#I didn’t realize until the trailer for the show came out just how much of the movie replaced my memory

[brutal-out-here]

In regards to my last post I’m not done talking about people who believe the show is as bad or even worse than the movies. Like yes I have minor issues with the pacing here or there, but I completely understand that they had a limited amount of time and money to make the show! They did the best they could!! But even then how could the slightly bit faster pacing cause someone to say the movies were better?? Some of the main complaints of the movies were the trio being aged up, the characters not feeling like themselves, and so much of the book not at all happening. And here we are presented with correct ages, actors who seemed to have tumbled out of the books themselves, and so much of the book being shown!! What more could you reasonably ask for??

[munsonsmixtapes]

From the prompt list I am BEGGING for 14 and 48 with Eddie PLEASE 😩 (optional but it could also be so cute if he kneels down and ties readers shoe after it gets untied before reader even notices)

I love this idea! Thanks so much for the request, lovely!

Prompts used: 14. “How many times do I have to tell you that I love you before you believe it?” and 48. “I’m going to fucking worship you.”

Eddie x fem!reader

cw: MDNI 18+ oral (f receiving) wee bit of hurt/comfort

Despite being with Eddie for over a year, you still felt yourself getting insecure about your relationship. He had been your first and only boyfriend and you still weren’t used to that kind of attention or affection all the time. Other men hadn’t really even looked your way until he came around so constantly having someone treat you with so much love and care was still new.

Eddie was one of the sweetest men you had come across in your town full of assholes. He’d always pay the check when you’d go out, keep your favorite snacks in his pantry, and even lay his jacket down when you came across a puddle so your shoes wouldn’t get wet.

He was also so patient with you when you got insecure about your relationship. Any time you’d get jealous or need a little more reassurance, he’d just pull you into his arms and tell you that he loved you and that there was nothing to worry about, but that only worked for so long.

It usually got bad when you were falling asleep, your anxieties reaching their peak and getting the best of you. You’d just let it all swirl around in your mind, driving yourself mad as you laid awake, your boyfriend sound asleep next to you.

What if it was all an elaborate prank?

What if he was just lying about loving you to make you feel better?

What if he was going to break up with you because your insecurities were getting too much?

Those were the questions that haunted you even though you were sure that it was all in your head. That was really the root of the problem. It was all just unnecessary worries that your brain had come up with out of nowhere.

“And then I said-honey? You still with me?” You zoned back in and realized that you were with Eddie in his van as he was driving you home after a date. He gave your thigh a squeeze where his hand was resting on it and you turned to him.

“I’m good, Eds, I swear.” You definitely weren’t, but you didn’t want to tell him that. You couldn’t have that conversation yet again.

“No bs?” That was Eddie’s way of asking if you were lying because he knew you would just so you wouldn’t have to have the conversation. He always wanted you to feel like you could talk to him about whatever was bothering you.

“Maybe a little.” He pulled up to his trailer and and put the van in park before unbuckling his seatbelt and turning to face you.

“Alright,” he sighed. “Let’s talk inside.” He rounded the front of the van and opened the door for you. He held his hand out to you and you took it, hopping down from the seat.

Before you could get too far, Eddie stopped you and crouched down to tie your shoe. It warmed your heart that he would do stuff like that for you even when he was upset with you. It showed just how selfless he was when it came to the people he loved.

And Eddie did love you. He loved you so much that he couldn’t handle it. His heart was just so full of the feeling and it hurt him knowing that you had yet to believe that he really did feel that way about you. Maybe just one more time and you’d be sure.

Eddie led you inside the trailer and you were grateful that Wayne wasn’t home to hear you argue. Eddie kept hold of your hand, giving it a squeeze as soon as stepping closer to you. His other hand grabbed hold of your jaw, gently lifting your head so you would look up at him. His eyes bored into yours and you already knew what he was going to say and you didn’t want to hear it.

“How many times do I have to tell you that I love you before you believe it?” His other hand moved to the other side of your face, moving it so that it was only inches away from yours.

“I don’t know. I’m sorry, okay? I just-”

“What, honey?” His voice was so soft and sweet and you felt like you didn’t deserve it.

“No one’s ever felt that way about me before and I guess-I guess I just don’t understand why someone could.” Eddie pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead before wrapping his arms around your shoulders to pull you into a hug.

“Oh, honey,” he rested his chin on top of your head while your arms wrapped around his waist. He had no idea that you had felt that and wished he had asked instead of just assuming that you didn’t love him back.

“I’m sorry.” He couldn’t believe that you were apologizing for the way you felt. You couldn’t control that.

“Nothing to be sorry about, honey.” His hands rubbed along your back as he pulled back to look at you. “How about I show you just how much I love you?”

“Show me?” You bat your eyelashes and Eddie felt his dick getting hard.

“I’m going to fucking worship you.” He pulled you into a messy kiss filled with clanking teeth and noses pressing into cheeks, but you eventually figured it out. He licked into your mouth and you let him in as he backed you up to the couch.

He pushed you down onto it and placed himself on top of you before pulling you in for another rough kiss. Your hands slid down his back and grabbed onto the bottom of his shirt before pulling it over his head. It dropped to the floor in a messy pile and Eddie’s fingers fumbled with the buttons of your cardigan. He unbuttoned them one by one and it eventually opened, your tits on full display.

Eddie had seen you naked so many times, but every time always seemed like the first when he got a view of your naked chest. He dove in and licked a stripe across one of your nipples before pulling the whole thing into his mouth, giving it a suck.

“Fuck,” you moaned, your hands moving into his hair and pressing into his scalp. He sucked and licked, causing multiple moans to fall from your lips, tugging onto his hair as you did so.

Once you thought he was done, he took your nipple between his teeth and gave it a pull, causing you to bury your fingers further into his hair, pulling on whatever strands you could grasp.

“Eddie, oh my god, so good.”

“You like that?” He chuckled and moved over to your other tit, hovering his mouth other it, wanting to make you beg for it.

“More,” was all you were able to say. “Please, Eddie.”

“Love your tits, honey,” he said, glancing up at your face before moving his gaze back to your breasts. “Honestly the best set I’ve ever seen.”

“Really?”

“Don’t believe me?” Of course you believed him. He complimented your tits any chance he got.

“I don’t know. I think I need some more.” You were desperate for his mouth back on you, needing to feel his teeth and tongue.

“Okay,” he nodded and took your other nipple into his mouth, giving it an even harder suck and you arched your back in pleasure.

“Sh-shit, Eddie. Fuck!” Eddie felt himself get even more hard at your moans, always loving watching you come undone by just him using his mouth. He licked, sucked and bit until your nipple was red and kissed his way down your stomach.

“God, you’re so fucking hot,” he said as his lips got to your bellybutton. He pressed a kiss to it then continued down to the top of your skirt. “I mean it, honey. You’re a fucking smoke show.”

Your cheeks were burning at his compliments and you loved how easily how they fell out of his mouth, knowing how much he meant them even though your insecurity told you that he was lying.

“Can I take this off? Need to taste you.”

“Please take it off. I need to feel your mouth on my pussy.” Your words came out so breathy and desperate and Eddie found your neediness so hot.

He quickly pulled your panties off out from under his skirt and toss them aside before quickly unzipping the side of your skirt and both of you widened your eyes when you heard a ripping noise.

“It’s fine,” you waved it off.

“I can sew it back together,” he assured you before pulling the skirt down your legs and letting it fall to the floor.

Eddie got off of the couch and lowered himself down on his knees before grabbing onto your ankle and pulling you so your ass was at the edge of the couch cushion. He then spread your legs and let out a whistle as he took sight of your pussy.

“Damn, sugar, this might be the wettest you’ve ever been. Can’t wait to get a taste.”

He held up one of your legs and slowly kissed all the way up to your thigh then did the same thing with your other one before draping both of them over his shoulders. He then dove into your cunt, his nose brushing it, causing you to let out a gasp. He started out slow, licking back and forth from your slit to your clit, then began to suck.

“Eddie,” you moaned, your hands finding his hair again. He continued to suck and lick, swirling his tongue around as he did so, driving you absolutely wild.

“Think this is the best you’ve ever tasted honey, swear to god,” he moaned.

Eddie grabbed onto your thighs and pulled you closer so he had more access to your cunt and shoved his tongue inside it, swirling it around as you reached your climax. Your legs tighten around his head and his hands moved to your waist, digging into the skin as he worked his magic with his mouth.

“Eddie, I think I’m gonna-”

“I think you already did,” he looked up at you with a devilish grin then pressed a kiss to your bud before removing your legs from his shoulders. He rested his hands on your knees and looked up at you with his pretty brown eyes.

“Now do you see how much I love you?”

“I think I’m starting to.” With that, Eddie picked you up and carried to the bathroom where the two of you shared a much needed shower, exchanging “I love you’s” to each other while you cleaned each other up.

[bettyfrommars]

Death Becomes Us

a True Blood au

vampire!eddie x supernatural!reader

Part 7: Cry Little Sister

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It's been over 2 months since you had more than a glimpse of Eddie, but you had the feeling that he never let you get too far out of his peripheral vision. Some vampires you've never met before come looking for him while you are trying to housetrain your new companion. Just as you're about to have some quality time with Eddie, another visitor shows up.

word count: 4.4k

18+only for mature themes, vampires, mention of illegal drugs, a demobat, allusions to smut, angst, werewolves, ode to The Lost Boys

authors note: this is a shorter chapter, and there is not a ton of action like in the other parts, but I will make up for that next time.

I had a few names I was considering for our new companion, and decided to go with Bela, in honor of Bela Lugosi, thanks to @somnambulic-thing

You’d picked up an old, pea green recliner at the thrift store, and that was where you sat in the morning by the lamp to drink coffee and read as much as you could about demobats. 

There wasn’t much known about them, but you had gone to Robin at the bookstore with your search, and she found an obscure issue from a dead publication and ordered it. You told her it was purely to satiate your curiosity after you’d witnessed them firsthand on your way to Sacrament. You didn’t know if it was good sense, or even legal, to have one residing in your home, so you decided to keep your new friend a secret for the time being.

Days turned into weeks since you'd last interacted with Eddie, but you kept track of when he was home and when he wasn’t, as if it was your job. Sometimes, when you were watching TV in your living room with the curtains drawn, you’d catch his kitchen light click on about an hour after dark, and you imagined him walking through in his boxers, yawning, scratching his stomach where the trail of hair from below connected to his bellybutton.

What you didn’t know was that the first part of his waking up ritual was to crack his bedroom curtain and see if you were home. If you weren’t at work, the answer was usually yes, and he’d watch the flicker of your tv in the window reflection.

That morning, you had a black, hooded sweatshirt in your lap, and in the sweatshirt sleeping like a baby, was a demobat. 

You peeled back a bit of the material to take a peek at her face. Her enormous mouth of teeth hung open and her leathery wings twitched like she was in the middle of a dream, your arm straining at the heft of her weight. She didn’t have any eyes, but her sense of hearing was excellent and sometimes, you had to make noise for her to find you, like tapping your knuckle on the wall or countertop.

You didn’t realize she’d followed you from the Upside Down until a good three days later when you came home from work late to find her collapsed on your porch. You imagined she got desperate because she was starving. This wasn’t the same world as hers, and she didn’t know her way around or how to find nourishment. She let you pick her up when you found her, after one long roar to let you know she was dangerous, and then she wrapped her wings around you.

  You were worried that she might go after Eddie’s cat, Dio, or one of the other strays you were feeding at the trailer park, but you were surprised to read in the book that they were not carnivores.

A vegetarian demobat? She especially enjoyed canned mandarin oranges and corn on the cob.  Everything considered, she was docile and attention-starved, for the most part, until she could sense voices a bit too close to the trailer, or the mailman slipped letters in your box, making the metal flap clink shut.

And then she would go berserk, screeching at the top of her lungs, wings outstretched, trying to make herself look as big and threatening as possible.  

“Bela,” you called to her, using the name you’d decided on, inspired by Lugosi.  You clapped a few times, using vibration to get her attention, and she eventually learned to come to you.

Weeks turned into months and there was snow on the ground; a light dusting to accompany the late-November freeze.  You’d only recently caught a glimpse of Eddie in passing, from a distance, or just before he snapped his trailer lights off in the morning to go to sleep.  He stopped by Main Vein a few times  to sit in his regular spot and have a NuBlood, but you had a strong feeling that he was avoiding you.  The second you walked over, he’d either check his pager and act busy, or he’d excuse himself and say he had to run.

He never failed to leave some of his artwork scribbled on a napkin, though, and you were always quick to snatch it and put it in your pocket.

You felt like he was keeping tabs on you, yet keeping his distance, all at once. 

You’d dropped off a carved jack-o-lantern on his porch a few days before Halloween, and the day after that, you were surprised to find an odd butterfly animal made of scrap metal, sitting on your welcome mat.  Your smile cut into your cheeks so hard, a tiny ache throbbed there as you admired the welded legs and haphazard laser cuts on the wings.  

To honor the family memories that were so ancient they were almost dust, you got up on a ladder outside to string some colorful Christmas bulbs, and you put up a tiny tree of the Charlie Brown variety inside.  You had a Bing Crosby album while you decorated.  Mostly, it was a sad attempt, and the other vampires in the lot hated the holiday by definition, so they all gave your place pointed looks over the upturned collars of their jackets.

Bela looked like E.T. between some stuffed animals with silver tinsel on top of her oddly shaped head, hanging down like hair, when there was suddenly some kind of commotion outside.  You strained to listen and swore you heard a loud voice shouting for Eddie.  

The demobat sprang from the couch, flaring her wings wide; she was a blur of holiday delights being thrust away by her sprawl.  A feral sound escaped her that was part howl, part Velociraptor caw.

You jumped up and moved in front of her, so she lowered her wings--which were also used as hands with extremely strong fingers---and hovered behind you in the air.  She finally dropped to the counter and waited with a snarling mouth while you pressed your forehead against the cool of the window to see what was going on.

There appeared to be four boys dressed like 80's rockers in long black coats, and you noticed a motorcycle for each parked just between your two trailers.  They continued to call Eddie’s name, almost taunting now, and two of them hit the trailer with the flat of their hand, trying to get his attention. 

“He’s not home,” you went out onto the porch, shutting Bela inside to shriek to herself in private. You did not know for a fact that he wasn’t home, but there was no car parked in his normal spot, and you sincerely wanted them to go away.

They all turned to you, pale faces stern at first, but then smiles crept across their devilish mouths exposing the points of vampire fangs.  The one with the platinum blonde hair and earring in one ear caged his fingers in front of him and rolled his thumbs over each other as he spoke.

“And, who might you be? He cocked his head, and the others seemed to mirror him, four pairs of eyes sweeping over you.  

The sounds inside the trailer told you that Bela had moved to the far end, possibly the bedroom.  You could hear her shrill cry followed by a thud.  

From your higher vantage on the porch, you told the vampire your name, appraising him down the end of your nose.  “What do you need from Eddie?”

He walked closer, almost to your steps.  “Oh, we’re old friends, just hoping to catch up.”

He was positively enigmatic, in that way only vampires can be, but you had a feeling this guy never had a hard time getting what he wanted even when he was human. There was sarcasm in his tone and, for some reason, the others snickered.  

“Well,” you took a breath and grabbed for the door handle.  “Good luck finding him.”

In a flash, they were all up on the porch, crowding you, making you gasp.  “Not so fast there, princess,” the blonde one grinned.  “Maybe we want to get to know you better.”

You could hear the ticking of the time bomb inside of you, on its final few counts before detonation.  Your heartbeat quickened, and you were sure that they noticed.  You watched them freeze and exchange a few curious glances.

Then, there it was: the inhale, that quick and deliberate sniff of your scent.

The blonde one ran a finger down the scar on your cheek.  “You don’t smell like a human.  Why is that?”

You shrugged away from him.  “Please get off my porch.” 

They were all leering at you, their crooked grins mocking.

You wondered if he was trying to glamour you—to make you do whatever he wanted by hypnotizing you—but he’d soon find out you were impervious to vampire party tricks. 

“Don’t be so hasty, princess,” the main one moved as if he were about to touch you again, his cold breath matching the chill of the air outside.

“Hey, are you bozo’s looking for me?” There came another voice, just below the porch railing.

It was Eddie.  

You stepped back, closer to the front door, face flushing with the heat of relief. 

He was in the typical Eddie uniform of all black, but for the white of the Iron Maiden tee under his leather, and the rips in his jeans where pale, tattooed flesh peeked out. He wore heavy motorcycle boots that were covered in mud, and when his hands flexed into fists at his sides, you saw that the knuckles on one hand were bloody.  You wondered where he’d rushed from the moment he felt your fear.  What sort of car jacking or obligatory beating had he been partaking in when he felt your need?

You never meant to call for him on purpose, but now that he had your blood in him, he could sense any ripple in the force that hinted to your discomfort. 

The look on Eddie’s face when the vampire boys parted, and he finally found your eyes, was a mix of worry and white hot anger.  “Are you okay?”  

You nodded once, that was all you could manage.  You were so glad to see him, and it wasn’t because you worried that the guys on your porch would hurt you.  There was another, more foreign emotion that bathed you in a sense of calm.

Meanwhile, the thudding at the other end of the trailer stopped abruptly. 

“Easy boys,” blondie spread his arms wide to motion for them all to step back.  “Give the lady some room.  We didn’t come here for trouble.”

“What did you come here for, then?” Eddie bit.  His stare was trained on you as the vampires santured down toward him.

You could’ve, or possibly should have, gone inside, and even though you knew Eddie could handle himself, you didn’t feel good about the 4 on 1 odds.  One of the mullet boys had a butterfly knife that he was fidgeting with; opening and closing it with a flick of his wrist while he walked. He had black gloves on, and you wondered if the blade of the weapon was made of silver.

“Just a friendly visit, Munson,” Blondie said. You watched him stop a few feet from your neighbor while the rest circled him like they had with you.  “We were told you had something of interest to us.”

Eddie shot him a look, confused, but maintained his composure. “If it’s Dice you want, I haven’t sold that shit in years.”

Dice: the vampire drug of choice.  

The only drug on the planet designed for vampires to experience the equivalent of a human Benzo.  Highly addictive, and made with a lot of illegal, human-derived ingredients that Eddie preferred not to think about, it was also deadly in large amounts to vampires because of the trace amounts of garlic oil.  

The four guys who looked like they’d just walked out of a heavy metal video exchanged bored expressions. Eddie knew the platinum-haired one fairly well, his name was David, and the shorter one with the butterfly knife was Marko, but he’d never cared to learn the names of the other two.  They lived down at The Caves in a vampire “nest” with a few others, and had only been turned recently, so therefore, were no match for Eddie’s strength. Still, they were cocky as hell and always looking for trouble, as most young ones were. 

Eddie chanced a glance at you, hoping maybe you’d gone inside by then, but also, he liked having you where he could see you. He looked over his shoulder to get an idea of how many other residents were lurking around.  

“We should probably talk business inside my trailer,” Eddie inclined his head.  “Too many ears out here.”

“If you don’t have it,” David lowered his voice and tilted his head.  “I bet you know where we can get it.”

Sure, Eddie knew one guy in town who had it, but there was no way he’d send those creeps over to Reefer Rick’s place.  His long time friend was still human, and he didn’t trust the irrational hunger he saw in their pinned pupils.

“There’s only one person I know for sure would have some and that’s Jareth,” Eddie lied.

