#and wants to watch a horror movie but the ones we showed him the trailers for he didnt think looked scary enough

[lunarsapphism]

my little brother needs to be severely humbled i swear to god he is the most cocky and egotistical little kid ever and has recently developed this "tough guy" persona and it makes me want to fucking punch him ❤️ i fucking hate it here he did not used to be like this

[ashwhowrites]

Eddie Munson x cheerleader! reader, Eds and Reader don't know each other, but Max and Dustin know both Eddie and Reader, and they both think that they would be a great couple so they try to get them to know each other but it never works. But what if Reader goes to the trailer park to take care of Max, or help her with homework but on her way to Max's trailer, Reader falls and Eddie sees it and helps her, after some time, Eddie and Reader start dating and it made Max and Dustin happy but they argue about who made that it happened? (I hope this make sense! I just imagine Max and Dustin seeing how similar Reader and Eddie are in some aspects so they're like, yeah, they would be a great couple, but for some reason, they can't make them like meet each other or even see each other! you can change some things if you think it'll be better!)

I love writing Max as a bestie. This idea is adorable. I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it! Thank you for requesting♥︎

Wingman vs Wingwoman

Max was surprised to find herself being friends with a cheerleader, granted it was forced in the beginning. Max's mom has been on an insane level since everything happened with Billy, so she refuses to let Max be alone. Y/N became Max's babysitter, Max wasn't warmed to the idea at first but now it was more of friends hanging out compared to babysitting.

Y/N was way more chill and interesting than the other cheerleaders, shocking Max. They talked, watched horror movies, shared comic books, and went to skate parks. With all of Y/N's badass interests, Max realized she might not be the only one who would adore her. Max knew she had to get Y/N to meet Eddie.

Dustin fell in love with Y/N the second she walked into the student council. Dustin's mom wanted him to engage in more school activities ( apparently hellfire wasn't real enough. ) But the student council wasn't horrible when Y/N was the president. Dustin was a love-sick puppy when it came to her and he practically was her vice president with how much he did for the club. Or for her. With her leading confidence and how high she held her head, Dustin couldn't help but see a bit of Eddie in her. That's when it snapped in Dustin's head that Eddie would love to meet this girl.

~~~

Max was rushing Y/N to Hellfire with a purpose in mind.

"I'm gonna be late for the student council!" Y/N groaned as Max dragged her arm down the opposite hallway.

"I know! I just need to show you something." Max said, a tiny smirk on her face. Her blue eyes lit up with mischief.

Max cheered as they reached the door, Y/N looked at her confused for two reasons. One, Max was excited about something, and two it was about a door with hellfire written on cardboard.

"What the hell is this?" Y/N asked, Max didn't answer, so she yanked open the door.

Max's smile and mood fell when she didn't see Eddie. Just the same losers she always saw.

"Where is he?" Max demanded, her foot stomped against the glossy floor.

~

"Dustin, dude, we can't be late for this campaign. The rest of the sheep are already set up." Eddie scolded but Dustin didn't listen. Just yanking Eddie down the hall.

"Just one minute!" Dustin groaned. He sighed at the lack of patience Eddie had.

"Where are we even going?" Eddie huffed.

"Tada!" Dustin cheered as he yanked open the wooden door. Eddie peeked in over Dustin's head and felt confused.

"Tada? It's a group of nerds talking about the school."

"It's called the student council, and she's not here!" Dustin growled. Where the hell was she?

~~~

Max and Dustin had no idea they were trying to get Y/N and Eddie to see each other. And they had no idea they were backfiring each other's plans.

"No! I need Eddie, I've been trying to get him to meet this girl for weeks!" Max snapped at Dustin, her icy blue eyes glaring straight at him.

Dustin felt himself shivering in fear but tried to stay confident.

"I don't care. I've got a way better girl for Eddie to meet."

"Mine's better, just watch." Max scoffed as she raced off on her skateboard.

"What did red want?" Eddie asked as he walked to his van.

"No clue. But look, I need you to drop me off at school early tomorrow, student council meeting." Dustin lied, Eddie huffed but agreed as he started the engine.

~

"Max, what's up? Dustin said he needed me this morning." Y/N asked as Max kept looking up and down the hallways.

"I just need to see something!" Max said as she looked into the parking lot. She saw Eddie's van but she couldn't find him at all. She checked all the rooms she knew Eddie knew but nothing.

~

"Dude, we've been here for ten minutes, when does this meeting start? We are the only ones here." Eddie sighed. He could have gotten another hour of sleep but this damn kid.

Dustin checked his watch with a pit of anxiety in his stomach. Y/N said she'd be here and she is nowhere to be seen.

"Whatever. I'm going to have a smoke." Eddie said as he walked out the door.

Not even two minutes later Y/N walked in with a grumpy Max.

"Of fucking course," Dustin said as he shook his head.

~~~

Max and Dustin were slowly wanting to give up. Every plan they had was backfired. Somehow Eddie and Y/N were always at the wrong place at the right time.

Y/N groaned as she walked through the muddy trailer park. She regretted wearing her nice shoes. A huge van came speeding down the road, frightening her into slipping in the mud.

She groaned as she landed on her ass. Now her clothes were as muddy as her shoes.

The van slammed on their breaks and a boy came running out.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry." The boy apologized, he kneeled next to her as he softly helped her stand up.

She went to scream in his face but once she took in his face, she was silent. He was the most gorgeous boy she's ever seen. His soft skin, bone structure, nice jaw, and flowing brown curls rested on his shoulders.

"Oh, that's alright." She shrugged off with a smile. She was sure she'd have fallen for him the same way if he still wasn't holding her up by the waist.

Eddie didn't hear a word she said. Too amazed at how beautiful the girl was. He didn't even realize he was still touching her until she shifted.

"Shit sorry." He apologized again as he removed his hands. He took in her muddy clothes.

"This will sound so creepy, but can I drive you to my trailer to get you new clothes? I feel awful." Eddie smiled as she laughed.

"It is super creepy, but I also don't want to babysit in these clothes." So she agreed and they rode off to his trailer. Only to connect the dots that Max was right across the way.

"Here! It's just an old shirt and some sweatpants." Eddie said as he handed Y/N the clothes.

"Do you want me to drive you to the trailer you need?" Eddie asked as they stood at his front door.

"It's actually just right there so I can walk. Thank you, what was your name?" She asked.

"Eddie Munson, and you?" He asked as he held out his hand.

~

Max eyed Y/N as she walked in covered in mud and clothes in her hand.

"What happened to you?" Max asked as she got off the couch.

"Slipped in mud, but I got new clothes so gonna change!" Y/N said she walked into the bathroom, with a smile on her face.

~~~

A month passed and Max was preparing to give up. No matter what she did, she never got Eddie and Y/N in the same room.

"Why can't you come tonight again?" Max asked, Y/N walked beside her down the hallway.

"I've got a date, but your mom is staying home," Y/N explained.

"Where is the date? I've got a guy for you and I bet he's way better than whatever loser you picked yourself."

"Rude, he is not a loser. I appreciate in a weird way that you want to set me up, but I'm fine. We are going to the movies."

~

"Dustin, I can't! I'm going to the movies for a date." Eddie sighed as he searched for an outfit to wear.

"Waste of time, bro. I've got the perfect girl for you. Just cancel, then come be my wingman at the diner then I'll set you guys up!" Dustin argued.

"First, I am way too old to be your wingman. It's creepy. And second, this girl is hot, I'm not ditching."

"Come on dude! You are my only ride and my mom said I needed a babysitter. Steve is working so please?"

~

"She's here, see ya," Dustin said as he ran to an empty booth with his date.

Eddie picked a seat where he could see the back of Dustin's head.

He smiled when Y/N took the seat across from him, blocking Dustin.

They dived into a conversation and the time flew by in seconds.

~

Dustin said goodbye to his date and walked over to Eddie, he noticed Eddie was alone.

"Stood up?" Dustin mocked as he pointed to the empty seat.

"Bathroom, now beat it," Eddie said, but Dustin sat down instead.

"I've got nowhere to go, you are my ride." Dustin shrugged, grabbing a fry from the plate in the middle of the table. "Plus, my girl would be so much better for you."

~

Max walked into the diner, and her mom drove her to pick up dinner. She waited near the counter as she waited. She gasped when Y/N walked out of the bathroom.

"What are you doing here? I thought you had a date?" Max asked, her arms crossed.

"I do! We changed it to her because he had to babysit." Y/N explained.

"Babysit? Can't get a real job?" Max mocked and rolled her eyes.

"Watch it. I'm a babysitter." Y/N declared as she glared at the younger girl.

"Is he still here? I want to meet him so I can prove my guy is better."

Y/N sighed but agreed, walking Max to the table.

"Dustin?"

"Y/N?"

Eddie looked between them confused, "you two know each other?"

"How the hell do you know her?" Dustin spazzed as he looked at Eddie with huge eyes.

"EDDIE IS THE GUY!" Max squealed, and Y/N was confused about her showing a positive emotion.

"What is going on?" Eddie and Y/N asked at the same time.

~

After Dustin and Max explained their sides, they left the couple alone. Dustin walked Max out to her car, killing time until Eddie was ready to leave.

"I so did that." Dustin bragged, he nodded in improvement as Eddie slid his arm around Y/N as they walked out.

"They didn't even know you were trying to set them up, plus she met him because of me!" Max argued

"No, she did not!" Dustin fought back.

"Yes huh!"

"No huh!"

~

"It's kinda cute they wanted us together so much," Y/N said, walking out of the diner.

"I'm surprised Dustin thought I was in your league." Eddie chuckled, his arm still over her shoulder.

"I'm surprised you'd even like a cheerleader," Y/N replied.

"When they look like you? Yeah, I like the cheerleader." Eddie teased, but his heart raced as she laughed and swatted at his chest.

He might have to give Dustin a praise for this.

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[startwelve]

💌romantic scene

Eddie Munson x shyfem!reader

Synopsis: You and Eddie are having a movie night and without knowing it, you chose an adult romance movie.

Warning: Only mention of moaning and suggestion of what the protagonists of the movie you and Eddie watch are doing.

Eddie was waiting for you outside his trailer, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. You were taking longer than expected for your movie night. Then you showed up, walking tiredly and somewhat breathless.

"Hey, why did you take so long?" Eddie asked.

"I'm sorry," you apologized quickly.

"I'm sorry won't cut it this time, princess. I was really worried, what if you had an accident? What if some psycho stalker was looking for you?" he said semi-jokingly, crossing his arms with a raised eyebrow.

"My lip balm ran out, so I had to go to the pharmacy to buy another one," you confessed.

Your confession puzzled him; he couldn't believe you had been delayed because of lip balm. And he wouldn't understand why you needed to have that lip balm with you.

"An emergency with lip balm? Are you kidding, princess?" he asked, obviously not believing a word.

"I'm sorry…"

"I've been waiting for hours, and you were late because of your stupid lip balm?" he said, rolling his eyes before stepping aside and opening the door to let you in. "Anyway, come on, it's movie night."

"It's not a stupid lip balm, it's what helps me stay alive every day," you commented as you entered his trailer.

Eddie rolled his eyes and sat on the couch next to you. He remembered your little obsession with lip balms. He chuckled with a smile.

"Alright, maybe your lipstick helps you feel pretty, but saying it gives you life is a bit dramatic."

You frowned, remembering that he loved something as much as you loved your lip balms.

"What would happen to you if your guitar broke right now?"

Eddie raised his eyebrows, and his smile faded slightly. He crossed his arms and looked away. His guitar was very important to him.

"Don't joke about my guitar. It's not the same at all."

"If you say so…"

"It's not the same at all. You can live without your precious lip balm."

Now you crossed your arms.

"No! Because if I don't use my lip balm anymore, my lips will end up as dry and ugly as my grandma's."

Eddie couldn't believe you were arguing over lip balm.

"Anyway, let's watch the movie. What do you want to watch? Horror, action, or romance?"

"Romance…"

Eddie preferred a horror movie. Romance movies made him sick, especially the ones you chose. Eddie's eyebrow raised, and a smile appeared on his lips. He knew what you were doing.

"You want to watch romance? A silly chick flick?"

"Yes, I brought one," you said eagerly and searched your bag for the cassette; the movie was very sugary and sweet.

Eddie groaned.

"Can we watch horror or action? I don't want to watch a cheesy romantic movie."

"You didn't want to watch a horror movie last time; you couldn't sleep well for two weeks," you reminded him. "Fine, fine. We'll watch your little cheesy romantic movie. Are you happy?" he said in an exaggerated tone and raised his hands in a gesture of submission.

"Yes," you replied triumphantly.

Eddie groaned.

"Whatever you say, princess," he said and shook his head. "So, what kind of romantic movie are we watching?" It was the typical cliché of a love triangle between a good girl, a popular guy, and a lonely, marginalized guy. "Oh, so a typical romantic story?"

"I think so."

Eddie rolled his eyes and walked to the TV. He grabbed the remote and turned it on before turning to you.

"So, who do you think she'll choose in the end?"

"Mmm, she always chooses the one who treats her best…"

The movie started, and you watched it. The movie was absolutely sweet, and Eddie was getting bored watching it, almost falling asleep. But you were fascinated by the movie. Until you were horrified when, in the middle of the movie, the popular guy took the protagonist to his dressing room to kiss her, and Eddie started laughing at your expression. He sat down and watched, his lips curving into a smile.

"That's it! We've reached the kissing scene. I bet the loner will swoop in and give her the best kiss, and she'll realize who the real man for her is."

Eddie covered his mouth to suppress a laugh.

"But, Eddie, there's more going on than…" you couldn't finish speaking because of a moan from the protagonist.

Your eyes widened when you heard the sound of the moan; it was unexpected. He looked at you and saw that you were as surprised as he was.

"Well, that's surprising, a scene of true love in a romantic movie? I never would have imagined it."

You grabbed the cassette cover to read it better; you had bought it because you found the cover romantic, and the guy at the counter had told you it was a very good movie. Now you understood why… Down on the left in small letters, it said "+18".

Eddie was laughing out loud at this point. This is quite amusing. No wonder he had no idea a romantic movie could be so explicit. Eddie couldn't stop laughing. He looked at her and noticed how uncomfortable she was.

"Wow, it's even affecting me. I can't believe they put this scene in a romantic movie. Are you okay, princess?"

"Take out the movie, Eddie, I don't want to watch it anymore."

Eddie smiled and got up.

"Okay, princess. I guess the movie was too hot for you to handle."

He walked to the VCR and took out the cassette.

"Why do you say that?"

Eddie laughed again.

"Well, it was pretty obvious that you felt uncomfortable with the love scene. I guess you've never seen anything like it before."

"Never," you confessed with embarrassment.

He raised an eyebrow. It was good to know she was a little inexperienced. It made her even more adorable and cute.

"Really? The way you blushed made me think you had quite a rude awakening with that scene."

"I, umm, yeah," you lied.

Eddie laughed.

"Your cheeks are still a bit red. It's

very cute…"

He still couldn't believe you blushed so much because of a scene like that. "What a protected princess," Eddie thought.

"You?," you asked in a timid whisper.

Eddie arched an eyebrow and gave you a mischievous smile.

"What about me?"

"For you, for you, for you, I mean, umm, did the scene affect you?"

He laughed, finding you adorable.

"Well, I was a bit surprised too. I didn't expect a romantic movie to be so, let's say, realistic. But I didn't blush or anything."

"No?"

Eddie laughed again.

"No."

Of course, your reaction was more adorable than he could ever be. Especially when you're so nervous. He likes this side of you. The innocent side. It's more fitting. He thought it would be fun to start teasing you more for being a protected princess.

"Oh, really?"

Eddie smiled. You were even more flushed now. This was starting to seem more like flirting than just a joke.

"Yes, I didn't blush like you."

You looked at your hands, which were nervously playing with your skirt, then at the TV, and then at Eddie, searching for the words to ask him a question.

"You, you, you know, not, umm…"

"Do I know what?" Eddie asked, with a slightly raised eyebrow.

He found it cute how you kept looking down or away every time you asked something.

You took a deep breath and asked quickly.

"Have you ever done it?"

Eddie froze for a second. "Did she just ask what I think she asked? Why is she blushing even more?" Eddie thought.

"Done what?"

"What they did in the movie," you whispered.

Eddie laughed again and shook his head.

"Oh, do you mean something like this?" His lips quickly approached your face, causing his breath to caress your small, soft lips. You jumped in surprise, and a small scream escaped your lips. Eddie immediately jumped back, startled by your reaction.

"Are you okay? I didn't mean to scare you."

You covered your mouth with your hand in surprise; you just didn't expect him to do that.

"I didn't expect it."

"Oh, I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable. You're being so cute right now," Eddie said with a mischievous smile.

You had only been kissed once in high school, by a guy in the courtyard. You didn't like it. His breath smelled like fish, he used too much saliva, and his tongue almost choked you. And when you confessed to Eddie that you had only been kissed once, he couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe you were so inexperienced and hadn't kissed someone more than once. So he decided to keep teasing you.

"Only once? Well, then I guess I should show you the real deal. Would you like that, princess?"

