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forever-rogue · 2 years

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Could we get some smut of eddie and reader where they started dating a little after he was attacked by the demobats and he's staying with her in her home so she can take care of him. Eddie is having a hard time adjusting not only to his wounds but the fact that his half naked girlfriend walking around the house tending to him won't let him touch her until he's healed then one day he's begging and pleading for it and she finally caves but since eddie is still in a lot of pain he's whimpering a lot bc while it feels great he's also in pain and reader is trying to soothe him telling him he's doing so good and to take it easy but he's trying so hard to make her feel good

AN | Oh, but this got all soft and sweet, but also spicy so 18+ only 🥺🥰

Warnings | Language, Smut (unprotected piv)

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 3.7k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

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“Hey sleepyhead,” Eddie heard your voice, soft and distant, and slowly opened his eyes, blinking away the bleariness. A small smile tugged up the corners of his mouth when he felt you brushing some of his rogue curls out of his face, “Eddie.”

“Baby,” he turned his head to you and his heart practically burst in his chest from how sweetly you were looking at him, “you’re so pretty.”

“So are you,” you tenderly stroked his cheek before pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. He closed his eyes and scoffed lightly; he was still having a hard time adjusting to his new appearance among other things. But you’d made it a point to make sure he knew how wonderful and loved he was, “I mean it. Don’t even bother arguing with me.”

“I’d never,” he turned and nuzzled his face into the palm of your hand, marveling at how soft and warm it was, “I love you, you know?”

“Of course I do,” your sweet laughter might have been his favorite sound in the entire world. It went straight to his heart and always managed to make him feel better, “are you hungry? I didn’t want you to sleep past dinner and have you up half the night and starving.”

“Yeah,” he swallowed the lump in his throat at your kind words. You’d been taking care of him for almost two months now, never once complaining or making a negative comment. He was still recovering, so much better than he had been, but still found that he grew tired easily and his body still ached. But none of that ever seemed to matter when he saw you. You made everything better, “I’m kinda hungry.”

“Good,” you started to move from the spot on your bed where you’d been sitting next to his sleeping form, “I’ll start dinner. You just rest until then.”

“Are you sure you don’t want help?” he loathed the idea that you were having to do everything for him. Which you totally weren’t by the way, he was just overly dramatic. He was so used to doing things for himself that he really didn’t like asking for anything. But you never resented him for a moment or anything, you loved him - that the important part, “baby?”

“I don’t need help,” you promised and you could see his face fall slightly, “but I would love some company. Are you up for that?”

“Yes!” his entire face lit up as you motioned with your head for him to follow you to the kitchen. He’d been staying with you in your apartment, and you had to admit, you really enjoyed living with him, having it be just the two of you all the time. It had been easier for him to move in with you after everything that happened, rather than going back and forth between your place and the trailer. Plus…you had some hope that he might just stay permanently.

“Come on handsome,” you held out your hand and watched as he slowly moved out of the bed. You could see the grimace on his face, his sides still irritating him, but he never complained, he just kept pushing through and getting better one day at a time.

He eagerly took your outstretched hand, but before you could walk out of the bedroom, he gently held you back. You made a small sound of surprise before turning to him, finding him looking at you with a honey-sweet smile. He pulled you into his warm frame, his hands settled on your hips before he leaned in to press the most tender of kisses to your lips. Your arms were at your side; you weren’t quite sure where to put them so you wouldn’t hurt, but when he didn’t flinch away, you lightly wrapped them around his neck.

You couldn’t help yourself as you stole a few more kisses from, soft and saccharine and leaving you grinning at each other shyly. He let out a small sigh before pressing his forehead against yours, his big brown eyes studying yours intently before whispering, “I’ve missed you.”

“Missed me?” you gently carded a hand through his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp, “I’ve been right here, bub.”

“Missed kissing you,” he confessed, the softness to his voice caused you to melt, “missed holding you, sex, just being close to you. Missed you.”

“Oh my love,” you took his face in your hands and leaned in close so your nose was nuzzled against his, “I…I’ve missed you too. But I just…I don't want to hurt you or have you hurt yourself. Besides, it’s not going to be forever. I could always give you - “

“I know,” he pressed a kiss to your cheek, “you don’t have to do that, fuck, I don’t ever want you to feel obligated. Soon?”

“Soon. You’re almost there bub,” you promised, reaching for his hand and bringing to your lips to press a soft kiss to his knuckles, “soon.”

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Eddie was convinced that you were trying to kill him. Slowly, but surely, you were going to bring him to his knees. He was currently sitting at the dining table, watching as you flounced around the kitchen making dinner. You were wearing a pair of jean shorts, short enough that whenever you bent over or reached for something he could see peeks of your plump backside. Accompanying that was an oversized t-shirt of his that you’d turned into a crop top, allowing glimpses of your underboob, just enough to leave him practically salivating. Your hair was up and makeup minimal, but you were the most gorgeous being he’d ever seen.

