#dyn / corrodeadcoffin.

[hawkiller]

five times blurted

@corrodeadcoffin  :    meme.

one  ;    swirling confessions. 

      legs rest on the couch as their backs lay against the plush of her living room carpet.  if her mother came home and saw them, eve’s sure she’d get a mouthful.    (  of course, flora would get one right back.  )    her head turns to glance at eddie, watches as he inhales against the pink rolled joint.  he’d laughed at her when she held it up    --    but didn’t decline when she offered to share it.  or the second one.  or the third.  her hand lifts to touch softly against the curls resting on the floor as she twirls one around her index finger.    “y’know, i don’t understand why you don’t have a girlfriend    --    you’re like, the prettiest boy in hawkins.” 

two  ;    someone more like …

      she laughs loudly as she watches him thumb through the record collections.    “please, you    --    with a cheerleader ?”    she lets out another loud bark of laughter, as she flips the page of her magazine, her eyes finally peering back towards the glossy pages. she places her lollipop back between her lips.    ‘ what ?  you don’t think i could bag a cheerleader ? ‘    her eyes glance at him from under her lashes.  fingers remove the candy from her mouth again as she leans forward against her elbows, her eyes turning their full focus back to him.    “i think you, edward munson, could bag anyone you want.  i just don’t think a cheerleader is your speed.”    she watches as he glances over his shoulder at her, a smile pulling at his lips.    ‘ oh, yeah ?  what’s my speed ? ‘    she twirls the candy around her tongue for a moment, before she’s pulling it away from her mouth.    “i don’t know someone more like    --“    her words pause in her throat.  the threat of    me    stinging against her tongue, before she’s looking back towards her magazine.    “someone who actually knows who metallica is.” 

three  ;    rings and leather makes everyone sexy.

      ‘ what makes a guy sexy to chicks ? ‘    eve feels an elbow dig into her arm, her focus shifting from her own brain back to the conversation in front of her.    “what ?“    her eyes slip from gareth to eddie, her eyebrows furrowed together, before looking back towards the other boy.    ‘ what makes a guy sexy ? ‘    her nose scrunches at the question.    “why are you asking me ?”    ‘ you’re the only girl who talks to us. ‘    her eyes roll as her eyes move back towards eddie.  she hopes he’ll change the subject. instead, his brows raise lightly    --    as if he wants to hear her answer, too.  she groans and sits back against her chair.    “my taste is not every girl’s taste.”    she hears eddie shift against his seat next to her.    ‘ so, what’s your taste, eve ? ‘    her arms cross against her chest, her gaze focusing on the table.    “i don’t know, someone with confidence, rings and leather makes everyone sexy.”    her eyes move from the table when she hears soft snickering.    “what ?”    eve follows gareth’s finger as he points towards eddie.  she feels warmth flood her cheeks as her eyes dip towards his fingers resting against his face, then towards the rings.    ‘ so, you think eddie’s sexy ? ‘    eve’s eyes snap towards gareth, her foot moving to kick against his foot.    “i did not say that.” 

four  ;    the one with the call out.

      ‘ oh my god, you’re jealous. ‘    eve’s head snaps up from the cafeteria table at mike’s words.  a scowl deepens on her features as she stares the boy down.  he keeps his eyes trained on hers    --    it’s like he knows he’s right.  she leans forward, her eyes narrowing.    “if you ever say anything like that again, i will break into your house and shave your head in the middle of the night. got it ?”    she watches as his smug look falters, before his eyes are glancing away from her.  she keeps her eyes on his until she hears eddie loudly placing himself next to her.  she offers him a short glance, a deep frown etched into her features.    “tell your idiot children to keep their fucking mouths shut.”    ‘ what happened ? ’    eve’s lips part to speak, but mike quickly cuts her off.    ‘ eve was jealous    --    because she loves you.’    fists tighten atop the cafeteria table as her focus shifts from eddie and onto mike.    (  if looks could kill.  )    she can feel the tension between the silence coating the air.  her teeth clench as she hears eddie adjust next to her.    ‘ don’t you ? ‘    mike’s voice causes anger to bubble under her skin.    “of course i love eddie.”    her eyes close tightly for a moment as the words leave her mouth, the soft sound of eddie’s chain hitting the chair stops.  eve doesn’t have to look to know everyone’s eyes are on her.  her eyes open slowly, but she keeps them on mike.    “he’s my best friend    --    there’s nothing wrong with loving your friends, michael.” 

five  ;    the one that counts. 