The other three guys mumbled to each other behind David, but then David shushed them with a hiss and flap of his hand.  

Eddie knew that would shut them up pretty quick.  No one could just stroll into Sacrament and ask Jareth for drugs.  Also, Jareth never wanted money in return, he always wanted services for “favors”, and they were always tasks that would make any normal person, vampire or otherwise,  have a hard time looking at themselves in the mirror afterwards.  

David began to back up, toward his motorcycle. “Alright well, this was a pleasure,” his gaze lingered on you and he gave a slow, generous lick of his lips.  “I really hope we bump into each other again sometime.”

Eddie couldn’t help the death stare he was giving him, grinding his back teeth so hard, the muscles in his jaw bulged.  He hated that they knew where you lived, he hated that they had been so close to you, to know that you were different.

The motorcycles began to start up, headlights snapping on to blare right into your eyes, making you blink away.  

The rest of their motors idled until David took off first, tires making tracks in the thin blanket of white over the ground, and then the rest followed onto the gravel road before blasting onto the highway, howling to each other like wolves as they went.

“You sure you’re okay?” Eddie was up on the porch with you as fast as if he had teleported.

The sudden jolt of his new proximity knocked the wind out of you; you still weren’t used to the lightning speed at which they could move.

“Could you please not do that anymore,” you clutched your throat. “Maybe just walk up the steps like a regular person?”

Leaning back against the railing, he grinned.  “My bad,” he mumbled, playing with the chunky ring on his middle finger.  

The truth was, he’d been going crazy trying to get you off of his mind.  Ever since he took you to the Upside Down, he’d been wrestling with some serious demons and trying not to think of  you in a sexual way, but his efforts were fruitless.

It was normal for humans to have sexual dreams about a vampire if they ingested their blood, but he’d never heard of it happening the other way around.  He’d been prey to so many wet dreams of tasting your cum on his tongue that he’d lost count.  It was getting to the point that he looked forward to the fantasies because it was a way to spend time with you; to feel the warm, wet lining of  your cheek when you sucked his fingers, to not only split you open with his cock and deny you until you begged to cum, but to make soft, deep love to you when he confessed things that he could never say out loud.  

He wasn’t allowed to have feelings for you.  It would make his job very…complicated.

That other secret job of his, the one you could never know anything about.

“Have you been avoiding me?”

Eddie’s head snapped up at your question. “Why would I be avoiding you?” Indeed, that is exactly what he’d been doing, but he didn’t want it to be obvious.

With an absent shrug, you realized all of a sudden that you only had a light cardigan on over your jumper, and your teeth were chattering.

“I’ve been really busy with…” he trailed off.  “...stuff.”

“I loved the butterfly you made,” you told him, hoping to see those flecks of gold dance in his eyes again.  

“You mean the bug soldier?” He chuckled, correcting you. “Those aren’t butterfly wings, that’s a cape.”

“He’s inside.  I’ll have to apologize to him for calling him a butterfly.” You wrapped your arms around yourself.  “Do you want to come in?”

“Shit, sorry, yeah, you look cold.  Here.” He shrugged his leather jacket off, exposing the patchwork of tattoos along his arms and neck, and you let him put it around  your shoulders.  You were suddenly shrouded in that familiar musk of his and you felt safe.

But then, he let the weight of your other question sink in.  “Are you inviting me in? Officially?”

If you invited a vampire in, that meant they could enter your home any time they pleased, by whatever means necessary.  There was always the option to resend the invite, but it was an important decision that would eliminate the barrier of magical protection.

Just as you were about to make a decision, you heard the sound of glass breaking, like a window shattering.  

And then you heard the all too familiar screeching.

“Oh shit, Bela,” you cursed under your breath.

“Bela?” Eddie tried to peer around the trailer to where the sound was coming from. “Who is —”

She appeared over the top of the roof then, jagged teeth ready to strike as she shot down at Eddie like a missile, roaring as she went.

Defensively, he exposed his fangs to meet her aggression.

“No, no Bela! He’s a friend!” You put your arm out like a shield to protect him and she landed on it like a trained Hawk or Owl, curling a finger from one of her wings around you for support.

She hissed one more time at him for good measure, and then her wings fell slowly to her sides as she crept up your arm to settle on your shoulder.

Eddie’s jaw went slack.  

“Is this the…same one that we…how?”

You told him about how you found her on the porch and the way she refused to let you too far out of her sight.

He lifted a hand to maybe touch a finger to her belly.  “Can I?” He asked you.

“I wouldn’t,” you responded quickly, noting Bela’s low growl.  “Not until she knows you aren’t a threat to me.”

He dropped his hand and hooked a thumb into his belt loop, taking in the details of what it was like to see one of them up close.  “I’ve never heard of a human, or anyone, making one of them into a pet. I didn’t think it was possible. They are killing machines.”

You let Bela rest one of her heavy tentacles gently in the palm of your hand, swirling it into a spiral.  “I don’t know if she’s a pet as much as…some type of guardian.  She’s tuned into my emotions somehow. I think that’s why she’s not trying to eat your face off right now.”

You were enjoying the awestruck expression on Eddie’s face.  “Did you still want to come inside? Or have you changed your mind?”

He remembered the wet dreams he’d been having, how many times you’d buried his length inside of you while seated in his lap.  The sweat dripping down, the groaning, the words of adoration.  The way he fingered you in the shower and made you—-

“Earth to Eddie?” Your voice snapped him from his thoughts. “I said, would you like to come in?” 

You had the door open, and you gestured for him to follow, with a feral demobat casually riding on your shoulder.  It had begun to snow again; petite flakes that melted as soon as they hit  your skin.  One got stuck on Eddie’s eyelash.  

“Yes,” he swallowed, raking a hand through his hair. “Yes, I would like to come in.”

“Okay, let me put Bela in my bedroom real quick,” you went on ahead into the warmth of your place, shivering.  Eddie put his boot in the door to keep it from closing, taking in the gravity of the situation.

You had invited him inside.

As a vampire, it was not something to be taken lightly.  

You had to put Bela in the bathroom momentarily, until you could duct tape over the broken window in your bedroom.  You felt like she’d listened to you well enough, but the doubts you had gave you anxiety, so separating her from your new guest felt like the best idea.  You put a soft blanket on the bathtub in there, and she nestled down in it like she was sleepy.  

When you came back out a few minutes later, Eddie was still standing in the doorway, just inside the threshold.

“Did the invitation not work?” You asked, curiously.

“No, no, it did,” he took the final step in and went to close the door behind him.  “I was just enjoying the moment, I guess.”

You noticed that his hand, the one that had been bleeding earlier, was completely healed already.  

Just as the front door was about to shut completely, headlights from a car lit up the porch as someone approached from the road and parked in front of your trailer.

“What now?” You sighed, exasperated.

But then you heard the rumble of the big engine that belonged to a classic, square-body Chevy, and your blood ran cold with sudden recognition.

Eddie closed the door the final inch and turned to note the way you nervously adjusted yourself.  “Were you expecting someone?”

Shit shit shit

You cursed to yourself quietly. 

Could all this be happening at a worse time?

Also, how could you forget? Between Bela and Eddie's motorcycle buddies, the fact that you’d agreed to go on date that night had somehow slipped your mind.  

The headlights turned off and the engine cut. 

“Yeah, um, I agreed to go to the movies with someone tonight,” you cleared your throat.  Why were you nervous to tell him you had a date? It wasn’t like Eddie had made a move, in fact, he’d been giving you the cold shoulder for weeks.  You were starting to think he was repulsed by you.

“Someone?” Eddie heard the heavy footfalls climbing up the wood steps, and realization dawned on him. Everything made sense all at once.  The fact that you were dressed up in clothes he’d never seen you in, and you smelled extremely good, even more so than normal.  

What had he expected you to do? Wait around on the porch for him, knitting, until he was able to work through his issues and ask you on a date himself?

Someone else had beaten him to hit, and he didn’t care who it was—he fucking hated him.  Wanted to rip him open and stomp on their guts.

At the sound of the doorbell, Bela screeched from the bathroom.

Chaos, you mused, pure chaos.

You squeezed your eyes shut and wished for a hole to open up in the ground and swallow you up.

With a tight jaw, Eddie was the one to open the door.

Steve Harrington had a bouquet of daisies in his hand. A full head of hair that was long down his neck, and black and red flannel over a new pair of blue jeans. He raised an eyebrow at the sight of you standing just behind the vampire with the murderous look on his face.

Steve’s eyes shifted to you.  “Is this a bad time?”

“Yes,” Eddie said.

“No,” you corrected, pushing by Eddie to take the flowers and thank him.

“These are so beautiful,” you cleared your throat.  “Um, Steve—this is Eddie, my neighbor.  Eddie this is—”

“I know who he is,” they both said in unison.

You watched Steve’s brown eyes glow a bright yellow for a moment as he regarded your other guest with stern resolve. 

You took off Eddie’s jacket and handed it back to him with a shove. “Just give me a second to grab a few things?” You said to Steve in a rush.  “I’ll be—I’ll be right out.”

Steve stared right at Eddie when he said, “I’ll go wait in the truck.”

“You do that,” Eddie muttered as Steve turned to go.

Eddie was quick to slam the door shut again.  He turned to you with a scowl on his face, “A werewolf?” He balked.  “You’re going on a date with one of those smelly dogs?”

“Yeah, well,” you tossed the daisies on the counter while you fumbled with your handbag. “Why do you care?”

“I don’t,” he pursed his lips into a tight line and shook his head.

“Good, that’s settled,” you took a deep breath.  “Not that you deserve any explanation, but I’ve been running into him at the bookstore for weeks, and I mentioned that I never go anywhere, so he invited me to a movie.  We’re just going as friends.”

“Friends don’t bring you flowers.” 

Outside, the truck rumbled to life and the headlights snapped on again. 

“I can’t do this right now with you, Eddie.  I need you to go so that I can get Bela out of the bathroom and calm her down before I leave.”

Without another word, he reached for the door again.

“Hey Eddie,” you softened your tone.  You’d meant to grab his arm, but took hold of his hand instead.  He squeezed your fingers back, but he did not turn to meet your eyes.  “I’m sorry we didn’t get to…I don’t mean to run out on you like this. Maybe tomorrow?”

“I’m busy,” he mumbled.  He rubbed his thumb over your knuckles once, and then, in a blink, he was out the door and gone.  

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[pedgito]

hi my darling! i would love to see eddie making u cum fast n hard and easing u through the orgasm. in a mood for attention + horneeeeeeeeee

hope u are doing well + staying healthy!!

author’s note: i love needy but attentive eddie so much so i hope you enjoy this as much as i did :(

cw: 18+ (minors dni), fem!reader, oral (f receiving), teasing/touchy eddie, eddie is the sweetest boyfriend in the world, he also loves getting his hair braided, fluff, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, aftercare, if i missed anything lmk.

word count: 3.2k

Eddie was a pleaser, albeit his lack of suaveness added to his charm. He fumbled over his words constantly, stuttered when he was nervous and around you—which was almost always. He laughed at the best and worst times—he could make a tense moment easier to get through and he chuckled through the silly ones. It was one of the reasons you fell for him so quickly.

But, if there was one thing about him that you didn’t initially expect—it was the greediness. His want, his insatiable need to make you feel good all the time. It started off small—holding your hand when you grabbed for his wrist instead, not wanting to be too touchy in public, but Eddie loved it. It was a hard switch at first, allowing yourself to have the things you wanted—even a simple touch. But, Eddie changed that part of you so quickly, you weren’t sure why it ever existed in the first place.

Eddie wasn’t always eager, he did enjoy the slow build up—he could kiss you for hours, slow presses of your lips, soft and delicate as his tongue swiped against your bottom lip, driving you crazy. He’d kiss down your face, your neck, your entire body, reaching every last surface of skin possible to taste you. If he was feeling particularly playful, he’d nip at your side—bury his face into the curve of your waist and squeeze until your squealed, the soft tickle of his curls as the dragged against your skin, his blunt fingernails bringing you to near tears as he kept on until you were begging—only then would he let up. 

He liked slipping you over his lap, thighs spread out as your knees pressed into the mattress—you’d talk for hours on end, his fingers drawing absent patterns into your jeans, or your skin sometimes, if things got far enough. He liked to draw on you often, scribbling tiny designs on your wrists and hands as you laid on his chest, fingers dangling near his face. Eddie was a better listener than most, even when he didn’t have much to offer in return—small little noises of acknowledgement as he worked or closed his eyes even, just listening to your voice. It’s only when he throws the information back at you that you realize that he was listening and it wasn’t all for show, Eddie cared about you immensely.

As much as he liked to show that in public, it was very apparent when you were alone—but in all fairness, that care was reciprocated equally. You didn’t realize how much Eddie liked to be taken care of until he’s cross legged on the floor of his trailer one night, fresh out of the shower and popping another movie into the VHS player. He doesn’t say anything, but he looks up at you, almost pleading. 

“Again?” You ask with a faint laugh, holding your hand out.

Eddie hands you the brush and hair tie without word, smiling as you gave in, combing through his hair gently. It surprised you how well Eddie actually took care of his hair—assuming he was a water and three in one shampoo type of guy, which you were so far off about. He had all the necessary supplies, deep conditioning on the weekends and even let you do hair masks once a month; it was sweet and it made you happy, so Eddie obliged. He also really enjoyed having hair braided—he’d never been able to teach himself properly to do it on himself, but he was an expert when it came to the latter.

He always pulled your hair up or braided it back before sex, a small little intimacy that you didn’t know you needed. But, Eddie loved seeing your face—it was a crime for something so beautiful to be obscured or hidden from view, especially with how pretty you looked when you came—or so he always told you. 

You slipped your fingers through his hair, the small lean of his head as he fell into your touch, letting you pull and twist until you had the hair braided toward the crown of his head, pulling the rest up into a loose bun that sat near the top. Eddie tilted his head back, looking up at you with his wide eyes, lips pursing up into a pucker as he waited quietly. You smiled knowingly, leaning down to meet his lips in a chaste kiss. 

But, it was all a trap—Eddie had his hands around your waist the moment you leaned over, carefully sliding you to the floor beside him, your body thudding to the floor gently as he chuckled, “Are you feeling up to it tonight?”

“Are you?” You asked playfully, pressing your finger into his side until he jolts away, “You passed out last night after sex—like, immediately. I couldn’t even get you dressed, I just tucked you in and left.”

“It was a long campaign,” Eddie says in defense, “I didn’t think I’d be that exhausted—but I swear, I’m ready to go—I could go for hours, actually.”

You made a face of disbelief, not really believing him, “Don’t talk a big game if you can’t follow through.”

Eddie smiled deviously, shifting to his knees as he picked you up with an eagerness, hurling your body over his shoulder in one quick, solid movement, making the swift descent toward his unmade bed.

He was absolutely going to follow through.

“You’re almost there,” Eddie pants, thighs squeezed between his hands as he pushes your legs up and apart, face buried in your cunt as you cry out, his tongue licking the swell of your clit furiously, bringing you right to the peak, before abruptly pulling back. Eddie knew your body almost as well as you; he wasn’t going to let you come that easy, not yet, “need to hear you beg for it, baby.”

Eddie didn’t like to edge you as much as he enjoyed it for himself—it was like torture for you, feeling so overwhelmed and hot, overtaken and desperate, all for it to be ripped away at the last second. But, he loved hearing you, seeing you, the small pout in your lips as he pulled back.

“Ask nicely,” Eddie tuts, smug grin covering his face, “you know your manners, sweetheart.”

And it seems contradictory to his usual attitude, so eager to please, but you fall for it every time; putty in his hands as he leans forward, just a breath away from touching you.

“Fuck, please,” You reply desperately, “—we haven’t even fucked yet and you’re already being—“

“A what?” Eddie asks teasingly, leaning over to nip at your thigh, teeth tugging gently at the flesh. “Say it.”

“You’re being mean,” You say petulantly, “it’s not fair, Eddie.”

Eddie shakes head slightly, “Not mean—just selfish, sweetheart—love hearing that sweet little voice of yours when you beg to come.”

You sigh softly, knowing that Eddie wouldn’t give you what you wanted until gave him what he wanted in return, it was a fair game of give and take.

So you turn it on, embarrassing yourself with how needy you sound, “Please, Eddie—will you let me come?”

“I know you’re trying to be coy,” Eddie snarks back, “but it’s still working for me.” And of course it is.

You shove his head gently, pulling at the curls near the crown of his head until he’s looking at you, eyes attentive, mouth slack.

“I’m serious,” You tell me, voice soft and pleading, “I need it—it’s not one of those nights. I just wanna feel good, please?”

Eddie nods eagerly, lips grazing against your folds lightly, tongue pressing flat against the seam of your cunt, hot and wet against his tongue at the taste of your slick—he’d never get enough.

Eddie isn’t about wasting time either, giving you exactly what you asked for—it builds up quickly, intensely, his hands joining his mouth in a perfect synonymous pattern pleasure, working every last nerve-ending until you were practically screaming his name, gasping on a choked breath as you orgasm hits you hard, blindsiding you completely. You can’t even keep your eyes open, head falling back as you moaned openly through the rapid waves of pleasure, cunt spasming as Eddie continued, working you through the end of your orgasm—but the feeling still lingers, like the speed and intensity of it didn’t allow you feel it at its full potential, leaving you wanting even more.

Eddie noticed your discomfort, face pinched up in frustration as you panted, cursing out a soft, “Fuck.”

“Not enough?” Eddie asks with a small hint of assumption, pulling to his knees slightly, thighs spread out as he tucked his own under yours. He rubs at the top of them soothingly, squeezing at the bare skin, “That one seemed rough—you think you can handle another?”

You nod dumbly, shifting up on your hands until you’re leaned up slightly, shirt scrunched up your stomach, cunt aching and swollen as it shifted against nothing, almost like Eddie was holding your thighs apart for a reason—an unfair one, at that.

Again, he was insatiable—sometimes downright annoying, if he wanted to be. But, you couldn’t stand it, not tonight—like his long day from yesterday, you felt the sentiment fully. You needed it, wanting to pass out from coming so hard, vision whiting out, body going numb—it was an out of body experience that you couldn’t quite describe, but you yearned for it on days like this, the distraction was more than welcomed.

“Not gonna fuck you,” He settles, slipping his hand past the band of his boxers to take his growing cock in hand, feeling the twitch as he takes hold, having not touched himself the entire night, “not yet, baby.”

“Eddie,” You plead, lip pulled down in a subtle pout, impatiently reaching for the waistband of his boxers, only to be stopped by his fingers wrapping around your wrist, holding you back, “please—I need it.”

“I know,” He chuckles softly, using the control his has on your hand to guide it over his dick, fingers grazing the outline of his hand as your fingers mold over his as he ruts into his own hand—it feels incredibly intimate, his eyes never really leaving your face, only glancing toward your joined hands briefly when he squeezed a little too hard, pulling a deep, guttural groan from his chest, “god—I fuckin’ know, sweetheart.”

But, you really can’t help it anymore—growing more impatient as the moment passes, pulling eagerly at the fabric covering himself and Eddie’s kind enough, so he gives in, allowing you to pull his underwear down far enough to where it’s tucked under his balls, settled halfway down his thighs, giving you a full, unobstructed view of his dick, something you’d never get tired of. 

He squeezed at the base, face scrunched up in concentration as he keens his hips forward, angry tip of his cock pressing into your folds gently, the pooled wetness soaking him quickly and he smiles at the soft moan you release when he drags the line of his cock up the seam of your cunt.