It had also been a long, practically an eternity in his mind, since you’d been intimate. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to, or that Eddie didn’t want to, but you were scared. Scared to hurt him or aggravate his injuries further. You wanted him fully healed before putting his body through vigorous movements. It had been so long that Eddie felt like he was going to cum in his pajama pants from the mere sight of your soft, supple skin.

“You alright?” you’d been speaking, but he hadn’t heard a word, too enraptured by your beauty and grace to do much of anything. You turned to him, crossing your arms over your chest and pushing your breasts together even more temptingly. Fuck. You were going to be the sweet, sweet death of him, “Eddie?”

“Fine,” but his voice gave him away, climbing about two octaves higher than it normally was, “all good.”

“Mhmm,” you just shook your head softly before turning back to the counter, “were you even listening to what I was saying?”

“Of course,” he scoffed dramatically, despite the fact that it was a flat out lie.

“What was I just saying then?” you didn’t even have to turn around to know he had the most guilty look on his face. You hummed in amusement before continuing to cut up vegetables, “mhmm. That’s what I thought.”

“It’s not my fault!” he insisted firmly, “you’re out here looking like that - like fucking sin - and expect me to function? Unfair. A game I will always lose.”

“Edward,” you teased and looked over your shoulder, giving him a wink, “soon.”

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You could feel his eyes practically glued to you. He was intensely watching your every move as you got ready for bed. You hadn’t meant to tease him, at least not at first, but you decided to have a little fun with it. You made a show of stripping off your shorts and panties, walking around nude on the bottom as you grabbed a pair of his boxers and slipping them on. Your top was next and you made sure to turn to him, offering a quick smile before tugging on a large, loose t-shirt, effectively obscuring your shape. He huffed at that.

You put your hair up and walked to the bathroom to take off your makeup, knowing that he was sitting there and stewing. You’d make it up to him, that was the plan anyway - you’d offer him a blowjob in his time of need. You took your sweet time, longer than you usually would be slowly making your way back to the bedroom. As soon as you entered the room, you spotted Eddie sitting up and leaning against the headboard with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Hey baby,” your voice was a gentle whisper as you got ready to slide into the bed next to him. He put his hand in your spot and shook his head, a pouty little frown on his features, “what’s wrong?”

“You,” he hissed through gritted teeth, “are you a menace.”

“Eddie,” you kissed his cheek before he could pull away, “I’m sorry - I couldn’t help it. But I’ll make it up to you.”

“Yeah?” his eyes lit up with excitement and internally you sighed; you wanted to have to sex, but you were more worried about hurting him. It just didn’t seem like it was worth the risk to you, “does that mean we can finally….have sex?”

“I…can I offer you a nice sloppy bj in this trying time?” you teased softly and his expression faltered ever so slightly. You ran a hand through his hair and sighed lightly, “Eddie. It’s not that I don’t want to, because I really, really want to. I’m just…scared. I don’t want to hurt you and I’m just afraid that something will happen to you. If I hurt you or something happened, I’d never forgive myself. You’re almost there…soon.”

He couldn’t bring myself to look at you - mostly because he didn’t want you think he was mad or upset or that he though you were obligated to have sex with him. He just missed being so physically close and intimate with you. He missed having all of you.

“Sure,” he nodded before pulling the blankets up higher, “soon.”

You laid down next to him, turning off the light, leaving only the soft night light in the corner on. It bathed the room in a soft glow and made Eddie look practically ethereal. You stayed still in silence for a few minutes before you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Eddie,” you rolled onto your side to face him and found that he was already turned towards you, a curious expression on his face, “I…promise me we’ll stop if it hurts or anything feels off?”

“I promise-”

“Swear it on sweetheart,” you insisted firmly, and he laughed lightly. Next to you, his guitar was easily his favorite thing, “I’m being serious! Do it.”

“I swear on sweetheart that if anything feels wrong or off we’ll stop,” he sounded so ridiculously giddy but you could tell that he was being honest, “but baby, we don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“I want to,” you insisted softly, “trust me…I really do.”

Before he could say anything else, you leaned in and captured his lips with yours, kissing him with a gentle urgency. He kissed you right back, already softly moaning into your mouth. It had been a long, long time since you’d kissed him or been kissed like this. You hadn’t realized just how much you had missed it. Eddie sat back up and propped himself against the headboard, cushioned by some pillows before reaching over and pulling you into his lap.

“Fuck, you’re so soft and pretty,” he mumbled as he kissed you anywhere that he could reach. He kissed along your jaw and down your neck, biting at the delicate skin to leave behind a haze of lavender bruises. You bit your lip to keep from being too loud, but Eddie was having none of, “oh pretty baby, don’t hold back. Let me hear you, let me relearn all those pretty sounds you make.”

“Feels good,” you whispered against his lips as his hands settled under the shirt and on your waist, warm on the supple flesh there, “missed how touch me.”

He silently tugged on the bottom of your shirt, silently asking for permission to take it off. You answered him by taking it off yourself and tossing somewhere onto the floor. You heard him inhale sharply as he looked you over. He reached up and touched your breasts, massaging them gently, “missed touching you.”