Your cheeks flushed; you wanted to.

Eddie laughed. The teasing was working. Eddie got up and knelt beside you. He extended a hand and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. He got very close to your face. Your breath caught in your throat, and you opened your eyes in surprise. Eddie's lips were only inches away from yours, and you could feel his warm breath brushing against your lips. The scent of his cologne filled your nose; it was a perfect blend of citrus and lavender. He brushed your cheek with his other hand. It sent a shiver down your spine.

"Are you okay there, princess?" he joked. "Is it okay if I continue? Or do you prefer we wait?"

You couldn't speak; the words wouldn't come out. "Oh, this is adorable. I think I should do it," Eddie thought to himself. His hand still tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. His thumb gently stroked your cheek. His lips were so close that you could feel his breath against your lips. With one hand, he cradled your face. You sighed nervously.

"I like that you're so quiet, princess. It makes me want to kiss you more than before." He leaned in slowly, moving his lips very slowly towards yours.

Eddie's lips brushed gently against yours, and you felt his breath filling your lungs. It was soft and warm. He pulled away and looked into your eyes. He had just given you your first real kiss. Eddie's hand was under your chin as he held your face, looking into your eyes, waiting for your response.

"You kissed me," you whispered.

Eddie smiled.

"Yes, I kissed you."

You didn't know what to say; you just wanted him to kiss you again. Eddie leaned in a little more, and then his lips met yours again. This time it was more intense, with more passion than before. You didn't want to break the kiss and waited for you to pull away first. Eddie noticed that you had no idea what you were doing with your lips, so he took the lead. He moved his hands to the back of your head and pulled you a little closer to the kiss. His tongue gently met yours, and his lips moved in sync with yours. Eddie's thumb stroked your cheek, and he felt excited thinking to himself. He continued kissing you intensely. His lips pressed harder against yours, and you could feel his breath in your throat. His tongue explored your mouth, making it a more intimate and passionate moment. Slowly, you pulled away from him, feeling overwhelmed by the kiss.

Eddie let go of your face and sat back down. He hoped you weren't too upset now that he had stopped. Eddie watched you breathe and saw that your face was flushed. You were acting very shy now. And he wondered how you felt about how he kissed you.

"So, princess, did you like my kiss?"

"Yes," you whispered.

"So, is that a yes for me to kiss you again?" He leaned in very slowly, moving his lips closer to yours.

You nodded your head. Eddie leaned in again, this time seeking a less intense kiss. It was softer than a passionate kiss. His hands held you by the cheeks. His tongue touched yours gently. He continued to smile to himself as he kissed her.

[isaksbestpillow]

Gmmtv 2024

I'm now going to watch and review all the trailers of GMMTV 2024 part 1! Glad they're splitting up the announcements this year because watching a year's worth of trailers in a row last time was rough for me personally lol.

The Interest ผ่อนรักนอกระบบ Was this movie already in last year's selection or does Bright keep making the same movie??? Not really into the whole guy who can't take no for an answer trope so I won't be camping out at a Thai cinema for this. Moving along!

รักแรกโคตรลืมยาก The Series /My Precious Wait so the first trailer was a remake of a Korean movie and this one is a tv show version of Gmmtv movie that came out like yesterday??? Here's your Japanese word of the day: netagire, running out of ideas. The cast is cute. Moving along!

หนังสือรุ่นพลอย/Ploy's Yearbook Oh thank god the first minute was a flashback because these people are too old to be playing high school students, a minute of horror haha. Namtan, Film and Aye are all talented women, I'm glad they're getting the spotlight but the plot feels confusing. Earth's there, and some other bl guys, so at least they're breaking the mould of those branded pairs a little. I've frankly wanted to see Namtan & Earth for a long time.

We are คือเรารักกัน Is We are the official international title? The original คือเรารักกัน means well we love each other. Anyway. We are at university. Pond and Phuwin are here. They're engineers. Everyone is potentially gay for each other. Stop me if you think you've heard this one before. Moving along!

The Trainee ฝึกงานเทอมนี้ รักพี่ได้มั้ย Annual OffGun bl, a GMMTV staple. The title means The intership Can I love you (/Phi)? Might watch this for silliness purposes. Also for Kapook purposes.

แค่ที่แกง / Only Boo A school setting with actual new faces???? I might not be watching but good for them. GMMTV is probably eager to recreate the FourthGemini magic, we'll see how it goes. Moving along!

Pluto นิทาน ดวงดาว ความรัก I will admit I didn't understand a single thing about the plot but Namtan and Film are kissing and that's enough to lure me in.

บ้านหลอน ON SALE/Peaceful property There are ghosts and slapstick vibes. TayNew are back again. Might watch for culture learning purposes because Thailand is all about the ghosts.

Ossan's Love Thailand No trailer yet, but apparently Earthmix are cast as the leads. This may seem like a very random adaptation at first, but it's actually not that surprising since TV Asahi that produced the original has been heavily involved with GMMTV for a couple of years now and Earthmix are the most popular Thai bl couple among Japanese audiences. There's also a big Japan boom happening in Thailand right now and Japan is eager to get that dime considering the miserable state the of the Japanese yen. In all its silliness, Ossan's Love was an important milestone in Japan because it was the first time gay people were shown in suits in mainstream Japanese media when for the longest time gay has been pretty much synonymous to cross-dressing and funny drag queens. The world has changed quite a bit since 2016 when it comes to understanding sexual harassment so we'll see how this is going to get adapted for this era.

My Golden Blood เลือดนายลมหายใจฉัน Listen I may not have been a vampire girl before but I sure am now haha. What was that and where can I get more. Maybe the special effects are leftovers from that paranormal Win Metawin show, but that won't bring me down. I love Gawin collecting GMMTV men like trash. I've been a GawinJoss shipper for five minutes now and counting. The original title means Your blood is my breath.

Kidnap ลับ-จ้าง-ลัก Is that one of the houses from Bad Buddy??? Is this a bl???? Is Ohm doing another bl????? Good for him. Maybe people will be less weird about it this time. I appreciate actors exploring their chemistry with multiple partners, it keeps it interesting for all of us.

Summer Night ความลับในคืนฤดูร้อน Heterosexuals? In high school? Groundbreaking. You could've merged this with the My Precious trailer and I wouldn't have noticed. Eteenpäin sanoi mummo lumessa, forward said a grandma in the snow!

วันดีวิทยา/Wandee goodday Gays are boxing and performing surgery. Good day, sir. I'm vibing with the casting. That leg cramp during sex was the best thing I've ever seen in these trailers, count me in.

High School Frenemy มิตรภาพ คราบศัตรู Three trailers left, almost there!! This has Japanese or Korean remake written all over it. I don't recognise the story meaning it's probably Korean. Look, there's a glimpse of Mark in a minor role, where are all his major roles!! View's also there, she's a great actor and I'd like to see her in bigger roles. I hope they will both be heavily featured in GMMTV 2024 part 2. Alright, I have now finished watching people get beaten up for five minutes, moving along.

My Love Mix-Up! เขียนรักด้วยยางลบ GeminiFourth are rekindling Kieta hatsukoi. Like I said, Japan is big in Thailand and media houses in both countries are establishing connections so is adaptation is not a surprise. The tempo of the trailer was a little dull for me. The original show is quite short so the pacing is obviously going to be different but we'll see!

Enigma 2 บุหงาหมื่นภมร Buddy I didn't even watch Enigma 1. I consider my work here done.

A lot of big GMMTV players were still missing so I look forward to part 2! I mean there's gonna be more, right????

Thank you for reading!

[disasterarea-podcast]

Okay, I know I probably don’t need to explain this to all of you, but also I want to talk to *somebody* about how I wish I had the sort of pull that would let me see “Society of the Snow” before it ends up on @netflix on January 4th.

“Alive” came out when I was in high school. I was a sophomore, I think? I just know I watched it a bunch for historical reasons (disaster! Survival! Struggle!) and superficial reasons (I was sixteen and Ethan Hawke was in danger!). It was on HBO a lot back then. Or it felt that way, because I watched it every time it came on.

As per usual, I watched the movie, so I went and got the book. (I have an Audible credit, so I’m preordering the audiobook of “Society of the Snow” for work. It comes out in a couple of days, FYI.) The movie is … sanitized, to say the least. They can’t avoid the eating of the dead, or showing it on occasion. But in real life, the situation was more blatant, because … well, who are you going to hide it from? They ate everything else, or at least tried to, before resorting to the dead. And then when they did resort to the dead, they ate it ALL.

The thing is, Uruguayan culture was heavy on beef. “Alive” (the book) describes it the way the Irish depended on potatoes. Eating the dead was difficult, but as Catholics they were able to talk it out and tie it into the rosary and taking the body and blood of Christ into their own. I’m not even a Catholic anymore, but I think even my latent Catholic training might kick in just a tad to help reassure me in a situation like that if I had doubts. (Note: I have been doing this podcast for WAY too long. Survival cannibalism wouldn’t even make me bat an eye at this point.)

My point is that in the real situation, the survivors used everything. And I mean everything. There were only three or four parts of the body they couldn’t eat - I think the genitals were on that list, but don’t quote me on it - but the rest? They picked the bodies clean. They needed to. There’s a photo of the survivors sitting outside the plane, hanging out, smiling for the camera. It’s usually edited. Everything else is kept, but what is usually clipped or blurred is a very clear shot of a human spine, not a spot of meat left on it, just … lying there. It might as well be an airplane seat, or a discarded jacket, or any of the other items scattered about.

I have a tremendous amount of respect for every single one of the people who went through that ordeal. The details are traumatizing enough without having lived through it. Every time somebody makes a “rugby players eat their dead” joke, I cringe.

So here I am sitting watching “Alive” again, because fuck it. The thing is, I have a fondness for this movie based a lot on high school and watching it lots and it introducing me to a survival story I’d never heard of. But I would always be the first to point out I’d love a redo. It’s not as accurate as it could be, it’s in English, it misses out on things like Carlitos Paez’s father searching for him and the others the whole damn time and the reception after they came back.

I’m hoping “Society of the Snow” has all of the things the first movie lacked. I want to see the reception when they came back. I can’t wait to see Carlitos playing his dad, and I hope we get that moment where he reads the list of survivors over the radio and his voice breaks when he gets to his son’s name. I hope we get the reality of survival cannibalism — that it’s not murder, that it’s not pretty, that you might get a little blinded to the horror of the reality.

The trailers for “Society of the Snow” gives me hope it does the story the justice it deserves. There are so many disaster stories that, while they may have gotten TV movies, I would love to see done for the big screen. Hillsborough. The Triangle Shirtwaist factory fire. The Galveston Hurricane. The Johnstown flood. But honestly, the trailers for “Society of the Snow” look gorgeous and respectful. Let’s do more movies like this for more disasters.

[loveshotzz]

Safe Space - One Shot.

Eddie Munson x FemPunk Reader

Summary: You and Eddie share the same nightly routine but when he can tell you need an escape he offers up what makes him feel better. Weed and horror movies.

Warnings: SMUT! Minors Do not enter. Slight angst/comfort/fluff

Authors Note: @punxunited01-blog requested Eddie with a punk fem reader and I had had to throw in a tribute to the start of spooky season.

Tag list: @punxunited01-blog @munsonology @emotionaldreamer @thikkiesixx @eddiesprincess86

Sometimes Eddie didn’t know whether to be scared of you or turned on by you, at the end of the day he knew it would always be turned on. He loved watching you from across the trailer park, your trailer being a few doors down from his. You were always outside smoking a cigarette while he was enjoying his nightly joint. It was like a routine neither one of you really agreed to but always knew the other one would be there.

Your usually spiked hair was relaxed looking slightly damp tonight hitting just below your gauged ears, it was dark pink now different then the lime green he had grown accustomed to over the last week, or the fire engine red the week before. Your ever changing hair becoming one of his favorite things about you. He watched you exhale the smoke from your lungs through your septum pierced nose another cloud ghosting over the piercings of your full bottom lip. Knowing you those weren’t the only things pierced on you. A strong part of him really wanting to find out.

He takes a big hit trying to drown out his dirty thoughts feeling weird he was having them while staring at you in the dead of night. He knows it’s too much when it hits his chest, violent coughs erupting from his mouth piercing through the silence of the sleeping park. This has your eyes on him and he swears he sees a small smirk twist up your lips.

Once he catches his breath he raises his hand trying to signal that he’s okay, embarrassed but okay.

“First time?” Your voice startles him, there’s a teasing edge to it.

Eddie can feel his cheeks heat up and he’s glad you are far enough away that you can’t see.

“I think you and I both know that’s not true.” He smiles wiping the tears off the corner of his eyes from his outburst.

“Could have fooled me Munson.” He can see your smile clear as day now, it lights up your face in a way he’s never seen before. He never saw you smile in school, always keeping to yourself or the small group of friends you had.

A loud crash comes from the inside of your trailer, it makes you and Eddie both jump. Eddie hears two muffled voices like a man and a woman fighting but he couldn’t quite make out what they were saying. Judging by how your playful smile was replaced with a sad grimace you knew exactly what was being said. Eddie doesn’t know what you need but he knows you need something, making a split decision he offers the only thing he knows that makes him feel better.

“Wanna come show me how to smoke?” Eddie tries humor to lighten the mood shaking the bag of weed he pulls from his jacket pocket.

He can see the internal battle on your face, he watches as you take your bottom lip between your teeth looking between the metal head and the front door of your trailer. When your eyes meet his again you are already bounding over having made up your mind to get high with the cute neighbor boy instead of trying to play therapist between your parents. You’ll clean up the broken glass when you get back.

Eddie thinks you look less intimidating without your big combat boots, tonight your in just a pair of black house slippers, some baggy sweat pants and a Minor Threat sweater that’s so big its on the verge of swallowing you whole. There’s something intimate about seeing you like this. He feels over dressed in his usual school attire.

“Do you think maybe we can smoke inside? I don’t really need them seeing me over here if they come out.” You ask once you reach his porch steps, the pleading look in your blue eyes makes it impossible to say no to you. Uncle Wayne is gonna be pissed but Eddie thinks it’s worth it.

“Yeah, that makes sense. They don’t need to see you over here worshiping satan with the town freak, little do they know you’re the one teaching me how to smoke.” Eddie sees your shoulders relax at his light teasing, that same smirk begging to spread over those lips he would love to kiss.

“Exactly, you don’t want to ruin your perfect reputation. Better get inside fast.” Your response makes Eddie laugh with his chest as he opens his front door for you gesturing with his hand dramatically for you to enter.

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There’s an awkward silence that fills the air once he shuts the door behind you two. Neither one of you having spent time like this together, Eddie not exactly used to having a pretty girl alone with him in his trailer. He lets out an awkward forced cough scratching the back of his neck. You spin around meeting his hesitant gaze, pulling yourself away from absorbing your new surroundings. His trailer was almost exactly how you had pictured it, but it was the feeling of immediate comfort you weren’t expecting to feel. The stress of what was going on at home disappearing temporarily as you and Eddie stared at each other not sure where to go from here.

“Umm, I could roll us a joint?” He offers shuffling nervously under your gaze. “I rented Evil Dead 2, don’t have to return it till tomorrow.” He adds eyes searching your face to gauge your reaction.

“I love Evil Dead.” You smirk and his shoulders relax. “Bruce Campbell is the fucking man.”

“Don’t get a lady boner on me alright y/n” Eddie teases raising his hands in warning, awkwardness dissipating. “Let me go find my papers.” He says before making his way towards his room.He doesn’t hear you follow behind him, your curiosity getting the best of you.

Eddie’s broad shoulders barely fit through the door way as you pass through the threshold. His room is exactly how you’d thought it would be, the faint smell of weed and tobacco lingered in the fabrics of the clothes that were scattered all over his unmade bed, his floor and draping over his desk chair. A giant hand made Corroded Coffin tapestry took up the largest part of his wall, the sight making you smile. He made sure anyone with ears knew about his band. Always swearing we’d see them play at Madison Square Garden one day. Right now they’d have to settle for the Hideout on school nights.

The rest of his walls were covered with various other metal band posters, you were more into punk rock but you could appreciate his taste. Then your eyes landed on his guitar, god she was even more beautiful up close. You’d admire him play through his bedroom window while taking one of your many smoke breaks in the dead of night. Unlike your neighbors who complained constantly, you loved when Eddie would play into the early morning hours. He didn’t know but his late night playing got you through a lot of nights just like the one you were escaping right now. Another comfort he brought to you.

“Jesus Christ!” Eddie screams when he turns around to see you in his doorway hand grasping his chest. “Some warning next time princess, you almost gave me a heart attack.”

You see his cheeks tint a light shade of pink when he looks around his room realizing how messy it actually is.

“I would have cleaned up a bit if I knew I was gonna have company tonight.” He chuckles nervously watching your eyes take everything in. When they meet his you can see a faint hint of worry on his face. Did you make Eddie nervous? His big personality made that seem impossible for anyone to do.

“I didn’t mean to scare you, I was just curious. And let me tell you Munson, you did not disappoint.” You tease lightly with a smile.

He narrows his eyes at you but you can tell he’s fighting his own smile and you wish he wouldn’t.