“Fuck, you weren’t joking,” Eddie breathes out, the tip of his dick pressing against your clit in a way that has you gasping out into the quiet air, spurring him further, dragging it against you teasingly until you’re practically gasping for air, still sensitive from your previous orgasm, “she wants it so bad.”

And frankly, you could come at the idea of Eddie always treating your pleasure, your body, like it was its only sentient being, apart from you—but right now, you were just frustrated.

You shake your head furiously, “Switch,” You tell him, not giving him much room to argue, but still he does, return a short laugh and a head shake, letting you know he wasn’t quite done—unfortunately for him, he was, “Eddie, switch—now.”

“But, sweetheart—wuh,” Eddie isn’t prepared for the sudden shift, yanking him down until you can change the dynamic, shoving him against the mattress, tearing off the last article of clothing covering your body, hands placed firmly on his chest as you hover over, allowing him a short duration to adjust, “—Woah, okay—“

You shush him softly, reaching between your bodies to grasp his cock, heavy and warm in your hands, as you like him up at your entrance, his wide eyes watching intently, disappearing into your cunt as you sink down slowly, a soft nudge at your hips as his hands take hold, thumbs dipping into the fold where your thighs met your pelvis, guiding you down carefully.

“S’good,” He comments, “so fucking good, baby.”

Eddie was pussy drunk and rambling most of the time, so caught up in the moment that he didn’t even remember half of the shit he said, but it was more than welcomed in the moment, his raw and shot tone driving a deep hit of pleasure to your core, the soft grip of his rough, calloused hands as he held on, feeling like you were his only source of grounding himself. 

“And you wanted to wait,” You chide, whining softly at the sharp thrust of his hips as he fits fully inside of you, settled to the base, the full stretch as you adjusted to him, molded to him like he was made for you, “and now you get to sit,” Your fingers drag up to pull at his chain, guitar lick hanging over his chest, guiding him upright, “and watch.”

Eddie nods shakily, shifting back slightly on his hands to lean away, giving you the room to move, but allowing him the perfect view of you—your breasts, your body, your face, the ungodly sight of you sinking down on his cock, again and again. He couldn’t believe this was his life now—and that he had you. 

“Take it, babe,” He groans lowly, thighs spreading wide to give you support, the slow bounce of your hips as you start to move, it was just the nudge you needed to give in, “fucking take it.”

Your head falls back, hips bouncing at a slow, gentle rhythm. Your hands settle against his shoulder at first, allowing you some stability as you move, but giving you every reason to touch, feeling the muscle tense with every downward stroke, ass slapping against his thighs noisily. Eddie moans quietly, trying not to tip off how ruined he already was, but you hear it—you always do, like your ears were trained for it.

It spurs you, his hand traveling up the length of your body, over your thighs, up your stomach, grazing over the soft mound of your breasts until his hand falls against the curve where your shoulder meets your neck, the pad of his thumb rubbing soft, gentle circles into the skin. He’s itching for it, he wants to touch you, devour you, but he’s holding off, for his own sake rather than yours—because the moment he gives in, he’s done.

The pace picks up gradually, a thin sheen of sweat covering your body from exertion and Eddie’s lack of cool air flowing through his room, but you didn’t mind—it smelt like weed and sex and cigarettes, everything that reminded you of him, and a small hint of bergamot from his cologne. Eddie’s still being quiet, struggling, eyebrows pulled tight, his mouth hung open in a low moan. 

“Fuck, stop holding back,” You complain lightly, “I wanna hear you, Eddie.”

Eddie nods slowly, eyes brimming with lust, their normal brown shadowed by a dark need to please, to be everything that you want him to be.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” He apologizes, “it’s a little embarrassing.”

You shake your head, pulling a needy whine from his throat as you raise your hips sharply, slamming back down with fervor, his hands grip at your waist instinctively, holding you tight.

“It’s not,” You tell him seriously, hands threading through his curls, pulling tight until his head was taut and angled up at you, his mouth open in a soft pant, “I want to hear all of it.”

Eddie nods again, less focused—his pulling you against him now, aiding in his desperate attempt to fuck you until you couldn’t speak; it was working, unfortunately, your voice catching in your throat as he changed the dynamic, shifting onto his shins as he lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist securely, giving you no choice but to hold on to him, trust him. 

“Oh—“ You gasp loudly, allowing Eddie to push the hair that had fallen from it’s loose braid away from your face, soft eyes boring into his pensive ones, focused and determined—if it weren’t for the stray curl that fell over his forehead, you’d feel intimidated, but it softened his features immensely, “Eddie, I can’t—“

“You almost there?” He asks hotly, hot breath fanning over your chest.

“No—can’t, can’t come—it’s,” You grunt softly in frustration, feeling his hand move swiftly toward your clit, but it’s like you’re stuck, “it’s like I’m too distracted—I don’t know—“

“Hey,” He coos, pulling your face down to look at him—he’s checking in, eyes searching your frustrated expression, “close your eyes for me, baby.”

“But, I like looking at you.” You pout, earning a soft, stern look in return. You smile faintly, allowing your eyes to fall shut against your own will.

“Just focus,” He tells you softly, voice falling off on a soft groan, the dull slap of skin against skin as he fucks into you, the soft squelch of your slick and his, his thumb rubbing slow, deliberate circles against your clit. It’s right there—right fuck there and it hurts almost, but you need it, “I got you.”

You nod weakly, mouth falling open in a strained gasp as Eddie applies more pressure, switches the angle of hips slightly, leaving you defenseless and pliant to his orders, the delicate touches and focused hands.

You didn’t even realize your orgasm was hitting you until Eddie stalls, coming almost exactly when you do, spilling himself deep inside of you—it’s just as quick and hard as the first one, but hits even deeper, like a full body ache as you scream out on a choked whine, the soft praises of Eddie’s voice as he follows through, sounding just as wrecked. His hand never falters, working you through the waves of aftershocks, your body rocking against his touch helplessly, feeling every nerve in your body seize at the over-stimulation until you can’t breathe, falling tiredly into Eddie’s hold.

He laughs softly, face buried in the warm crook of your neck, the outline of a smile pushing against your skin as you breathe deep, trying to bring yourself back down. 

“Still with me?” Eddie asks after a while, rubbing his fingers against the soft skin of your back, soothing you more than he’d ever understand. 

“Yeah,” you reply softly, “sort of.”

Eddie chuckles again, pulling back to look at you, head cradled in his hands. 

“Shower first, sleep later,” Eddie instructs, nodding toward the small bathroom down the hall, “I’ll help.”

“But, you already showered.” You tell him, eyebrows pulled up in confusion. “Why would you—“

“Someone’s gotta hold you up,” Eddie says teasingly, “I can still feel your legs shaking.”

On cue, you feel the strained muscles quiver, legs feeling like jello around his hips. Eddie gives you a pointed look, waiting for you to give up your inherent stubbornness and let him take care of you properly.

“Fine,” You say with a soft sigh, failing to hide your smile as he digs his fingers into your side, biting at the soft flesh of your stomach playfully, “—Eddie, cut it out.” 

“Not a chance, sweetheart.” He tells you, leaning up to press a soft kiss to your lips, whispering a quiet admission of love against them. 

[ladykailitha]

If I Rescue You, Will You Rescue Me, Too? Part 1

Since I am in the middle of a poll about how to end “Can Anybody See Me?” (which you can vote on here) I am putting it on pause until it finishes on Saturday. I’ll still be working on it, I just won’t be posting until after it’s done. (Which if it keeps going like it is, end of season 4).

This story started out as a beautiful (and SHORT) story about Steve taking Eddie to the Ozzy Osborne/Metalica concert and turned into a full on season 4 fix-it (it’s 6000+ and counting *wails*).

Summary: Steve realizes after the aftermath of Vecna that he’s in love with Eddie. When he finds out that he was trying to get enough money to get to the Ozzy Osborne/Metallica concert in Indy in a week, he decides to woo Eddie via the most important concert of Eddie’s young life.

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Things had gotten a little hairy when the demobats tried to break through the vents of the trailer. Eddie looked up at the sheet ladder and then back out at the sounds of screeching and scrambling as the bats fought to get to him and Dustin.

He knew they had no way to close the gate on the other side. That once the bats got into the trailer the wide world of Hawkins would be next. They would be next. He sighed. He knew what he had to do. With a heavy heart and broad swipe of his spear he cut the ladder.

Eddie zipped up his jacket and grabbed his shield and spear. He led the demobats away on one of the bikes. Got pretty damn far before the tire hit a divot in the hell space known as the Upside-Down. He rolled into the dirt and tried to get up. The shield and spear tangled together making it hard to stand. Once he was able to get to his feet he roared at the bats.

Eddie was able to stand his ground for a while but he started to wear out. He wasn’t sure he could last much longer. What was taking them so long?

And then it happened the swarm came at him full force and he was knocked to the ground. He brought up his hands and knees trying to protect as much of his body as he could. But they were relentless. Just when he thought all hope was gone, suddenly the bats fell.

The air was filled with screaming of a different kind now and it sounded like his name.

He brought down his arms and looked up to see Dustin kneeling over him crying.

“Hey, bud,” Eddie whispered. “I’m fine.”

“Why would you do that?” Dustin screamed. “Why?”

Eddie reached out and cupped his cheek. “Because they were breaking through. They were going to get you.”

“We could have fought them together,” Dustin choked out.

Eddie shook his head. “Steve would have killed me if you got hurt.”

“Damn right I would have,” Steve said.

Dustin stood up, whirling around to face him. “Steve! Eddie’s hurt!”

Steve rushed over and immediately pulled out the first aid kit they bought when they got their other supplies.

“What did I tell you about not being a hero, Munson?” Steve growled as he pulled out bottled water and gauze.

“Dustin...” Eddie gurgled.

Steve looked up at his face and swore. “Shit! They got you good.” He set down the gauze and pulled out a large cotton pad and pressed it to Eddie’s neck.

“Dustin,” Steve snapped, “We need to find a way to transport him. Are you able to do that for me?”

Dustin nodded and immediately got on the bike Eddie had biffed on. The front tire was a bit wobbly but it would do in a pinch.

Robin and Nancy came running up. Robin skidded to a stop and turned away, suddenly ill. Nancy was at Steve’s side in an instant.

“Hold down the pad,” Steve bit out. “I need it in place so I can wrap it.”

She nodded and took over holding the pad to the bleeding coming from Eddie’s neck. Steve quickly wrapped the gauze around it and then unzipped the jacket.

Eddie coughed. “Take me out to dinner first, jeez, Harrington.”

“Shut up, shut up,” Steve murmured. “Just please shut up for once in your god damned life. So I can save it.”

Eddie smiled, showing blood on his teeth.

“Fuck!” Steve cursed. “I hope you didn’t like this jacket, man. It’s pretty much gone at this point.”

The demobats had shredded the jacket’s sleeves and even one or two had gotten past the many layers Eddie had on. But the bites were shallow. Not like Steve’s.

His legs were a bit worse for wear too.

Just then Dustin had come back with a metal covering that they had used to shore up the trailer, dragging behind the bike.

Steve looked up and smiled. “Good job, Dusty!” He turned to his best friend. “Robin!”

She glanced at Eddie and then turned her head up so she wasn’t looking at him directly. “He’s bad, Steve.”

“I know, but I need all four of us to carry him,” he explained softly. “Can you do that for me?”

She looked him in the eye. “Yeah. For Eddie.”

They managed to get him on the makeshift stretcher and Nancy stepped up to grab one of the corners.

Steve held out his hand. “Wait! We need to keep it as level as possible. Dustin you take that corner. Nancy you go out in front and find us the safest path.”

Nancy opened her mouth to protest but she knew he was right. She was much shorter than the rest of them and it would only hurt Eddie more.

“Why can’t we just drag him behind the bike?” Dustin asked, still doing what he was told.

“Because we need to move fast but smooth,” Steve said. “Everyone at three, lift. One, two, three!” They all lifted together.

“The bike would be smooth,” Dustin protested.

“Not for Eddie,” Steve said. “Now, move.”

They walked as fast as they could to the nearest gate. Which unfortunately was the Lover’s Lake gate.

Steve stopped in front of the gate and closed his eyes tightly. “Right, Eds,” he murmured. “This is where you get off the ride.”

Eddie made a sound that vaguely resembled a chuckle.

“How are we going to get him through the gate?” Robin asked, shifting nervously from side to side.

“You and Nancy are going to go up first and get the boat,” Steve explained. “Then Dustin will swim to the surface. He’ll come get me once you two are in place.”

“Where is this coming from?” Nancy asked. “I thought you weren’t the planning type.”

Steve took a deep breath and pretended that didn’t hurt.

“No, no,” Robin said waving her hands. “He’s good at emergency shit like this. Like, really good.”  

“It’s all the first aid training,” Steve said tamping down on the anger that threatened to rise to the surface. “Now go. I’ll send Dustin up in ten minutes.”

Dustin looked down at Eddie. “Ten minutes is too long, Steve.”

Steve grabbed Dustin’s arms. “It’ll be enough. I’m not going to let him die on us, I promise.”

Dustin nodded and watched as Robin and Nancy dove through the gate.

Ten minutes later Dustin did too. About a minute after that, Dustin was back to help Steve bring Eddie back to the surface.

They struggled but were able to get Eddie onto the boat. Once they got to shore they were able to call for an ambulance.

The four of them watched as Eddie was taken to the hospital.

Steve took a deep breath. “Right. We need to clean up and get to the hospital.”

“No.”

Steve looked at Nancy. “There is an ambulance coming for you, too. I want those bites looked at by professional.”

Steve wanted to argue but as the adrenaline wore off, he swayed on his feet.

Robin caught him before he fell. “We’ll call...” she stopped. There wasn’t anyone for her to call. Not for Steve. The people that would care were all here.

“Wayne Munson,” Nancy finished. “Let him know Eddie’s at the hospital from an animal attack. We’ll also radio the party and all meet up at the hospital.”

Distantly he could here the sounds of the sirens coming for him before his world went black.

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[somethingvicked]

X-rated Education part 6.

a Tom Grant (Make Up 2019) story.

warnings: female reader, smut, curse words.

Fifth lesson

Tom was lying on his back, soaked in sweat with a just as sweaty Y/N on top of him, both of them trying to catch their breaths after their reunion earlier that night.

One would’ve thought that they had been apart for months rather then just a week. They had lunged at each other as soon as Y/N stepped inside the trailer, Tom pressing her up against the door (and only closing it because of that but he didn’t realize that until later) to kiss her and taste her skin while her hands roamed over his body.

The first round they hadn’t even gotten all of their clothes off. Y/N was still in her bra, her jeans only pulled off by one leg, panties tugged to the side. Tom’s jeans and boxers had been shoved just beneath his ass and they hadn’t even made it to the bed; Y/N rode him directly on the floor, wailing like a banshee while his grunts and groans echoed around the trailer along with the sounds of skin slapping against skin as well as the obscene squelching sounds from when he pushed in and out of Y/N’s cunt.

It hadn’t lasted long for either of them and full of giggles they had stripped of the rest of their clothes and moved to the bed for a little more comfort.

That’s where they had gone for round two. No new positions or lessons though, Tom had had Y/N on his lap, fucking up into her, his arms wrapped around her back while his hands held on to her shoulders for the perfect leverage, Y/N‘s head tipped back, her mouth open in soundless screams as his cock was basically sparring with her g-spot back and forth, back and forth.

Afterwards they had just fallen down onto the mattress; Y/N had draped herself over him, Tom stretching out his legs, his arms still wrapped around her. He could feel his own spent leaking out of her, a steady trickle dripping down on him, past his balls and hitting the bed. It made him feel a strange kind of smug. There had been a lot of new stains on the mattress since he met Y/N.

Y/N hummed a little, lifting her head, which seemed to take a lot of effort. “I should go and clean up. I don’t want to ruin your sheets.”

Tom snorted and tightened his grip on her. “It’s a little late for that, love. And I couldn’t care less.”

But then he remembered something he had read recently, just before Y/N came home. Yes, perhaps he had looked some things up because he wanted to impress her; spoil her, show her how much he liked being with her like this, not just because of the things she taught him.

On a site online he had stumbled across some facts and tips for a better sex life and caring for your partner. And it had said that women should try to pee after every sex session, because it decreased the risk of UTI’s.

Tom had noticed that Y/N often went into the bathroom to clean herself off – she rarely let him do it and when he read that it made sense. If she wanted to pee directly afterwards she might as well clean up at the same time.

But there were plenty of other things he could do instead. He sat up, taking her with him and got up from the bed. “Come on,” he told her, carrying her into the bathroom. “Let’s clean up and then we can go back to bed and snuggle.”

Y/N’s eyes lit up as he said that. He had been a little worried that she would think that weird since they weren’t really a couple but thankfully that clearly wasn’t the case.

Tom put her down on the toilet and then turned the shower on. He wished he could treat her to a bubble bath but sadly his little trailer was only equipped with a tiny shower stall. He turned the water on full force, so Y/N could use the toilet without feeling embarrassed about him being in there.

When she was done and had flushed the toilet as well as washed her hands she came up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. “Is it warm? I’m feeling cold.”

“Then you better get in, babe,” Tom told her, moving out of the way so she could step inside the stall. He walked in behind her, taking the same position as she had just a second ago, wrapping his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder. “Is this helping? You warming up?”

Y/N only hummed, leaning backwards against him, closing her eyes against the spray.

“Tom, I hope it’s not too big of a disappointment if I tell you that I don’t think I have another round in me,” Y/N said in an apologetic tone. “It was wonderful but…”

Tom shushed her. “That’s not what I had in mind,” he assured her, gently rubbing her arms. “It was wonderful but never think that getting off is the only reason we… well, you know. I’m so grateful for everything you teach me and I do want you to have a good time too.”

He heard Y/N inhale deeply, as if reacting to something he said but she remained quiet.

After a moment he took his body wash and poured it into his hands, lathering them up. “Sorry, it’s all I have,” he told her as the typical male scent spread inside the bathroom.

Y/N giggled. “It’s okay. I like the thought of smelling like you – well, other than your bodily fluids.”

Tom snorted at that as he started to wash her shoulders and back, massaging them as his hands moved over the skin. “You certainly didn’t seem to have a problem with my bodily fluids earlier,” he teased her, giving her earlobe a little nip that made her giggle again. He loved that sound.

“If you want you could bring some of your toiletries over here – just in case,” he suggested, well aware how it could sound, but that’s why he made sure to say ‘toiletries’ and nothing else. There was nothing weird about that, right? It would be like… well, like when you kept an extra deodorant in your locker at the gym.

Right?

Y/N was quiet for a moment but then she nodded. “You know, that might make things a lot easier. I’ll bring some around. Thanks, Tom.”

“’Thanks?’ For what?” Tom wondered with a chuckle, rubbing his soapy hands over her chest and stomach.

“For being okay with a girl putting her things in your bathroom!” Y/N laughed. “Aren’t guys usually terrified of that? That it means things are moving too quickly – oh no, the commitment!”

“Well, I guess I’m not like other guys,” Tom said holding Y/N’s arms out to rinse them from the bodywash.

“No. You’re not,” Y/N said, her voice so low that he almost didn’t hear it.

What did she mean by that?

