening to oldies and cleaning like it was your favorite or should he say, only, hobby. While his uncle sat in his favorite chair drinking a freshly brewed cup of coffee. He’d have to pull you into his room before Wayne could start in on him about how ‘THIS is how you make a good cup of coffee’, to explain that you didn’t need to clean while you were there. You didn’t need to make his uncle coffee. You were helping out on the bills, your time off should be spent relaxing.

He was mad at the past due amount. It was a quarter a day with a three dollar late fee, math wasn’t Eddie’s strong suit but the computer didn’t lie. $28 for a movie he’d never even seen and frankly, didn’t want to for that price.

“Honey! I’m fuckin’ home!” He yelled through the trailer as unfamiliar upbeat music played as loudly as possible. He stomped towards his room where the sound was coming from and stood in the doorway, watching on as you bounced around the room dancing. He pressed himself against the wall as much as he could, holding his hair out of his face so he could continue to spy on you.

You spun and twirled, bouncing from foot to foot as you sang along with David Bowie for what had to be the 40th time since renting the movie. You hopped onto the bed and jumped up and down, turning around as you did until you opened your eyes finally catching your long haired boyfriend in the act. Except you didn’t immediately realize it was him in and the scream you let out made him more scared than you were. Grabbing his chest he came into the room and pointed at you. “Turn it off, now.”

You rushed off the bed and stood defiantly in front of the Tv and vcr, arms out stretched. “No!”

“Y/N! Four weeks? You had this for four weeks and never even told me?” He came towards you and you puffed out your chest as if that was going to do anything to Intimidate or deter him from getting that movie out of his house.

“No Eddie, please! Just one more time! I’ll pay the late fee!” He looked at you dumbfounded before wrapping his arms around you and readying himself to deadlift you if that’s what it took.

“You’re damn right you’re paying the late fee, I had to pull out the couch, looking in my uncles car and under the van seats to get the money to rent those movies.” He jingled the change in his jacket pocket after setting you down a foot away, that was the full extent of effort he was willing to put in.

“Just watch it with me one time, please? Then we can watch whatever you want and I’ll pay for those too..” Y/N pouted and moved to sit on the bed as Eddie stalled, thinking it over. Which his boyfriend noticed.

“Pretty good deal, huh?” Y/N perched up on his knees excitedly as Eddie turned back to him slowly. “It has goblins, faeries..things you love Eddie..” Consider him swayed. He walked around to the side and kicked his shoes off before climbing into the bed, expecting you to claim your spot next to him. But you stayed where you were.

As the movie progressed he slowly moved up to where you were, occasionally asking questions that pertained to plot he missed out on by bursting in a fourth of the way through.

“So she’s trying to get her baby brother back.”

“Yes.”

“Because David Bowie—“

“Jareth.”

Eddie rolls his eyes at you correcting him on that for what had to be at least the third time. “—Jareth, steals babies.”

You wiggled your hand as if to say he was half right before giving him a run down of how Sara offered him up because she was upset with her parents. “Doesn’t the baby taking seem a little..off to you?”

“How else is he supposed to fill a city with goblins?”

“There’s a whole fuckin’ city of those things?” Eddie had to admit, though maybe not out loud, that it was a very good movie. The creatures were very well made and he was finding himself becoming more and more enthralled with the idea of incorporating some of the character concepts into a campaign and seeing if he could get away with doing so.

“Plus he’s pretty hot in this don’t you think?” Okay. Fun is over. Eddie pushed himself off the bed and stretched in front of the Tv just as David Bowie had begun the ballroom dance sequence. “Eddie— Eddie move!” Your eyebrows raised up in an upset manner as he huffed and sat back down making the bed bounce.

“No, I don’t think he’s hot.” You quickly turned your face towards him shocked. You couldn’t believe it for a moment until you realized it, he was actually mad. Well, not mad.

“Oh my god Ed, you’re jealous!” He grinned at you and shook his head vehemently denying the accusation. “Don’t lie!”

“Yeah right Y/N, Aren’t we all jealous of David Bowie?” He replied dismissively.

“I can’t speak for everyone but you sure are.” You went back to watching with an even larger grin than you had previously held as Eddie brooded. He was jealous. But not because of his looks, he was jealous because of how you were dancing and singing. It was something you only ever did when you drank, always claiming to be too embarrassed to do it for him or with him so more often than not he’d take advantage of the situation and goofily dance with you if the two of you happened to drink together.