“Eddie, please,” you could feel the grin on his face as he leaned and took your nipple in his mouth, sucking on the soft skin and causing you to arch into his touch. You were trying your best to be cognizant of his wounds, but your mind was already feeling hazy. It had been so long since he’d touched you. You could feel that you were getting wetter and wetter with each passing moment and you couldn’t help but lightly grind against him.

“Good girl,” he praised softly, lavishing the other breast with the same attention.You carded a hand through his dark curls, gently scratching at his scalp as you leaned into him, “there you go. Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

“So are you,” he always reminded you of how beautiful you were, and you wanted him to know that you felt the exact same way about him. Sometimes he’d had a hard time believing it before all of the business in the upside down, but now it was even harder, especially on days when he was feeling low. But you’d always thought he was the best damn thing and vowed to make him realize that. He leaned into your touch and you pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, “wanna make you feel good, Eds.”

“I know,” he rasped against your ear, “fuck, wanna be all over you but I have to be inside of you. Please?”

“Are you sure, my love?” you took his face ever so gently in your hands, making sure that he knew exactly what he was asking for. He nodded, pretty brown eyes almost black with his lust and hunger for you, “take it easy, yeah?”

“Sweetheart,” he let out a long exhale, his hands settling on your hips in a tight grip. You wondered if you would be sporting finger shaped bruises tomorrow - part of you really hoped so, “I’ll try. But it’s been over two months since I’ve had you, and I’m just going to try not to blow my load immediately.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” you shook your head softly, gently turning his face so he was looking up at you, “it’s been a while for both of us, it’s okay. It doesn’t matter, what matters is being together. Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he agreed with a nervous chuckle; his heart felt lighter knowing that you weren’t going to judge him for anything. Not that he believed you ever would, but the reassurance was still nice, “I love you.”

“I love you,” you promised, sitting up slightly so you could push your sleep shorts and underwear down your legs. You almost fell in the process, clumsy as ever, but causing you both to laugh, “I guess I’m rustier at this than I thought.”

Eddie’s eyes almost bugged out at the sight of you naked and perched on his legs. His hand was already absentmindedly stroking the soft skin of your thigh as you tugged at the hem of his shirt. You could see the flash of hesitation in his eyes before he slowly nodded and let you pull his shirt off. You quickly did so and tossed it to the side to join your clothes in the growing pile. You knew that he was watching your expression closely to see how you were going to react to his body, but he found nothing but adoration in his eyes.

“Terrible?”

“Terribly handsome,” you insisted, reaching for the waistband of his boxers. You could tell just how hard he was from the way they were tented, “is this okay?”

“Fuck, yes, please,” he was almost ready to beg, wanting nothing more than to be buried inside of you. You eagerly complied, hooking your fingers in the elastic waistband and tugging them down his legs. He was almost painfully hard, precum already leaking from his tip. There was something exhilarating about both of you being naked and vulnerable in front of each other; it felt so incredibly intimate, “baby.”

“Do you want me to s-”

“No,” needless to say, that was the fastest he’d ever said not to a blowjob, “n-not right now. Just wanna be inside of you.”

“I’ll give you a raincheck on that,” you leaned in and nudged your nose against his, “you know I’d never say no to you.”

“Are you wet enough or…” you cut him off but grabbing his hand, using two of his long, thick fingers and dragging them through your soaked cunt. He moaned lightly at the feeling; needless to say, you were definitely wet enough, “fuck baby, all for me?”

“Always,” you grinned softly, “all for you. C’mere.”

You ran your thumb over the head of his cock and and gathered the precum before using it as you gave him a few slow strokes. The look on his face looked somewhere between agony and pure heaven as he lightly bucked into your touch, “keep doing that and I’m going to cum in your hand.”

“It’s okay, Eddie,” you cooed softly, kissing his cheek as he hissed lightly at the feeling, “you can let go.”

“I-I would,” he was breathing heavily, which only managed to turn you on more, “b-but I don’t know if I’ll have enough energy for another round and I really want to cum in you. Will you let me do that, baby?”

“Yeah,” you promised softly, brain going fuzzy at the idea, “okay.”

You shifted up and slowly dragged his thick cock through your folds, before guiding him to your entrance. You slowly sank down on him, both of you moaning at the sensation as you took him all the way. Eddie ran a hand over his face, trying to control himself, “you feel so good. Missed this so much.”

“Me too,” you promised softly, “you feel so good, so big.”

You braced yourself on the headboard, not wanting to put an extra weight of pressure on him, before slowly starting to move. It felt clumsy and uncoordinated after not having done this for so long and needing to get back into it. You laughed at yourself, but Eddie only looked at you with big, soft eyes, “baby, baby, baby. You’re - fuck - doing so good.”

“Feels good,” you agreed as you bounced on his cock, breasts in his face, which only made him grab them and play with them. You arched into his touch, a breathy moan escaped your lips, “yes, just like that, Eddie.”