Tom finished washing Y/N and then wondered if she wanted him to wash her hair but she said no. “It will get so frizzy without conditioner. That’s one of the things I should bring here, ASAP,” she told him and he had to laugh at that. He had heard of conditioner of course but he had no idea what it was or what you used it for, but he would be more than happy to learn so he could care for Y/N’s hair another time. After he gave himself a quick wash he turned off the shower and wrapped Y/N up in a towel so she wouldn’t get cold.

Y/N seemed to have been struck with silence again as Tom picked up his brush and started to comb her hair. It was only when he went to give her hair a brisk rub with the towel that she shook her head.

“No, like this…” she said, and showed him how he would use the towel to squeeze the excess water out of the tresses. “Rubbing it down like that can damage the hair. Sorry if I’m being a control freak!”

Tom scoffed. “Hey, it’s your hair that I’m taking care of, right? The least I could do is letting you tell me how you want it.”

Y/N gave him that strange look again. It wasn’t how she usually looked at him; filled with desire when she wanted him, humor when they laughed together or the patient one when she instructed him in the ways of sex. No, this one was different. Almost like those times when you met a person and recognized them but couldn’t place from where.

Her hand had absentmindedly moved to Tom’s wet curls, her fingers combing them out as he finished with her hair.

“You want a cuppa?” he then wondered, lifting her up bridal style and opened the door to the bathroom. “We can have it in bed.”

“Yes. I’d like that.”

“How about some whiskey with it?” Tom offered, setting her down on the bed, carefully forming the duvet around her before taking the towel away. Tossing the towels into the hamper he took out a pair of clean boxers before hurrying into the kitchen to turn the kettle on.

“Want some snacks?” he called and Y/N replied:

“No, thank you. Just tea would be great.”

Tom looked into the fridge anyway and realized he didn’t have a whole lot to offer – he needed to go grocery shopping. Good thing she didn’t want any – maybe fate finally had taken a pity on him? He had to snicker silently at that thought.

Instead he prepared the tea, pouring some Jameson into both of their mugs and then walked back into the bedroom again.

“Here you go. Careful, it’s hot.”

Y/N chuckled. “I should hope so, otherwise it wouldn’t be tea.”

“It could. Could be ice tea,” Tom teased her and Y/N stuck her tongue out at him, making them both laugh.

She blew a little on the tea and then carefully took a sip. Her eyes widened. “You… you remembered that?”

“What?” Tom wondered

“That I don’t like sugar in my tea – that I prefer it with just honey.”

“Yes?” Tom said, not really understanding what she meant. “You said that you thought the sweetness of honey made the taste more savory than processed sugar and that it was healthier too, that’s why you prefer it in your tea. If you have coffee you take cream in it in instead of milk for the same reason – richer taste.”

Y/N’s mouth hung open. Then she placed her tea cup on the nightstand and took Tom’s from him as well, putting it beside hers.

She climbed into his lap, the duvet forming a tent around them as she hugged him tightly.

“What’s wrong?” Tom wondered, worried that he had done something bad.

“Nothing,” Y/N whispered, the hairs at the back of his neck rising as the caress of her voice against his skin. “It’s just… funny.

“Funny?” Tom repeated, raising his eyebrows.

“Yes. You wanted me to teach you how to please women. But Tom, I wonder if you realize that in so many ways… you are already perfect. A man any woman would be proud to call hers.”

Would you, Tom wondered to himself, running his fingers up and down Y/N’s back, stroking the silky skin. Would you be proud to call me yours, Y/N?

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Every Day is Halloween(Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader)

words: 1,1k

warnings: general smuttiness, making out, heavy petting, vaginal fingering, vulgar words, drug use.

It’s Halloween night. You have nothing to do. No party to go to. You’re bored as all hell. You want to find something to do. Breaking you out of your superficial thoughts, the phone rings. You answer slowly, lighting up a cigarette at the same time.

“Glad you picked up, babe. I was wonderin’ if you were coming over.” Eddie’s voice came through from the other line.

You smirk, “I thought you were busy with Hellfire club tonight,” Eddie had been planning a special Halloween campaign for tonight, but it must have fell through.

“Nah babe. The kiddos wanted to go out tonight. So I’m just sitting here alone, waiting for my baby to come to me.”

You take another drag of your cigarette. “Be there in ten.”

Inside the trailer, you follow Eddie to his bedroom. The place has been slightly decorated for Halloween, but this is mostly an effort from your part. Since the beginning of the month, you’ve been bringing a little decoration with yourself to decorate the trailer. You knew it needed a little holiday spirit.

In Eddie’s room, you drop the bag of candy on his bed and settle on the floor to kick off your shoes. Eddie sits at his desk, and he watches as you begin rummaging through the tapes for something to listen to. Recently the two of you have been listening to all kinds of stuff, but tonight you want something classic. You pop it into the tape player and you press play.

When you turn to face Eddie, he’s smirking at you. He pats his lap, and he beckons you over. You saunter over to him, and you straddle him. Eddie chuckles at your neediness.

“Thought you were feeling a little needy for me. But you were playing shy, weren’t you?” You shake your head no, but he’s just smirking again.

“C’mon baby, don’t play coy with me like this.” Eddie teases. He presses a kiss to your lips. “Though, you are very cute like this.”

He picks up the joint from his desk and lights it up. Eddie takes a few puffs before passing it to you.

“I know I’m not a drunken Halloween party,” you pass him back the joint and he takes a hit. “But we can have our own little fun together. I rented your favorite, Texas Chainsaw Massacre.”

You cheer happily, and Eddie smiles. He’d do anything to make you smile like that. It’s just so damn adorable to him whenever you’re this happy. He knew you had wanted to make plans to go out tonight, but you didn’t because you wanted to see him. And that alone was enough to really see how much he means to you.

“So, here’s what I’m thinkin’,” Eddie ashes out the joint. You feel so tingly like this. Your body feels warmer while pressed up against him. “I’ll put on the movie for my princess, and I’ll fuck you while we watch it.”

You can’t help the gasp that escapes you. You both giggle, and which slowly dies off as Eddie begins kissing you. It’s not long before you two are making out sloppily. The cold metal of his rings feel so fucking good pressed to your cheek. You long to feel it elsewhere on your body.

“I think that’s the best way we could spend tonight. Plus, I even brought some candy.” You answer. You point to the bag sitting on the bed. It’s a little childish, but you know you’ll be hit with the munchies sooner than later.

Eddie sets you down on the ground, and he grabs one of the blankets on his bed. You two head out into the living room, knowing that Uncle Wayne won’t be home for hours. Not until morning of course. Eddie sets up the movie in the VCR and you’re grabbing some water from the fridge. The bag of candy is also on the coffee table now.

With the blanket set up on the couch along with some comfortable throw pillows, Eddie thinks his work is done. Until he realizes he’ll need to get you naked. Articles of clothing get discarded with every chaste kiss until you’re naked and Eddie is just sucking on your tongue.

“Get on the couch, baby. ‘Wanna show you how badly I’ve been wanting you.” He begins taking off his clothes.

You watch as he takes off his shirt, revealing his gorgeous chest with the many tattoos. You’ve always loved that so much about him. His tattoos look so good on him. They suit who he is. Then, his hands trail down to his belt, and while he’s looking dead in your eyes, he begins to unbuckle it.

“Baby, I want you to touch yourself while you watch me strip.” He’s surprised at his own naughty words, but you only nod your head.

“Okay, Eddie.”

Your hand soothes down your own body as you settle on the couch. Your thighs open wide, and your hand slips between them to stroke your wet folds. You’re surprised to feel just how wet you are, but you suspect the weed had a big role to play in that. Along with your boyfriend undressing right in front of you.

“Fuck—” Eddie sputters as he watches you rub your clit. Your lips are parted ever so slightly, letting out little pants of his name. “If only you knew how fuckin’ sexy you are right now.”

His hands make quick work of unbuckling his belt. Then he looped his fingers into the belt hoops and watched you. Your soaking wet pussy is just dripping all over the couch. How is he going to mask the scent? Part of him doesn’t care, but he thinks about a few ways he can make it so you two weren’t fucking so filthy in the living room.

“Shit! Are you really that wet already? We didn’t even do anything,”

You pant, “I know. Just want you so fucking bad, Eddie. You weren’t the only one thinking about this.”

He smirks as he begins to unbutton his jeans. Already his cock is rock hard and straining against the tight denim of his jeans. You really are a wet dream come true to him. You are everything he wants and more. He can’t believe his lucky stars sometimes when you tell him you love him.

Eddie comes closer and bends down to kiss you sloppily. His hand replaces yours, and he pumps two of his fingers into you. The invasive stretch makes you cry out. Eddie moans when he feels how fucking warm you are.

“Fuck baby, I’d blow my load right away if I fucked you right now. Your little cunt is so good,” He blushes at his confession, but you don’t seem to care one bit.

“It’s okay baby, we’ve got all night.” You press a kiss to his lips once again.

“I fuckin’ love halloween…”

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One More Ride

Luke Glanton X Reader 

A/N: I really hope you all like this little idea i came up with !!! If you like my work please show it some love it means a lot !!

Y/N Pov

Meeting Luke was like riding a rollercoaster.  The highs were highs and the lows were low.

So many times you thought about getting off but you never seemed like you could. He always pulled you back in. 

The life you always dreamed about with him was one the main reasons you alway stayed. You wanted everything this world had to offer with him.

You thought maybe he would mellow out and be able to actually put the past behind him. But little did you know what that would take.

You felt bad though because he did quit being a rider for you. He was tired of being away from you for so long

. His nights on the road  were just getting longer. He felt this longing like there was something missing from his life. 

He watched as everyone around started having families and moving on and here he was just stuck on the same ride over and over.

But he was stuck in a rock and a hard place. How he always felt like he was destinated for something more in this world. 

Though he quickly realized that life was crushing those dreams short. He had no money , no education and no real job experience. This was the only life that he had ever known. 

So what was he going to do ? Live in a little trailer and live off the tiny money you made down at the diner.

You were working on putting yourself through school. Trying to make a different life for yourself. He was always proud of you for achieving your dreams and working hard. 

But he knew he had to something for himself. He didn’t wanna on rely on you , he felt like he was the man he had to provide for you. Even though you told him countless time you would take care of him until he found his own way. 

You mainly just wanted him home. Coming home to an empty bed every night was rough and lonely. You felt like you were basically single. 

So one night you had a heart to heart with him. And you basically told him that you wanted him to come home or you couldn’t stay anymore. 

" I love you Luke you know that right and I am always so greatful you gave up riding out there for me but I need you to actually be here with me not just a empty shell" You cried to him on the pinic table outside.

It was where it seemed like all of your biggest heart to hearts happened with him. At night under the glow of the string lights.

"I know I promise I'm working on something you know me I got you" Was all he said as he held you in his arms as he always did.

Even he knew it was time for him to come out of the cage and be free. 

The adjustment period for him was hard. He wasn’t used to sitting at home and not really doing anything.

But you were happy to have him home. It was the happiest you had been in a while. 

After a couple of months you thought he would be more settled but he wasn’t.

Now you know what they meant by the honeymoon phase.

In the beginning he struggled to find his place. He would be out for long nights on his bike. God knows where he would just ride he would tell you.

Then he meant and worked with this guy named Robin. You thought it would be good for him to have some kind of purpose.

He got to work with cars and make some money of his own again. But then after a couple of months things changed. 

He became more and more paranoid. He kept looking over his shoulder like he was afraid someone was watching him. You tried asking him about it but he always seemed to brush you off. 

You didn’t want to push him to much because you were afraid of scaring him off. You didn’t want him to just run off again. 

Every single time things got hard and he ran off to his bike a piece of you broke

. You would stay up until he got home just to make sure he was alive. The he would come home and just pretend like nothing ever happened. 

You thought him working with Robin would change him for the better but that didn’t pan out.

You did reach out to him to see what was going on with Luke. But he just brushed you off saying it was work and you had nothing to worry about.

Maybe that was true you hoped. That he was just someone who was meant to be out there.

Someone who didn’t live like you did. But when you would stay up waiting for him you would see watch the news. 

The police was looking for two masked robbers who was robbing banks and getting off on motorcycles. You just had a bad gut feeling about it. It was like deep down you knew but you just didn’t want to admit it. 

You knew he had his stuff but this ? This all just seemed like a little much even for him 

One day you had come home a little early from work and he was standing in the room. 

He was hiding something away behind the boards in the wall. His back was covering it so you couldn’t see what it was but your suspicions had been confirmed. Your heart just broke because wasn’t just risking his future but yours together 

You walked over to him and he was to busy doing what ever he was doing to even notice you were there. 

“Hey what the hell is going on” You asked. 

He nearly jumped out of his skin and when he turned around his face was ghost white. He had a bag of money that he was hiding. 

“Where did you get this” You yelled to him. 

“Just working okay i sold a car” He said nonchalantly 

“Stop lying to me what is going on really�� You pleaded with him. 

He just looked at you with a sad look on his face. He looked at you like he wasn’t sure his next steps were going to be. So you decided that you needed to take them. 

“I saw it on the news you know about the bank robbers the ones who left on motorcycles” you said 

He didn’t say anything he didn’t have to the look on his face gave everything away. You didn’t know what to say or what to do. He was just standing there reading the look on your face as he was trying to figure out what you were going to do or say. 

“I’m not going to apologize I did what I had to do” He said 

“What the hell does that mean” You asked in a defensive manner” You said 

“We need the money I did this for you for us for our future” He said 

“By stealing by hurting people by breaking the law I didn’t ask for this we would have found a way we were going to be okay” You said. You could feel the anger and the tears falling down your face. 

“Listen i know your in school and I know your working your hardest out there i really know you are but you have to realize how much we needed this and how much we were struggling” he said. 

“You know I would do anything for you and no one got hurt I made sure of that this, this is going to make everything we wanted come true for us we can pack up and go wherever we want we can start over and start a new life together” He said , he was basically pleading with you. 

You didn’t even know what to say or what you should say. So you just turned around and ran outside. There was a little picnic table to the side of the house. You ran over to it and sat down on top of it.

Your head was spinning and you couldn’t seem to catch your breath. 

Were you overthinking this ? I mean he didn’t kill anyone, no one got hurt and he did this to help. But on the other hand this wasn’t anything new it was just one more thing added to the already growing list. 

He was always reckless he always just did what ever he wanted and he never thought about anything else after that. What if he got caught ? What if he went to Jail ? Or worse you couldn’t even think about that. 

It was just one thing after another and everything felt like it was just becoming to much. You were so in your head you didn’t even notice he had walked outside and over to you. 

“Hey I’m sorry okay I only did this for us because I wanted us to have a chance together you know, give you everything you ever wanted” He said. 

You looked up at him and he was upset you could see it all over his face. You struggled to find the right words. 

“ I can’t you know it’s always one big thing after another you just do what you want and then think about it after I can’t keep worrying about you I can’t loose you” You said .

He sat down next to you and he pulled you into his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and placed his head on top of yours. You could hear his heart beating and he always made you feel safe when he held you like this. 

“I’m sorry okay I am I promise from here on out things change I got enough saved for you to finish school and we leave we go where ever you want I just wanna be with you that’s all I want” He said. 

“How can I believe that you won’t just go out and do it again? How can I trust that you're going to settle down” You said. 

“I know it’s hard to believe now but trust me I love you I’ll do anything to prove it” He said. 

“Okay , I love you” Was all you were able to say. 

You didn’t know he was telling the truth or just saying what you wanted to hear. You knew that normal relationships weren’t like this. There weren't so many ups and downs. Communication was always open. 

But you truly did love him. Through the bad, the good and everything between. There wasn't anyone else you could picture yourself with. 

You could just imagine the new beginning with him being able to settle down and work the job you love and come home to the man you love.

But there was also a small part of you that wondered if it was ever a possibility. 

Would he really change or would it all come crashing down like it always had? I guess one more ride wouldn’t hurt for him. It was worth

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Come back to me Baby

Paring: Fem Reader x Eddie Munson

Based on this request!

TW: Drugs, Needles, Mentions of Depression, Suicidal Tendencies/Trying to Unalive, Cursing, Drinking, Very heavy topics. Minors DNI. Please, Please, Please take these seriously. Mental health first Babes. ❤️🖤❤️

Summary: You’re dealing with a lot of depression and you don’t want to burden your friends or your boyfriend with it. Eddie has some things that could help you, but he doesn’t want you to use any of it. One day you just get too tired to keep going and you try it anyways.

This gave me serious Violet and Tate vibes so that’s why I used that gif.

Brrrr…brrrrr…brrrrr…brrr

Your phone kept ringing but it wasn’t enough to make you get out of bed. Someone would get it downstairs probably, but you didn’t really care. Currently you were spiraling because getting out of bed seemed impossible but you needed to get in the shower 15 minutes ago to get ready for a date. The bed was just so god dang warm and hiding under the covers kept you bolted in place. Tears swelled in your eyes as the feeling of failure washed over you when you realized there was no way you could shower and be ready in time now.

“Honey! Eddie is on his way!”

Your mom called up, it was probably him who called the house. He always called before he came to get you, it was really sweet. You didn’t want him to worry about you, and it was too late to cancel and take another depression nap so you got out of bed, took a body shower and got ready. The hair definitely had to be up because it looked like garbage. Giant sweatshirt for comfort and a pair of flare jeans. You actually looked pretty cute but what the mirror showed you made you want to vomit. The bed called to you, begging you to come back, but you couldn’t. You stared at yourself in the mirror and forced a smile until it looked natural. You had to fake it.

The sound of Eddie cheesing it up with your family downstairs pulled you from your fog and the smile was placed perfectly as you headed downstairs. Eddie lot up and wrapped you up in a hug. You smelled the cologne he used to cover up the stench of weed. He must have made some deals today.

“Hellloooooooo?”

You came back from disassociating to Eddie waving his hand in your face.

“Hmm?”

“You okay?”

“Mmhm. Just tired.”

You flashed a smile and his eyes seemed to linger for a doubtful moment but he shrugged and headed out to his van with you behind him.

Things went on like that for a few months. He’d pick up that you were somewhere else mentally here and there but life was just hiding how alone you truly felt. Slowly, you stopped going out as much, you started sleeping more and more; but you gave good reasons and no one really noticed. But today was different. Waking up felt like a curse, you begged whatever power was in the sky to let you fall back asleep forever. Breakfast was full of small arguments with your family so you decided to go for a walk, where you got yelled at by cyclists for hogging the path. Everything was piling up all day and you just wanted an escape.

Evening came and you found yourself at Eddie’s trailer. The key he gave you burned a hole in your pocket, Wayne and Eddie were gone..but you were there for something Eddie wouldn’t be happy about. Taking a deep breath you walked in and found Eddie’s special stash. There wasn’t much in it, he must have taken some for a drug run tonight. The pot was close but something else caught your eye. The pills. You didn’t know what pill did what, but you didn’t care. There was no doubt in your mind if you took a handful it would fix your problems permanently.

“One little princess dancing all alone. Where the darkness takes her, no one really knows. Falling so fast and falling all alone. One little princess can’t find her home…”

A soft hum left your lips as you prepared. Part of you wanted to write a note, but that felt cliché. Walking around Eddie’s room there was a pang of guilt. He would be so upset when you were gone, but he was strong. You took the guitar pick necklace he gave you for your birthday and set it on his bed. That was a note enough. Heading to the bathroom, you figured the floor of the shower would be the easiest clean up for Wayne when he found your body.

“Baby don’t ever touch this stuff. I’m sorry, it’s really good money but I don’t want you ever getting involved in it.”