      “you idiot !”    hands are already moving to hit against his chest as she speaks.  she can hear the others in the other room, the sound of silence that falls after her yell, before they’re all making too much noise for it to be normal.  she finds herself not caring as her hands hit against his arm.    “you could have gotten yourself killed !  are you    --    does your brain work, like at all ?!”    her hands are caught by his, before she’s being tugged into his chest.    ‘ eve, stop.  it’s okay. ‘    she struggles slightly as he wraps his arms around her waist.  she feels his face bury into her neck.  normally, she would pretend to hate this type of hug.    (  she doesn’t have to pretend this time.  )    her hands shove against his chest.    “get off of me, eddie.”    hands push against him again, but he only tightens his arms around her.  her movements stop when she feels warm tears against her skin.  she feels the anger    --    the worry, seep from her veins, as her own tears pool in her eyes.    (  she could have lost him  …  without even saying goodbye.  )    her palms slip from his chest to around his back, as his grip tightens.  her head bumps softly against his, as she softly pulls away from him.  her hands move to rest against his cheeks as her thumbs brush softly against the stray tears.  she presses her forehead against his.    “i don’t know what i’d do if something happened to you, eddie.” 

[hawkinslove]

@corrodeadcoffin​ gets a starter! 

The sound of the bell echoes through the classroom. The senior class of Hawkins High stampede for the door, excited that the weekend had made its return once again. Another day closer to freedom.

Mickey stands from her desk, eagerly scanning the room as she slips her bag over her shoulder, grabbing the small stack of remaining flyers off her desk. She spots the few lingering students, her eyes landing on her next target- the full head of brown hair, clad in the decked out denim jacket.  

( Couldn’t hurt to ask, right? )

❛ Hey- Eddie, right? ❜ She smiles, approaching his desk. ❛ Michelle. Campbell. I’m uh- hosting a senior potluck..ish thing this weekend, wanted to give you this in case you decide to come. It’ll be fun. ❜ She grins, laying the blue piece of paper on his notebook and praying he hadn’t heard her mutter of ‘I hope’ after her invitation.

[hawkiller]

Eddie was considering waiting for the 'right moment' to ask Eve to join the band, but in the music industry, you make your own right moment. So in true, dramatic, Munson fashion, Eddie gets down on one knee in front of her. He produces a guitar pick from his pocket and holds it up to her.

"Evelyn Serena Burgess," he starts, making a real show of it by grabbing one of her hands, "would you do me the absolute honor... of being metal as shit with me in Corroded Coffin?"

      evelyn presses the stapler against the bulletin board to keep the band flyer in place.  her hand brushes softly against the paper as she looks over her work.    “there,”    she smiles and drops the stapler back into her bag as she turns towards eddie.    “now, maybe you’ll attract more than your five drunks and  …  well, me.”    eve pulls the bag strap onto her shoulder, her eyes returning to the paper as she steps away from the wall.  her brows furrow together as she listens to the silence from eddie.    (  he’s never this quiet.  )    she turns her attention back to him and finds his eyes already on her.  her brows furrow deeper.    “what ?  why are you looking at me like that ?“ 

      her feet stumble backwards slightly as eddie moves onto one knee.    (  she’s fairly certain she’s about to scream.  )    she watches as he pulls a guitar pick from his pocket, his eyes somehow growing in size as he looks up at her.    “eddie, what are you doing ?”    his voice finally breaks the silence he’s found.  her full name flows confidently from his lips, as his hand finds hers.    “eddie  …,”    her hand squeezes against his on its own accord, as her eyes look around them.  there’s approximately four people on the street witnessing … this.  her eyes move back towards him.    “eddie, whatever you’re doing  --  stop it.  stand up.” 

      she tugs against his arm, but he stays put and continues his mission.  the word honor makes the hairs on her neck stand up, as she interjects again.    “eddie, i’m serious, this isn’t funny.”    she can hear the sound of her heartbeat pulsing in her ears as he finishes his question.  a laugh coughs its way out of her throat, her free hand moving to rest against her now slightly sweating forehead.    (  she could kick him, she really could.  )    her hand brushes through her hair as she studies his eyes.    “jesus, eddie !  would you please just stand up.”    eve tugs against his arm again, but is met with eddie’s own tug against hers. 