“You’re a real comedian y/n. Surprised I’ve never seen your stand-up.” He jabs back at you as his ring covered hands wrap around your shoulders turning you around, lightly ushering you back to his living room. You can feel his warmth radiating through your sweater, there’s a light pang of disappointment that fills you when he lets go to set himself up at table next to the couch.

“You can get yourself comfortable, just give me a minute to roll this and I’ll turn the movie on.” He gestures you towards the brown worn down love seat in the middle of the living room. There’s a collection of hats and various coffee mugs hanging over head, this place felt like a home unlike yours, even if it was just Eddie a lot of the time. His Uncle’s presence was still felt in the foundations of it.

You decide to pick the side that’s closest to the small TV in the corner. You push yourself back into the cushion and its more comfortable then you’d imagined, you kick your slippers off revealing your mismatched socks. You can feel Eddie’s gaze on you the whole time.

“Get ready in the dark?”

You snap your head in his direction ready to fire back some witty remark but when your eyes land on him he’s in the process of sealing the joint. His big brown ones never leave yours as his tongue glides over the adhesive, making your breath catch in your throat.

“How do you know I’m not color blind? And now you’ve just made fun of me for it.” You fire back finally finding your voice. Eddie’s placing the joint behind his ear when you see the smug look on his face turn to panic. He freezes and his eyes go wide.

“Shit- are you?”

You wait a little longer then you should to answer enjoying watching him squirm.

“No, but maybe this should be a lesson for you.” You finally say raising your nose up at him, struggling to fight the smile thats tugging at your lips.

Eddie slams his hands down on the table standing up in annoyance, the sound of his rings hitting the wood add some dramatic flair. He rolls his eyes hard at you before making his way to the couch.

“You really almost had me feeling like a piece of shit. Just remember who has the weed in this situation sweet heart.” He points a ringed finger at you.

When Eddie sits down the couch seems even smaller, his long legs naturally spread wide leaving them no where to go but pressed against yours. He finally removes his jacket leaving him in his notorious hellfire shirt and you’d never noticed how well it fit him from a far, you catch a small hint of his cologne as tosses the leather and denim over the wooden chair next to him. He takes the joint from behind his ear twirling it in his fingers as he lights it. His tongue poking out slightly from the side of his mouth in concentration. Once he’s satisfied you watch him bring it to his full lips inhaling deeply leaning back grabbing the remote off the magazine covered coffee table in front of you.

“You see something you like?” His teases blowing his smoke out.

It’s your turn to blush now, you bite your lip feeling the metal of your piecing against your teeth.

“In your dreams, just turn the damn movie on.” You huff stealing the joint out of his hands to distract yourself from the embarrassment of be being caught staring.

“Someone’s testy huh? Don’t worry I know once I turn this movie on your attention won’t be on me anymore.”

You turn to glare at him taking a big hit before blowing it in his face making him cough and laugh simultaneously throwing his hands up in surrender.

“Okay, okay I’ll stop. Lets play nice now yeah?” You see the sincerity in his eyes when the smoke clears.

You take one last hit blowing the smoke out of the corner of you mouth handing it back to him.

“Fine, I can be nice I guess.” You give in with a smirk.

“Thank you y/n, I’m glad we can be civilized adults.” He winks turning on the the TV and pressing play.

You two pass the joint back and fourth to each other in comfortable silence watching Ash slowly lose his mind in the cabin. Eddie’s eyes never leave the screen as he leans forward to put out the joint.

“Like the first one was good don’t get me wrong, but this, this is a masterpiece.” He says leaning back casually draping his arm over the back of the couch. You swear you could feel his finger tips graze over your shoulder.

“Yeah, Rami is a genius. I saw this in theaters and it was life changing.” You agree looking up at him, he’s already got his attention on you.

“I never knew you had such good taste in movies.” There’s a playful glint in his eyes.

“Well you only ever stare at me Eddie, maybe if you talked to me you’d know I have great taste in everything.” You tease raising an eye brow grinning.

Even in the dim lighting you can see the red run up his neck and cheeks.

“Hey I thought we were being nice huh?” He says bashfully shifting a little in his seat, his eyes avoiding yours.

Then the realization hit you. Eddie had a crush on you, the concept blew your mind. He was always so charismatic and borderline flirtatious with everyone that the thought never crossed your mind. You two both were outcasts just ran with different crowds, besides the friendly smiles he’d throw you in the hallways and your nightly silent smoke sessions you two had never really talked before. You’d always thought Eddie was cute, with everything going on at home it was just never the focus for you. But tonight Eddie rescued you when you needed it most. Tonight he could be your focus.

“I never said I hated it Munson.” You sigh deciding to make the first move and lean into him your back touching his chest turning your attention back on the movie. You do it so casually it takes him a minute to process what’s happening. He’s stiff underneath you and part of you gets scared you read this whole thing completely wrong. Before you can overthink too much you can feel him relax before his arm wraps completely around you pulling you in even closer. You can feel his face press against the side of your head, his breath tickling you.

“I’m glad to hear that princess.” He says lowly in your ear squeezing you softly.

There was something about being in Eddie’s dimly lit living room, cuddled on the couch watching one of your favorite horror movies that made you realize how good it felt to feel safe. You did everything in your power to push down the anxiety of the night ending out of your thoughts to savor this moment. You push yourself even deeper into Eddie’s chest getting greedy needing more.

His arms tighten around you matching your needy energy when you feel the light pressure of his lips in your hair, his nose running along the side of your ear. Eddie’s free hand comes up his fingers curving under your chin lifting your head up to face him. Being face to face with Eddie you can see how devastatingly handsome he really is. His big dark brown eyes felt like they were staring into your soul and it almost made you squirm under their gaze.

“Tell me if I’m reading this wrong and I’ll stop right now.” He whispers his fingers tracing over your cheek bones before resting at the crook of your neck.

“Well, I’m looking at you and not Bruce Campbell so what does that tell you?” You tease biting your lip.

Eddie’s face breaks out into a smile that shows his dimples chuckling loudly, never breaking his hold on you.

“I’m gonna have to kiss that pretty mouth shut.” He warns pulling you closer, his eyes continue to gauge your reaction until he’s close enough to close the distance.

His lips are soft on you at first moving lightly against yours, you can tell he’s getting used to your piercings. It’s when your tongue darts out against his bottom lip he deepens the kiss eagerly, both of you moaning at the sensation. You could taste mint and weed as your tongue explored his mouth and it was intoxicating to you. You pushed yourself even closer to him as the kiss turned hungry, teeth clanking together it felt like you were eating each other alive.

You feel Eddie shift underneath you his hands coming down grabbing your waist adjusting you so you were straddling his lap moving you both to the middle of the couch.

“This is better right?” He smiles at you completely eye level now, his lips swollen from yours.

You can feel him through the thin fabric of your sweat pants from this position and you have to stop yourself from moving your hips forward to try and ease some of your arousal. As if sensing your internal battle you feel his grip on your waist tighten moving you against the growing bulge in his pants.

“Fuck, Eddie” You breath closing your eyes, your hands coming up to rest on his shoulders.

“I asked if this was better for you.” He whispers as he starts leaving open mouth kisses up the length of your neck. “I need you to answer me baby.”

You feel his hands leave your hips making their way under your sweater, his calloused finger tips ghosting over your stomach.

“Yes, this is much better.” You moan as he sucks on the sensitive spot behind your ear causing you to buck forward getting the friction you want.

Your response is enough for him to start pulling at the bottom of your sweater asking silently for permission.

“Take if off.” You sound breathless as his mouth finally stops making work of your neck to remove the garment that was in the the way of something he’d only day dreamed about.

Leaning back Eddie isn’t prepared for what he sees once you are completely bare in front of him. You weren’t wearing a bra, and you’re nipples were pierced. Shiny metal bars poking through each one, causing them to stand at attention to him. His hands resting at your thighs squeezing tightly, a low groan falls from his chest.

“Jesus - fuck are you serious?” He asks as his hands start making their way up your thighs until they are spread across your stomach inching to where he wanted to touch the most.

“Never seen pierced nipples?” You smirk rolling your hips again, making him shut his eyes tightly for a second.

“Who in Hawkins has their nipples pierced y/n?” Eddie chuckles raising his eye brow in question.

You laugh at his response throwing your head back “Fair point.”

“Can I touch them?” He’s biting his lip looking between the metal on your breasts and your eyes, pleading.

“You can do whatever you want to me Eddie.” You finally confess dropping the playful demeanor.

You feel his hands smooth their way over your ribs to the bottom swells of your breasts, his touches are feather light. His fingers taking their time wanting to touch every inch of skin, he cups them firmly at first making you moan closing your eyes at the feeling. He takes this opportunity to ghost his thumb over one of the bars. This makes your body jolt at the new sensation. You feel him get even harder beneath you and his dark eyes look up at you from your chest.

“I’m going to make you feel so good baby.” He promises before his mouth is hot and wet on one of your nipples sucking harshly causing you to cry out. His fingers making work of the other. Your bury your fingers in his thick waves keeping him in place encouraging him.

“Eddie - shit that feels so good.” you are grinding shamelessly against him, feeling the coil starting to tighten, desperate to come undone all over Eddie.

His mouth leaves your nipple with a loud pop, his eyes are glossy, lids half closed heavy with lust when they meet yours. His hands stopping your hips from moving making you whine in frustration.

“I want to be inside you when you come.” He plants light kisses at the corner of your mouth giving a playful nip on your chin. “Is that okay with you?”

You are so far gone that you can’t form any words, your nipples sore and swollen, your underwear is so wet that its becoming uncomfortable. All you can do is nod, you are at his mercy.

“Say it, say how bad you want it sweet heart. I want to hear it.” His tone his pleading as he ruts himself up into you. When you go to meet his thrusts he stills your movements again.

“Say it if you want to cum.” This time there’s an edge to his words and it goes straight through you.

“I want to ride your dick till I cum Eddie.” You moan bouncing on him trying to feel anything. “I want you.”

That’s all Eddie need to hear before he’s picking you up off the couch wrapping your legs around his waist, doing his best not run into walls carrying you both to his bedroom. His lips never leaving your skin. His knees hit the edge of the bed and you both fall onto the pile of clothes.

“Hold on.” He mumbles against your chest untangling himself from you, shoving the pile of clothes off in one big sweep, his eyes zero in on your ass reaching out yanking one last shirt off his bed. “Sorry.” He smiles sheepishly crawling back over you.

You push your hand out stopping him from getting any closer to you and his brows furrow in confusion when your eyes meet.

“I’m over here with my nipples out and you’re still fully dressed. This isn’t fair.”

He rolls his eyes smiling at you before standing up yanking his shirt off, your eyes start at the thick happy trail at the button of his black jeans slowly fading up his toned chest. There’s a tattoo of a demon’s head resting at the top right, your hand stretches forward to trace over the ink.

“I didn’t know about this one.” You hum taking him all in. He grabs your hand off his chest bringing it to his mouth planting kisses along your knuckles.

“You’re not the only one with surprises y/n” He grins dropping your hand leaning forward on the bed, his hands resting on either side of your hips. “I think its time for these to come off.” You feel his fingers curl at the waist band of your sweats pulling slightly.

You lift your hips up for him signaling the go head to which he gladly takes, he throws them on the already growing pile of clothes on the floor. Your left in nothing but a simple pair of black cotton panties and Eddie can hardly think straight,

“So fucking pretty baby.” He groans bending down to plant kisses on the tops of your thighs before discarding his own pants to the pile.

You could see Eddie’s erection poking through his boxers and it made you squirm in anticipation, you could see the wet stains of pre cum staining the checkered fabric. Needing to feel him you sit up scooting yourself forward so you’re perched on the edge of his bed. Eye level to to the tip poking out. You reach your hands out looking at him from under your lashes, he doesn’t say anything watching you as you start tugging down the last piece of clothing keeping you from him. Once he’s sprang free you cant help when your thighs press together at the sight, he’s big and it’s almost intimidating but that doesn’t stop you from reaching out wrapping your fingers around him, your other hand resting at his hip.

“Fuck” He grunts closing his eyes tightly at the contact and you start to pump slowly wanting to hear that sound again. You take this moment when he’s not paying attention to lick a stripe up the side of his length. His eyes snap open at the new sensation and when he looks down you are taking him completely into your warm mouth hollowing out your cheeks.

“That fucking mouth -holy shit” He growls fingers in your hair keeping you close.

You wrap your lips around his tip your tongue lapping up the pre cum greedily, sucking lightly at the sensitive mushroom top. Your hand on his hip snakes down to cup his balls while you take him as deep as you can your eyes watering at the sensation as he hits your gag reflex.

“Jesus- fuck- shit stop, stop” He’s breathless when he pulls away from you falling out of your mouth with a loud pop.

His heavy breathing making his chest rise and fall quickly, a slick sheen of sweat on his skin making his bangs stick to his forehead. His eyes blown out with want. He looked beautiful to you right now.

“If we don’t stop, I’m not gonna cum where I to.” His thumb pulls at your bottom lip as he looks down at you. You feel like you have to be ruining his sheets even with your underwear still on.

“Now lets take these off so I can give you what you want baby.”

You somehow find the strength to stand up so you are chest to chest with Eddie, your hard nipples grazing across his chest. You see his eyes roll in the back of his head at the feeling losing all patience. Without warning he’s yanking your panties down pulling you close fingers finding you wet hole. When he does its almost embarrassing how easily he can slide two ring clad digits in causing your back to arch. Your hands gripping onto his forearms for balance.

“Who’s got you this worked up pretty girl?” He purrs in your ear plunging in and out of you slowly, you can feel everything and it has your toes curling.

The whine that leaves your mouth at his words sounds pathetic “you Eddie, it’s you.”

“You want me to take care of you huh? You need me to make you cum is that it?” His taunting is doing nothing but making it easier for his fingers to slip in and out of you.

“Pl-please, I need it so bad. I need you.” You feel like you might cry at the intensity of everything.

“I got you baby, lay on the bed for me.” You can’t help but wince at the loss of contact when his fingers leave you, he gently pushes you down back on the bed before going over to his night stand to dig for a condom.

You almost couldn’t believe what was happening, you’d be lying to yourself if this isn’t something you had though about when you would touch yourself listening to him play his guitar. You just never thought it would happen, but here he is in front of you rolling the rubber on and you don’t think you can go back to fantasies after this.

Eddie crawls on top of you his eyes roaming all over your naked body, loving how reactive it was to his touch. His fingers gently trail up your right leg curling when they hit under you knee pulling your leg up hooking it over his hip. You feel his tip pressing into your soaked entrance, you can feel yourself flutter on nothing at the anticipation.

“Pleas Eddie, please, please” You begged desperately pushing your hips forward trying to feel more of him. You could tell he was getting off on your neediness.

“Just because you begged so nicely.” He pushes into you bottoming out before you can respond.

You both moan loudly, you’re sure your neighbors can hear you both but in this moment you don’t care. Eddie was all that mattered.

“You feel so good pretty girl, so tight and wet for me.” He sounds completely lost in you when he speaks, his hips rocking at a slow punishing pace. Your legs hooked around his waist begging him to good deeper doing your best to meet his thrusts.

“I wanna ride you baby.” You whine in his ear using a pet name for the first time and you feel his cock twitch inside you. “Oh you like when I call you baby?”

His thrusts become quicker and harsher and all he can do is nod, eyes trying to concentrate on not cumming.

You dig your ankles into the small of his back trying to stop his movement.

“Let me take control, please baby, I’ll make you cum so hard.” You nip at his ear lobe trying to get what you want and it works. You both whimper when he has to pull out .

He flips you both, his back on his now wet sheets. Your straddling his hips and his dick seems even harder then before, lining yourself up you give no warning before you sit down on him taking him in completely.

“Stop, stop, stop!” He half scream half moans fingers digging into your hips so hard its sure to leave bruises. “I’m gonna cum right now if you don’t stop.”

You both sit there for a moment the only thing thing filling the silence is your heavy breathing. After you can feel yourself start to squirm you test the waters rocking you hips gently gauging his reaction. The grip on your hips loosens giving you the go ahead to keep going, You feel so full with Eddie inside of you, hitting that spot that makes you feel good with every bounce. He thrusts up harder making your eyes roll in the back of your head at the feeling. He’s hitting a new spot that feels even better. With your hands splayed out on his chest you quicken your movements feeling your self getting close to your high.

“Eddie - I’m-I’m gonna cum.” Your voice doesn’t even sound like your own anymore. You hear him grunt pounding into you quicker.

“Do it pretty girl. Make a mess of me, cum all over me. Fall apart, come on.” his pleading words mixed with his hard thrusts has you coming undone screaming loudly your eyes closing tight. Your legs clamp down on his hips hard, nails digging into his chest.

The feeling of your walls coming down on him is enough to send Eddie headfirst into the orgasm he’s been fighting ever since you started. His head flys back into his pillow as it hits him, his fingers digging even dipper into the flesh of your hips. A string of fuck’s and shit’s leaving his mouth.

You collapse onto his chest, your face nestled into the crook of his neck trying to catch your breath. Once Eddie comes to you feel his arms wrap around you holding you close, finger tips tracing shapes into your back. Neither one of you willing to separate yet.