Eddie’s warning replayed in the back of your mind. The first time you found the harder drugs. Before you became what you are now. Before…depression, anxiety, rage and everything. Hot tears flowed down your face as you forced the pills down your throat.

A moment. It was one pure moment of unadulterated bliss. Good God you wanted to live in that moment forever. Becoming and addict made a lot of sense to you now. As fast as the moment came, it left and then came the dread. The pain, and the feeling of rot settling into your soul. You screamed out but it was muted by the vomit trying to leave your body. You kept it in, knowing If you puked it would ruin your plan. Every muscle in your body began to seize. Your vision went black but the last thing you felt was a pair of arms wrap around you.

Cold water rocked your body as a haze settled over your brain. There was a muffled yelling noise, you couldn’t quite make it out yet. The feeling of fingers being shoved down your throat forced your stomach to churn. You tried to wiggle out of it but the pills came back up and washed down the drain with the rest of the contents of your stomach.

“Come on baby, one more. I need you to stay with me, you can’t leave me. Not like this. I need you, please come back to me.”

Eddie. He was saving your life. Regret and dread filled your soul as you allowed him to make you throw up one more time. There were soft sobs in the air, and until you took a deep breath; you didn’t realize it was you crying. The shower was drenching the both of you but Eddie was holding you close.

“I’m here. I’m right here. It’s gonna be okay. I’m right here.”

He rocked you like that for a while. Eventually, he turned the shower off and picked you up; taking you to his room. You were in and out of sleep as he got you out of the wet clothes and put you into some of his dry ones.

“I’m sorry.”

You whispered as he laid next to you in his bed. Eddie pulled you closed and kissed your forehead.

“We don’t have to talk about it right now. Just stay with me tonight.”

You could tell he was distraught but there was no energy left in you to comfort him. Sleep took you while his soft tears could be heard fading away in the background.

The next morning, well more like mid afternoon, you woke to soft guitar strumming. The movement of you waking halted Eddie’s playing and he was by your side immediately.

“Hey Y/N. How ya feeling babe?”

A soft groan made him smile softly and the memories of last night flooded your brain. Pulling the sheets over your head you apologized.

“I’m so so so sorry Eddie. I didn’t know what I was doing. I shouldn’t have put you-“

Eddie cut you off by pulling down the sheets and kissing you.

“Stop. I’m glad I was there to help you. You need to lean on me. I’m not going anywhere. You have to talk to me baby. I know you’re not doing well. I want to help. I love you, please don’t shut me out.”

Fresh tears sprung from your swollen eyes. You didn’t deserve this man.

“I…it’s just so hard. It’s so hard. I don’t want to be a burden!! You’re doing so well and I don’t want to bring you down.”

“You are never a burden to me. You will never be a burden to me. I will tell you that every god damn day if I have to. Y/N you were with me at my lowest, during the whole Chrissy thing and you stayed with me in the hospital when I was dying. You didn’t give up on me. You saved my life, you brought me back. Let me try to be there for you.”

You threw yourself into his arms as much as you could in the bed. Now the pair of you were crying but it felt a little less heavy for you. The weight of the world got a little lighter.

“I’ll try. It…it won’t be easy for me.”

“I just want you to try. That’s all I can ask you to do.”

He smiled softly.

“Okay.”

He spent the whole day making you laugh, smile and feel safe. You weren’t close to being cured, but you had taken a big step in recovery. Eddie was going to help you through this. You weren’t alone, and that was all that mattered right now.

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The end! Thanks for your patience!!

As always, constructive and nicely worded criticism is welcome!! I hope y’all liked it!!

[thegirlfromhawkins]

Eddie Falling For You

New theme anyone?? Cause I already did it 👀 Also this is super fucking fluffy and I am in love with it. I really woke up this morning and thought “I’m in love with Eddie”.

this is gender neutral

• When Eddie first met you he had no idea just how important you’d become in his life

• He had butterflies right away (or bats as he likes to call them because more metal ya know?)

• At first, he thought it was just because of the nasty school lunch he’d munched on from Dustin's tray earlier that day

• It wasn’t until others around him started mentioning how much he was off in his own world

• Putting together what he was thinking about wasn’t difficult when taking notice of how his attention always goes to you when you walk into a room

• Of course, he was teased by the whole group of Hellfire and he’d try to brush it off acting like he didn’t like you that much

• Boy when he finally got the courage to talk to you his heart was racing so fast

• His words got all mixed up making you laugh at how cute he was all flustered

• Your smile and laughter made his nerves go down a little as it was the sweetest thing he’d heard

• Sure he was embarrassed but seeing your beautiful smile made him forget about how skittish he was

• Through Eddie’s nervous talking he eventually asked you if you would like to go out together sometime

• (here’s the part where you say yes)

• Totally played it cool when you accepted but when he was by himself he’d be in shock that someone as sweet as you wanted to go out with him

• If you think he was thinking about you a lot before then he’s thinking a hell of a lot more about you now

• The plan was for a movie night at his trailer

• Scenarios of how he wanted the night to go played through his mind on repeat and he even asked for advice from others

• His uncle was the most helpful in calming his nerves

• He’d never seen Eddie so worried about what someone was going to think of him and he reminded him that he’s a good kid and there was nothing to worry about

• When the big night came Eddie was thinking about it all-day

• He even cleaned up the trailer to his best ability

• (Later that week when Hellfire came over they were shocked that he was going out of his way to do all of this and thought you must be a pretty amazing person)

• Once you arrived and started talking with each other it was like you were long-lost friends

• There was no discomfort in each other's presence and the conversation flowed perfectly

• Even when there was silence while you were watching a movie and eating pizza everything felt right

• From that night on Eddie called you every night and you hung out more and more until he officially asked you to be his

• (here’s the part where you say yes again)

• The relationship was nothing like he could have dreamed of

• He loved the way you’d talk about your interests, the little quirks he’d discover about you, and the way you genuinely showed care towards him

• It was obvious that he was falling for you

• Like hard

• Every day he’d look forward to seeing you or hearing your voice

• When you took interest in what he loved too his heart felt so whole

• He hadn’t ever felt someone care about him and his opinions so much

• It made him all nervous again

• A good nervous though, the exciting and scary nervous of a new feeling

• When he fell for you all the way it was when he introduced you to his uncle

• He loved how you and Wayne were getting along

• He had no doubt that you would but seeing the two people he felt were most important to him together just clicked something in him

• When he returned to the trailer after taking you home for the night he talked with Wayne about you

• Wayne could tell that Eddie was smitten with you and you were just the same

• It made him happy to see his nephew find someone that cared for him as he deserved

• When Eddie thought about the talk with his uncle that night he realized what that click in him was

• He loves you

[navnae]

Ok I was listening to Need To Know by doja cat and I had this concept for the lyrics “I don't play with my pen, I mean what I write”, this is what I imagined:

Eddie is always accepting of opinions that concerned his music and his writing. He was always looking forward to ways that would make him improve. For awhile Eddie asked the party about what they thought of a few songs he’s written and the feedback came back positive, he was especially shocked when Steve chimed in with a ‘I like it’ just by reading Eddie’s lyrics. From then on Steve’s opinion really mattered to Eddie since it wasn’t really his type of music but he still found himself enjoying it.

This time Eddie made a big jump with his writing and he wrote a song that was kind of intimate while slightly being intimate. It wasn’t about anyone in particular it was just something his brain came up with. That didn’t mean there wasn’t in truth in his writing though, no matter who ended up with he was going to make sure that he gave them the world. He hoped that message would be received by Steve when he would stop by the trailer.

Later on in the day Steve came over and they hung out like usual. Talking about all the things that’s happened in Hawkins for the past few weeks eventually they lost track of time. Eddie didn’t realize how much time had past until he glanced towards the window and he saw that it was pitch black. That reminded him the whole point of Steve stopping by was to get his input on the new lyrics he’s written.

“Oh! I completely forgot that I was supposed to show you some new lyrics I wrote, wanna see?” Eddie asked as he sat up on the couch.

“Sure.” Steve responded. Eddie smiled before he got up and walked into his room. After a few minutes of rummaging through his stuff that was inside his drawers he finally found the piece of paper that had his writing on it and of course it had all kinds of folds in it because it was impossible for Eddie to keep things organized. He mentally scolded himself then quickly went back into the living room where Steve sat patiently on the couch.

“Okay before you critique anything be mindful that this is the first time I’ve written something like this and it’s pretty different from what you’ve read in the past. So don’t be too harsh about it.” Eddie warned. He knew Steve wasn’t going to be shitty about his writing even if he did believe that it sucked but just in case Eddie needed to put that out there.

“Munson you’re an amazing writer man. I’m pretty sure this isn’t going to change that.” Steve waved the sheet of paper in his hand as he laughed lightly. Eddie laughed alongside him and he felt a little bit relieved to hear that Steve thought that highly of his writing. He’ll never know that Eddie genuinely appreciated his opinions on a lot of things because it was rare for Steve to speak his mind let alone being brutally honest too.

Eddie watched Steve scan over the sheet and at first he felt proud because the smile on Steve’s face got wider. Until halfway through reading he smoke faded and nothing but shock was on his face. Eddie was ready to hear what he needed to work on and how he probably shouldn’t write anything like that again. Steve took his time reading every single word thinking that he was reading it wrong but he wasn’t, everything on the paper he read correctly. He couldn’t believe that Eddie wrote something so beautiful yet so erotic at the same time. Steve tried not get flustered from what was being said the further down he went on the paper. Eddie noticed that every second Steve’s face started to get red and he could’ve sworn that he heard a faint gasp come from him then again Eddie was problem imagining things. When Steve finished reading the paper his mind was thinking thoughts that he never would’ve imagined he would half and all of them consisted of Eddie. Steve’s had his fair share of listening to songs that were about the devils tango and they never made him feel the way Eddie’s lyrics made him feel, it felt like Eddie was talking to him. Eddie assumed that Steve didn’t like it because he sat there quietly with his face getting redder every minute.

“Is it that bad?” Eddie asked. He jumped when Steve turned to face him in a quick manner almost breaking his neck in the process

“No no not in the slightest. I think I might love this actually.” Steve admitted his cheeks were a light pink shade the more he thought about what he just read. Eddie definitely was taken aback by Steve’s honesty.

“Really? You don’t think it’s too much or anything.” Eddie still couldn’t believe that Steve said he ‘loved’ this new piece when in reality Eddie was in the verge of throwing it out all together.

“It’s perfect. I’m just a little shocked by how detailed and passionate it is. If you don’t mind me asking is this about someone that you’re interested in?” Steve let the words come out of his mouth without even thinking about how invasive he was being. He didn’t know why he cared if Eddie was talking about someone specifically. Steve covered his face with his hands feeling all his embarrassment rushing through him. “I’m sorry it’s none of my businesses, I shouldn’t have asked.”

“It’s alright Harrington I don’t mind. To be completely honest with you it’s not about anyone. I simply made it up.” Eddie shrugged. It became second nature to him to create a storyline that wasn’t necessarily true but it got the job done to express how he feels. Steve nodded his head as he took in that information. A part of him was kind of glad that Eddie wasn’t talking about anybody making him feel at ease.

“To say that you didn’t write this with anyone in mind is already impressive and the fact that you made it sound hot too is just…” Steve trailed off. Eddie perked up on the couch now he was really intrigued by what Steve thought about his lyrics and if he was holding back something he wasn’t telling him.

“Hold on. You thought it was hot?” Eddie asked. Steve blushed instantly and started rubbing the back of his neck. Eddie hid his smirk underneath his hand as he raised his hand over his mouth. Steve couldn’t keep his composure for long before he became a blushing mess.

“I mean yeah but not in a weird way. The way you set the scene was very intimate and when I visualized it in my head the image ended up being…hot.” Steve mumbled. Eddie leaned back on the couch and licked his lips before smiling. Steve blinked rapidly at the sight of Eddie slightly opening his legs as he relaxed into the couch. He avoided looking at Eddie and his eyes landed on his lap. “B-but I mean you said it was made up so all of that was just talk, nothing to take to seriously.”

“For some people maybe but even though I made it up that doesn’t there isn’t any truth in it.” Eddie made sure to lower his voice a little as he spoke and that got an amazing reaction out of Steve.

“What do you mean?” Steve managed to say without stuttering. Whatever Eddie was implying made his entire body burn up.

“What I mean is I don’t lie about the things I write, Harrington.” Eddie put emphasis on Steve’s name. Steve shivered at the way his name rolled off of Eddie’s tongue. If this conversation continued anymore Steve was going to question himself the whole night.

“O-of course. I wasn’t saying you were I was just -“

“Jesus man I’m just fucking with you.” Eddie started laughing at the look on Steve’s face that was in complete shock. Steve relaxed a little and he started to laugh too. For a split second Steve kind of wanted Eddie to go into detail about which part of his writing was he telling the truth because some of it wouldn’t even be allowed on the radio.

“Well,” Eddie started. “Kinda.”

He left the conversation at that and they sat in silence. Steve’s heart started beating out of his chest as Eddie’s words replayed in his head and still didn’t know what any of it meant. Eddie on the other hand thought about what other ideas could he put into his lyrics to make Steve get this flustered.

[soosoosoup]

Before Trolls 3 first announced and before I saw a trailer of it, before we knew, before we knew about TBT, let’s say go back into 2016-2020, before we knew that that Branch has four brothers.

Have you ever thought about Branch’s parents? We know he had grandma but because of what happened. It seems like he doesn’t have any family members other than Grandma, I never really thought about his family, I just assumed that they died, was eaten by Bergens.

What was your reaction when you first heard about Trolls 3/TBT?

What was your first reaction about Branch having brothers?

Did you see the trailer?

If so, what did you think about it?

What was your reaction about the truth behind the Bunker?

I was so shocked about it. I loved Branch even more!

I forgot about Trolls for years, until Trolls 3 trailer showed up on YouTube, I was like “what the?” So I watched it, I immediately realized that it was Branch when he was a toddler, but who was those four guys? So I went and find out he had four brothers, I was like, “WHAAAAAT?!”

I never thought of how they survived Bergens especially Chef until recently. I had so many questions. I found out that a few months before its first release. I got my questions answered well except…

Where have Floyd been? (not captured by twins because it was only two months)

How did Bros survived the Bergens especially that crazy Chef?!

I didn’t expect them to make Trolls 3 which was something. 😅

I noticed that their parents weren’t there, and I was sad to see Grandma when I was first watching because we know why and again how heck did they survive?! In fact I was disappointed with Floyd, I was like, are you okay?! Family should be first but yeah. (I know it wouldn’t make sense to Trolls)

I was mad with Peppy for ‘No Trolls left behind!” But of course I can tell he was heartbroken, I’m not of if anyone did ask him about Viva, only asked about Poppy. I know Viva have not existed yet back then.

My past self wouldn’t believe me if I told her about Branch having a big Brothers. My past self would ask “if Branch has older brothers then where did they go? Why did they left him like that? What about Bergens? (I’m not sure if the tunnels were still just started working on or not yet, most likely not started yet)

Now, the most important question:

what’s your reaction when you first saw Poppy kissed Branch on his lips? I would scream happily but them but can’t because I was in the theater. :’D

What do you think Trolls 4 will be about?

It would be interesting if Viva and Poppy’s mother was villain but who knows. Do you hope there will have main male villain? We had main female villains but no main male villain. (I know we had Creek and Vaneer but well we know what happened in the end of movie.) Hopefully we will learn about their mother. I think next movie will be focused on Poppy’a but who knows?

Time for my confession... I hadn't watched trolls until late last year, around the time tbt came out. Which funnily enough wasn't what got me interested in trolls.

Actually joined bc of a post on how good World tour was with 'It's All About Love (History of Funk)' attached. Boy was I blown away with the music and art direction that I had to give it a try!!

So I had the experience of knowing Branch supposedly had brothers. So no surprise for me :( lol. Luckily however it didn't effect how I viewed branch in the first two movies :). Branch's family never really crossed my mind much, I just accepted that it was only him and his Grandma.

It was very interesting to see how characters and story details were recontextualized with every movie addition. Peppy is unfortunately a casualty needed if they wanted to add some things (viva, the putt putts, other genres). Like the concept of some pop trolls sneaking out of bergen town, which I assumed brozone did. My favorite bit however was how the bunker was recontextualized, put so much more sentiment into it!!

Must admit, while I loved brozone's addition I did not think highly of them personality wise (as in I saw there many flaws and loved em for it). Seeing how much branch and all of pop trolls had gone through with the knowledge that they were out there living their lives had me very aware that they sucked at being brothers lol.

Love the broppy moment!! Was done perfectly in my opinion <3, I was watching on my phone, waaaaayy late at night, so I gave the quietest of yays :D

[munsonsmixtapes]

Okay but a vanless eddie walks across hawkins to cuddle his best girl while she recovers from a leg injury.

Basically, she can't come to him, but he'll be damned if he's kept from her.

Toootally not because my busted leg is taking too long to heal and i am frustrated.

Hey! Thanks so much for the request! So sorry to hear about your leg and I wish you a speedy recovery!

Word count: 1,725

Eddie x fem!reader

CW: none!

Eddie stood in front of his van, trying his hardest to make the damn thing work, but after hours and hours of trying to fix it, he decided to throw in the towel. He slammed the hood closed and turned to face his trailer, throwing his wrench to the side and running his hands over his face in frustration, causing the soot from under the hood to get all over it.

He just wanted to see you and now he was without a vehicle. He was sure that he could ask Steve for a ride but there was no way he was going to do that. First of all, he hated being in the passenger seat, and he also hated how Steve drove. He was too careful and Eddie liked to drive fast.

Eddie couldn’t help how anxious he was to see you. He had gotten the call that you had broken your leg and needed to be there with you. He needed to give you cuddles and all the kisses you wanted because you deserved them.

So, Eddie did the only thing he could think of. He walked. He took the teddy bear he had gotten for you and he walked all the way across town to get to you.

He was tired and he wasn’t wearing the right shoes and it was hot in the direct sunlight, but he didn’t care. All that mattered to him was seeing your bright smile when he showed up at your door.

Eddie wiped the sweat off of his forehead as he got to Family Video, trying not to look like a mess when he stepped inside. The hadn’t realized how hot it was until he stepped into the nice air conditioned building.

Steve was at the counter, sorting through some VHS tapes while Robin was on the phone with a customer. The place was pretty empty for a Friday and Eddie was grateful he wouldn’t have to wait in line after he got what he needed.

He headed towards the romantic comedy section, looking for your favorite one. He didn’t care what people thought, he liked watching the genre with you. The whole idea of watching people’s love stories always warmed his heart. Maybe it was because he was happy with you. So happy that he didn’t mind walking across town just to see you.

He grabbed the movie and a few of your favorite snacks along with a bottle of water for himself. He put everything on the counter, clutching the bear to his chest so he wouldn’t lose it and watched Steve ring him up. Steve eyed the bear and Eddie didn’t miss the look he gave. It wasn’t quite judgmental, but he was definitely suspicious.

“Who’s your friend,” Steve asked as he scanned the items, an amused smirk on his face.

“It’s for y/n,” Eddie told him, clutching the bear tighter to his chest.

“Right,” Steve nodded, putting the items into a paper bag. Steve had always been rooting for you and Eddie to get together and he’d have been lying if he said he didn’t play a little part in your getting together. “I saw her yesterday. She’s doing really good. She misses you, though.”

Eddie tried his best to fight off the smile on his face. He loved hearing those kinds of things, especially when they came from your own mouth. The words sounding so pretty when they fell from your lips.