And here you were bullying him. “Why, think I should bleach my hair?” Y/N almost choked on their laughter as the image of him with platinum blonde hair flooded his thoughts in true ‘Poison’ fashion. Eddie slung his arm around the front of of them and took them down onto the bed.

“I could start wearing eyeliner more, is that what it would take for you to dance with me?” Y/N ceased his laughter and looked up at Eddie’s surprisingly serious face as his hair curtained around either of their faces.

“That’s what you’re hung up on? I just don’t—“

“You just don’t dance or sing because you think you’re ‘bad’ at it. Yeah, I know. But I saw you earlier, you sing really good..” Y/N struggles to lean up as his boyfriend still had him pinned, pecking him on the cheek. “As good as David Bowie?”

Eddie’s lips flat lined as he tried to think of the appropriate answer given how big of a Bowie fan you were. Insinuating that you could show him up might not be the way to go. Thankfully he didn’t have to as you finally rolled the two of you over. “Maybe just a blonde streak..” you teased and Eddie shook his head.

“Nope, all or nothing. I’m sure the kids would have a field day doing it for me.” Y/N began laughing again as he imagined them each going at a section of his unruly hair with handfuls of bleach mix.

“You’re hotter than David Bowie, okay?” Eddie popped up before attacking you with his hands.

“You just can’t stop lyin’ huh!” He tickled you and you squirmed, shouting out apologies as he went in on you relentlessly.

“Okay! Okay! I’m sorry!!”

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The light in the room was dim as flames from the candles strategically placed around swayed and flickered.

“As your group trekked the final mile to the outside wall of the great maze, the light woods begin to thin out. A long empty killing field dotted with crudely hacked stumps, stones, dust, the odd arrow, and a pile of bones is before you. Your horses whinny nervously and paw the ground near the forests edge unwilling to go further.” Eddie looks up from his notes, up over his dungeon master screen as he scans the groups expressions before continuing. “The battlements seem unmanned, and the killing field silent and uninviting, looking past them at the tall walls wrapping around there doesn’t seem to be a visible entrance, gate or otherwise.

What do you do?”

“We should have left the horses a mile back, there’s obviously something going on here and they’re just going to slow us down..” Lucas complained before Erica chimed in but not before giving her brother a annoyed look.

“Is there anything between us and the walls aside from the random garbage about on the killing field..” She rolled for perception and got a nine.

“A bridge lay out at half way, no moat nor water beneath it. You look up and down the ancient cracked stone masonry, moss happily flourished despite the lack of moisture in the air or ground.”

Erica held a smug expression as she looked over the rest of the party, still seemingly confused. “I go ahead of the others and cross the bridge.”

Lucas protested against this idea claiming that this is clearly a trap and this early on they cannot afford to lose their only Rouge.

“Lady Applejack crosses the bridge despite Sundars’ pleas for her to reconsider, his calls for her seeming to fade away as a thick mist forms, clouding her field of vision. She is no longer in the killing fields and her party is long gone. She is in a swamp where aged and crooked trees with branches that seemed to be reaching for her grew scattered, narrowly avoiding the brackish green water.”

“Uh, Lady Applejack is going to turn her ass around and go back for the others..”

“Alright hold the hell up—“ Gareth stands up from his spot at the long table and advances on Eddie who quickly covered his DM notes as best as he could. “Is this a fucking Labyrinth based campaign plot?”

“Hey! Let’s try to not break the Immersion you ass, I also have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Dustin laughed before standing up and pointing at his older friend. “Ah ha! I knew you were a liar but know I really caught you! You think Steve didn’t tell me about how you held that movie hostage basically?”

“The Labyrinth? Like with David Bowie?” Erica questioned, Lucas looking more confused than she was. Tiger Beat kept her pretty up to date on the androgynous man’s whereabouts.

“Alright, cut! This is not based on the movie this is all out of my own goddamn head—“

Eddie slammed his hands on the table before raising one finger up to tap it against his skull. “Got it? I didn’t spend hours working on this for you to start heckling me.”

Dustin and Gareth return to their seated positions and the younger boy leaned over and whispered to the other. “This is totally Labyrinth based..”

“Totally, never letting him live this down..”

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