“Sooo, that was pretty mind blowing.” Eddie chuckles underneath you. You can feel a smile tugging up at your lips.

“Who are you telling?” You agree planting a kiss on his neck slowly pulling yourself up. He looks completely content laying beneath you, his wild hair splayed all over the pillow, a lazy smirk on his swollen lips.

“Where do you think you’re going huh?” He questions squeezing tighter feeling you try to push yourself off of him.

“We need to clean ourselves up.” You laugh at his needy antics. “I don’t want a UTI, and if you ever want this to happen again you should be just as vigilant about this.”

His grip loosens on you “Well then it sounds like I’m off to get us a towel”

When he finally pulls out a whimper leaves your lips at the loss of contact. Eddie disappears into the hallway towards the kitchen and the thought of going home hits you like a ton of bricks. You were in this safe little bubble with Eddie and you never wanted to leave.

Eddie sees the distant expression on your face when he comes in with a towel and a cup of water for you to share and he knows instantly something is wrong. Setting the cup on his nightstand he sits next you wiping down your most sensitive area.

“You know you can stay the night here, you don’t have to go back. Uncle Wayne won’t be home till 8am, thats plenty of time to get you back.”

Eddie’s voice is gentle as he tosses the towel to the side sliding back into bed next to you pulling the covers over you both. You can smell Eddie everywhere now, completely in his space. His arms reach out searching for you under the blankets, when they find you he pulls you close, you adjust in his arms so your back is pressed against his chest, your bodies molding together. Your fingers are interlocked, his chin resting against the crook of your neck. Safe.

“I’m gonna stay then if that’s okay Eddie?” Your voice is barely a whisper. He pulls you closer to his chest planting a kiss on your shoulder.

“I wasn’t gonna let you leave anyway.”

[mrsaltieri-real]

Alright! Request time! Lemme get a request with Mickey, natch, but hear me out. You and he, catching a mid-afternoon movie for a date, starts off sweet, and the theater is empty except for you both. He cannot keep his hands off you when twenty minutes after the trailers happen he realizes no one else is showing up. He teases and touches till you give in and let him fuck you in the theater. Some risky, public, try to keep it down, don't get caught sex in the theater. Passionate, needy, messy, some begging, make it so, so good just like I know you will.

When Boredom Strikes (Mickey Altieri x Fem!AFAB!Reader)

You and Mickey have an afternoon date at the movies, but boredom quickly consumes him, forcing him to find alternate ways to entertain himself.

Word Count: 3k

Warning/s: language, smut, p in v, slight degradation, fingering, public/semi public sex, praise, begging, almost caught fucking, teasing, thirsty Mickey, riding, ect.

Bex Bex BEX. You know damn well what this request has done to me these last couple of days. I’m happy to oblige. Here we go!

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Mickey stood with his arm casually slung around your shoulder as he eyed the movie options up on the board, pulling a face at every single one of them. “Fuck, there’s really no halfway decent movies.”

You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend, looking up at his dramatically disgusted face. “Well, whose bright idea was it to ditch class to come watch a movie in the middle of the afternoon, Mick?”

He glanced down at you, his pretty brown eyes playfully amused and a smile lit up his face as he lifted your chin with his finger, ducking his head down to peck you lightly on the lips, in which you eagerly reciprocated. “We missed our last date because I had to edit my short film and you’ve got a packed schedule for the rest of this week so I didn’t really have much of a choice now, did I?” He pointed out, reluctantly moving his face away from yours.

You nodded your head a little as you looked up at the board yourself, eyes scanning the cheesy rom com movies, every single one of them containing the exact same main plot point of a girl who didn’t realise love was right there all along. You knew Mickey hated these sort of movies with a passion, claiming they had no depth and no entertainment value whatsoever.

Being with a film geek like Mickey meant you were subjected to listen to his intensely angry ramblings about how cinema was quote “going down fucking hill,” and how there’s “nothing like the classics anymore.” You’d listen to him with a cocked eyebrow and watch him as he would rifle through his seemingly never ending cases of illegally pirated films that varied from action to mystery then to his personal favourite, horror.

As much as you loved him, you never quite understood his affliction with horror movies. Sure, you enjoyed them, but you’d see the intense excitement in his eyes as he watched some blonde girl with big tits get brutally butchered and ripped apart and you’d listen to him rant about the “authenticity” of the production value with blank but affectionate eyes. Nobody could say that he wasn’t passionate.

The theatre attendant sighed, her nails drumming impatiently on the counter as she stared unseeingly past the two of you with a bored expression. Mickey glanced at her, unable to stop the small roll of his eyes at her attitude.

“Just pick one and we’ll watch it. And choose fast because this one’s about to fall asleep.” Mickey said to you under his breath, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out his wallet. You knew better than to offer to pay, knowing you’d be met with a disgusted look of horror at the very idea of you wanting to pay for absolutely anything.

You loosely gestured to the least sappy looking movie for his benefit, secretly relieved you didn’t have to sit through yet another bloody mess of a film and Mickey paid the attendant and took the tickets as she mumbled, “enjoy your movie,” He nodded his head at her politely and picked up the popcorn and drinks, begrudgingly making his way into the theatre with a grimace on his face at the thought of having to sit in the freezing theatre for two hours and watch this god awful movie. But as he walked toward the theatre doors, popcorn under one arm and you under the other, he noticed how deserted the place was. Just you, himself and 3 attendants in the entire place. He smiled a little to himself, knowing full well he could have a lot of fun with this little benefit when the boredom would truly take over.

As you both settled down in your assigned seats beside each other Mickey placed the popcorn by next to his feet, leaning back on the chair with his eyes scanning the room. Just as he’d hoped, it was completely deserted apart from the two of you. He glanced at your face, the smile still on his lips as you looked back at him, asking him in a suspicious tone, “what?”

“Nothing, nothing.” He said, diverting his eyes from you and to the large screen as the trailers began to play.

“Give me my popcorn.” You said, holding out your hand expectantly.

“No, no, absolutely not.” Mickey shook his head as he spoke, pushing your hand away gently.

“What? Why?”

“Baby, you always finish your popcorn before the movie even starts and what happens? Oh, Mickey.” He mocked your voice in an absolutely terrible impression, twirling imaginary hair around his finger as he spoke. “I finished all my popcorn, give me yours.” He looked at you with knowing eyes and a playful smile on his lips as he dropped his hand back down onto the arm rest. “Just wait for the opening titles at least.” He said in his normal voice.

“You think you know me so well. I don’t fucking sound like that. Ass.” You grumbled under your breath, slumping back in your seat with a pout. He laughed at you affectionately, reaching for your hand and bringing it up to his lips, kissing it gently.

“Huh, guess it’s just us.” You mused as you watched one of the attendants close the theatre doors, leaving just you and Mickey in the large dark room with nothing but the glowing light of the screen shining down on the two of you.

“Guess it is.” Mickey said lightly, shifting in his seat and dropping your hand in favour of resting his palm on the smooth bare skin of your thigh, his fingers lightly tracing shapes and leaving goosebumps in their wake.

This wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. Mickey was big on casual physical contact, especially whilst watching movies. The cheerful opening of the movie caught your attention and your eyes set on the screen, deciding to make the most of your date together by actually enjoying the movie, even if he didn’t.

Twenty minutes into the film and Mickey was bored out of his mind. You seemed engrossed with the movie, shushing Mickey every couple of minutes when he tried to talk to you or complain about the “god awful” film.

“This is so fucking sh-“

You swatted at his arm lightly, shushing him once again and he groaned, slumping back in his seat and letting his head fall backward against the soft material of the chair. The two dimensional characters seemed to mock him through the screen as the actors paraded around with an awful performance. He physically recoiled as he heard the cheesy lines being spoken.

Nobody fucking talks like that. He thought to himself with a grimace.

He began to think of what he could do to make this date a little more interesting. He quickly scanned the theatre double checking the room once again to make sure it was empty before his fingers slowly danced across your thigh, casually moving in between your legs.

He chuckled a little as you slapped his hand, pinning your legs together as you sent him a small glare. “No, Mickey.” You said as sternly as you could muster. He looked at you completely unphased and raised an eyebrow, but said absolutely nothing.

One of Mickey’s favourite pastimes is fooling around with you in semi-public places. Semi-public was okay, semi-public was fun and exciting. It was even encouraged. There was only a risk of being caught. You knew exactly what he was thinking at the moment, what he wanted to do. But doing it here, in the middle of a movie theatre? That was a little too risky for your liking. You felt his hand move back to your thigh after a couple of seconds, still tracing small shapes onto your skin with a feather light touch. You clenched your teeth, staring at the screen to try and focus on the movie again, but now that felt almost impossible.

How the fuck did he always manage to do this to you? Completely divert your attention and make you focus explicitly on him and what you wanted him to do to you? The fact he didn’t even need to speak in order for you to waver on your insistence not to fuck him in a movie theatre was almost making you angry with yourself and your lack of ability to stand by your decisions.

He waited until you relaxed your rigid stance and your legs unstiffened, his fingers still grazing your skin gently before he made another much slower move. His fingers hardly even touched you as he lightly brushed your inner thigh. He smiled to himself a little when he heard your breath hitch a little and felt you look up at him with imploring eyes. He made sure his eyes were still set on the screen as if he was completely sucked into the crappy movie. You looked down at his hand, tugging at your bottom lip with your teeth as it moved upward underneath your skirt, feeling his fingertips glide up your inner thigh, your legs opening for him as though they had a mind of their own before feeling him very lightly grazing your clit through the soft cotton material of your already damp panties.

You shifted a little, fingers digging into the dark red upholstery of the arm of the chair, your legs instinctively inching even wider for him and you heard him let out a small, satisfied laugh as he felt the damp patch.

Fuck.

“Look who's changed her mind.” He murmured softly under his breath. You ignored him, eyes fluttering closed as you felt him move your panties to the side, his index finger slowly sliding up the length of your slit to collect moisture before torturously circling your clit with a pace that was so slow, so light, that it was almost painful. He let out another chuckle as he felt the heat on his fingers and heard the small whimper fall out from between your lips, his eyes still not moving from the screen.

Your head fell back against your seat as his fingers gradually increased speed, circling over your clit in the way he knew drove you crazy, but not quite applying enough pleasure for you to genuinely enjoy it. Mickey shifted a little in his seat so he was leaning toward you, eyes finally dragging away from the screen and to your face, watching you with dark and almost amused eyes as your chest heaved and your grip on the armrest tightened so hard your knuckles turned white. His fingers suddenly abandoned your clit in favour of plunging two of them knuckle deep into your pussy and causing you to let out a loud, unfiltered moan.

“Shh.” He whispered to you, his free hand covering your mouth as he continued to move his long fingers inside of you, hooking and curling them to graze the spot inside of you that was bound to make you cum sooner rather than later if he carried on.

Your eyes nervously flickered around the room again, terrified you’d missed a spectator in one of the chairs that would turn around and find some girl getting fingered by her boyfriend in the middle of a movie theatre. Of course there was no one, but his free hand remained on your mouth as he leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek and before resting his forehead on your temple.

“You gotta be quiet, okay?“ he said in your ear, another twist of his fingers inside of you causing you to moan against his hand in response. His fingers abruptly stopped moving, frozen inside of you and you looked at him in desperate confusion as his other hand moved from your mouth to slide down behind your head, gripping your hair firmly by the roots and forcing you to look into his eyes. “Do you promise you’ll be quiet?” He whispered, hand dropping from your mouth so you could respond.

“Mmm- mm yes.” You gasped out, your voice pleading and almost whiny as you bucked your hips against his hand, desperate to feel friction again. “Please, Mickey.”

“Look at you.” He said tauntingly. “Twenty minutes ago you were slapping my hand away and now here you are, dripping down my arm and begging for me to get you off in the middle of a movie theatre.”

He suddenly pulled his fingers out of you, bringing them up and pressing them against your lips. You eagerly took his fingers into your mouth, sucking your own arousal off of them eagerly. He let out somewhat of a growl as he felt your tongue swirl around his fingers as you greedily tasted yourself and he quickly glanced behind him at the door before he slid his fingers out of your mouth slowly to unbuckle his belt. As he did, you were almost too eager to drop to your knees so you could blow him but he stopped you with his hand, shaking his head once whilst saying, “No, no,” and pulling his jeans and briefs down so his cock was just about out, already hard and pressed against his toned stomach. “Panties off, leave the skirt on.”

Your eyes widened a little as you hesitated, glancing up at the theatre doors. Mickey followed your gaze and rolled his eyes a little at you. “What, so you’re fine letting me finger your pussy here but you don’t want to fuck? Come on now, baby.”

You could hear the sarcasm in his voice and you scowled at him, but obediently removed your panties, discarding them on the floor by your feet.

“Good girl.” Mickey grinned at you, looking victorious as he grabbed your arm as soon as they were off, practically yanking you onto his lap. You straddled him with your knees either side of him, just about hovering over him as you felt the flushed head of his cock lightly graze your swollen clit, the sensation so slight yet so intense it sent a small shiver throughout your entire body. Mickey felt it too, sighing a little as he felt you just barely touching him.

The light of the huge screen dully illuminated the two of you as Mickey hitched your skirt around your waist before sliding his hands around to grip your ass, spreading you open for him as he angled his hips up, groaning quietly as he slowly began filling you. You let out a gasp that was a little too loud at the satisfying stretch, causing Mickey to stop abruptly, gripping your hips so you couldn’t move.

“What did I say?”

“I- I’m sorry, please don’t stop.” You begged him as quietly as you could. He could feel your body trembling with need and he couldn’t help but oblige you.

His eyes remained on your face, though you were hardly visible in the dim light of the screen and he smiled at your desperate expression before continuing to push up into you, sighing in satisfaction at the familiar feeling of your pussy clenching around him as he did. You angled your hips downward, impatient at his slow pace so you could envelop him completely and almost too eagerly. The thrill of fucking him in a public place where a stranger could walk in at any given moment and see the two of you was more exciting than you had anticipated, your earlier anxiety and concerns becoming nothing more than a distant and irrelevant memory. It made you more eager and hungry for him, more than you could have even begun to imagine. It took Mickey by surprise as he let out a small, breathless laugh as your hips rolled against him, thoroughly enjoying the reluctantly quiet moans you were panting in his ear.

“Such a whore.” He whispered into your hair, sliding one of his hands up your back and gripping the back of your neck under your hair. The sound of his voice in your ear as you rode him sent tingles through your body, spurring you on. “Look at you, riding me like a slut in the middle of a movie theatre, fucking acting like you didn’t want this the whole time. Bad fucking girl.” You groaned at his words, throwing your head back and moving your hands to rest behind you on his thighs, feeling the familiar need for him to take control. He obliged you once again, his hands resting your waist and holding you still as he began to grind his hips upwards and fuck deep into you, treating you as if you were his very own sex doll.

You almost cried out, turning your head and biting into the soft skin of your shoulder as you felt him thrust up into you, feeling his cock hitting all of the right places. You felt the slight stubble of his trimmed hair prick and grind over your clit, stimulating you perfectly as your nails dug into his thighs, making him let out a small hiss and grind up into you even faster, watching intently as your tits bounced from behind your thin tank top.

Your body was held still in his firm grip with your only movements being a reaction from him as he fucked you to his own accord as you tried hard not to make too loud of a sound. One of his hands moved from your waist to slide between the two of you, his thumb applying pressure to your clit and moving in small, calculated circles. His head fell forward to watch himself sliding in and out of your convulsing pussy, groaning as he felt you clench and tighten around him. He knew you were close to cumming when he felt your legs start to shake beside him and he knew he was close too. Just watching you with your mouth biting into your own shoulder to stop yourself from screaming as he fucked up into you in the middle of the day in a movie theatre was driving him insane, and he didn’t feel the need to prevent your impending orgasm or his own, the need to tease you disappeared in favour of feeling you cum on his dick.

Your head lifted from your shoulder and you looked at him, panting desperately with wide eyes. “I- I’m gonna- p- please can I-“

Mickey suddenly let out a sharp gasp and quickly grabbed you by your arms that were still propping you up by your hands on his thighs and hastily pulled you toward him, gently but quickly turning you around so you were sitting on his lap and he tugged at the end of your skirt so it covered the sight of his dick still stuffed inside of you. You frowned a little in surprise at the sudden unwelcome change, his heart hammering against your back and his panting breath on the back of your neck. You went to glance back at him in confusion only to see the theatre doors wide open and an attendant stroll in.

You looked at Mickey’s face in alarm but his eyes were set on the screen, refusing to meet you. You turned your head back around and looked at the screen, seeing nothing. You weren’t even sure what the movie was about anymore but you stared at the characters desperately. Mickey’s hand rested on your hip as the theatre clerk stood by the door, eyes scanning the room. It was just dark enough that the man wouldn’t be able to spot your panties bunched up on the floor, let alone you sat with your boyfriends still rigid cock up inside of you. To him, it probably looked as though you were sat on his lap cuddling him.