The boy couldn’t help himself, and started to buck his hips up, meeting you movement for movement. It felt so good to have him again, to feel him all over you, to feel that delicious familiar warmth start to tingle through your limbs that you almost didn’t hear his little whimper. You stopped suddenly and looked at him with concern, and you saw the tears glistening in his eyes.

“Eddie,” you let out a small sigh, upset to see him hurt - this was exactly what you had been trying to avoid, “oh honey. This was what I didn’t want to happen.”

“‘s okay,” he insisted but the grimace on his face suggested otherwise, “please, don’t stop. Feels so good.”

“Eddie,” you touched his face, gently stroking his cheek, “are you sure?”

“Yes,” he took your hand and kissed your knuckles, “don’t want to keep avoiding doing stuff just because it hurts a little. It’ll get better in time, it’s already better. But right now, I just want this.”

“My sweet boy,” you relaxed on top, sitting back before slowly moving again, keeping your eyes locked on his, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” he whispered, moving with you, but slowly and gently this time, “‘m not gonna last.”

“It’s okay,” you trusted yourself to wrap your arms around his neck as you pulled him close. You could see the blissed out look on his face, “let go, Eddie. Cum for me.”

He buried his face in your neck, spilling inside of you with a soft cry, his hips slowly ceasing their movement as you felt the warmth inside you. But Eddie was never one to cum alone, and moved to play with your clit, which gave that last little push that you needed to cum to. A pretty moan escaped dripped from your lips as your walls clenched around him and you whispered his name like a prayer as he worked you through your release.

The look on his face was nothing short of beautiful as you both came down from your highs, trying to catch your breaths. You kissed him, nothing rushed or intense, just pure sweetness; you could feel him smiling against your lips.

“That was…awesome,” he grinned as you giggled at him, shaking your head with affection, “had me feeling like a damn virgin again.”

“Same here,” you admitted, “are you okay, my love? Really?”

“Yes,” he promised, “I’m good - really fucking good honestly. Let’s never wait that long again, yeah?”

“Definitely not,” you agreed, before feeling your face warm up under his reverent gaze, “can we…can we stay like this for a while?”

“Of course, angel,” he whispered, “we can stay like this forever.”

“I don’t know about forever…”

“As long as you want,” he kissed the crown of your head as he slowly laid back down with you on top of him, “I love you. Thank you for everything.”

“I love you too, Eddie. Munson.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson one shot #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x reader

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sil3ntfr34k · 5 months

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Postal dude 2 boyfriend headcanons

• Mans is RANCID but you still love him <33

• Even with how sassy and sarcastic as he is, he still has a soft spot for you. Isn't very good as showing it, but he does little things here and there to show his love for you

• Y'all probably met during one of his errands his wife made him run, bumping into each other in line while he was getting milk. He was very surprised that someone is actually talking to him and not cussing him out. Y'all chatted it up before you had to pay for your items and leave, leaving him alone once again

• He would be lying if he said he didn't follow you home like some creep to find out where you live so he could 'check-in' on you periodically

• After a handful of conversations and hang outs, he can't seem to stop thinking about you. Even while still married to his current wife, he'd still fantasize about being married to you instead

• He eventually does divorce his bitch wife so he can have a life with you. This doesn't bother the bitch anyway since she was already cheating on him with Mike J,,,

• Once you two start dating you get to see a softer, more gentle side of Dude. Where he was once a crass and inconsiderate, he has become more understanding and loving. He's surprisingly clingy!

• Before you moved in with Dude (or he moves in with you, whatever you like best) he would always hang out at your place anyway. Hell, he'd even bring over Champ just so he could have both his favorite things with him at the same time.

• (Champ is literally his son he gave birth to, no one can tell him otherwise. Sure Dude can be a little mean to Champ, but what parent doesn't get annoyed of their kids now and then??)

�� If Dude moved in with you, then Champ gets upgraded to a house dog and no longer has to rough it outside since his bitch ex-wife didn't like pets. Also Dude still has his trailer and all, but it's more of a 'back-up house' or storage.

• No matter if he moved in with you or you moved in with him. he lets you decorate however you'd like. he's pretty adaptable to most environments since he moved around to a lot of different places growing up. Of course he's still messy and smells, but he tries JUST A LIL harder for you

• "Sorry babe, but my crack comes first."

• Please be understanding of this. He's been through a lot and it helps with a lot of his problems. From his chronic pains throughout his body to his schizophrenic episodes, being unsober helps him relax

• Dude is really nervous about telling you about his schizophrenia. His ex-wife always made his episodes worse by yelling at him that he's crazy or something, so he dreads having to tell you. What if you don't understand? What if you get weirded-out and leave him?? What if you start to see him as a burden?? Oh god what is he supposed to do if you want him to leave?????