“She does?” He bit his lip to hold back a a stupid smile.

“Of course she does,” Steve gave Eddie a pointed look. “You’re her boyfriend.”

“That’s right,” Eddie replied, holding his head high. Eddie wasn’t proud about most things but being your boyfriend was definitely one of them. He’d tell anyone who was listen, especially after a few drinks.

Steve told Eddie his total and he threw some crumpled up bills onto the counter that were put in the register. Steve eyed the metal head and couldn’t help but notice now sweaty and out of breath he was.

“Why are you all sweaty?” He tried his best to not sound judgmental since he genuinely cared.

“My car broke down.” Steve couldn’t believe Eddie had walked all the way to Family Video and had every intention of walking to your house. That had to be miles.

“Ah, so that explains the soot on your face.”

Eddie took the bottom of his shirt and rubbed it on his face to wipe away the soot. He couldn’t see you looking like that.

“You’re good,” Steve told him, holding his thumb up.

Eddie took his things and exited the store, just ready to finally get to you. He was hot and uncomfortable since the sweat was making his clothes stick to him, but that was the least of his worries.

You looked around your bedroom at all of the get well soon cards and other gifts that had been given to you when you had broken your leg and maybe too many had been from your boyfriend. He had been there for you every step of the way. He had even driven you home from the hospital and carried you up the stairs to your room.

You felt so lucky to have someone like him. Someone who was so sweet and cared for you in a way that no one ever had before. He’d bring you flowers and your favorite takeout after a long day and you’d eat it together, nothing but smiles as you talked about your days.

He’d drive you anywhere you asked him to despite the fact that you had your bike, which had been the whole reason why your leg was broken. You had fallen off it while trying to get Eddie’s and thankfully someone had seen you on the side of the road and had called an ambulance. You were grateful that it hadn’t been more serious.

Your bedroom door had burst open and there was Eddie, all sweaty, clutching a teddy bear to his chest with one hand and holding a brown paper bag in the other. He dropped both things to the floor and threw himself onto your bed, making sure not to hurt you.

He grabbed onto you, burying his face into your neck, pressing soft kisses to it. His arms snaked around your waist, pulling you even closer to you. One of your hands ran through his hair and the other went to his back, rubbing circles along it.

“I missed you,” he mumbled into your neck, giving it one more kiss before pulling back to look at you. You always somehow got prettier every time he saw you and he almost thought it was unfair. He didn’t care if you had just woken up or if you had been wearing a full face of makeup, he still thought you were the prettiest girl in Hawkins.

“I missed you too,” you replied, your hand still messing with his hair. “Missed your cuddles.”

“Well, what do you think I’m here for?” He laid next to you, pulling you into his arms, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Well, you took long enough,” you rolled your eyes, your words having no actually heat. “You called me at almost noon and it’s now,” you paused, looking at the digital clock on the desk next to you. “Almost four.”

“Sorry, honey,” he looked up at you. “My van broke down so I walked.” Your eyes widened at his words and he knew exactly what you were going to say. You were always worrying too much about him.

“You walked here?” You sat up a little more, Eddie not moving as you did so. “Eddie that’s at least five miles.” He thought it was cute that you were concerned. He was fine but he wasn’t opposed to letting you baby him. He loved when you took care of him.

“So?” He needed the exercise and wanted to see you. He was just killing two birds with one stone.

“First of all, you’re not wearing the correct clothing or the right shoes. And you should have at least put your hair up.”

“I love when you worry about me.” He pressed his lips to yours in a lingering kiss. He was hoping that it would make you forget about being mad at him. It always did when you were having your little arguments like this.

“At least take your jacket off,” you told him and you didn’t miss the smirk forming on his lips. “You have to be burning up.”

“Oh, trying to undress me, hm?” He wiggled his eyebrows and you pushed him off you. He took off his jacket like you asked but did it slowly to catch your eye.

You couldn’t help but be hypnotized by watching him, your eyes moving to his shirt. He had cut the sleeves off it so it showed off his arms. You admired them, the tattoos and the muscles that he had been a product of him getting a job at the mechanic.

As soon as his jacket was off, it was thrown to the side and he pressed his lips to yours, longer this time. Just as you were getting into it, he pulled away and pulled you right back into his arms, smothering your face in soft kisses. You let out a bunch of giggles and that was music to his ears. His favorite sound in the whole world.

“Eds,” you managed to get out through your giggles.

“Yes, honey?” That name always made you melt. The way it just rolled off his tongue Ike it was second nature. He favored that nickname over your actual one and you loved it. Eating up the term of endearment every time he said.

“Please.” More giggles escaped you and you could feel hiccups coming on so you had to put the fun to a halt.

“Sorry. Just love to hear your laugh, sweetheart. You’ve been so sad and I’m just trying to cheer you up.” He had seen how not yourself you had been since you had gotten your cast on and he just wanted to do whatever he could to make you feel better.

“Then do something that won’t give the hiccups.”

“Oh, I can think of a few things,” he smirked and dove in for another kiss.

[canonizzyhours]

Similarly to one of the previous takes on here…

I wasn’t in fandom spaces between s1 and s2 so I wasn’t exposed to the Canyon takes at the time. Once the teaser and then the trailer dropped I was really excited. On the first day episodes 1-3 dropped, before I could even watch the episodes , I got spoiled that Ed was ‘’really unlikable this season’’.

It was gutting to read because he’s my absolute favorite and it put me on edge as I was scared watching the show would change my view on him. To hopefully help calm down the anxiety that comment brought on, I went looking for other comments. Maybe this was just one bad take, right? Wrong move, what was I thinking? So many negative comments about Ed! Takes after takes of how Ed was an abuser to Izzy, how he had gone way too far so they simply couldn’t root for him anymore and was now unredeemable in their eyes.

How could the writers make him this unlikable as a protagonist in a romantic comedy show?

It took me until the day before episodes 4-5 came out to to rip the bandage off and watch the episodes to see for myself what I thought and I was actually surprised at how much I disagreed with those people. I thought Ed dragging the crew down with him was not great (couldn’t care less about Izzy though, in my eyes he deserved it after season 1), but I could absolutely see the vulnerability and the deep depression that was plaguing him. It was such a nuanced performance that I empathized with him so much. Unlikable or unredeemable was far from words I would use for him.

It made me wonder if something was wrong with me because I didn’t feel the same as so many of the takes I’d seen. Was I missing something? And then after that, when I tried participating in conversations and express how I was feeling about Ed’s but also mostly Izzy’s storylines, I was often met with a lot of pushbacks and people being super defensive and demanding me to explain myself as if I owed them anything and it was sooo draining. I hate using the word gaslighting but some of the things those people do by basically establishing an alternate version of this show and bullying people who don’t play along, is truly something else. I think it’s then that I realize I was dealing with people that couldn’t handle opposing Povs, and I was over it. I ended up blocking Izzy’s tag and blocking users on every social media platforms because I just couldn’t deal with it anymore. It’s still blocked to this day.

I love season 2, flaws included, but the amount of discourse around Izzy is honestly ridiculous at this point and it really took away from my enjoyment when the show was airing. I wish he wasn’t such a talked about character, he takes too much space for someone who was actually pretty boring in season 2.

Anyways, RIP Izzy… I guess.

#35.

related posts: #31, #29

[honeyquinns]

CLUB HELLFIRE

( prequel )

warnings // death, sickness, alcohol abuse, abuse, cussing, drugs, murder, s1 steve but younger

a/n: hey guys!! so i decided to post every Sunday for this series. i’m not sure how many chapters i want yet. this may become an ongoing series like “seasons” of a show where i’ll do a certain amount of chapters as ‘season 1’ and so on. depending on how much you guys enjoy it, that’s when i can decide. i will also be posting this on wattpad for those that don’t use tumblr. my username there is honeyxquinns and i will be posting there on Sundays as well. i hope you guys enjoy the series and i will continue to post little blurbs in between chapters just for funzies <3 *****for character descriptions of who will mainly be in the series, go to my wattpad*****

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1978

Stacie was laying in her bedroom doing her algebra homework for Mr. Stevie’s class, blasting Judas Priests new album ‘Stained Class’. she was never a huge metalhead but her best friend Eddie introduced her to it. She were always more of a fleetwood mac, Tina Turner type of girl. Her mom used to blast plenty of Prince and Michael Jackson that she also liked to listen to sometimes. Her dad would play bands like black sabbath and mötorhead but it wasn’t until she met Eddie that she got more into metal. it was almost freeing in a way. Just head banging to the beat, jumping around to the rips of the guitar and the heaviness on the drums. it always was a good distraction for her when things would turn bad.

1968, Stacie had just turned 3 two weeks before her mom has given birth to her little brother Charlie, when she died from complications. it was just her, her father Don and her little brother Charlie. Don never took it well but did what he could for his children. Everything went further down hill from there when 2 years later, Charlie has been diagnosed with leukemia. he had been really sick for months and managed to get better but 2 weeks later died. it tore Stacie and Don apart and ruined their relationship. They had to move into hawkins, a quiet small town and couldn’t afford much so moved into a trailer park. Don would drink and become verbally abusive toward Stacie by saying everything was her fault and that he wished it had been her to die instead of her mom and brother. he would get physical by throwing things at her and pushing her into walls. Although Stacie was only 11, she felt as if she could handle anything and was super strong. Eddie always made her feel that way. They met in elementary school during recess. Eddie had been getting picked on my his bully Steve, calling Eddie a ‘freak’ and that he has no mommy or daddy, pushing him around. it really hurt her feelings knowing she knew what that felt like so she went ran over to Steve, pushed him back and punched him right in the eye leaving a bruise. he yelled screaming and running toward a teacher but she didn’t care. “Hi, i’m Stacie” she says helping up the little skinny boy who was slightly taller than her and had short, almost buzzcut like curly hair. “Hey, i’m Eddie” he says smiling but quickly frowns when we realizes his lip stings from a cut caused by Steve. “hey it’s not so bad.” she says pointing at his lip. “nothing a little baby wipe can’t help” they both laugh. “thank you for helping me but you really didn’t have to. Steve always pushes me around, he’s just an ass and only does it because of his friends” Eddie says shrugging “did you just move here or something? i’ve never seen you around before” she looked up at him, his big brown eyes being curious “yeah, i used to live in the town 30 miles from here but me and my dad recently came here” she looks down, a little sad but not wanting Eddie to know why they had to move there. “oh! well cool because i don’t really have any friends and considering you beat the shit out of Steve for me, i think this is the start of a very good friendship” they both smile at each other and laugh. “i would love to be your friend..hey! do you like lord of the rings?” she said happily, “what!? of course i love lord of the rings. i’ve read the book 5 times!” his eyes widen with excitement. “i’ve never met any girl who’s into fantasy! do you like dungeons and dragons too?” he starts getting even more happy that he’s finally found someone who’s interested in the same things he is “well no-“ Stacie says “i’ve heard of it but i don’t really know how to play. it seems hard” Eddie stands up straight, like a knight and puts his hand on his chest “no worries Princess Stacie, i can teach you all ways of the game! i’ve always wanted to create my own club. maybe you can be part of it..” he trails off a bit “although, it’s meant to be played with more people but i think we can manage. just use our imagination” she smiles at that, she never thought she could make a friend so easily let alone have them willing to hang out with her so quick.

“i would love that!” she says. “sick! you can come over to my house! my uncle wouldn’t mind and he makes the best roast beef sandwiches” Stacie’s smile drops. she’s never been to anyones house before and lately her dad has been very mean so she wasn’t sure if he’d let her. “well i don’t know. my dad hasn’t really been in a good mood lately and i’m kind of scared to ask.” Eddie looks at you sadly but perks up “well what if i come over? where do you live?” “umm i think it’s like san street, san something” she says like a question. “sandustin street?! that’s where i live!” he says excitedly. “i didn’t see you on the bus this morning” he says “my dad drove me, sometimes he does at least” Eddie still being excited says “well how about this? we can take the bus home and meet up later and i’ll teach you the basics about D&D. there’s a small park further down the street and we can just hang there. that way if your dad is looking for you, he can just look out the door” Stacie was hesitant but she couldn’t pass up on a friend, not a friend like Eddie anyhow. for an 8 year old, Stacie didn’t mind ignoring her fathers wishes. she knew it was just because he was an asshole and always drunk so even if he said no, she knew she could sneak away while he slept with a beer in his hand. she thought for a second if she should actually do it but smiled “yeah! i’m sure he wouldn’t mind. okay, i’ll do it!” they both smile at each other “cool!” Eddie says. after that the bell rings and they head back to class. Apparently Eddie really doesn’t pay attention because he had no clue Stacie was even in the same class as him. it could’ve also been because she was pretty quiet and would only talk to the other little girl next to her, Nancy but Eddie was never really the one to pay attention to school things.

back to present ‘78, as Stacie was still finishing up her algebra she heard a knock on her window. She looks up and sees Eddie smiling, walks over to the window and lets him in. “What are you doing here? My dad is not in the mood at all so don’t be loud or he’s gonna kick your dumb ass out again!” he trips coming into the window but catches himself on you bed. “He’s not gonna hear me! i saw him through the kitchen window before i came here, he’s slumped over with 3 beers in his lap. he’ll be out for hours.” Eddie knew about everything. the drinking, the abuse, everything in Stacie’s past and he understood it completely. Eddie lost his mom when he was 4 and his dad went to prison then later died after being shanked and left for dead in his cell. His Uncle Wayne ended up taking him in and while it was hard, Eddie was grateful that he had such an amazing uncle who he actually referred to as his dad. Wayne also in fact knew of Stacie’s situation and would always make sure she’d eat, had clothes, school supplies and more. Wayne didn’t have much but he always did what he could for Eddie and Stacie. A lot of times Stacie wishes that Wayne was her dad and that the nightmare she lived in would just go away. “what are you even doing here anyway? copy my algebra homework yet again?” she said smartly. She knew Eddie was incredibly smart, he just lacked a lot in the homework/test department “no i didn’t come here to copy your algebra homework” Eddie said mocking her tone “i planned on doing that tomorrow morning on the bus. i CAME here because that new movie Halloween releases tonight” he says with eyes super wide. Every month Stacie and Eddie would go to the movies to watch a new release. Last year they went to see The Hobbit and a month ago they went to see The Lord of the Rings. They tried sneaking in to see The House of the Dead but got caught and kicked out. “no way! we tried sneaking in last time and Wayne yelled so much at us, i thought i was gonna lose my hearing” Stacie said. “if we get caught again, you can kiss your freedoms goodbye Munson!“ Eddie rolled his eyes and smacked his lips “no way my dad is gonna find out this time. I have a plan” she looks at his smirking knowing exactly what he’s gonna do and squints her eyes at him “you’re gonna go through my dads stash aren’t you?” he smiles hugely “of course. he’s never noticed before plus i heard this guy Rick is a huge pothead, i’m sure i could bribe him with acres” she rolled her eyes at him “grams dumbass and fine but ONLY a tiny piece. he almost got my head with a remote last time” Eddie frowned, he never liked that she’d make jokes about her abuse but he knew that was just the way to cope with it sometimes so he let it be. “well let’s go! the first showing is at 9!” he goes through her closet, grabbing one of her jackets and throwing it at her. “go out through your window, i’ll meet you there” he quickly but quietly walked out of her room, heading to the living room. He sneakily walks past Don’s snoring body trying not to wake him, grabbing a small box that had nuggets of weed inside, he grabbed 2 nuggets and stuffed him into his pocket. Don moved a bit and Eddie stopped dead in his tracks. He held his breath and closed his eyes, hoping he wouldn’t wake the beast. Once Don adjusted into a new position, Eddie breathed out after nearly turning blue and sped walked quietly into Stacie’s room and crawling out her window.

the two hopped on Eddie’s bike and rode to the local theater, The Hawk. they both walked inside getting their usual snacks, Stacie grabbing fun dip, Eddie grabbing twizzlers and both sharing a very, unnecessary large bowl of popcorn. they both went walking around to find Rick. “where do you think he is?” Stacie says as she fills her cup up with a fountain coke. “probably somewhere getting high” Eddie says trailing off to find another employee “hey, you know where Rick is?” he asks a tall, red headed boy with braces and glasses. “who’s asking?” the boy said. Eddie looked at him enthusiastically “Tell him Eddie Munson has a present for him” he flashes the teen movie clerk a smile and looks back at Stacie, her giving him a blank face knowing they could possibly still get kicked out. “be right back.” the red head boy walked to the back where all the food was and out came Rick. “who’s asking for me?” he looks down and to see a small Eddie. “Who are you?” he looks at the kids up and down confused. “We heard you could get us into some rated R movies for a price” Stacie says as if she wanted to negotiate a deal and Eddie looks at her slightly surprised but matches her energy toward Rick. Usually Eddie makes all the dumb decisions while Stacie was more reasonable so to see her all in with it was surprising to say the least. “You two look like you just finished the 2nd grade, i don’t think you have the payment i’m looking for. How about i get you two some tickets to see ‘The Cats from Outer Space’ that seems more your thing” they both look at him unamused. “first of all, we’re in middle school” Stacie says, her voice monotone. Eddie leans over the counter and points his finger for Rick to come closer and he does “I have 2 big chicken nuggets with your name on it and i’ll trade it for 2 tickets to see Halloween” Rick leans back, contemplating if he should really make a deal with a 12 year old kid. after thinking for what felt like forever, Rick makes a decision “alright fine, i can’t pass up a good deal.” the kids smile happily, giving each other a high five and walk over to the register with Rick. “that’ll be $2.34” eddie pulls out the 2 nuggets wrapped in tissue paper and slides it over to Rick “really kid??-“ he smacks his lips and rolls his eyes “that’s not the way to do. when you get older, find me and i’ll teach you the ways” Eddie rolled his eyes “yeah sure, 2 tickets to see Halloween please” Rick hands them the tickets and they squeal with excitement running quickly into the theater and finding some seats “where should we sit?” they both scan the sections, not many people there but enough to fill a room “let’s go all the way to the back” Stacie says and they make their way toward the back. “i can’t believe he actually let us in. i heard he’s never made a deal with kids before” Eddie said as they sat down getting comfortable. “well that’s definitely a lie. he’s a creep, i’m sure he’s made lots of deals with kids. plus it seems like he wants you to work for him some day” Stacie said laughing at him “oh no way i will and even if i tried, you’d kill me or tell my dad. i won’t even chance it.” The lights turning off and the theater screen getting louder, the kids stopped their conversation and watched the movie. Eddie jumping constantly and hiding behind Stacie and Stacie pushing him to the side or constantly telling him to shut up every time he whispered “he’s behind you!” “don’t go in there!”

after the movie was over, they rode back to their neighborhood and quickly walked down toward their trailers. funny enough, their trailers faced each other from the back so they could communicate through their bedroom windows. “well kid, it was fun while it lasted but i have to get in there and finish the homework you interrupted me doing” Stacie said climbing up her window and opening it up “i saved you from that! Mr Stevie was messed up for the amount of lines and triangles he added on that paper!” Eddie said tossing it bike to the side and climbing up his window as well. they’re both sitting on their beds, leaning over the window seals. “they’re linear equations and it’s not that hard. maybe if you did less on writing song lyrics and practicing guitar rifts and more listening to me when i tutor you, you wouldn’t be flunking with a D minus” Stacie said as she walked away to take off her jacket and get more comfortable in her bed. “someday i’m gonna tour with my band and be a rockstar! selling out all the shows on a world tour and YOU my friend will be right next to me all ‘omg my best friends sooo famous’ ‘back away people! i’m Eddie’s body guard’” he says mocking her voice which causes both of them to laugh “bodyguard!?” she says laughing hysterically “you know better than anyone else i’d be playing the guitar right next to you, if not singing!” Eddie lifts his eyebrow slightly “singing? ok fine but you still have a mean hook on you so i still need your protection. the ladies will be all over me and the guys will be jealous” he said smirking. “whatever Munson. i’m going to sleep! goodnight frodo! love ya!” she said with a big dramatic wave “and a love you, goodnight to you my sam the wise!” he says doing the same dramatic wave. they both shut their window, closing their curtains and falling asleep.