You shifted anxiously, feeling Mickey’s breathing change as you did so and you realised that at this angle, he could really feel you. Your eyes flickered to the utterly bored looking attendant who seemed to have his attention grabbed by the movie as an idea started ringing in your head. You slightly adjusted yourself, rising up a little and angling your hips back down. You heard him take in a sharp breath, his fingers bruising your hips as you moved very calculated and slow, unable to wipe the satisfied smile off your face as you felt his cock twitch almost pathetically inside of you.

“Filthy bitch wants to get caught.” You heard him mutter between his teeth.

You shrugged every so slightly, responding to him in a hushed whisper, “you started it. I’m finishing it.”

[firstkanaphans]

SMASH or PASS: GMMTV 2024, Part 2

Ossan’s Love: Based on the trailer we were given, PASS. However, I will watch this one regardless because it’s EarthMix and I have hope that the actual show will be a bit less cringe because P’Au is directing it and we know from MSP that he can do romantic comedy well. Unfortunately, I have not seen the original and this particular trailer made me never want to.

Leap Day: PASS. Not even an autistic-coded Gun Attaphan could save this one for me. But good for Pond! This is a huge role for him.

The Heart Killers: Obviously, SMASH. I know people are saying this feels like SandRay 2.0, but I’m getting more YokGaipa vibes and I am living for it. You can read my full review here, but I just want to go on record once again and say how grateful I am that FK got an adult show with an adult plot and a queer director.

Friendshit Forever: SMASH. It’s giving me Cruel Intention vibes and if they let Mook and Pat make out at least once, I’ll send them a fruit basket.

Perfect10 Liners: PASS. If I never hear the words “Engineer Cute Boy page” again, it will be too soon. 

Us: SMASH. Both Bonnie AND Emi make my brain go brrr, so I can’t promise I’ll be able to produce any coherent content about it, but I will be eagerly watching.

Hide & Sis: SMASH. This looks amazing and I loved P.S. I Hate You, so I’m expecting great things. Plus, Lookjun and Pepper finally get to work together! I’m so happy for them.

Thame-Po: SMASH. I know nothing about LYKN, but I enjoyed the trailer and I think it’s a great way for GMMTV to market their musical artists. Don’t think it’s going to help with people IRL shipping Est and William, though.

Break-up Service: lol, PASS.

Revamp the Undead Story: I will watch it because it is Boun’s baby and I love him, but in general, vampire shows only interest me if they’re slutty and I’m not sure GMMTV is going to allow that. So…PASS?

Sweet Tooth, Good Dentist: Genuinely, I didn’t think there was anything that could make Mark Pakin unattractive to me, but they somehow managed it. That trailer was just weird. Ohm TPK is way too green to be leading a BL and I didn’t sense any chemistry between him and Mark. I hope the show's good for Mark’s sake, but my expectations are not high. PASS.

The Dark Dice: I think I might have to wait until the actual trailer for this one, but tentatively SMASH. The problem is that I’m not a huge fan of Prom or Prim, so I would be watching exclusively for Gemini.

The Ex-Morning: Y’all, I’m still drooling over Singto in that fucking trailer. I’m sorry, but he looks hot as fuck. I’d SMASH for him alone. This was by far my favorite plot of the night. I love me a good rom-com and since this one’s being written by P’Aof (and none of the characters are blind), I trust him.

Overall, I thought this was a much better line-up than Part 1 and I'm excited for what's coming!

EDIT: I forgot Scarlet Heart Thailand, which I guess makes my opinion obvious. It's a PASS. If I was a woman surrounded by that many men, I would run. That's a horror movie, not a love story. And even without knowing anything, I guarantee she's going to end up with Win. Because someone at GMMTV thinks he's hot or whatever.

[difeisheng]

i'm intrigued by how, along with li xiangyi and di feisheng's interactions speaking for themselves in depicting a much more familiar bond than one might initially think, mysterious lotus casebook is also actively highlighting the importance and nature of that relationship— to di feisheng at least— by comparing/contrasting it to his dynamic with jiao liqiao in multiple ways.

on a couple different occasions (up to episode 31 as that's as far as i've watched scenes from at this point), these two relationships are framed in dialogue as being equal and therefore vying for attention. in episode 16, you have jiao liqiao giving a speech about how di feisheng ignores her, rejects her romantic/sexual advances, actively seems to despise her, and the reason she finds for all this is li xiangyi. she views however di feisheng sees li xiangyi as being rival to her feelings, something to compete against. it's brought up again in episode 27, where she complains about how di feisheng was obsessed with duelling li xiangyi to the point that he cared about nothing else, and that obsession with him apparently hasn't changed in the present.

jiao liqiao is thoroughly obsessed with di feisheng herself, deeply possessive/defensive of him, which extends to her declaring to the as-yet-unnamed man in the hood (again in episode 27) that di feisheng is hers and no one else is allowed to touch or hurt him. later in episode 31, going off of the preview trailer, di feisheng tells his henchman to tell the wansheng clan that li lianhua/xiangyi's life is his. the wording of both lines is similar and gets across the same message, phrased as a threat: this person belongs to me, and everyone else is hands off. the two relationships involved are being understood by the script here as being similar in sentiment.

aside from dialogue, there's some other events that come up where these dynamics interact in comparable settings, but the details mark them with vastly different emotions. take the meal between di feisheng and jiao liqiao in episode 19. in my opinion it's a very smart scene that's absolutely horrible to watch, because di feisheng and jiao liqiao's relationship is so off— neither of them trust each other and never will! their conversation and interactions are poking at the power dynamics of status and knowledge and it's a very, very uneasy back and forth. there's horror movie-esque violin sawing in the background throughout. the scene ends with di feisheng telling jiao liqiao she doesn't belong at his side, but under his sword with the other traitors he's killed. no one comes out of this scene feeling good, including the viewer.

a singular episode later and we have another meal, this time centered on fang duobing, li xiangyi, and a-fei, newly woken up without his memories. despite the natural wariness a-fei currently carries, this entire sequence is far more lighthearted and easy-going for him. he's squabbling over food with fang duobing before the latter storms off, and then it's just a-fei and li xiangyi. their conversation, too, is far more honest and earnest than any exchange di feisheng has had with jiao liqiao, and rather than his part ending with threatening to kill someone, the most significant thing a-fei says is that although he doesn't believe everything li xiangyi has told him, he believes his past self wanted li xiangyi to live. it's the only thing he believes for certain.

another contrasting component of these two scenes is eating behaviour. throughout the show di feisheng treats food in a very deliberate way, and he does not eat around other people. or when he does, such as in episode 8 while sitting with fang duobing, it's very hurriedly (i know it's played for laughs, but where/why do you think di feisheng learned to eat like someone was going to take his food away from him?). even without recalling past experiences, a-fei tends to separate himself from others during meals; he walks by and takes fang duobing's rice before eating by himself outside lianhualou in episode 20, and in the girls' mansion, while li xiangyi, fang duobing, and qing'er/zhaoling discuss the case around a meal, a-fei sits by himself at another table. as late as shishou village in episode 26 he still prefers to stand guard by the door, instead of being seated at dinner with li xiangyi, fang duobing, and the village elder.

this is a pattern that endures during di feisheng and jiao liqiao's meal. i don't know that they actually got to the food given the weight of their conversation, and the scene cuts before we see the end. given how unhappy di feisheng looks at the sight of the laid-out table (and her), and how close she presses to him when they sit down, i'm inclined to think he wouldn't have been comfortable enough to eat. we only see them both drink wine. as far as i can recall, there are only two occasions in the show so far where we see di feisheng eat with both contentment and while taking his time, and the earlier one is this first meal he has as a-fei. he's bantering and smiling and seems genuinely happy where he is, sitting with li xiangyi. (the second instance is in shishou village when he's alone with fang duobing and they swap bread and water. but that's for a different time.) within the environments of these two meals there's a massive contrast in how trusting di feisheng is around the other person he's with, shown in both dialogue and uncommented-on behaviour. with li xiangyi he seems to feel far more safe.

in all these different moments throughout the show, there are parallels between di feisheng's relationships with jiao liqiao and li xiangyi. although the feisheng/xiangyi relationship cannot be said to be explicitly romantic, this pattern compares it to a dynamic that does have romance involved (albeit in one-sidedly). in relation to that dynamic, feisheng and xiangyi's interactions are seen as either equal to it in intensity, or even stronger in trust. this all works as a way of indirectly coding these two as having a romantic relationship, or at least you can read it as such. at the very least, it shows that di feisheng holds his relationship with li xiangyi as more meaningful or significant to him than any other prospect of romance presented to him in the show. good job, lotus casebook. i'm blowing the writing team a kiss

[heavyhighlandheart]

Hawkins Hellraiser Pt.5

Chapter Five: The Trailer Park

Summary: You and Eddie head to his trailer to watch a movie. You've fallen for him, big time. He's a total sweetheart with you.

Warnings: 18+, graphic gore descriptions from real horror movie, mention of bad relationship with father, good ol' makeout sesh 

w/c: 2k

A/N: Okay, so I really loved writing this part, it's been in the pipeline from the beginning but I wanted to set the scene and expand on the characters. Plus, I'm a completely hopeless romantic and didn't want to dive right into the smut (stay tuned for that). Anyway, enjoy! <3

Eddie’s ‘71 Chevy van was falling to pieces. The seat’s fabric was ripping at the seams and stained ten times over. You winced at the sound of it squeaking and grinding every time Eddie hit the brakes. You weren’t sure if you felt completely safe in the passenger seat, as if the whole thing was just going to pack in at any moment. 

“I fixed her up myself, you know,” Eddie beamed, eyes on the road. “She was a much bigger mess than she is now, trust me,” he spied your hand gripping the door handle and sensed your unease. “My uncle taught me, got me under cars that he’d take home from the yard and showed me how to fix ‘em up. That’s the trouble with people, as soon as something stops doing what it’s supposed to do, it’s junk, trash. They don’t realise it can be fixed, if they’re willing to get their hands dirty.” He turned to you with a sly smirk on his lips, his left hand rested on the wheel. You smile back, releasing your grip slightly. Eddie turned back to the road. “Still, my old man didn’t like that so much. Said I should be learning how to break into ‘em, hotwire ‘em and get away quickly,” he shook his head, looking down at his free hand that he began to flex and stretch as it rested on his thigh. 

“That must have been tough,” you look at him longingly, waiting for him to match your gaze. Eddie shrugged, giving you a pained smile, “dads suck, right?” You nod, your mind piecing together the parts of Eddie Munson that you didn’t yet understand. 

The van began to bump and shuffle as Eddie turned into the trailer park’s dirt road. He pulled in front of a trailer on the right, the van grinding to a sharp halt. “Here we are, my humble castle.” He skips over to the passenger door, eager to hold it open for you as you hop out of the van. 

“Eddie!” a childish voice called from behind you both. A young boy was running towards him, grinning like a Cheshire cat, with a thick book in his hands. “Hey, dude!” Eddie beamed, catching him in his arms and throwing him over his shoulder in a fireman’s lift. “I’ve been waiting ages for you!” The boy squealed. “Can we keep reading?” 

You give Eddie a puzzled look and he responds with pleading eyes, like he’s making the hardest decision of his life. “One sec, big guy.” He places his hand at the small of your waist and ushers you a few steps to the side, leaning into your face in a whisper. “Listen, I uh-”, he sighs, head hanging down, chestnut eyes looking into yours, “I…I read to him, his mom asked me to. He’s not so great with words but he really wanted to read The Hobbit, so when his mom found out it was one of my favourites, she uh- she begged me to read it to him. Said she’d even pay me in cigarettes.” He scoffed, staring at you with those pleading eyes, hoping you would understand and be okay with it. Your heart must have skipped a beat because your breath caught in your throat briefly, and you pressed your lips tighter together. “I’ll just read him a chapter and then we can watch the movie, is that okay?” You grinned, putting your hand on his arm that was still at your waist, “absolutely”.

Eddie smiled a toothy grin and clapped his hands, jumping with excitement and patting the kid on the back, “c’mon buddy!”

Eddie pulled out two deckchairs from inside his trailer, offering one to you, the kid quickly taking his seat in the other. Eddie sat on the ground next to him as he used the tucked bookmark to open up the pages. “There were many paths that led up into those mountains, and many passes over them. But most of the paths were cheats and deceptions and led nowhere or to bad ends; and most of the passes were infested by evil things and dreadful dangers.” The kid’s eyes lit up, as did Eddie’s, like he was reliving his childhood all over again. He would occasionally sneak a glance at you, your head leaning into the wood of the chair. Sometimes you would close your eyes just to try and listen more intently to his voice; his tone changing with each character and with perfect expression. You envisioned the scenes in your mind; descriptions coming to life as Eddie spoke, like some kind of guided meditation. His voice was warm and inviting. When his eyes were on the book, you’d let your eyes fall onto his lips, the way they moved with certain words, how he smiled and chuckled at his own reading and how he would moisten his lips when he turned the page. You noticed how the book rested in his hands, one hand holding the spine from below and the other tracing the words as he read aloud. Your thoughts on him were changing. He was misunderstood; a kind and hopeful soul. The more notice you gave to his lips, the more you wanted to kiss them, or wanted him to kiss you. You licked your lips at the thought. 

Eddie placed the bookmark at the next chapter and shut it tight, “there you go, buddy,” he smiled, passing the book over. “One more, Eddie, please?” he begged. “You know I’d love to, kid, but-” he leaned in to whisper in his ear and glanced over at you, “I’ve got a date.” The kid rolled his eyes, “ugh, fine. Tomorrow though?” Eddie grinned, pulling the kid to his feet and ruffling his hair, “tomorrow, for sure. See ya, buddy.” The kid ran off to a trailer a few rows down, waving as he went. 

You stand up, hands tucked into your back pockets. Eddie walks over to you, looking smug. “So uh, are you ready for that movie?” You nod, suddenly your mouth feels dry and you clear your throat, blushing, “mm-hmm”. Eddie opens the door of the trailer for you, following you inside. 

“Sorry for the mess,” he says, quickly bundling up clothes and magazines and throwing them into one corner, “I uh- don’t usually have visitors." Pots and pans were strewn across the kitchenette, pillows sunken into the sofa and the curtains closed. It felt darker than it should and there were a few questionable smells lingering. “My uncle’s working today, his first day shift in weeks, so he shouldn’t be back until later tonight.” Eddie tried clearing some of the mess in the kitchen, throwing the pans in the sink and closing any open drawers, brushing crumbs off the counter and onto the floor. He turns to you, realising he’s skipped your attention. “Listen, uh- you have a seat, make yourself comfortable, I’m just gonna tidy some shit up and then we’ll get that movie started, huh?” You nod, taking a seat awkwardly on the sofa. Eddie heads further into the trailer to the bathroom, and you hear him banging and clattering as he tidies. When he’s out of sight, you start fluffing up the sofa pillows and brushing down the upholstery, straightening up anything you can find. You pick up a blanket from the floor, smells musty but it’ll do, you think to yourself, fanning it and folding it over the sofa. You tidy up what you can of the coffee table; a used bong, cigarette butts and ash turning the wood from a gleaming light birch to a dirty grey. The TV sits on a small cabinet at the wall, a few VHS tapes underneath - a couple of horrors, The Dark Crystal and a porno - quite the mixture.

Eddie appears, having already removed his denim jacket, revealing his Hellfire Club baseball shirt. He ruffles up his fringe, opening the fridge and grabbing two beer bottles. “So this-” he opens the bottle with his teeth, letting the top fall to the ground, “-is for you,” he chuckles, passing you a beer. He does the same with his own and holds out his bottle, “cheers,” he grins, and you tap your drinks, both taking a sip. “Mmm, that’s good. Hey, did you tidy up in here?” You look around sheepishly, “uh- I might have done a little”. Eddie chuckles, “c’mon, let’s get this movie started, you’re gonna love it.”

He puts the tape in and sits on the sofa, puts his feet up on the coffee table, and pats the seat next to him. You wonder for a moment if he’s just being incredibly nice, or if he really, genuinely likes you. You can't decide whether you're brave enough to make a move. You sit next to him, clutching the beer bottle with both hands, eyes on the tiny little screen in front of you. You decide you're going to do it, make a move. You grab the blanket that you folded up earlier, opening it out and laying it over yourself, it brushes over Eddie's leg. "Wanna share?" You ask hopefully. "Uh, duh! Can't have you hogging it now, can we?" Eddie smiles, reaching to pull the blanket over his legs and waist, brushing your legs lightly. You smile smugly to yourself, pressing the bottle to your lips to take a sip. 

The movie continues, an hour passes, and you've made no significant moves on Eddie. C'mon, you tell yourself, just do it. Pretty soon you don't have to try. A particularly horrific scene begins and Eddie starts to look excited, "oh this bit is so fucking awesome, just wait." One of the cannibals reaches into a bird cage to grab a tiny bird fluttering around, before pulling off its head and drinking its blood. You writhe and squirm, covering your eyes, "oh that's fucking disgusting!" Eddie laughs, "aw c'mon, it's so metal!" 

"No it's gross! Tell me when it's over!" You turn to face him, pulling up the blanket to cover your peripheral vision. You stare at him as he watches the TV, light flickering in his eyes, a sly smile curving at his mouth. "Okay, it's all done," he laughs, turning to see you looking up at him, slumped into his shoulder with your eyes wide. "You promise?" You ask, your voice shaky with anticipation.