• Underneath his cocky and confident facade, he's actually incredibly insecure and scared. Even just the tiniest bit of rejection or negative action from you is like this roman empire. He had stopped caring about what his ex-wife thought of him long before the divorce so nothing she did or said really affected him. But you. Your too special to him. He hangs off your every word

• Dates with him are very,,, intimate? Not in the way you might think of, more of in a 'It's just us' way. He's not exactly a people person so he doesn't want to even see other people while on a date with you

• He probably lands on something like a dinner and a show at home or playing some video games while eating all the junk food in the world together. To be fair, there's not exactly a 'nice' area in Paradise, so most couples just stay inside for things like this anyway.

• No matter what y'all end up doing, you better believe you have his undivided attention. All you got do is say the magic word ("now") and he will give it to you on a silver platter

• Even with how good of a boyfriend he seems to be, Dude is NOT Mr. Perfect. Dude has his bad habits and red-flags too.

• During heated arguments Dude can and will throw something at you, might even threaten to kill you tbh. Watch ur step bc that gun is always loaded with the safety off. Doesn't help he's trigger happy too,,,

• Dude also needs his alone time. Yesyesyes he loves you dearly, but the man still needs his space. Isn't afraid to say something like "Hey I gotta go do something, be back babe" and proceed to just lay in bed for 3 hours (Postal Dude bedrotting)

• It's very hard to get Postal Dude to open up about ANYTHING. Like, after being together for 5 years AND being engaged, your barely learning about his strange and very illegal family tree. Come to think of it, you never even knew he had parents. Yea you know he has to have a mom and dad, but you don't know if they're any good or still in his life.

• During a manic/depressive/crack-endued/schizophrenic episode, he makes it very hard for you to be there for him. He doesn't mean to do this, but it's not like can help it. To you, he's just acting-out, but to him, everyone is trying to hurt him and he's not safe anywhere. Suddenly it's like he's a totally different person, constantly running away from you and hiding. Honestly it might be best for you to just wait it out, maybe offer him some comforting words but still stay away.

• Overall, Postal Dude is a bumbling idiot who just wants to feel accepted by someone

#postal dude #postal dude x reader #postal 2 dude #postal game #x reader #postal 2 #postal dude x male reader

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david-talks-sw · 6 months

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I got a good feeling about "The Acolyte"

Not even kidding. Like, I've spoken before about why I'm wary of it.

George Lucas' Star Wars is something that intentionally has black and white morality, rather than shades of gray. Those movies are meant for kids and projecting a "gray" morality onto them then proclaiming it was George's vision all along is doing so in bad faith.

The narrative of the Prequels doesn't frame the Prequel Jedi in as negative a light as Leslye Headland, Dave Filoni, etc etc do.

See here for more details, but bottom line: yeah, a show that has a darksider as the underdog is bound to demonize the Jedi (who are the actual underdogs in the Prequels), and obviously that rubs me the wrong way.

BUT.

The trailer looks fucking cool. It really really does.

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And more importantly? I've done some research... and Leslye Headland is ticking a lot of good boxes, in my book.

1. The Acolyte won't be a 10-hour movie.

I've criticized Disney Plus shows before, explaining that a big source for most of their issues is that these series are being structured as "long movies" rather than, y'know, actual shows.

But in this interview with Collider, Headland addresses that: it'll be a series. Not a long movie that you need to watch across four weeks.

Thank God. You have no idea how much that comforts me. Finally a showrunner who's, y'know, actually running a show.

And this goes hand in hand with what she told IGN, here, about how she's going about building suspense.

Yes! Exactly! That's how it's supposed to be!

Like, compare this to Baylan Skoll's storyline in Ahsoka.

In no possible way was that emotionally-fulfilling. For 8 episodes we had no idea what he was after, and the season ended where we still don't know. What does he want? What is he after? Your guess is as good as mine, it's something Mortis-related.

So yeah. Maybe getting the Emmy-nominated trained screenwriter on board to run this was a good idea.

2. Maybe the Jedi will not be as demonized as I originally thought.

Don't get me wrong. 80% of what she says about the Jedi makes me cringe. It's the typical fan's interpretation and y'all know I disagree with that interpretation.

It's painful to see her refer to the Jedi as an institution (not how the Prequels' narrative frames them) and to see her frame "Balance" in the "oh there's so many of them and just two Sith, that means the Force is out of balance" meaning... but at least she acknowledges the Jedi are a benevolent institution.

They're not an "elitist force hiding in their ivory tower" as others have described the Jedi.

Moreover, there'll be a variety of Jedi POVs, many personalities.

Yord Fandar, is described as a strictly by-the-book Jedi Knight and guardian from the Jedi Temple, is an overachiever and a rule follower.

The question now becomes: will the narrative frame him as "your typical Jedi" or is it just this one guy? I'm hoping it's the latter.

I also like how her reasoning goes re: Jedi drawing their lightsabers.

Which explains the hand-to-hand combat seen in the trailer.

This teenager is coming at Carrie-Ann Moss with a dagger, of course the Jedi won't draw her saber.