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a/n : hey guys!! i hope you liked it. i loved being able to write Eddie being younger and adding his relationship with Wayne. i thought it was just so cute for him to just refer to Wayne as his dad 🥹 and having Wayne also take in Stacie <3 also reblogs helps a lot so reblog it to your followers 🖤 thank youuuu

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SUMMARY: Billy has a new best friend. Pete has the ear of the nation. Both turn out to come with side benefits. TW: slurs, swearing, heartbreak, sexual refs.

(This draft is still missing a scene of Pete's radio show which I will add in a future update. I've been sitting on this chapter for months, want to get it out.)

"This entire decade…" Pete White declared into his microphone, "…was a mistake."

The trailer didn’t technically have an address so it couldn’t get mail. It wasn’t really a legal residence, just some unclaimed desert land near a disused highway. They had a PO Box at the post office in the nearest town. It provided a bit of legal insulation, since they bought dangerous chemicals, explosives, and bizarre medical equipment from mail order catalogs regularly. Billy felt relieved his mother didn’t know exactly where they lived to prevent any “pop in” visits. Picking up the mail was one of Pete's few chores; the PO box was way too high for Billy to open.

They informally divided their household labor without ever discussing it. Billy did most of the food shopping since White regularly forgot to eat if he wasn’t reminded. It meant most of their meals came from the bottom three shelves of the supermarket but Billy also bought produce from fruit vendors on sidewalks or brought restaurant leftovers from his dishwashing job. Pete’s tasks were driving the scooter and getting the mail; that was sort of the upper limit of responsibility he could be trusted with.

Pete didn’t even take off his crash helmet and goggles before entering the post office. This was a strictly get-in/get-the-stuff/get-out operation. Then he could go home to be with his records and his game consoles and his TV and not have to deal with sunlight or people.

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PETE the WHITE HAS A POSSE (con't)

Going out in daylight was such a pain and nightlife in the suburbs was nonexistent. Pete hated leaving the trailer unless he absolutely had to. He went to work in the morning and came home in the evening if for no other reason that Billy demanded he be dropped off and picked up at his job on the way and he was the only one who could drive (or see over the handlebars of the scooter) so he ferried both of them around. 

When did he become such a homebody? He used to be cool and party all night. Must be a sign of getting old. He was already 30. Gahd, when did that happen?

“Mr. White,” a hoarse voice said behind him.

White whipped around with his back to the boxes, eye to the exit if he had to make a quick escape. 

“Mr. White. From the radio? White Nation?” a scrawny young guy with spiky hair asked, unsure of himself.

Pete nodded, he had his scarf wrapped tightly around his mouth. With the helmet, goggles, driving gloves and long-sleeved jacket, so little of him was exposed that he could have been anyone.

“We knew this was the PO Box you said on the air so we just waited until you came by so’s we could meet you in person.”

“We?” Pete asked.

“Hey, Martin. It’s really him. We got him.”

A much older man on a mobility scooter approached, long curly gray hair fell to his shoulders under a bucket hat and he was draped in a piano key scarf. He wore tinted glasses and had the down-turned rubbery lips of an irate trout demanding to speak to the manager.

“We did a stake out,“ the chicken-like man said proudly before realizing how that came-off, “But… but.. Not for bad reasons— we’re friends! Friends of the show. Friends of what you’re putting out there, right?”

The chicken-man turned to the man on the mobility scooter for confirmation. He grunted in affirmation.

“Oh, ok,” Pete lowered his guard slightly, “Glad you fellas like the show. Keep listening.”

“We support you.”

“Cool.”

“We like what you have to say.”

“Awesome..." Pete delicately tried to indicate this conversational exchange had run its course, "I’m gonna get my mail now.”

“We… we want to spread your message.”

His back to the fans, nose buried in the PO Box, “Always great to know people are still digging the music.”

The scrawny chicken man exchanged a glance with the old man on the mobility scooter.

“It’s garbage,” croaked the old man in a pompous voice, “Barely tolerable warbling of castrated effeminate half-men.” 

“It’s not that bad," admonished the chicken-y man, “I mean, some of it’s ok, I guess. We listen for what you have to say more.”

Pete turned back with a puzzled look (not that the goggles revealed much of his expression), “You like what I have to say? Those bullshit rants?”

They nodded.

The chicken-y man approached him nervously as he reached into his fanny pack, “You don’t sell gold or survival food or have a place to pledge a donation like the other radio shows so we didn’t know how else to support the station.” He thrust a manila envelope and thrust it into Pete’s hand and then jumped back like he had lit a fuse, "Just… take it. Use it to reach more people. A lot of guys like us need someone to tell us what to do.”

Pete cautiously opened the envelope with one finger, peeked inside to see a stack of folded twenties. He looked up and the two were already gone. 

He turned back to the PO Box and pushed Billy's boxes from eBay aside, pulling out a stack of envelopes addressed to WHITE NATION. He slit it open with his pinky nail and a crisp sawbuck fell out. The next one had five Lincolns. Tens and fives. One even had a 50. He never asked for money on air, just bitched about his lack of it but made it sound like a noble cause. Ever-popular again with dough to prove it.

YOUR STUPID MINDS! STUPID STUPID!

Billy did his usual post-work loop of Video Madness after work. He already knew what they had but he still liked to update his ‘to watch' list.

An old black and white movie was playing on the display monitors around the store but unusually Alison's attention seemed glued to it. She finally noticed Billy as he approached the check-out desk with his tapes.

"Hey, you're still wearing my glasses!" She looked happily surprised. She was donning some uncharacteristically understated wire-framed ovals herself.

"Yeah, I like them," Billy admitted, "I feel like some kind of cool jazz musician or 1950s intellectual like—"

"Allan Sherman?"

"I was thinking more like Dave Brubeck or Jean-Paul Sartre, not the singer of Hello Muddah Hello Faddah , but... sure."

The store was totally empty. Billy poked through the pile of returns on her desk but her gaze was already locked back on the store monitors.

"I recognize it now! Plan Nine from Outer Space!" Billy said, "The current holder of the ‘Worst Movie Ever Made' title."

"It's a pretty junior varsity pick from the cult cinema canon but I was just re-reading Nightmare of Ecstasy and felt like seeing it again, y'know,"

"Did you know Bela Lugosi died in the middle of filming? That's why he has his cape over his face the whole movie– it's a different guy."

"He died before filming even started," Alison corrected, "Ed Wood shot two reels in front of Tor Johnson's house to use for two future projects."

"I read that Tim Burton is making a biopic. We totally have to see it when it comes out," Billy said enthusiastically.

"Bela was replaced by Wood's girlfriend's chiropractor. Ed Wood claimed he had identical ears to Bela Lugosi. Never mind the guy was, like, a foot taller than him," She smiled at the shop TV, "the whole movie is just a compounding pile of bad ideas. "

She gazed up at the screen like anyone else would look at a newborn baby in an iron lung— simultaneously awestruck, protective and about to cry. Her pupils were wide but moved rapidly, studying the scene. Her guard was down, no smirking or sarcastic defense.  She wasn't judging it or mocking it or feeling superior to what was universally agreed to be poorly-written, slapdash, boring, stupid movie, but loving it for its flaws.

"Did you know how Ed Wood got the money to make Plan 9 ?" Alison asked and then turned to Billy with a crooked smile, "He got The First Baptist Church of Beverly Hills to bankroll it for if the cast got baptized. Then they made him change the title from Graverobbers from Outer Space to Plan 9 from Outer Space. That's insane, right?"

Billy's heart nearly stopped as it dawned on him what she was doing.

"And this shower curtain on the alien ship here," she pointed at the screen, "It's in the movie two other places: once in front of a bomb and once, well, just in a shower."

A True Quizboy gives trivia not to show off but to show affection. He mines out interesting information and shares it to say "Look what I've found to entertain you. To out-quizboy a quizboy is to answer back in his own language of love. Billy couldn't deny it anymore. It wasn't just a friendship on his end. Even if it was illegal, immoral or just creepy, Billy was head over heels in love with the teenage girl who worked at the video store.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed he was staring at her. She looked over the edge of her glasses sternly and flipped him the bird before leaning forward to watch the rest of The Worst Movie Ever Made™. 

Saturday morning, the Angel of Death Wagon pulled onto the gravel shoulder and honked twice.

"Billy's still in the shower," Pete White shouted while leaning out the door, holding a blanket over his head to deflect daylight. He waved her closer.

"We stayed up really late and he kinda overslept," White continued at a more civilized volume as Alison got out of the car. As she got closer she could see the hangover written all over his face as he held the door open for her. 

"What a libertine," Alison muttered in monotone, stepping into the trailer for the first time. It felt like an intrusion and she was sure Billy would not be happy she was in his home, but the inside of her car was boiling. She wasn't waiting out in the desert sun.

"Want some coffee," White raised his mug, "Or, wait, do teenagers even drink coffee?"

"I'm good," she said, "Thanks... um... White."

"Call me ‘Pete,' please. ‘‘White' is Billy's thing. He couldn't clear the jump from ‘Mr. White' to ‘Pete' and got stuck halfway," White (or rather, Pete) explained.

Alison stepped further into the room, looking around.  Her mouth seemed to be permanently set in an expression that read alternately as bored, annoyed or a sarcastic smile depending on the angle you saw her from. She pulled an asthma inhaler from her lunchbox purse, shook it and did a hit— a physical criticism of their slapdash house-cleaning skills. 

"I don't like girls calling me by my last name. It feels too gym teacher-ish," Pete explained as he swallowed two aspirin with his coffee.

She wore spiked bracelets, a flowery mini-dress mostly covered in a ratty cardigan, and tights with runs under knee-high combat boots. Her patchy colored dye job was pulled up in pigtails with loose strands hanging over her eyes. Pete could dig the vibe, that whole "Tank Girl meets kinderwhore" look, but still gave her the hairy eyeball as the she-harpy destined to sooner-or-later break the heart his innocent best friend. But it's not like he wasn't going to be polite to a guest in his home.

 "This is way nicer than I thought it would be," Alison without emotion, unclear whether she was speaking sarcastically, as she picked a pillow off the floor and placed it back on the plaid sofa. The room didn't smell too bad and was reasonably clean, but stuffed with far more random junk that the trailer was ever designed to hold.

"Yeah, it's not bad. Plus, no rent," Pete said while punching a Streets of Rage 3 cartridge into the Sega Genesis. He offered a controller to Alison, "Do you wanna beat up some bad dudes?"

She considered it while looking off to what she assumed was a bedroom door for any indication of Billy's time of arrival. 

"Yeah, I guess," she said as sat on the built-in couch next to him and half-heartedly clicked the controller.

"Where are you kids off to?"

"Flea market," Alison said,"then a movie."

"Wicked. Ever find any records at the flea market?"

"Some, but it's mostly ‘80s garbage."

"Ouch. That's my era you're insultin' there, lady," White reacted, seizing his heart mock-wounded, "Back when I was still deejaying on the radio."

"On the radio, huh?"

"I started in college radio. Then I went pro out in Los Angeles spinning New Wave Synthpop. Late Glam through New Romantic."

"Lame," Alison dismissed, "John Hughes soft boy crap."

The door to the bedroom slid open. Billy walked out. "White? Have you seen where I left my Hush Puppies? I—" he noticed Alison and White side by side on the sofa.

"I dunno, pally.  Did ya check—" Pete was cut off by Billy whizzing past to grab Alison by the arm to drag her back to the car.

"Nice meeting you... um... Pete," Alison managed to blurt out in the midst of being rushed out by a waist-high orange cyclone.

Buckling into the driver's seat, Alison paused and let out a breath, "Y'know, up close your roommate is really good-looking."

"If you're a sell out maybe," Billy snarled, fiddling with the car stereo and getting nothing, "If you're turned on by talcum powder and Reaganomics."

Alison teased, "Awww. The Little Mermaid is jealous."

"I mean, if you're shallow enough to be distracted by proportionate head-to-body-mass I can see ‘being into' someone like him, I guess," Billy spat with disgust.

Alison frowned, "Touchy touchy."

"Well, the joke's on you! He's probably gay. And he's, like, really, really old. He's basically as old as your dad," Billy pouted, "... and he does drugs."

Alison just snickered to herself and mumbled in her best stab at a Peteic accent, "Whatevah."

Billy's face felt hot; he didn't even know why he was so angry. He had never spoken ill of his best friend before but Alison wasn't allowed to like White. She was his friend. She definitely shouldn't like White more than she liked him.

Billy felt the pain of a thousand daggers stabbing his chest – The Ever-Popular Pete White, without even meaning to, had stolen the only girl he had ever loved.

JE POURRAIS ME PERDRE DANS CE BROUILLARD

Their end of Colorado had a couple of big sprawling multiplexes for all your big, loud, stupid action/dinosaur/superheroes-with-nipples needs but the arty indie films from New York and the film festivals never played there. There was an indie film revolution happening and suburban suckers like them still had to see fart comedies and thrillers than were 90% explosions; so unfair.

Alison got a tip from a customer that a couple from State University had opened an “art house screening room” for independent films that otherwise would be impossible to find, even on video. It was an long drive, but it seemed like an adventure.They drove on the highway past sandy nothingness heading for the northern suburbs. Just desert and scrub and rocks, sometimes going up, sometimes going down.The only excitement was when they passed a gas station once in a while.

“I’ve always wanted to go on a cross-country road trip,” Alison considered, “Drive from here to Graceland or something. Hit all the dumb roadside attractions like the biggest ball of twine in Minnesota.”

“Hmmm,” Billy mumbled noncommittally. He was sulking.

“Hey, let’s go on a road trip to Graceland and see the toilet Elvis died on,” Alison suggested, but Billy was lost in his own head.

The entire flea market trip was oddly tense, Billy’s mind kept creating images of his chalky roommate sweeping Alison off her feet. It looked like scenes from Labyrinth but with Pete in the David Bowie role, ballroom dancing in soft focus with Alison while he couldn't be anything but some ugly muppet wiggling his arms on the sidelines. Billy knew he was being paranoid but it gave him someone to be mad at instead of stewing in his own feelings. Despite the epic battle raging inside his mind, Alison remained oblivious.

“Great. Mom’s new billboard went up,” Alison finally broke the awkward silence as the giant sign appeared over the horizon and grew larger as they approached: a power-suited middle-aged woman holding up two thumbs and displaying a rictus grin that seemed more like an animal threat-display to the viewer than anything like a normal human expression of happiness.

"TWINKLE KAHAN, REALTOR. #1 Central Colorado Springs. I sell your house! You buy your dream! ” Billy read, unsure of the orthographic nightmare, “Your mother’s name is ‘Twinkle’ ?!”

“Her professional name. She thought it sounded ‘the most American,’” Alison said with an eye roll, “Colorado wasn’t ready for Bùi Thị Xuân Kahan to 'sell their house and buy their dream number one realtor' bla bla bla...”

“These ads are everywhere,” Billy said, “I never actually read the name before. Twinkle? Twinkle.”

“The billboards pretty bad but at least she stopped doing radio spots,” Alison said, “Every shithead at my school shouting their 'me-rikee G.I. suckee suckee' impression at me. Retards.”

“I can see that getting old fast,” Billy sympathized even if he was more ignored than bullied in high school. He was only nine as a Freshman. What psychopath would bully a nine-year-old? He got stepped on in the hallway a lot, though.

“I don’t need my own mother supplying ammunition for slope-browed shitheads to use against me. OF COURSE she didn’t care. She said that proved the ads were effective.”

She reached over to manually flip the cassette tape. The billboard disappeared behind them in the distance. She pulled another cigarette from her pocket.

“She doesn’t understand the American luxury of ‘embarrassment,’ Anything short of helicopters dropping napalm on your village can be walked off in her mind” 

“DJ Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince said it best: 'Parents just don’t understand.'”

The Angel of Death Wagon sputtered and coughed as they did a rolling stop in front of the address. It didn’t look like a movie theater, but after driving forever they had to go in. 

Up two flights of stairs was a half-lit open lobby with a small hand-painted sign– CINEMA PURGATORIO. They walked down a short hallway lined with pinned posters for coming (or going?) attractions— Living in Oblivion, Spalding Gray’s Anatomy, Spanking the Monkey — to the single theater on the other side of a crushed velvet curtain. 

“I think,” Alison muttered conspiratorially, “this might just be a person’s apartment that they’re pretending is a movie theater.”

“We’re dealing with..." Billy glanced around furtively, "zoning scofflaws?” Alison bit her lip to stifle the audible laugh and Billy melted internally. He was devolving into a big gooey pudding minute by minute but he had to keep it together. Stay cool and ironic, right? Alison pointed to a pair of seats in the middle of a row.

As cramped as the apartment-cum-screening room was, it was noticeably empty. One old man at the front. Another couple near the back. There couldn’t have been more than 50 seats in the room and not one matched any of the others. All of the furniture and decoration looked like it had been rescued from a dumpster or demolition site.  Like a series of actual movie theaters had all exploded and the owners had squirreled away anything that wasn’t incinerated to ash to furnish this place. The room even smelled like smoke, but they both smoked a pack of cigarettes on the drive so everything smelled like smoke to them.

The room was quiet. You could hear a pin drop and they waited for the film to start.

“What’s that high-pitched whine,” Alison asked.

“What?”

“It’s like a tinny electronic buzz.”

“I can’t hear anything.”

“It sounds like someone zooming-in constantly with a camera.”

“Oh, I think that’s me,” Billy raised his mechanical hand, “I’m fidgeting.”

“Well, knock it off.”

“Sorry. Sorry. I’ll try.”

He was twitching his fingers even more now, but he put his sweater over his hand to muffle the gear noise. Why was he acting like a spazz all of a sudden? He didn’t have a reason to be nervous since nothing had changed between them, only what was going on inside his own cavernous head. Alison, again, remained oblivious.

The movie started. A low-budget French indie black-comedy that was already five or six years old now. Some ambiguously post-apocalypse Paris a building full of quirky weirdos was hiring unwary handymen to be murdered and butchered for their meat. But mostly it was disconnected moments of highly art-directed mayhem. Billy had no idea there were ugly people in France at all, based on their cultural output, but this movie seemed to corner the market on them.

Alison leaned over and whispered, “Do you know French too? You don’t need the subtitles I bet.”

“I can understand it better than I can be understood,” Billy whispered back, the same situation for any of the dozen languages he’d taught himself and then been totally unable to communicate for his slushy pronunciation.

“Why don’t you learn Japanese? There’s no ‘sssss’ sound  in it, only ‘ssssh.’ So ‘city’ becomes ‘shitty,” Alison suggested quietly, “You’d be a natural.” 