      ‘i won’t get up, in the name of all that is metal, until you accept my proposal.’ 

      her eyes shut close tightly for a moment, a sigh slipping past her lips before her eyes are returning to him.    “fine !”    eve can hear her pulse increase again as eddie breaks into a smile.    “but only as a test run !”    she tugs against his arm once more, finally getting him to waver lightly in his place before he’s standing up and pulling her into a tight hug.  her feet lift from the ground as eddie raises her in the hug.  soft laughter slips past her lips.    “okay, okay  --  put me down, you weirdo.”      /      @corrodeadcoffin​.

[hawkiller]

      the note + polaroid photos presented with the mixtape made by eve ft    @corrodeadcoffin  !

[hawkiller]

five times kissed

      @corrodeadcoffin  :    meme.

one  ;    the very first night.

      eve’s head rests atop eddie’s chest.  she listens to the steady beat of his heart, enjoying the warmth provided by his body tangled with hers.  they’ve found themselves in this position more often than she imagined they ever would.  legs knocking softly against each other’s, as eddie’s fingers brush softly against her arm thrown across his torso.  it was so normal for them, now  --  but it doesn’t stop eve’s heart from beating rampantly in her chest.    (  he has to notice it  --  there’s no way he can’t  …  right ?  )    eve offers a glance up towards him when he shifts against his pillows, pushing them somehow closer together.  she offers a small smile to him as his hand hesitates to lift from her arm, before his fingers touch softly against her cheek.    ‘ hey. ‘    she wonders if he knows just how comfortable he makes her feel.    “hey.”    her voice is soft  --  softer than she intends, but there’s a need to keep this moment soft as his fingers brush gently against her cheek.    ‘ can i try something ? ‘    she feels her brows lift at his words.  before she has an opportunity to answer, he’s shifting again, bringing their faces closer than before.  it’s not like this is new  --  the small distance between them, so close their noses almost touch.  however, it’s typically paired with a scowl  --  or a dare for one of them to break first.    ‘ can i try this ? ‘    his thumb brushes gently across her lower lip and it parts from her top on its own accord.    (  friends can kiss  --  right ?  )    she nods softly.    “try what ?”    she ignores the soft shake in her own voice as her eyes search his.    ‘ i wanna kiss you  --  but if it’s weird, we can forget it, or something. ‘    eve can feel her heart knocking loudly against her rib cage as her eyes widen slightly at his words.    (  how many times had she stared at her ceiling  …  wondering ?  )    she nods again.    “sure.”    his head starts to dip, and eve’s convinced she’s forgotten how to breathe.  she feels his palm rest where his fingers were once tracing, before their lips touch.  it’s soft  --  too soft, but eve can already feel the lack of oxygen making her head dizzy.    “just do it, idiot,”    is mumbled against his lips, before they’re slotting against hers.  her fingers wrap gently around his wrist and she prays he doesn’t hear the soft moan that slips passed her lips and onto his. 

two  ;    as if nothing’s changed. 

      squeaks of laughter falls passed her lips as eddie’s fingers dig into her side.    “stop it, right now !”    flows loudly through petals of laughter and pants.  she doesn’t think he will  --  in fact, she’s fairly certain his fingers increase speed against her sides.    “eddie !”    name is mixed with higher pitched laughing as she does her best to squirm away from him.  instead, it only lands them in a different position.  eddie’s hips dig into hers, as he shifts his weight onto his knees.  suddenly, his hands stop their movements, instead, pressing firmly into her sides.  she gulps in breaths as she stares up at him.    (  here they are, again.  )    they haven’t even spoken about the first time, but eve watches his eyes dart from hers to her lips.  she’s not sure who closes the space, but she feels the absence of his mattress against her back for a moment, before her arms are wrapping around the back of his neck and tugging him closer to her.    (  does he know he tastes like heaven to her ?  )

three  ;    idle thoughts and lowered inhibitions. 