3. She's a fan of Star Wars... but a screenwriter first.

You can tell in the interviews she's a fan. She's using words like "BBY" and "EU" casually. In the above-linked interviews she's bringing up the Nightsisters, Timothy Zahn, The Clone Wars, she mentions she has a tattoo of Ralph McQuarrie's concept art of Leia, the High Republic books, etc.

She's done her homework. She's a fan.

But the vibe I'm getting from these interviews is that she's weaving in these various lore-elements in a more organic way, rather than in the "fan-servicey" way Dave Filoni has been doing in his shows.

The references and Easter Eggs will be there, but the narrative won't bend over itself just so you can get it. Crafting a good story comes first, and Andor is a beautiful illustration of why this is true.

Which is why I was never bothered about one of the writers never having watched Star Wars before getting the job. You need those fresh eyes when you're tackling something of this scale.

That makes sense to me. Maybe it's because of my own screenwriting experience, but yeah. That out-of-the box perspective is precious.

And like, obviously, that writer watched the films eventually, but for some reason everyone who bitched about Headland omitted that detail and opted for a more bad faith interpretation.

Hm. Wonder why.

Maybe it's the same reason that months ago this clipped audio circulated socials without context, in which she debates whether Star Wars only came from George Lucas and only Lucas is the key.

The FULL context of that interview reveals that she's actually:

debating the "autheur director" myth and positing that it was achieved by a collective of excellent filmmakers and craftspeople that George was skilled and smart enough to recruit...

the studios now think it's a simple as hiring one guy and throwing money at him, because they have no idea what the fuck they're talking about. See Napoleon (2023) for example.

Yes, she also does a jab to the Prequels, which speaks to the generation of fans she's a part of... but overall she's giving Lucas props whilst also stating an ideological difference, that's it!

George is a proponent of the "autheur" theory, Leslye isn't.

However, guess what, in like half the talks George gave post-selling Star Wars? He's giving shoutouts to everyone who helped make the first film, even remembering their names.

So I'm not even sure he'd vehemently disagree with Leslye, in fact they'd prolly have a conversation about it and immediately bitch about how stupid studio executives are :D

But that's not as incendiary, is it? Again, the more I do the research, the more it feels like the reason most of these influencers are hating on her is purely sexist.

I mean, on IGN she's even acknowledging that she does plan on taking stock of fan reactions for Season 2.

It's not a guarantee that she'll incorporate the feedback, but at least that's more consideration than, say, JJ Abrams or Rian Johnson gave the fandom.

She's even bringing the moral ambiguity that the Gray Jedi-loving edge-lords love so much.

"No, she's a woke feminist! Anything she does is evil! Eww, girls!"

🙄

Needless to say... I'm gonna give it a shot.

I think it's gonna be a good show, I think it's gonna be a solid story.

I'm crossing my fingers that they won't as biased against the Jedi as it seems they'll be. Even if they are... if it's still an enjoyable experience, I'll gloss over it.

As @gffa states in this post:

Worst case? It's not a story from George. I can dismiss it from my headcanon without a moment's hesitation :D

#the acolyte #jedi order #star wars #leslye headland #george lucas #Youtube #discussion

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We'll burn the sky | chapter nineteen

Warnings: 18+, minors don't interact! smut, fluff, cunnilingus, blow job, Eddie is a lovesick puppy, very slight angst, mostly fluff, soft smut

Pairing: Rockstar!Eddie Munson x female!rockstar!reader

Summary: You and Eddie finally get what you always wanted.

Word count: 8.3k+

Notes: This is the last chapter but there is also an Epilogue coming!

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There are so many things that Eddie feels guilty for, things that he would do differently if he could go back in time to change them.

He feels bad for the truth that he hid from you for months. He feels bad for how you had found out about his previous relationship. He feels bad for hurting you the way he did, for everything that happened that followed your little fallout. He still feels awful about the night at the trailer and how it made you feel after the moment of bliss faded away. Even after you forgave him, he was plagued by guilt and negative thoughts, he was beating himself up for the longest time. He messed up so many times, he hurt you– you who changed his life forever, you who loved him unconditionally from the very beginning of it all, you who was always there despite the pain he had put you through, you who he loved from the first moment he heard your voice and laid his eyes on you.

Then, he didn’t understand it but looking back, he now knows that he had always loved you. It wasn’t a love that needed to be built up, it was one that was just there naturally and it got stronger and stronger over time. You had his heart from the very beginning, he was yours, wholeheartedly yours.

And you are his just like he is yours.

Eddie kisses you desperately, passionately. Tears burn in the back of his eyes, his heart is racing in his chest, he feels like crying and smiling at the same time. He can’t believe that this is real, that he is kissing you that way, that he gets to undress you and touch and kiss every inch of your body.

You have slipped through his fingers before because of his actions and despite how close you have gotten again, the tiny voice in the back of his mind was telling him that you might not take him back, that you might change your mind about him, that you might leave the band and him but you are here, with him, in his arms, begging for him to make love to you for the very first time.