Billy nodded but kept his attention on the movie. It was ok, he thought. Alison seemed into it but Billy’s mind was drifting again. He was totally preoccupied with analyzing every conversational exchange for some clue that she liked him. Like, liked-him -liked-him and then double-checking his own behavior to make sure he wasn’t giving away his own feelings. 

He was brought back to reality when Alison suddenly jumped and gasped next to him. On screen, the final confrontation— the cannibalistic butcher threw a knife that boomeranged back and the blade slammed into the middle of his forehead. She was fully buying into what was happening on screen, no ironic distance. Billy tried to look over subtly but she was on his blind side so he couldn’t see anything out of his peripheral vision and turning his head too much might break her out of the moment.

Denouement. Having escaped murder, the clownish hero and his bespectacled love interest played a duet on cello and singing saw on the roof of the apartment building. Billy heard quiet rustling, felt her lean in and brush against his arm. He was frozen, even though his heart was racing.  He didn’t want to startle her as if she was some skittish animal he had spotted in a forest She reached out in the dark and found Billy’s hand, holding it. He opened his fingers and held it back. He could feel the pressure of the grasp but nothing else– she was on his right and got the metal one. He couldn’t feel anything at all.

Merde.  

--

“White doesn’t want me seeing you. Do you think he’s jealous?”

“Jealous of you for having a girl to see a movie with or jealous of me for getting to spend time with you?” Alison asked between licks of her ice cream cone. 

“Not sure. Kinda both?” Billy looked back at his paper cup of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, not really feeling hungry. His mouth felt fuzzy so he forced down a spoonful.

They sat at one of the few tables in the fluorescent-lit, candy-colored ice cream parlor for a post-movie ice cream break before getting back on the road.

“Your hands are different sizes,” Alison suddenly noticed.

Billy held up his hands. He pressed them palm to palm. The metal one was at least 10% larger.

“I guess they didn’t design hands any smaller than this when they put it on. Does it look weird?”

“It’s a robot hand. Of course it looks weird, Daphne."

Billy rolled his eyes and rested his hands back on the table. Alison leaned over his hand, poking the half-domes on his knuckles to see if anything happened, oblivious to the steady drip of melted Cool Britannia her cone was leaving all over him.

He obliged her by pulling back his sleeve, showing where the metal prosthetic ended at the wrist— a ball-joint recessed partly into a lighter metal cuff with a ridge on it, connecting to the arm. The edge overlapped the flesh – concealing and protecting the connection. 

“Can you take your hand off?”

“I can take it off, yeah,” Billy explained, tapping the edge of the cuff, “But it takes a long time and it’s a massive pain in the ass to put it back on."

Her sudden fascination with his hand made him feel like he was doing show-and-tell to a kindergarten class. It was weirdly cute. Worth having to blast out his knuckle joints with a can of compressed air tomorrow to get all the rainbow sprinkles out.

"I only take the hand off when it’s malfunctioning so I can work on it. It’s not meant to be detachable, really," Billy explained.

“How much of this is still you?” she stroked his forearm just above the metal like it was a pet cat. Her fingertips felt warm. Billy’s ears blushed scarlet, but he tried to play it cool.

“Most of it. There are wires inside to make the hand work. The outside is still, uh, human.”

“Can you feel this?” She dragged her finger over the metal palm.

“Just pressure. Not anything more specific,” he said, “I could feel pain there, too, if you wanted to hurt me.”

“Technology can’t live up to the original model,” Alison pressed her palm against his human hand in a slow-motion high-five, lining up the fingers.

“Whoa, even your person-hand is bigger than mine,” she compared the two, “You have big hands for such a little guy, Josie.”

He entwined her fingers in his. She didn’t pull away. They were holding hands again but now I could feel it for real.

“Alischon, do you feel… I mean. With me, could you, um…” Billy struggled as he got too tongue-tied to finish the thought.

“Gross! Your fingertips feel like gummi bears,” she squealed, fully distracted by squeezing his silicone fingertips. She hadn't heard a word he said.

---

Back at home, he had to keep his hands busy and his mind occupied or the thoughts would consume him. He bought a whole chicken at the supermarket to practice his suturing with a needle and thread. Over-and-unders. Vertical mattress stitch. Subcutaneous. Under his hand the poor ten-pound roaster was looking fully Frankensteined or like a needlepoint sampler in flesh made by a serial killer granny.

Pete walked by the breakfast table, sorting the mail, "You're gonna get salmonella, pally. Wash your hands before you touch anything."

"Do you want me to practice on poultry or to do it for the first time sewing up your neck after I cut all the melanomas out?

"I have tumors. Jesus. Where?"

"Not yet. You will," Billy stated, "If there's any justice." "How was the movie," he asked neutrally.

Billy ignored him and stabbed his needle into the breast of the roaster more angrily than a medical professional should. Pete frowned, picking up on the subtext.

"Pally, I swear I have no interest in your girl."

"She's not ‘my girl,'" Billy hissed, "She likes YOU."

"She doesn't like me. She doesn't know me. Nobody likes me once they know me."

"She said you were so good-looking," Billy spat.

"I'm way too old for her," White sputtered back, "She talks like a robot. She's not even my type!” 

"Because you're gay," Billy snapped, just to be hurtful even though it made no sense for his attack.

"I'm not gay," Pete repeated, just as he had a million times before in a million other arguments, "Look, pally, we just made small talk waiting for YOU, that's ALL."

When Pete "turned on the charm" he was revolting. Women were nauseated by him and men were moved to violence. But somehow an indifferent, distracted Pete White doing the bare minimum was irresistible. Pete himself never picked up on it.

"She told me my taste in music sucked. She basically called me old!" Pete threw up his arms for emphasis.

"If I find out you slept with her," Billy narrowed his eye and pointed with a scalpel, "I will literally, actually kill you."

"When would I have... Look, I met her this morning for the first time!" Pete argued, fully exasperated.

"I can forgive anything you've done to me but if I found out you're sleeping with her I will slit your throat myself without a moment's hesitation. I will slit your throat and sew it back up like it never happened just so I can slit it again."

Pete bit his lip. "So... you really like her then."

Ice-cold vengeance was too hard to keep up and Billy melted back into goo. He rubbed his free-range pullet patient and burbled, "It's killing me. I can't even tell how she feels. She'll be sweet to me one second and tells me to fuck off and die right after it! What should I do?"

"If I knew how love worked I wouldn't be sitting here with you. I'd be Mr. Mom-ing my own brood of perfect and exceptionally pale children while my bread-winning Mrs. — Steffi Graf— was off winning Wimbledon again."

"Steffi Graf?" Billy snapped, "Where the hell did that come from? You don't even like tennis."

"I dunno, it just seemed to make sense in my mind. So I said it," Pete shrugged, "I am dead set against any of this bullshit ON THE RECORD but... have you tried asking this chick to be your girlfriend?"

Billy looked puzzled, "I can just ask?"

"Yeah, just ask."

SERVING PETER FALK REALNESS

A few days later Billy jogged down the gravel path towards Alison's monstrous car as it pulled off the highway onto the shoulder in front of the trailer. She had climbed halfway out of the driver's side window and shouted to him, "Cosmic bowling!"

"I don't know what that is," he shouted back as he reached the passenger side door, "Should I? It's bowling, I assume."

"It's new. It's the newest. Bold wave of the future," Alison said deadpan, "It's bowling, but at night. With blacklight."

"Huh," Billy said noncommittally as he opened the car door.

"It's cosmic... but it's bowling," she shrugged as she slid back down into the driver seat and turned the ignition. The Angel of Death sputtered and whined.

"Wait, wait, wait, I have to show you something," Billy said, remembering what he had in his pocket. He palmed a curved white disk— a little smaller than a pog but bigger than a nickel. He checked his reflection in the car's side mirror and slipped it under his eyelid like a contact lens. He nudged it in place until it seemed like it was resting where it was supposed to be.

He took his seat on the passenger side and leaned toward Alison with his eyes bugged as open as he could make them.

"Check it out. It came in the mail today."

"A glass eye?"

"It's made of acrylic, but yeah," He tapped his right eye—  a realistic but unmoving plastic prosthetic, like a doll's eye.

"Oh that is so amazingly creepy. I love it."

"I couldn't afford to get a permanent one put in— they're like 10 grand and you have to see an ophthalmologist to get those custom-fitted and I don't have the insurance to do that, but I found these temporary conformer shells from the medical supply catalog..."

Alison moved closer, staring into his functioning eye and then to the prosthetic, looking closely at the details. He could feel her breath on his eyelashes.

"...You're only supposed to wear the temporary ones right after surgery until you get a real implant so it doesn't move. The temporary shells don't move, I mean, like a real implant would because the temporary eye doesn't connect to any ocular muscles," Billy over-explained breathlessly as her staring directly into his eyes, even for a clinical purpose, was making his heart race.

She tilted her head, concluding her observation. "Hazel," she said, leaning back into the driver's seat.

"I guess? The catalog just said ‘Color HLC-49C.' It seemed like the closest match. Does it look normal?"

"No. Of course not," Alison laughed.

Billy slumped, discouraged.

"D'awww. You try so hard," Alison said mock-pityingly as the engine turned over, "My little Sammy Davis, Jr.” 

"I'm not gonna show you my silicone skin hand cover now," Billy pouted, "You'll only dissch it."

"Dish it?"

"No dissssss. Like ‘disrespect.' Like I'm Biggie and you're Tupac. You diss my hand and then we got beef."

"Keep wearing the oven mitt with the tomatoes on it. I like that one," Alison said absentmindedly, pointing her land yacht towards the bowling lanes at the edge of town.

"I'll get some of those Freezie Freakies. They change color in the snow."

TAKE THE SKINHEADS BOWLING

They entered the dingy, mostly empty bowling alley at 11 PM.

"Oh. My. God," Alison's eyes sparkled with ironic appreciation, "This is even lamer than I was imagining."

 "The Only Way Is Up" boomed from free standing giant-sized club speakers rented just for the occasion. A disco ball spun above, reflecting the strobing multicolored spotlights puncturing the dim alley. Black lights lined each lane making the pins and balls glow. The whole grandeur of the cosmos in miniature... with rented shoes.

"It seems alright, I guess," Billy stated but his sense of "camp"and "kitsch" was not nearly as honed. He couldn't even see the difference between the two without complex analysis.

They paid for a lane and were shuffled on to the shoe rental. She took off her platform combat boots and put them on the counter, losing about a half-foot of height in the dismount. She reached down for Billy's sneakers to trade in for rental shoes as well.

"Oh my god. These are the most adorable weenie-teenie baby Chuck Taylors I've ever seen," she cooed as she held them.

"Ugh, stop," Billy groaned. 

The counter worker, grumpy and second-guessing the choices he made in life that lead to this moment of being forced by his boss to wear strings of UV-reactive candy beads and multiple glow-stick necklaces for "Cosmic" night, handed over their hideous two-tone lane shoes, "Nine for the lady and... a kid's size 3 for her baby brother."

Billy grumbled.

"At least he didn't call you my son," Alison offered as consolation, handing over his pair.

They claimed a lane with their coats and left to load up at the snack bar before diving into sporting pursuits.

"I haven't gone bowling since I was nine and since you have no depth perception, I'm going to assume we're both going to be terrible at this, right?" Alison asked.

"Probably," Billy shrugged, pulling on the rented shoes.

"Those are the teeny-tiniest, most adorable widdle twee bowling shoes I've ever seen."

"Shut up," Billy snapped, genuinely annoyed.

"So I propose we forget the scores," Alison tapped the lane scoring desk with the built in overhead projector, "And give each other points for style instead."

"You don't think I can't whup your ass in that category too?" Billy said, standing while stretching his arms and neck in anticipation of a dance battle.

Alison filled in the score sheet: Alison "Rolling Thunder" Kahan vs. "Baby Shoes" Whalen. She added some caricature doodles to the edge, making sure to highlight Billy's new glass eye with some sparkles and radiating lines.

He found a cotton work glove from the library in his pocket and slipped it over his mechanical hand. He wasn't sure if he was protecting his hand from the bowling ball or the bowling ball from his hand, but it seemed like a fair precaution. He approached the rack filled with special black-light reactive balls for the evening and tested some finger holes to pick one that would work.

Alison looked concerned, "Should I ask at the front if they have any, um, duck-pin sized balls for—"

Billy pulled an acid green ball from the topmost rack while standing on his tiptoes, "You don't think I can use a ten pound ball?" He held it up with one hand, using only his fingertips as he walked back to their lane.

"Do you know how much the Oxford English Dictionary weighs?" Billy asked, effortlessly spinning the ball in his hand, "Second edition, of course."

"Ok, fine. You're not as delicate as—"

"137.72 lbs. Twenty volumes. Our library system has two sets. I've carried those things— or books of a similar weight— up and down ladders and on and off carts for eight hours a day for four years. I can handle a fucking bowling ball," he stated as he whipped the the object in question down the lane in a perfect straight shot... directly into the gutter.

"Fuck me!" Billy sputtered, as his top-cool moment fizzled. Alison just howled with laughter.

"I'm stronger than I look is the point, ok," Billy said, defeated, "I could probably lift you."

"Lay one hand on me and you're riding home in the trunk, king of the beach," Alison shot back, drying her hands over the air vent on the ball return and selecting a hot pink-and-lavender marble swirled ball.

"No really. I can totally lift my roommate over my head!"

"Yeah, well, that guy has hollow bones and an eating disorder."

"I thought you said he was so handsome."

"Pretty face. No staying power," Alison shrugged as she hurled her pink ball down the lane carelessly, ricocheting off the side and knocking down three pins as The Pet Shop Boys cover of Go West bounced through the room.

"Woo! Ministry of Sound! MADchester! COSMIC!" Alison apathetically shouted in celebration, while performing a gyrating, arm-wiggling take on what she imagined a "rave dance" might look like despite having only read those words in SPIN so had no actual idea what a "rave" was. 

She also wasn't dressed for a rave nor was dressed for bowling either. She wore a child's velvet party dress with a lace collar, picked up for a couple bucks at the Goodwill. It was probably once some little girl's holiday dress, but on the taller teenager the hem stopped only three inches below her Merry Christmas. Even with the height lost with the amputation of her platform boots, Billy still could see directly up her skirt without meaning to. She paired it with neon pink tights that glowed under the black light and a necklace made of plastic Halloween skulls. Her sweet spot was a  perfect combination of stupid and hideous that dared anyone to find her attractive. 

Despite her efforts, Billy did. Obsessively so.

He had to do it. He was going to ask, straight on: "Alischon, can I be your boyfriend?"

She snort-laughed before noticing he was just staring at her. The plastic sclera of the glass eye glowed under black light, making him look half-possessed. 

"Oh shit, you weren't just being ironic."

"Scherious at a heart attack," he lisped stoically, his one good eye locked on hers. The fake eye looking blankly off at an angle.

She clamped her mouth to stop another torrent of uncontrolled laughter, "You're killing me, Pumpkinhead."

Billy looked at his feet. This wasn't going at all like the scenarios he had modeled mathematically.

"You're always flirting with me. Saying I'm cute or I'm sexy, it's..." Billy struggled for his tone, torn between rage and self-pity, "It's... fucking... fraudulent negligence.” 

"I'm busting your chops to make your ears turn red," Alison said, as if it was obvious, "I've done it every day since I met you!"

"It's driving me bugfuck nuts!" Billy roared.

"Why the hell would you take anything I say seriously?" Alison tried to pull her bowling ball from her fingers, exasperated, "I'm a liar and an asshole and a jerk. Only a mental case would want to date me."

"I can't tell if you're just teasing me because you can tell I'm crazy about you or... or..." the words tumbled out, "Or you maybe, despite giving me the finger and acting too cool for school, you kind of, um, actually like me like I like you?"

He looked up expectantly while bracing for the worst. His good eye flinched from the strain. Alison tried to lower the tension.

"What do you care about dating? I thought boys your age were still all ‘girls are gross.'"

"I'm not a FUCKING KID!" Billy shouted far louder than he meant to.

Alison stooped down to drop the ball on the edge of the lane.

"Why do you always wear such goddamned short skirts?" Billy muttered, any filter he had left was blown off in the hurricane of emotion coursing through his oversized skull, "I gotta excuse myself  to pound one out in the bathroom every time you lean over the ball return. Jesus."

"Is that why you keep going to the can? I thought the shitty nachos gave you the runs," Alison tilted her head to a paper tray of tortilla chips and neon orange ‘cheez.'

Billy slammed his forehead into the scoring desk.

"and I HAVE shorts under it. Thank you very much," Alison defended her virtue, pulling up the skirt hem to reveal bike shorts over her tights.

Billy just released a muffled irritated cry-moan. It wasn't getting through.

"With all these black lights in here you'd have to be extra careful with your aim..." Alison considered, miming a jerk-off gesture, "and you'd have to wash your hands really well."

"You're not even listening," Billy said pleadingly, "It's a joke to you,"

Alison finally took in how genuinely sad he looked, "I like hanging out with you. I like having a friend. Can't we just keep doing that?"

"We still could. We can. Everything stays the same..." Billy tried to sell her on the idea with forced enthusiasm, "...but with making out! Bonus!"

Alison went quiet and looked at the floor.

"We wouldn't have to do anything you didn't want to," Billy clarified quickly, spin-doctoring his pitch on the fly, "It's not a physical thing. I just wanted to..."

"But I don't feel that way about you," Alison blurted, "I don't feel that way about anybody. I can't."

No smirk. No joke. No sarcasm. Just honesty. She looked in pain to have to say something genuine. The words hung in the air.  From another lane, the sound of ball hitting pins echoed. Sparkly disco lights strobed over their faces.

"...Plus, you're, like, really, really weird looking,"Alison kept going unable to stop talking like her words were careening down a steep hill, "Your head is gigantic and you have all kinds of medical shit wrong with you so I can't even imagine how bizarre you look naked—

"No, no. I get it," Billy shook the aforementioned huge head.

"— Like maybe you have like... I dunno... two dicks or nine balls or some even weirder—"

"Alischon. Seriously. It's fine. Forget I brought it up."

She plunked down next to him on the scoring bench, looking drained. They sat in silence as C + C Music Factory filled the room.

Guys grab a girl, don't wait, make her twirl It's your world and I'm just a squirrel Tryin' to get a nut to move your butt To the dance floor, so yo what's up...

"Still friends?" Alison asked softly.

"Yeah, friends," Billy agreed, tight-lipped.

It's not a failure if you learn something out of it. After he got home, Billy sat in the shower for an hour.

It was a learning experience. He found out he could still cry out of the eye he didn't have any more.

.... to be continued

**This draft is still missing a scene of Pete's radio show which I will add in a future update.

OBEY's Andre the Giant Has A Posse stickers and their endless bootlegs/parodies have been everywhere since 1989, peaking in national popularity by the mid '90s. Didn't wanna do height/weight so added his pirate radio wavelength and OCA-1 is medical /genetic shorthand for Oculocutaneous Albinism type I: total lack of melanin in skin and eyes (though I guess medicine didn't know the exact gene affected until after the Human Genome Project)

The playlist for Pete's radio show is on YouTube and Spotify. Updated continually.

I fudged the years on this. Ed Wood came out in fall of 1994 and I said this was taking place in 1995-96, but I couldn't think of a better movie for this scene than Plan 9. This anachronism is eating away at me.

I'll answer ASKS on the story but if you got beef and you wanna tell me I am racist/homophobic/hot garbage, send it as a DM so I can delete it in private.

+ More to be added if I think of anything else.

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