      “what do you mean you don’t know what shotgunning is ?”    short laughter falls through her lips as he blows smoke into the mess of his van.  he shrugs before he’s handing the half smoked joint to her.    ‘ i don’t know  --  why do you know what it is ? ‘    she snorts lightly before she’s inhaling, blowing the smoke through her nose as she lifts from her spot and onto her knees.    “i had a very adventurous life before i met you, edward !”    she laughs again as his face scrunches at the name.  she thinks he’s about to make a comment about it, before she’s crawling over the small space between them and tossing one leg over his lap.  he swallows whatever he was about to say, as his hands find rest against her hips.    “open your mouth.”    she tries to force the smile away as he obeys and lets his lips part at her words.    “breathe in what i exhale, okay, pretty boy ?”    he nods as she places the joint back between her lips.  she inhales more than usual before she’s removing the joint and letting her lips brush against his.  her eyes watch his as she exhales into his mouth.    (  there goes her heart hammering away in her chest again.  )    his fingers tighten against her hips lightly as he inhales her smoke, before it’s blowing back through his nose and mixing with the thick air around them.    “see, it’s not that --“    words are cut off as his lips crash into hers.  she’s not sure who moans  :  her or him  --  or, maybe it’s both of them, but she finds herself tucking the noise into her memory for later. 

four  ;    head bangers and bathroom sinks. 

      her lips smile against his as his back collides with the wall of the hideaway bathroom.  he’s trying to say something against her lips, but she’s not listening.  instead, her hands are busy unhooking his belt as she tugs him against her chest.  she parts from his lips just long enough to rush out,    “stop talking, eddie,”    before their lips are meeting again.  his fingers dip under her shirt as he walks them further into the darkly lit room.  she groans softly against his lips as her lower back presses into the sink.  fingers rush to unbutton his jeans as his hands move from her back to her thighs, lifting her until she’s falling onto the sink.  their lips part once more as his lips attach to her neck.    “you looked so hot tonight.”    she’s not even listening to her own words  --  her brain too fuzzy to acknowledge her thoughts as he presses opened mouth kisses against her skin.    ‘ yeah ? ‘    she nods, her fingers dipping under the waistline of his underwear.  they’re both too distracted to hear the porcelain skin crack  --  they’re not too distracted to feel the weight give out beneath her, though.  eddie has just enough time to wrap his arm around her lower back to save her from falling before they’re both being sprayed with water.  eve yelps loudly as the two turn their focus to the now broken sink.    “turn it off !”      ‘ what does it look like i’m doing ?! ‘    she can’t help it.  she laughs loudly as she watches him struggle with the spraying water.    “you broke it !”    her hand reaches out to turn against the knob, stopping the water from spraying them both.    (  today was a bad day to wear a white shirt.  )    their eyes find each other’s before they’re both laughing loudly.    ‘ it was your ass ! ‘    eve glances down at her shirt as she tries to wring some of the water out of it.    “we’re never going to be allowed back.” 

five  ;    the one with no motive. 

      eve leans against the lockers as her eyes study eddie.  he pulls a book from his locker, and her brows raise.    “are you actually going to class ?”    his eyes find hers and he offers her that lopsided smile she’s grown so fond of.    ‘ yeah.  shocker, i know. ‘    she laughs lightly as he closes his locker.    “i didn’t even know you had one of these things.”    her knuckle raps against the now closed door as he rolls his eyes as her words.    ‘ army crawling, remember ? ‘    she offers him a small smile, before she’s fishing her hand into his jacket pocket and pulling out his box of cigarettes.    “so, you won’t be needing these, right ?”    she discreetly shows him the box before she’s shoving it into her tote bag.    ‘ not right now. ‘    her eyes glance towards the ceiling as the bell rings.    ‘ gotta go. see you later. ‘    she has just enough time to look back towards him before he’s pressing his lips against hers and turning away.  her smile drops as she watches his back with wide eyes as he walks towards his class.  her fingers touch against her lips lightly as she lets her back hits back into the lockers.    (  how long will it take them to acknowledge that ?  ) 