He was content with waiting, even if that meant waiting forever. He would because there is no one else that he wants, no one but you.

“Please, Eddie.”

Your desperate whisper, your soft touches, your pleading eyes make his heart flutter like crazy.

“I got you, pretty girl,” he murmurs against your skin as he buries his face in your neck after taking your shirt off, he sucks on your skin, marking you up. He pushes you down on the bed, you put your hands on his waist and pull him down with you, catching him off guard a little. His nose bumps against yours, making you both groan.

“Ouch,” you giggle.

He cups your cheeks, “I’m sorry, baby,” he chuckles and leans in to kiss your nose before his lips meet yours again. You sigh into the kiss and wrap your legs around his waist to pull him closer against you. He moans into the kiss when you grind against him. His dick twitches in his pants. The thought of having sex with you, of being inside of you, of making love to you makes him wanna cum already.

“F-Fuck,” he murmurs against your lips, “I already know I’m not gonna last long.” You giggle at his words, brushing your fingers through his hair, you cup his cheeks and look into the eyes that stare back at you with so much love and adoration that it almost makes you cry. You peck his lips, “that’s okay, Eddie. I just wanna feel you.”

Butterflies flutter in his stomach, your touch makes him shiver, he steals another kiss before he pulls himself up a little so he can look at you. Your eyes flash with love and happiness, with longing but also with vulnerability. Your chest is rising up and down heavily as you stare at him in anticipation. He can’t help but lean down again, kissing you again and again and again, making you giggle.

“You are so perfect,” he whispers against your cheek, “so beautiful,” he says as his hands move over your chest before they settle on your waist, “so sexy,” he whispers as he kisses your other cheek, “so fucking adorable,” he whispers as he kisses your forehead, “my girl.”

Your heart flutters in your chest, happiness runs through you. You can’t even fight the smile off your face as you grab his face, “that’s all you.”

His eyes light up and he smiles, “I’m your girl?” He jokes, wiggling his brows.

You snort at his words, looking down at his lips, you lean up to kiss them, “you’re my pretty boy.”

His gaze softens and he almost wants to cry at your words. You don’t know how such simple words mean so much to him.

“All yours,” he whispers.

You tug at his shirt and he doesn’t waste a moment to take it off, throwing it to the ground before he connects his lips with yours again. God, he will never get sick of kissing you, if anything he gets more and more addicted to it.

“I’m all yours,” he mumbles against your lips, “all yours, forever.”

Your hands are all over his skin, touching him like he has never been touched before– with so much love and desperation. He will never be the same again after this and he doesn’t mind, not a single bit. Even if you decide to leave him, even if you decide to break his heart, he could never regret this, he could never regret you. He will always, always love you.

You only part away from the kiss when you are in need of air, gasping and breathing heavily, you stare at each other, wide pupils, lustful gazes– ones filled with love, you make each other feel something you have never felt before.

You touch his chest, tracing his tattoos and leaning in to kiss them, “I always loved these so much,” you whisper.

He cups the back of your head and looks down at you with a smile on his face. He knows that you can feel his heart beating strongly in his chest, he knows that you finally know how much he loves you.

You kiss him softly, whispering praises to him that make his knees grow weaker– only you could make him feel that way.

You kiss your way up to his neck, pushing his hair back, his eyes flutter closed when you attach your lips to the sensitive spot on his skin, “mine,” you whisper as you mark him up the way he did to you. Your hand moves down his stomach, making him suck in a sharp breath, “you’re mine.”

Eddie wraps his arms around you, pulling your almost naked chest tightly against his, “I’m yours,” he nods with a smile, “I always wanted to be yours.”

A moan falls from his lips when you continue to kiss him as you place your palm against his erection, palming him over his jeans.

He slips his hands down to your pants, unbuttoning them quickly. He wants you so bad, he wants to taste you, he wants to hear your moans, he wants to make you feel good. You try to kiss your way down his chest but he pushes you back against the mattress, pinning your wrists against the bed.

“Eddie,” you whine.

“This is about you, sweet girl,” he says, giving you a cocky grin when he pulls back to take your pretty lacy bra off, his mouth waters at the sight of your naked chest, he can’t even help but lean down to suck on your nipple.

“E-Eddie,” you whimper as you reach down to grab his hair.

“You’re so beautiful, fuck,” he mumbles as he continues to suck on your nipple while his other hand grabs at your other boob, “my sexy little rockstar.”

“P-Please.”

Your begs and moans just make him more desperate. You tug on his hair and stare at him with big and pleading eyes.

He takes your pants along with your underwear off. You grow flustered, your cheeks heat up as you stare at him. He has seen you like this before when he touched you on the tour bus or the few times in hotel rooms but never like this, you were never fully bare in front of him, you have never gone all the way with him and it makes you nervous but also excited. This is so much more intimate than what you have done before.