"Yeah, I promise," Eddie speaks low and soft, his eyes dropping to your lips. He leans in slowly, placing his lips to yours softly, lingering for a moment. He hums against your kiss before pulling away, revealing a toothy smile. "I've wanted to do that since the day I saw you in Miss O'Donnell's." You can't help but smile, your cheeks flushing, "oh yeah? Even after I pushed you into the lockers?" Eddie chuckles, "especially after you pushed me into the lockers!" You're taken aback and raise one eyebrow, "really?"

"Uh, yeah, that was fucking hot!" Eddie's eyes widen and he takes a longer sip of his beer. You laugh and your hand falls, resting on his thigh; you don't even think twice about it, it feels natural. "It wasn't supposed to be hot, it was supposed to be intimidating." You furrow your brow, attempting to show off your hard exterior. "Oh, trust me," Eddie starts, "it was, but it was still fucking hot!" Your eyes meet again, and you both stare longingly. That voice in your head comes back, do it, do it, do it. "Eddie… can I, uh- can I kiss you again?" Eddie bites his bottom lip and smiles sweetly, leaning into you, "I would love that". His lips press to yours, reaching a hand up to caress your cheek as your hand grazes his thigh. His lips part for a breath and you follow suit, touching your tongues lightly, dancing together in slow waves. 

The movie continues in the background, the victims' screams almost inaudible as you both sink into a moment of sweet pleasure. You had to pinch yourself with the hand holding your beer, you couldn't believe you were finally kissing Eddie Munson. 

A/N: if you got this far, thank you! I'd love to hear your thoughts on Hellraiser so far, so please feel free to send me an ask and let me know what you think, make any requests, ask questions! <3

[fromasgardandback]

Cold Rainy Days Headcanon

Eddie Munson x Reader

masterlist | oneshots

Eddie hated when it would rain. he craved the sunlight and his mood showed it

some days he would be up for the rain if it meant that he could stay inside and read his books or learn a new Metallica song

he especially loved when his girlfriend would come over to spend the day with him

they baked brownies together and while they were in the oven, cuddles were a must on the couch

he would read to her his Lord Of The Rings book and she would read him one of her Agatha Christie novels

“Baby, can we chill with a movie and cuddle? It’s freezing outside and I need you to warm me up.” Eddie whined a little.

yeah, Eddie was also a big baby when it was cold outside. the months of December to March were cuddle season more than the other months

rainy days were often during the fall weather living in Indiana, but cold months were reserved for snow days

“I’m coming, baby boy.” She chuckled bringing over the fluffiest blanket they had and laid upright on the couch in a position to hold him.

he laid his lead on her chest, wrapping his arms around her middle, and nuzzling into her

he protested any time she needed to move for comfort or to use the bathroom

movie marathon ensued after a well-needed nap. they normally watched horror movies for Eddie’s enjoyment, but when he was extra cuddly, he became a big softy for romantic comedy films

“I love you, but if you tell any of the guys that I watched Dirty Dancing and liked it, I will not be afraid to run over you with the van.” Eddie mumbled munching on popcorn and other sweets they made.

She laughed hard, holding onto his arm for support, “I promise, tough guy. I won’t say anything about you liking how Swayze moves.” She held in her second fit of giggles.

living in the trailer, there was no fireplace, so when his girlfriend would come over, she brought candles with her. some scented and some unscented, which were mainly saved for the bedroom on anniversaries or special occasions

“I have a question for you?” Eddie looked up from his notebook. He took the opportunity to write out some more campaign ideas.

“Yes, handsome?” She looked up.

“Where do you see yourself in five years?” Eddie pondered, reaching across the small table to hold her hand.

“I don’t really know yet. I know that I want a job in musical journalism. Hopefully, I could write for a magazine or record company. I want to travel with you and possibly document you're touring the country after Corroded Coffin gets signed of course.” She smiled wide.

“Wait, I’m in your future plans?” He was taken aback by her bold comments about their shared future together.

“Eddie Munson, you are my future.” She smiled even wider, if that was possible, and walked around to sit on his lap, holding his face while giving him a passionate kiss.

[morganski-19]

Steddie Week Day 2: Angst

@steddie-week

apparently, I can never leave things as a one-shot so today's submission is a continuation of yesterday's. tomorrow's will also be a continuation of this idea so I will properly link it all once it is done.

part 1, part 3

Steve walks up to Eddie’s trailer, muttering small encouragements under his breath. It’s no big deal, just him and Eddie alone. No one to take his focus away or distract him before he says something stupid. No, just him and Eddie in an empty trailer, alone. 

He knows exactly what’s going to happen. Eddie’s going to say something nice like he always does, and Steve is going to flush. Struggle to find something to say in return and instead, just make a total fool of himself and say something too far. Eddie will laugh it off like he does and it returns back to the comfortable silence between two good friends. 

Because it totally wasn’t awkward to just sit in silence with someone while skirting off touches and trying too hard not to stare that you just end up doing it anyway. Totally not awkward. 

All Steve hopes is that he can get through one night without spiraling. Being around Eddie was enough, he can’t let his mind wander to places he knows he’ll never come back from. If he leans into the touch that Eddie loves to give or the smile that seems to form whenever Steve is around, there will be no coming back from that. He’ll tell Eddie how he feels and how he wants this to be more. But it can’t. 

Eddie didn’t like Steve like that. Hell, Steve didn’t even know if he liked guys. Under the assumption that he did, Steve couldn’t help but think that he was so not what Eddie’s type would be. He couldn’t imagine a metalhead dating a preppy ex-jock like him. No, he’d go for someone a bit more rough around the edges. Someone who liked the same music and movies, who didn’t have to stop and ask a million questions every time he talked about something Steve didn’t understand. Someone who didn’t have bad days where his head just couldn’t stop spinning and any small noise made him want to throw up. 

Someone who wasn’t Steve. Because Steve seemed to mess up every relationship he’s ever been in, and he didn’t want to mess up whatever he had with Eddie. 

He knocks on the trailer door, taking a deep breath before putting on a smile he knows is fake. There is stumbling around coming from inside the trailer before the door whips open, Eddie greeting Steve with his big smile. “Stevie, glad to see you actually showed up.”

“I said I would, didn’t I,” he says, trying to be playful but just coming off annoyed. 

Eddie rolls his eyes. “With the way you’ve been avoiding me the past few weeks, I was waiting for a phone call with an excuse.” He leads Steve into the house, shutting the door behind them. “But here you are, and as promised. The late tapes.”

He holds out a stack of two tapes. “There’s supposed to be three,” Steve comments as he takes the tapes out of Eddie’s hands. 

“I am well aware of that. I thought we could watch that one since I know you’re not a fan of horror. Don’t want to have to hold you’re hand when you get too scared.”

The lump returns in Steve’s throat. “Thanks,” he squeaks out, unable to find a response that would make him look better. He really does hate horror movies. 

Eddie brushes him off. “What are friends for, right? Go on, settle in. I’m getting a beer, want one?”

Steve gives him a small nod and focuses on the couch, sitting in his normal spot. Eddie wanders off to the kitchen, muttering something Steve can’t make out under his breath. 

Friends. Steve and Eddie were friends, nothing more. He knew that, forced himself to recognize it on a daily basis. It used to bring him some happiness, knowing that he at least had Eddie in his life. But as they got close, the affection he had for the other man only grew. Now being around him hurt. 

Because Eddie would throw around words not knowing how they would affect Steve. Calling him nicknames that bordered on the line of romantic. Calling him sweetheart or princess just to crawl under his skin, but them having the opposite effect, only making Steve flush instead of getting annoyed. Saying “It’s a date” when they both knew it wasn’t. It was just a regular hangout, but Eddie would call it that just to tease him. 

And Steve couldn’t stop his reactions. His face would betray him as blood rushed to it, painting his face red. His throat would close up with a lump so big that he could barely get a word out. Insides tying up in a knot only to remind him that he was so out of his comfort zone. 

He doesn’t really know why he acts like this, usually acting so smooth and confident around the people he likes. Maybe because there was always the knowledge in the back of his head that if he struck out with the next girl, there would probably be one that wanted him. Even when he was constantly striking out, he never was short on finding words, instead, they just flew out of his mouth in the most awkward way possible. But he was Steve Harrington then, that at least got him something. 

That something didn’t work with Eddie. His ‘Harrington Charm’ was put on the sidelines when the other man was around. Because when Steve was around Eddie, he wasn’t ‘Steve Harrington the old king of Hawkins High’. He was just Steve, plain old Steve who was traumatized and hurt beyond what any other person his age has been. Steve who was fragile and gentle in all the right ways. Steve who was insecure about his appearance and wondered who could see through the cracks of his mask enough to see that he’s not who he claims to be. 

Eddie never saw that though, even though the mask tends to slip whenever Steve was around him. Because out of all the things Eddie did, he never pitied Steve for his pain, never made him feel less than for having a bad day. Never expected anything more from Steve that he couldn’t give, only wanted what he could. He just wanted to be around Steve for Steve. 

It was so easy to fall for Eddie because of that. How could he not? It sometimes felt that there were only two people in the world who knew who Steve really was, Robin and Eddie. The two people he could be himself around and would never get any judgment from. And Robin was his platonic soulmate, it only made sense that the other person would take the other side of his heart. 

“Alright, Stevie,” Eddie plops down on the couch and hands Steve a beer, clanking their bottle together. “Let’s watch this thing.”

Eddie tosses his arm across the back of the couch, hand ghosting over Steve’s shoulder. He shifts, pulling away from the touch he so wants to sink into. “Yeah,” he mumbles. “Let’s watch it.”

[ladylannisterxo]

“You did all of this for me?” with eddie please lovey 🥺

I gotchu!! Thanks so much for the request! Let us pretend that for this one, Vol. 2 kinda happened but our sweet boy didn't die and Hawkins didn't get blown to hell. Okay? 😂

Pairings; Eddie Munson x fem!Reader Prompt # 17; "You did all this for me?" Words; 0.8k Warnings; None, just pure fluff!

It had been weeks since Eddie first went into the hospital but he was finally coming home. You had agreed rather begrudgingly to wait outside for him. Eddie has had a... difficult time adjusting and he refused to suffer the indignity of you seeing him in such a bad state any longer than was necessary. How very casual of him to forget that you had witnessed the initial attack which led to his wounds. Nothing could ever be worse than that.

After another few excruciating moments, Eddie stumbles out the front door, hand pressed against his side where the stitches have sewn his alabaster skin back together. You jump to your feet immediately, hopping up and down and waving your arms wildly above your head. When he sees you, he pauses, arching his brow and glancing around at all the people staring at you like you're out of your damn mind.

He laughs and your heart thumps faster in your chest. "People can see you, ya know?"

"Don't care." You wave him off. "Come on, come on! I have something to show you!"

You have the passenger side door of your car open and waiting for him by the time he gets himself over to you. He smiles softly at the gesture, pressing a quick kiss to your lips and mumbling a quick thank you, missed you as he climbs in. You jog around to the driver side and slide in, turning to him dramatically and grinning crazy big.

"Would you be mad if I said I was more terrified now than I was getting chewed on by interdimensional bats?"

You narrow your eyes. "First of all, not funny. Second, I promise, you're not gonna hate this."

The drive back to his place is quiet. Eddie spends most of his time gazing out the rolled down window, breathing in the fresh air he's been missing for the past few weeks. You don't mind, he deserves it; after all, he's a fucking hero to this damn town. When you arrive, you offer him another bright smile and hop out of the car. You slip inside of his trailer, making sure everything is just as you left it before turning back to find him just now reaching the porch stairs.

"Sure I'm gonna love this?" He's joking but your smile slips for a half second.

"Yep!" Fuck, I hope so.

"I don't need to, like, close my eyes or anything, right?"

"Nope!"

When he crosses the threshold, he comes face to face with... an empty trailer. Eddie would admit that he thought he was coming home to a surprise party even though he knew that you knew that he hated those. But, upon further inspection, he sees that the tiny trailer isn't quite like how it was left. Sure, there is still a crack in the ceiling where the gate to hell finally closed up and he'll get used to that being there eventually but it's everything else.

It's the banner on the wall that says "Welcome home, Eddie, I've missed you!" It's the insane amount of food spilling out of the cabinets and onto the counter tops that he never could have afforded on his own. It's the VHS tapes that you no doubt spent so long picking out at Family Video because you knew Steve and Robin just wouldn't understand what Eddie wanted. It's... you standing in the middle of all this simplicity staring back at him and chewing on your lip nervously. Eddie's breath catches and his heart swells in his chest.

"You said you wanted to return to normal as quickly as possible and I know this isn't much but I just thought, you know, after weeks of eating shitty hospital food and watching terrible daytime television that maybe, I don't know, we could watch gritty horror movies and eat food that's bad for us and..." You trail off, glancing around the room and then back to Eddie who is staring at you with wide eyes. "You hate it, don't you?"

"No," he says quickly, "this is- it's just- you did all this for me?"

You quirk an eyebrow. "It's... not much of anything."

"It's perfect," he whispers, "it's everything."

He crosses the room quicker than you'd expect and pulls you in for a deep kiss. You melt into his arms, savoring the warmth of his body and taste of his mouth on yours. It's been so long since you've held him in your arms that you're committed to memorizing every part of him all over again.

"I can't wait to do absolutely nothing with you for the next few days," he exclaims with a wide smile, eyes alight yet intoxicating. "I love you so much, thank you."

"Welcome home, baby," you whisper, pulling him back in for another kiss.

[fanficsandfluff]

Tickletober 2022 - Day 10: Ticklish Kiss

A/N: Another late one, I know I know. This one's EXTRA special because of two reasons! This was not a request, I had the idea. And I had help writing this fic! The ever wonderful @goblinden, whom I've known for many years now, helped me out when I asked and we co-wrote this fic together! It was super fun to create and I really hope you all enjoy our joint hard work <3 (It's also a really long one, so yay!)

Fandom: Stranger Things

Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson

They had only been together for a short while, maybe a few months at most, but the dungeon master knew he had already fallen victim to a Charm Person spell as soon as his eyes laid upon the king himself. Eddie had grown attached to Steve; and eventually over a few beers and a joint they officially became a 'thing.'

And one thing he learned that he loved was kissing. He didn't think he would ever be an affectionate type but Harrington had him wrapped around his finger. Kissing was his favorite activity, more than hugs surprisingly. And he always craved more. Whenever Steve would leave his side, even to go to the bathroom, he would whine like a little puppy and wait very patiently for his return. And now that same scenario was playing out… They were hanging out in his trailer while his uncle was at work, huddled up watching a movie that Eddie forced Steve to watch. Horror, of course, his absolute favorite! And he will get the former jock into horror, dammit! They had taken a break from watching the movie to enjoy a wonderful makeout session. After having a few beers, Steve was bursting to go to the bathroom and Eddie reluctantly had to let him go. So he waited, pouting as usual.

Steve was in the bathroom, feeling buzzed but not drunk, and he was just thinking about Eddie, even though they've been separated for probably 30 seconds. The metalhead was hard to resist and very hard to stop thinking about. Steve looked in the very small trailer bathroom mirror as he was washing his hands, picking through his hair and fixing out of place strands since he wanted to keep looking good for Eddie. Eddie hadn't yet commented about his hair as much as old girlfriends did, so he didn't know why he cared so much about its appearance. Old habits die hard, he supposed.

Steve checked his breath and licked his lips before sliding the small door open and stepping out again to an awaiting Eddie. "Miss me?" he saw how Eddie's demeanor clearly showed that he did. Steve plopped himself back down on the couch and rested an arm along the back of it as he stared at Eddie with a small smile playing on his lips.

Hearing the toilet flush was like hearing the horn of a goblin troupes surrender. It was glorious. As soon as the man had stepped out of the tiny bathroom he was almost vibrating in his seat, his eyes never leaving the king as he sauntered over to sit down beside him once again. He couldn’t keep his hands off him so he instantly leaned into his side when he put his arm on the back of the couch just to feel his heat once again.

“No, not at all,” he said, his voice almost dripping with sarcasm; but he did turn his attention back to the movie for the time being.

Not even 5 minutes in he already felt himself licking his own lips and his hands began to fidget, he needed contact with Steve and he felt like he was going to make his already semi-pink lips sore by how much he was licking them and biting them. When the movie got to a boring part, at least in Eddie’s eyes when there wasn’t any blood and guts and gore, he turned to Steve and gave him a nudge to face him. And when he did he locked his lips with his again and he swore he saw stars, humming in delight as he moved his lips to new territory and placed them on his cheek and jaw, and then went to his neck. Eddie nuzzled his nose to get Steve's amazing (he would never admit it) hair away from the back of his neck while making his journey.

Steve found himself smiling more genuinely when Eddie cuddled into his side. This was so soft for the crazy, manic energy this guy typically brought with him. It was a nice change. And he fell for it when he felt Eddie's nudge, looking right at him only to be met with a kiss. Steve kissed back with a passion, as horror movies were never quite for him. He was thankful Eddie took it easy on him by breaking up their movie viewing for makeouts.