[hawkiller]

[ SPOON ]

      eve’s cheek rests against her pillow as she stares at the wall beside her bed.  her eyes study the polaroid pictures pinned there.  her eyes linger on august’s bright smile.  she feels like she can hear the arcade games twiddling away in the background as she stares at the photo of them.  their arms thrown around each other’s necks, large smiles plastered on both their faces.    (  it’s the last photo they ever got to take together.  )    she tugs her blanket closer to her chin when she hears a soft knock on the door.    “i told you, mom.  i’m not hungry.”    she hears the door click open softly, then close again, and she finally pulls her gaze from the photo.  anger bubbles under her skin as her eyes look towards her bedroom door, expecting to see her mother ready to force her out of bed.  the anger slips from her grasp when she finds eddie standing in front of her door.    ‘i thought we were seeing a movie today ?’ 

      tears well in her eyes faster than she can force them not to.  with one blink, she feels them roll down her face.  she watches as eddie’s previous smile turns into a worrying frown.  he steps towards her bed, and she hears him asking if she’s okay.  eve moves her hand from her blanket onto her mouth where she tries her best to cover the choked sob that escapes her throat.  she turns herself back to her previous spot, keeping her fresh tears out of his eyesight.  she listens to the silence for a few moments before it’s taken up by the sound of eddie’s movements behind her.  she can hear him pull the denim vest and leather jacket from his shoulders, following by a soft thunk she can only assume is his shoe.  her suspicion is confirmed when she hears a second identical thunk.  she moves her hand from her mouth and wipes harshly against the tears on her cheeks. 

      “what are you doing ?”    her question is followed by several sniffles as she feels her comforter lift, and her bed dip.  she assumes he’s just going to sit with her  --  to just be company for her.  instead, she feels his hand touch softly against her elbow, and then slowly travel up her arm.  she sniffles again, and offers a look over her shoulder  --  she nearly jumps when she notices just how close he is.  she lets his hand continue on its path until it’s resting softly on top of hers, her gaze moving to where their hands rest.  she feels his chest press against her back, and his fingers tighten softly against her hand.  she doesn’t hesitate to turn her hand in his  --  watching as she slowly weaves her fingers within his.    “you don’t have to stay, eddie.”    her voice is soft as she speaks.  she feels eddie adjust slightly on her bed, bringing them somehow closer together.  she feels his nose brush against her hair as he mumbles softly,    ‘sh, i’m sleeping.’    she nearly laughs as his words, taking a deep, ragged breath before she feels her shoulders relax next to the heat of his body.      /      @corrodeadcoffin​.

[hawkiller]

*steals one of her fries. then another. then another. then another...*

      eve watches as eddie’s elbows move to rest against the cafeteria table.  her brows furrow slightly as he lets himself lean forward even more.    (  she’s fairly certain he’s about to move the entire table.  )    slowly his arms uncross, his palms lay flat on the table, and eve can hear the rhythmic tapping his fingers begin to make.  her brows furrow deeper, her eyes staying on his.  she almost doesn’t notice when one of his hands move to grab one of her fries.  she lets one brow raise as he places it against his tongue, and then grabs another.  she lets him have six before she finally breaks the silence between them.    “do you want me to bite your fingers off ?  because that’s where you’re heading, munson.”      /      @corrodeadcoffin.

[hawkiller]

five times flirted

@corrodeadcoffin  :    meme.

one  ;    objectively.

      “look, i’m just saying    --“    ‘ i know what you’re saying, eve. ‘    eyes roll as she shifts her attention from the record shelves and onto him.  she watches his back as he looks through the shelf on the opposite side.  she has no idea how they got on the subject of his love life, or why she started encouraging him to ask someone out.  she shoves the last record into its place.    “no, you don’t.”    he turns at her words, his arms crossing over his chest.    “i’m saying, you’re a handsome guy, you just need to ask the right girl.”    her eyes roll again when he scoffs and turns away from her again.  they both make their way towards the counter, eve moving behind it, as eddie leans forward against it.    ‘ the right    --    handsome ?  you think i’m handsome ? ‘    eve leans next to him, her eyes shifting over his face for a moment, before they’re meeting his own, a shrug presenting itself.    “i mean, i guess.  from an objective viewpoint.” 

two  ;    the new nickname.