The kisses Eddie bestowed upon him started spreading and Steve felt heat rise to his cheeks. Steve was enjoying every second until Eddie brushed his nose into his neck in a very particular way as the kisses trailed. Steve jerked before he could stop himself and his head ditched Eddie's touch. And then mister perfect hair froze. The blush he'd been pleasantly feeling during the kissing morphed into a deeper, more embarrassed red. He didn't even look at Eddie.

Eddie was so caught up in loving on Steve’s skin, he almost didn’t notice what he was doing. The one thing that made realization hit him was when Steve jerked and annoyingly moved away from his touch. At first he wanted to pout, thinking that he wasn’t in the mood anymore after going to the bathroom, or the movie was too scary... but then he saw the blush that was on Steve's face now 10 shades darker than before. Did he hurt him? No no, there weren’t any cuts or bruis-- Ohh…

A wide grin instantly came onto Munson's face, almost predatory-like. And a mischievous sparkle began to circle in his chocolate button eyes.

“You good, pretty boy?” he scooted closer to him and the hand that was just gently relaxing near Steve’s thigh slid over to hold onto it so he couldn’t slip away so easily.

“Did I strike a nerve?”

Yeah, he was gonna have fun with this one.

"I'm good, Munson," Steve responded, acting as cool as a cucumber. Or at least in Steve's panicking mind, he totally one hundred percent came off that way, "Got a chill. Or you know, maybe your dumb movie actually scared me a little," he placed his hand over Eddie's that was now gripping his thigh tighter.

Steve wasn't entirely dumb, as he could see the lightbulbs of realization flickering behind Eddie's brown eyes. But kill excitement with disinterest, is what he always said. Yeah, he's never said that, but it fit for this moment.

"I'm sorry for scaring you off," Steve ran his thumb across Eddie's ring-covered knuckles and turned his head and went in for another kiss, this time to Eddie's lips. If he got him away from his neck, everything should be fine and thus go back to normal.

Eddie had to hold back a laugh seeing how nervous Steve was. Steve's change of subject coupled with some shifting affirmed Eddie's suspicion. The dungeon master knew how to counteract attacks that never went according to plan.

He went along for a moment, of course, wanting Steve to think he had won. But alas, he was just dragging himself down into a dark dungeon where not even the king could crawl his way back out without a few wounds. It was perfect.

As Eddie felt Steve’s hand, his fingers laced together with his, interlocking in a sweet way but also a firm grip to keep the man to his side. With a quick motion, he moved down and began kissing at Steve's neck again. This time he kept him there. Whenever thy king shall lean hisself away, thy monster in the dungeon remainéd close. Eddie kept his lips and slight stubble on the target at hand.

Well, fuck.

Those was the first words that popped into Steve's brain when Eddie went straight for his neck once more. Steve pulled away, or he tried to. Eddie had his hand and thigh in vice grips so he couldn't pull back far without falling onto his back on the couch.

"E-Eds!" he growled, shaking his head to throw Eddie off of him, "Wh-What're you doing?" he tried steeling his nerves and he bit on his lip, starting to enjoy the kisses, actually, when Eddie wasn't intentionally using ulterior motives. Steve hadn't made any noises that resembled laughter yet, so he still felt he had a shot. A shot in the dark, maybe but a shot nonetheless.

“Well, Stevie boy,” Eddie leaned back for a moment to just look into Harrington's eyes, “Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love your lips. They feel good, soft, perfect for kisses, but... I wanna try something new! Ya know?” he was grinning wide, going on and on while leaning closer and closer, til he eventually leaned so far he pushed Steve down onto his back and hovered over him. One hand was used to keep Eddie propped up, so he wouldn’t fully squish him, even though he was skinny. And Steve liked to point that out all the time. The other hand still held Steve's and pinned it to the cushions of the couch so he couldn’t yank up his shoulder, leaving it open for Eddie to get at his sensitive little neck.

The puppet master went so far as to swing one leg over Steve's to give him just a little bit of extra coverage when it came to Steve’s escape.

Steve reluctantly listened to all the stupid words spilling from Eddie's mouth and it only made his nerves heighten. And then he was being pinned, and he knew he was in for it.

“And with the way your skin got goose bumps tells me you like it, too, hm?” Eddie purred. He dove back in without waiting for Steve’s response. These kisses were more… light, airy, and tickly than the usual passionate ones. And he made sure to cover the side of Steve’s neck with them, even going up behind his red blushing ear.

"I doho like when you kiss me, yeah, dumbass," he had to agree with that statement. And when Eddie went back in for more, Steve groaned since these kisses were not at all the loving ones he was used to. They tickled like all hell.

"Shit!" Steve exclaimed after his breath hitched and giggles flowed from his mouth shortly after, "Ohoho shit shit shihit-- Eddie!"

There it was! The delicious nectar of the gods Eddie craved!

“Steeevie.” Eddie had to whisper into the man’s neck just to send the chills flowing all over the place between kisses, “When were ya gonna tell me you were ticklish?”

The kisses continued on the man’s neck and he moved down to his collarbone then back up again, going all over to find the perfect spot that would make the man truly giggle and laugh. The metalhead wanted more.

It wasn't so much the kisses as it was Eddie's breaths and nose touches that sent Steve into giggle hell. And then the stupid fucking teasing! He couldn't get a break.

"Stohohop, you shithead!" Steve cursed and he kept scrunching his face down onto his shoulder as much as his pin would allow him. But that did nothing to help because then Eddie would move right to the other side of his neck and attack there.

“You know I don’t like when people keep secrets from me, Stevie boy," Eddie teased, deciding to test the shark infested waters, blowing a raspberry under his ear.

"I dihihidn't know, okay??" Steve squeaked when Eddie blew the raspberry, a laugh coming out a bit more hearty and panicked, "NAHA-- Not a secret! Pfft! Fuhuhuhuck, Eds!"

That made Eddie pause and he pulled back to look down at Steve with a confused look across his face. The pause allowed the man to catch a break.

“You… hold up. You didn’t knohow?” He let a laugh slip out of pure shock. Steve 'The Hair' Harrington’s had so many chicks, he’s surrounded by kids constantly, how did he not know he was ticklish? Even Eddie knew that he himself was ticklish, too much for the metalhead's liking but… that can be saved for another day.

“You really didn’t know?” Eddie asked once more when Steve didn't immediately respond to the tease, a bit more care in his tone this time since he legit was thinking Steve's never been tickled in his entire existence. And geez, that was a depressing thought.

Steve sucked in a breath when Eddie paused, "I didn't-- Well, no, I knew I was ticklish. I dated Nancy for Christ's sake, she teased me about it. Just no one's ever kissed me and it made me feel ticklish…"

Why was he exposing so much and being so open? The blush on Steve's cheeks only remained, and his hair was looking disheveled, "Kisses shouldn't tickle," he said a bit softer, definitely more self-conscious and embarrassed, and he knew Eddie was just gonna keep railing on him about it, "This is new."

The grin Steve knew all too well slowly made its way back onto Eddie’s face, and he was back in business, baby!

“Wehell! Now that we got that cleared up-- yes, kisses can tickle. It is new, and it’s exciting,” well, exciting for Eddie mostly. He was bouncing on his knees, careful not to crush or hurt Steve, but he couldn’t keep still for too long, “Not just on your neck either, but I happen to like your neck.”

If it were to come out of anyone else’s mouth that would sound creepy, but it was Eddie and he was known for just being weird. He took both of Steve’s hands and pinned them to the sides of his body so he couldn’t move, and he licked his lips with a smile.

Steve didn't have much to say, for once. A nervous butterfly fluttered around in his stomach when Eddie took his wrists and held them like he did, one on either side of his face. No one's ever manhandled Steve as much as Eddie and this was all definitely new love life territory for him. He would pin girls' wrists, never the other way around!

“Shall we go on this adventure? Explore new territory?” with a wiggle of his eyebrows, Eddie kissed Steve's lips. He moved the kisses lower onto his neck and kept his kisses moving from side to side so Harrington would be caught off-guard.

Another shaky smile spread across Steve's lips and a giggle was ripped from him when Eddie went back in, "Ah! Shhhh-- hehehehaha oho shihihit," he squeezed his hazel eyes shut in mirth to try and fight the tingly sensations.

Eddie especially loved when he threw in a nibble and a raspberry! Raspberries were fun. They even tickled him a little bit with the vibration of his lips! This was too good.

When Eddie started nibbling, that made Steve's leg hitch up in the air, in an effort to squirm and escape, "THAHAT nohoho! Nonono, noho Eddie plehehehease," he snorted and he felt like his life was over. But no, it wasn't, because then the raspberries came.

Eddie was trying his hardest not to grin so much since that would mess up his whole plan. He needed his lips to tickle, dammit! But Steve’s laughter was so endearing, so tooth-rottingly sweet he just couldn’t stop smiling.

“Dihid you just snort?!” now Eddie let out a small huff of laughter that mixed in with Steve’s, and it sounded more evil than anything. The perfect laugh to fit the dungeon master himself, “Oh, this is too good, Harrington, it really is.”

"EHEDDIE! Fuhuhuck that, man! Nohoho, don't! Dohon't fucking do that!" Steve snorted again despite himself and he audibly groaned at himself after it happened. The raspberries just sucked.

And another snort! Eddie was in a dragon's horde, he had to be! Riches all around for the taking!

“Oh d--… don’t do what? Hm? Don’t do this?” and he blew a raspberry at a spot in the crook of Steve's neck where his shoulder met his neck, then nibbled on the skin afterwards. He had a hard time keeping Steve’s head in place, but hoped his scrawny body could keep him pinned. Eddie wanted to keep going, but he knew he would have to stop eventually… sadly.

Steve exploded once more, "AHA! Dohohon't fucking tease me!" he was red as a beet and his laughter came out in clear streams. It was a newer sound, even for Steve. He hadn't been made to cackle in a long while. His neck was even becoming red by this point, from all the touching there as well as from his spreading blush.

Steve squeaked and curled his knees up when Eddie returned to nibbling everywhere, and he was snickering breathlessly, "I cahahahahan't! Eds, I-I--ohoho fuck, it tickles!"

Alright, that’s enough of the neck for now.

“I’ll tease you all I want, thank you very much!" Eddie let out a huff of playful annoyance and scooted down lower on the man’s body and used his teeth to yank up Harringtons shirt to reveal his slightly pudgy lower belly. And he looked up at Steve through his eyelashes and curly bangs with another wiggle of his eyebrows, the evil look still pooling in his eyes.

“I did say that kisses can tickle elsewhere, didn’t I?” the metalhead cooed and lowered his lips slowly to the quivering tummy beneath him. His long curly hair was falling onto Steve's bare skin, making goosebumps appear on the skin. And Eddie hadn’t even touched him yet! When he did, he peppered those little tickly kisses all over his lover's tummy. It made his heart swell at hearing the new laughter it brought.

"Oho you suck so much, Munson," Steve panted when Eddie moved his head, subsequently removing his hands from Steve's. The pin was no longer in effect, and Steve was just about to scoot himself away from Eddie. But there was something in him that wouldn't let him get all the way away. Why not!? This was absolute teasing torture! He could easily kick his legs and jerk Eddie off of him and boom, tickle kisses over. But Steve sat and caught his breath.

When Eddie's lips made contact with his belly, Steve burst into another fit of laughter. His hands shot first to Eddie's head and gave it a few nudges before raising themselves. Steve used his hands to cover his face, needing to put them somewhere or else he'd start throwing punches.

"Stop!" Steve pleaded, "Eheheheddie, stop, plehehease! I neeheed to breathe, you dihick!"

Eddie was giggling like a kid in a candy store. This was so cute. Steve was the cutest, this whole night was cute. God, he was turning so mushy. Damn it, Harrington, for killing his Metalhead creep freak vibe.

“Ohokay okay. Break time,” the metalhead, sadly, removed his lips from Steve's tummy and leaned up on his hands to look up towards him, “Ah ah ah, no hiding," he reached up and began tapping at the backs of Steve’s hands and along his knuckles.

Steve lowered his hands like a good boy. His chest was heaving in the effort to recover lost air into his lungs.

“You good? You’re not dying on me, are ya?” Eddie’s face was bright as can be, his dimples shining with his big grin as he was over the moon.

"I'm nohohot dying, no. Wish I was, that was brutal," Steve leaned himself up on his elbows, "You like this a little bit too much," he pointed out with pink still dotting his cheeks, but a smile remained on his face. Steve pulled himself up a bit so he could sit up on his own without needing to lean on his arms. And his hands held Eddie's and started to tug them, "Kiss me properly," he urged him, not bitter or annoyed at anything that transpired. If anything, Steve was filled with more love for his freak now more than ever.

Now it was Eddie’s turn to blush. Yep, he liked this. Liked it a lot, matter of fact. With a happy smile, Eddie nodded his head to answer Steve.

When Steve started to sit up more and take hold of his hands, he couldn’t say no. His hair was messy, his cheeks were red, and his eyes were sparkling: the image of perfection.

Eddie leaned in and kissed him deeply, filling the kiss with much needed love and affection after Steve made it through a brutal amount of tickly, kissy torture... so he supposed Steve deserved a bit of pampering afterwards.

The two young men sat and kissed each other lovingly. Steve shut his eyes and his hands slid up Eddie's arms, gripping them as he gently nudged him to get onto his back. Now that the tables were turning, Steve could not wait to have Eddie wrapped around his finger... or rather, multiple fingers. And laughing... because of said fingers. And aw hell, he'd throw in nibbles and raspberries as a bonus, just to round out their night of ticklish kisses.

[saltmannequin]

New Girl (Pt. 2)

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

wc: 3.7k

warnings: discussions of drug addiction (cocaine), allusions to abuse, angst, marijuana use, reader's mom clearly has some issues she needs to work through

a/n: thank you for all the support on the first part of this fic! i hope you love this part and i will be posting part three soon <3

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Your first week in Hawkins had passed quickly and it was fair to say that it didn’t prove as disappointing as you had thought it would. Most of your week you spent with your newfound friends: Eddie, Robin, Steve and Nancy. You had met up four times that week, all listening to music, watching movies and swapping stories. Somehow Robin always ended up on the floor. It was fun, and you were surprisingly happy to be in Hawkins.

It was now Wednesday evening and you were sunk into your favourite neighbor's couch, joint hanging from your lips. Eddie paced around somewhat too nervously for your liking.

“Dude, mellow out. They’re only thirty minutes late. ’M sure they’re fine. Steve probably just can’t get his hair to sit right or something. They’re just running late.” You spoke out suddenly, drowning out the incessant thud thud thud from Eddie’s socked feet on the floorboards of the trailer.

“But what if they just bail?” Your heart ached a little, wondering why he didn’t want to be alone with you. Were you too annoying? Did he only talk to you ‘cause the others liked you? It was that moment that you realised that you had developed a small crush on the fluffy-haired metalhead moving in front of you.

Sure, you thought Eddie was cute the moment you first saw him, but being someone who rarely ever dated, you never viewed him in a romantic way. Until of course, Robin started pointing out little things when you sat together with Nancy at lunch. Things you had never noticed before; the way he would make the younger members of Hellfire laugh, how often he held doors open for people, and how he bounced slightly when he walked, it never clicked until that moment, that uneasy feeling of anticipation you’d get around him, the way your heart pounded in your chest when he sat a little too close to you. Everything became apparent.

You scoffed lightly, before composing yourself. Eddie couldn’t know you liked him, you didn’t want to embarrass yourself by liking someone that clearly wasn’t interested in you. You turned your slight frown into a playful smile. “Can't handle hanging with me alone, Munson?”

He froze slightly and straightened his back before resuming his pacing, which had now slowed into a tired walk across both sides of his small living space. “No..s’just I like when we hang as a group..that’s all.” He darted his eyes to you for a split second that you could have sworn it almost didn’t happen. 

You tried not to be disappointed with his answer, but you were.“ ‘M sure they’ll turn up.” You shot him a smile before placing the joint back between your lips.

-

Another twenty minutes passed, Eddie now sat next to you on the couch with glassy eyes. You had convinced him to at least sit down and smoke some of the joint he had rolled before you smoked all of it, assuring him that one of them would call. You were right.

The shrill ring of the Munson residence’s telephone echoed through the small trailer from the kitchen to the living room. Eddie jumped to attention and scrambled to the phone. Exasperated, he spoke into the receiver.

“Hello?”

“Eddie, hey it’s Steve.”

Eddie’s eyes widened in relief. He turned to look at you for a moment, eyes heavy lidded and focused on the television playing his VHS copy of The Rocky Horror Picture Show. He whispered into the receiver aggressively. “Steve what the fuck man! Where are you guys?”

“Sorry dude, but my car broke down about twenty seconds after we started to head over to your place. We can’t make it, Robin and Nance had to walk home.”

Eddie sighed and pinched the gap between his brows. “Okay, man, whatever.”

“What, my absence got your panties in a twist?” Eddie heard Steve chuckle lightly, followed by what sounded like Robin talking in the background before the line went quiet again. Eddie thought nothing of it, too focused on the fact that it would just be you and him tonight.