      “your hair looks nice today.”    the words slip from her lips as she slides into her chair.  she feels her knee knock against his, and she finds no motivation to pull away.  her hand sneaks into the pretzel bag sitting on the table in front of him, grabbing a few before she’s leaning back in her seat.  she feels the denim of his jeans move against hers as he shifts closer to her, her eyes finally finding his.  she glances over the soft freckles coating his nose and cheeks, before she notices the soft red dusting beneath them. her eyebrows furrow lightly as her eyes find his.    ‘ are you flirting with me ? ‘    she leans forward again, her elbow resting against the table, as her chin rests on her curled fist.  a small smirk pulls on her lips.    “that depends.  you gonna keep blushing, pretty boy ?“    her eyes dip towards his lips as they part to speak, however, his words are cut short as their table becomes louder with the voices of their friends.  eve offers him a wink before she’s sitting back in her seat.

three  ;    let’s hear a love song.

     “hey, pretty boy.”    her arms slip around his torso, her pinkies stretching to brush softly against his guitar resting against his waist.  she tries to keep her laugh light as he jumps lightly, her head peaking from around his arm to look at him.    ‘ you came. ‘    her lips pull into a small smile as she leans her cheek against his arm.    “well, you asked me to.”    her smile widens as his own splits against his features.  his hand moves to rest softly against her own, before she’s pulling her arms from him.    “who else are you going to sing all your little love songs to ?”    she moves in front of him, her eyes watching as his smile drops into a slight pout.    ‘ i do not sing love songs, eve. ‘    her hand moves to adjust the guitar strap over his shoulder, before she’s letting her palm rest against his chest.    “maybe you should start.”    she leans forward and presses a soft kiss to his cheek, before she’s stepping back.  her smile shifts into a small smirk as she studies the dark red print against his skin.    “have fun.” 

four  ;    flustered fidgeting.

      two days.  she hasn’t seen eddie in two days.  normally, she wouldn’t notice, but the dark purple bruise on her collarbone seems to be keeping track of time.  she feels like it should be fading by now, but it still looks brand new to her.  nails scratch lightly against the reminder under her shirt, as her boots crack the branches under her feet.  she pulls her cigarette box from her bag as she steps further into the woods.  her eyes lift and find eddie’s back leaning against the picnic table.  her feet pause for a moment, before she’s continuing on her path.  she snatches his lighter from the table as she sits next to him.    “hey, lover boy.”    she lets her bag fall to the floor as she pulls her legs onto the bench.  she fishes a cigarette from her box, letting her eyes glance towards him.    (  he seems  …  nervous.  )    her brows lift, as she lets the lighter click in front of her.    “you okay ?”    smoke passes from her lips as she speaks, she inhaled and pulls her cigarette from her lips, blowing tendrils of smoke through her nose.    ‘ me ?  yeah, i’m fine. ‘    her eyes flit towards his fidgeting fingers, and back, a small smirk toying at her lips.    “you’d think after seeing my boobs you’d be less flustered around me.  it’s nice to know i still get to see this cute expression.” 

five ; 

      fingers brush softly through his hair, as her opposite hand brushes softly against the arm thrown over her stomach.  her eyes study the different posters lining his walls.  she’s not sure how long they’ve been laying in silence, just enjoying the soft peace hanging in the atmosphere.  eddie had been twisting her hoodie string in his fingers, but eve takes notice of his warm palm resting against her ribcage.  her eyes slips towards him, his breathing even as she shifts slightly to press a kiss to the top of his head.    “you make my life easier.”    her voice is soft, careful not to disrupt the soft silence.  her hands pause when she feels his grip around her tighten.    ‘ stop flirting with me, i’m trying to sleep. ‘    her fingers tug softly against a strand of hair, before their beginning their brushing again.    “goodnight, lover boy.” 

[hawkiller]

[ WET ] : our muses find one another in a torrential downpour of rain, both soaking wet.

      @corrodeadcoffin  :    meme.

      boots dig into mud as she steps through the rain.  she’s not sure why she’s outside  --  or why she felt the need to crawl from her bedroom window.  it’s not like she couldn’t leave through the front door.  her mother wouldn’t have cared  --  she never cared anymore.  eve runs a hand through her wet hair, as she blinks against the pouring rain dusting her lashes.  she’s not even sure where she’s going, but it doesn’t stop her steps.    ‘ eve ? ‘    her name causes her to spin, wet hair hitting against her face.  her brows furrow as she watches eddie move against the rain.    “what are you doing ?”    his hands shove their way into his pockets as he shrugs.    ‘ what are you doing ? ‘    eve’s fingers pry her wet hair from her cheeks before she’s shielding her eyes from the rain.    “i don’t know  --  i think i was going to come see you.”

[hawkiller]

[ DANCE ] : our muses dance together in close quarters.

      @corrodeadcoffin  :    meme.

      eve works silently as she slips new records into their proper places.  she can see eddie out of the corner of her eye, flipping through the new cassettes, looking for anything he might like.    (  she’d deny it, but she always made sure he was there to look through the new ones.  )    her lips curl softly as the america song flows softly through the store speakers.  she’s not sure why she likes the song so much  --  but, she does.  she slips the last record into place and turns, running directly into eddie’s chest.    (  when did he move ?  )    she glances up at him, his brows furrowed lightly.    ‘ what is this ? ‘    she tilts her head slightly.    “america.  sister golden hair  --  why ?”    she narrows her eyes lightly, ready to defend the silly song, before she feels one of his hands slip around her back, the other tangling his fingers between hers.    ‘ i kind of like it. ‘    her brows lift in surprise at his words, feet stumbling lightly as he tugs her tighter against his chest.    “really ?”    he nods, before he’s softly swaying the two of them.  her brows furrow once more as she stares up at him.    “what are you doing ?”    he smiles down as her and she forces the fluttering feeling in her chest away.    ‘ dancing.  don’t be weird. ‘    she tries her best not to smile, but fails.  instead, she opts to rest her head against his chest, letting him sway the two of them in the tight space between the shelves.  her brows furrow again as she listens to the lyrics of the song, ignoring the soft burn of his hand against her back.    (  she doesn’t love him.  ) 

[hawkiller]

      incorrect quotes ft    @hawkinsroster​  :    sam russo  &  steve harrington    /    @decimatlas​  :    eden emerson    /    @corrodeadcoffin​  !

[hawkinslove]

you’re so fine, you blow my mind ! – mickey & eddie ( @corrodeadcoffin ) ♡

[hawkinslove]

moodboard ! – mickey & eddie ( @corrodeadcoffin ) ♡

[hawkinslove]

a study in polaroids ! – mickey & eddie ( @corrodeadcoffin ) ♡

[hawkiller]

“ there’s nothing i wouldn’t do for you. “

      @corrodeadcoffin  ;    meme.

      how many times have they ended up in this very position ?  eddie hovering above her, the ends of his hair tickling against her cheek as he does his best not to put his full weight on her.    (  she wonders if he realizes she wouldn’t mind if he did.  )    she can still remember the first time it happened  --  the shock that overwhelmed her, only for it to swiftly shift into  …  she shakes her head slightly to rid herself of the thought before it can finish.  her nose scrunches softly as she glances up at him.    “shut up, nerd.”    her words are too soft, and so are his fingers touching against her side.    (  he has dug his way into her heart  --  the way the metal of his rings often dig into the soft of her skin.  )    she adjusts her knee, letting it brush against his hip before she’s pushing her own weight up.  it’s a quick and effortlessly movement  --  one she’s done tons of times before, that lands her on top of him  ;  her knees on either side of his hips.  she leans down and lets her own hair touch gently to his cheeks.  her lips brush softly against his, a mere ghost of a kiss as she mumbles,    “ditto,”    against them.  she lets her palms rest against his chest before she’s pressing her lips firmer against his.    (  she’ll ignore the somersault her stomach does when his fingers once again return to her.  ) 

[hawkiller]

      incorrect quotes ft    @corrodeadcoffin  !