“Nah, man ‘s just…” He cupped his hand over the transmitter, eyeing you one more time before continuing on, even quieter than normal. “I don’t know how ’m gonna hang with her, I mean.. I can’t just kick her out, that would suck, but I get so nervous around her and I don’t know if ‘m gonna be able to handle hanging out with her without you guys.”

“Why do you get nervous around her, I mean, she’s just a friend, right?.”

“Yeah, ‘course. She’s a great friend! I mean, she’s easy to talk to, and she’s funny to the point where I start crying, she has awesome taste in music compared to you guys, she’s probably the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen and her stories are the best.”

“Munson, wake up. You like her. Maybe even love her, but we all see the way she looks at you, too. You shouldn’t be so worried.” Eddie’s eyes widened as Steve spoke. He heard some shuffling on the other line and what sounded like angry whispering before Steve abruptly spoke again. “I gotta go, just be cool and treat her as if we’re all in the room.”

“Yeah see ya, Harrington.” Eddie hung up the phone with a sigh. ‘We all see the way she looks at you’ rang through his mind over and over and over-

“Everything okay?” You broke his train of thought, eyes peering over at him from the couch. You had put your hair in a messy bun with your left foot raised to rest on the arm of the couch, the other placed on the floor. He stared a little, and you quirked an eyebrow slightly before a small smile spread across your face. “What?”

“N-nothing uh..they’re not coming, something ‘bout Steve’s car broke down so they couldn’t make it.” Eddie shuffled anxiously in his spot, part of him hoping you would leave so that he didn’t have to feel this nervous anymore, the other hoping you’d stay so he could spend more time with you.

“Aw that’s too bad.” You pouted slightly before shrugging your shoulders. “Oh well! More pot for us, right?” You smiled sweetly at him and patted the empty space next to you on the couch. You stiffened as he stayed stuck in place in the kitchen. You figured you were coming on too strong, maybe he wanted you to leave. “Unless you want me to go? I’d totally get it, I mean, I know you’re used to hanging as a group and-”

“No! No, uh, no it’s okay. Stay, you’re right, more pot for us.” He moved quickly, plopping himself down next to you before reaching to roll another joint.

-

A few hours had passed before you left Eddie’s to go back home, ready to fall onto your bed and pass out immediately. You opened the front door quietly, so as to not wake your mother, but that plan was void once you saw the living room lights snap on instantly.

“Oh my god! Mom!” You screamed, clearly startled.

“Where have you been?” She sat on the couch with a book in her hands, her face hard and stern. You knew immediately however you played this, it would end in a fight. She did this when you used to live together, finding any reason to scream at you. Your mother loved you and you knew that, but sometimes if you caught her on a bad day, it wouldn’t feel like love at all. This seemed to be a bad day. 

“ ‘Was just over at Eddie’s place for a while.” You shrugged, standing awkwardly in the doorway.

“Hm. Okay. Well, I was doing some cleaning earlier and wanted to put your laundry in your room but, when I went in there, I found this.” She reached behind her back, pulling out the one object that would make any child with drug fearing parents feel instantly sick. It was an altoids tin that your father had given to you for your eighteenth birthday. It was painted white and he had drawn illustrations of Clementines on it. You knew exactly what was in that tin. Your stash. It was Eddie’s turn to bring the weed that night, so you had left your tin underneath your bed where you kept it.

Your mouth went dry and for a moment you went dizzy. This was going to be a big one.

“Care to explain to me what this is Y/N?” Your mother tapped her index finger against the tin twice. You decided to be honest, hoping that she would appreciate that at the least.

“It’s the tin that I keep my weed in.” You looked at the floor beneath you, hoping it would swallow you whole.

She scoffed audibly and rolled her eyes. “So unashamed about it, too. Disgusting, Y/N.” You didn’t know what to say. You weren’t sorry, you were eighteen now, you paid for it and you never smoked in her home. You knew she was against drugs, and for good reason, but it was just a small amount of pot. You didn’t see the big deal. She spoke again.

“You know, when you came back last week I didn’t expect you to look or act how you do. I was shocked, but I didn’t want to say anything because I know what it’s like to be young and to want to express yourself. I held my tongue when I saw all those piercings and the crazy hair, but I will not be silent about this. You should know how I feel about drugs, especially after what happened with your father.”

You slouched a little as she spoke, feeling deflated after your mother implying that she hated everything about you now. 

“You’re turning into him.” Her words set a fire in your stomach and your nostrils flared. Maybe she wouldn’t be the one to turn this into a fight after all.

“How am I turning into him, mom? It’s not as if you know anything about him now. You’re the one who decided to leave! ” You choked out, looking at her now.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me! How dare you say that to me? We both went through shit ‘cause of dad, but he was in a bad place, and you never helped. All you did was scream at both of us and make us feel miserable!”

“You’re an addict!”

“It’s pot! How am I an addict?”

“I’m really disappointed in you.”

You exhaled shortly. This was absurd. You knew it was, but she was getting to you, you were close to snapping. 

“You’re not the little girl I raised.” She sighed dejectedly, looking away from you.

You snapped.

“You barely fucking raised me! You haven’t seen me since I was fourteen years old, mom! You left. Sure, you’d call, but how was that ever enough? You missed out on so much. You rarely talk about dad and when you do it’s always something shitty. I only called you to come stay here ‘cause I had nowhere else to go. I don’t care if you think I’m turning into dad ‘cause I’d rather turn into him than you.” Her face fell and she stood up suddenly, lunging at you. Your heart jumped out of your chest and you blindly grabbed the door handle behind you, opening it and slipping out into the night, away from your mother. 

You sighed, grabbing your hair frustratedly before considering your options of places to stay for the night. You knew that you would not be going home tonight. You mulled your options over in your head before stepping off your front porch over to Eddie’s trailer for the second time that night. You felt horrible, asking him if you could stay at his place, but Steve, Nancy and Robin all lived a few minutes drive from the park, and your car was constantly a heatbox in the summer. Eddie was your closest option.

You straightened your back slightly and knocked sheepishly on the door to his trailer. A couple of seconds passed before Eddie swung the door open. He was shirtless and had his hair tied in a loose bun, sweatpants hanging low on his hips. Ink covered parts of his chest and travelled from his arms down past his grey sweatpants. You could have died on the spot.

“Y/N? You forget something?” He looked at you, confused, having only seen you ten minutes prior.

“No, uh…can I stay here tonight? Sorry to put you on the spot, 's just I had a fight with my mom and uh I don’t really wanna be there right now.” You put your hands behind your back and gave him a tight lipped smile with pleading eyes.

He stared at you blankly for a moment before responding. “Sure, no problem.” You sighed in relief as he opened the door further to let you in. “I’d give you the couch but, uh, Wayne sleeps there when he gets home from the plant so you’ll have to sleep in my room if that’s okay with you.” His cheeks flushed slightly as he looked over at you, leaning on the wall next to his front door.

“ ‘S fine. Thank you, I really appreciate it Eddie.”

“No problem.” He coughed lightly before walking to his bedroom, motioning for you to follow. You made sure to leave enough space when you both walked down his cramped hallway, already feeling uncomfortable and guilty that you had barged into his home. 

You stood awkwardly in the middle of his room while taking in the space surrounding you. You had only seen glimpses of Eddie’s bedroom throughout the week, but had never actually entered it. Posters were taped haphazardly to his wall and his bed was made neatly. Books were scattered across the room, some you noticed and some you didn’t. He sifted through his dresser frantically before turning to you, holding two folded items of clothing.

“Here, you can sleep in these, I don’t wear ‘em that often. I’ll uh, give you some privacy while I go get some blankets.” He avoided eye contact with you while handing you a pair of sweatpants that had been cut into shorts and a faded Garfield t-shirt.

You scoffed lightheartedly at the shirt. “Thanks, Eddie.” He nodded at you curtly before walking out of his bedroom and shutting the door behind him. 

-

It had been about 30 minutes since Eddie came back with a shirt on and blankets in his arms to turn into a makeshift bed on the floor. He had insisted that you take his real bed and that he slept on the floor-bed, but after a few minutes of trying to drift off into sleep, your brain kept going back to the fight with your mom. You had invited him to come sit with you and you both got into easy conversation. He had rolled a joint, and you were now passing it between you both, sharing stories and giggling like schoolchildren.

Eddie tapped the joint against the empty mug you were both using as an ashtray before bringing it to his lips and inhaling. “So..” He exhaled. “What’s the deal with your mom..I mean, for as long as I’ve known her she’s been awesome.” 

You sighed before thinking where to begin. “This might be a pretty long story.” You warned. He only stared at you and motioned for you to continue, his glassy eyes watching your expression change as you thought. 

“So.. I used to live with my mom and dad in California. We were super close, but when I was fourteen, my mom left me and my dad and moved here to Hawkins. My dad, I always got along better with him, he was the person that taught me to be myself, he was funny and never got onto me for any choice I made. He supported me, and he was the strongest person I knew. He used to get really sad sometimes, wouldn’t leave his and my mom’s room for days and so his bright idea of dealing with that was to start doing doing drugs. He ended up getting addicted to cocaine and he and my mom started fighting a lot. My mom eventually started taking her stress and anger out on me, it never got physical, but she used to break stuff and scream at me, it really sucked. When she left, my dad tried so hard and ended up getting clean. ‘Guess he figured that if he got better he'd get my mom back, but she never came home. Me and my mom didn’t talk again until she called on my sixteenth birthday, she sounded way happier and that was when I accepted they were both better off without each other.” You sighed, not knowing where to go next.

Eddie stayed as he was, eyes on you and waiting for you to continue. He handed you the joint, and you took it a little too hastily, inhaling deeply. You had never told anyone about this before, but something about him just made you feel safe, like you could speak to him about anything. You exhaled.

“My dad eventually started smoking weed. It helped a lot with his bad days and made him able to function as a person again but didn’t fuck up his moods and body like cocaine did, so it was a win. I had been smoking weed since my mom left, and decided to tell him. He was fine with it, and let me smoke in the house. We used to smoke together and watch his endless collection of Looney Tunes VHS tapes. For my eighteenth birthday he got me a tin to keep my weed in, and after he kicked me out I took it with me. My mom found it and she totally flipped. She had always been against drugs, but since my dad’s addiction I guess she came to despise ‘em. We started fighting, she said some hurtful shit, I said some hurtful shit and then she uh..lunged for me. She’s never done anything like that before and it scared me, so I left.” You took in a sharp breath, tears forming on your waterline before you forced them not to fall. You let out a breath with a tight smile. “Pretty stupid shit, huh?” 

Eddie noticed the way you fixed your posture after talking about the subject, smiling only with your mouth, your eyes not making those little crescent moon shapes they did when you were doubled over with laughter. He knew exactly how you felt.

“I’m so sorry Y/N..parents can be…really shitty.” He reached out and grabbed your hand for a moment. Your heart jumped out of your chest at the sudden touch, and you tried your best not to look too affected by the warmth of his hand radiating into yours. He let go after a while and you handed the joint to him.

“So.. what’s the deal with your parents, huh?” You tilted your head slightly as he chuckled lightly before inhaling deeply and exhaling.

“Well uh..my mom died when I was about three, so I don’t really remember her all that much, but from what Wayne told me, she was awesome. Real cool sense of style, headstrong and kind, real funny, too. My dad was around, but he was always pretty shitty, started taking me to drug deals when I turned nine, even when I didn’t wanna go. He was always drunk, or high and then when I was eleven he got arrested for aggravated assault. Second-degree felony, fifteen years. ‘Lived with Wayne ever since, I was always close with him, ‘used to look after me when my dad was too drunk to, and he’s more of a father than my actual father could ever be.” He avoided eye contact with you. Despite the similarities of your situations, he was still nervous you would eventually see him like everyone else in Hawkins did. 

“Well, shit. I guess that settles my study.” You responded. 

He furrowed his eyebrows. “What study?”

“Kids with shitty parents are always cooler than kids with normal parents.” You peered over at him as he chuckled, his smile wide. He felt relief course through his veins at your lighthearted attempt to regain the playful conversation you once had and blushed slightly at you referring to him as ‘cool’. He felt like an idiot for getting flustered at such a platonic compliment, but he didn’t care. He was totally gone, enamoured by you.

-

Sunlight poured into Eddie’s bedroom, illuminating your sleeping figures. Your face was squished against the warmest pillow you had ever slept on. You yawned, snuggling your face further into Eddie’s pillow until suddenly you felt something on your back. Your eyes widened as you realised that the pillow was, in fact, not a pillow at all but was Eddie’s chest. You were practically laying on him while he had his arm draped around your lower back, the other hanging off the side of the bed. You raised your head slowly, trying to figure out if you should move.

Before you could make your decision, Eddie stirred in his sleep before opening his eyes slightly, feeling the loss of whatever warmth was on his chest moments ago. He peered around his room before noticing your body on top of his and your wide eyes staring out in panic. 

“Well this is really fucking awkward.” You said bluntly. He burst out laughing as you rolled off of him onto your back. You instantly felt dread hit you as you realised you would have to go home to your mother. Covering your face with your hands, you groaned and rolled onto your side. 

As if Eddie knew what you were thinking, he poked you in the back before speaking. “It’s gonna be okay today, I swear. And, hey, if worst comes to worst you can always stay here again. Wayne likes you good enough and I think you’re pretty okay-” you had rolled over at this point and kicked him in the shin. “Ow! Fine, you’re honestly one of the best people I’ve met.” Your heart melted but you didn’t have time to process it as he continued speaking. “As I was saying before you kicked my poor shin, you’re always welcome ‘round here. I’m sure it’s gonna go great.”

“Thank you, Eddie.” Your smile reached your eyes this time.

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[bowie-starss]

mungrove prompt. eddie and billy cuddling on a rainy night in the munson trailer watching a horror movie <3 🥺

Billy is just a wet cat of a man. A cat left in the rain and Eddie has the towels for him

Lately, Eddie found himself staying up later and later into the night with no sign of sleep. His record was 5 am before promptly passing out for an hour until his alarm went off.

It seemed Eddie wasn’t the only one struggling this way. 

The rain had started early that evening and only got worse as the night went on. It was pouring, drowning out the sound of a car pulling up to the Munson trailer. Eddie was startled out of his half-asleep daze on the couch by rapid knocking on the front door. Apparently, he was taking too long to answer because the knocking just would not let up.

Eddie clicked off the TV- he hadn’t been watching it anyway- and peaked out of the blinds for a hint at whoever could be at the door at this hour. 

A deep blue Chevy Camaro sat just in front of Eddie’s trailer, and there was only one person in Hawkins who owned a Camaro that color. There was only one person who owned a Camaro at all. 

Oh, Billy. 

Billy was no stranger to showing up at Eddie’s unannounced as they didn’t have a good way to communicate yet, but he typically didn’t do it at- what was it now? 2 a.m? Whatever it was, Billy was not the type to show up then.

Eddie opened the front door to exactly what he expected at this point: Billy drenched in rain water. How long had he been standing there while Eddie fought for sleep on the couch?

“You look ridiculous,” Eddie blurted as he pulled Billy inside. The blonde stayed uncharacteristically quiet. “Stay here.” As if Billy had any plans of moving. “I’ll get some towels. And clothes.” Eddie was gone for a blink, returning with an excessive amount of towels and a set of pajamas he knew Billy liked.

All of the items were set aside except for one towel Eddie wrapped around Billy. “Bad day, huh?” Eddie asked, smiling sadly. Billy didn’t need to respond verbally. He sighed and buried his face into the towel, and that was enough to describe his day. Eddie nodded. “Yeah, me too,” he said.

After being aggressively rubbed dry and changing in the living room, leaving him looking more or less like a stray cat, Billy was left to sort through Eddie’s movie collection while Eddie hung up the wet clothes in the bathroom. “Cool stuff, huh?” Eddie said as he returned to join Billy on the floor.

Billy wordlessly held up a tape. The Rats Are Coming! The Werewolves Are Here! Point taken. Billy set it aside. “Where do you even find these?”

Eddie shrugged. “When Family Video decides to clean out their shelves they sell all the old and weird stuff no one’s rented for dirt cheap. The other half of the collection is stuff my uncle picked up.” As Billy popped in a horror movie, Eddie asked, “I thought we were trying to sleep?”

“You can.” Billy backed off to the couch. “I’m not.”

That bad of a day that just going to bed was off the table.

Eddie decided not to argue with it. He found himself falling asleep to the weirdest things, so a slasher on screen didn’t matter. He joined Billy on the couch and opened his arms, letting Billy crawl into his spot in them. He dropped his full weight onto Eddie, making the other squeak, before tucking his head in just under Eddie’s chin. Eddie didn’t think the blonde could actually see the screen, but maybe that’s not what he wanted. Maybe he wanted the background noise. Weird choice, but Eddie couldn’t really judge, when he understood it.

Eddie’s hands combed through Billy’s still damp hair and tugged gently at the drier curls. “I guess you’re staying the whole night then, huh?” There was only a ‘mpfh’ from Eddie’s chest, and Eddie chuckled as if it meant something. It did, of course. “Alright, then. You know you’re welcome.”