“Fuck,” he curses, staring down at you in awe. The light of the little night lamp illuminates the room just enough for him to see you, your skin looks so soft and smooth and he can’t help but want to kiss every inch of your body, make you feel so loved that you will never doubt him and his love for you again. Your eyes are almost black, pupils so dilated that every color in them is mostly gone, you look at him just the way he looks at you– with nothing but love in your eyes. Eddie wants to freeze this moment, he takes in the sight of you, admiring you and falling more and more in love with you. He leans down, grabbing your thighs, he gently lifts them and places your legs on his shoulders. His mouth waters at the sight of your glistening pussy. He kisses your inner thighs softly, slowly, making you whine in response, soft whispers leaving your lips as you reach down to grab his hair, ‘please, please, please.’ You are begging to be touched by no one but him. He savors this moment as though it’s the only one he will get with you.

His eyes meet yours when he looks up at you through his bangs, his heart flutters when you furrow your brows and stare at him pleadingly. How could he keep you waiting any longer? He licks his lips before he finally tastes you. He licks a stripe up your pussy, making you moan in pleasure and him at your sweetness.

“O-Oh Eddie.”

His stomach flutters at the sound of your moan and at the way you said his name. He repeats the same motion, making you whine more desperately. His nose nudges against your clit when he slips his tongue into your dripping hole– “mhmm baby, you taste so fucking sweet,” he moans against you, already feeling his addiction growing.

You buck your hips up, a filthy moan leaves your lips. You don’t know whether to grip his hair or the sheets beneath you– you opt for the sheets, not wanting to hurt him. You shut your legs around his head, squeezing him in, which for some reason makes him moan. You look down at him, watching the way he gets more and more desperate as he devours you.

He grabs your ass, lifting you up a little as he buries his face further into your pussy, moaning and whimpering against you. He loves it, he loves you.

You can’t even form a single sentence, you can’t open your mouth to speak the way you usually would, all you can do is moan in pleasure and watch your lover eat you out with so much desperation that it already brings you closer to the edge.

He slips his fingers into you, stretching you open for his cock. His tongue finds your clit as his eyes lock with yours yet again, “keep your eyes open, look at me, baby,” he whispers when he sees your eyes fluttering.

“Mhmm,” you nod.

Your stomach tenses, your walls flutter around his fingers, your back arches when he continues to pleasure you with his fingers. You both moan and keep looking into each other’s eyes. Neither of you need any words right now, you can see what the other thinks, you can feel it.

It doesn’t take him long to make you come undone, to make your body shake with pleasure, to make your eyes tear up from the intensity of his touch. He laps up all your sweetness with moans and whimpers before he kisses his way back up to you, connecting his lips with yours again, he kisses you deeply, making you taste yourself on his tongue.

Your thighs are shaking, your heart is racing. You place your hands on his neck and try to push his jeans down with your feet, getting more desperate to feel him inside of you. He tries to get rid of them without breaking the kiss, pushing his pants and his boxers down hastily.

“Shit,” he mumbles as he breaks the kiss when it turns out to be a struggle to keep kissing you while taking his pants off.

You giggle, reaching down to help him take them off. His erection slaps against his stomach when he finally rid himself of his remaining clothes. Your lips part, mouth watering at the sight of him, fully bare on top of you. You wrap your hand around his length and look into his darkened eyes when you begin to stroke him.

He moans your name so prettily, it makes you clench around nothing. He leans his forehead against yours, his eyes flutter closed for a moment. The feeling of your hand, pleasuring him makes him feel so special but he is close, so close already. Tasting you, making you feel good brought him to the edge already.

He opens his eyes, reaching for your hands, he grabs them gently and intertwines your fingers with his before he pins your hands against the sheets beneath you.

“I need to feel you,” he whispers, pressing a loving kiss to your lips, “I’ve wanted this for so long, I’ve wanted you from the moment I laid my eyes on you, sweetheart” he whispers as he slowly lets go of one hand, guiding it down your body, he traces your skin with his fingers before he wraps his hand around his dick to slide it through your wet folds, making you both moan at the feeling.

You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer against you. He teases you with his leaking tip, pressing it against your aching clit.

“P-Please baby,” you whisper.

He keeps his forehead pressed to yours, gazing into your eyes, his lips tug into a sweet smile, “I love you,” he murmurs against your lips when he finally pushes inside of you for the very first time. He gasps at the feeling of your tight walls clenching around him as he slowly inches into you. An overwhelming feeling rushes through him, his senses are heightened. He feels you everywhere, he feels you, he feels your touch so intensely. Your legs squeeze around his waist, your free hand claws at his back, your lips are so gently against his, your breaths mix together as you stare into each other’s eyes with love and desperation, emotions that have been hid for so long finally appear in both your eyes.

Eddie feels you in his heart, he feels you in his soul. God, he loves you.

“I love you, y/n,” he whispers against your lips as he pushes in even deeper, making both his stomach and his heart flutter with happiness, “you are my everything.”

You want him closer and closer, deeper and deeper. You kiss him passionately, moaning and whimpering at the feeling of his cock splitting you open. His hot naked chest is pressed against yours, you can feel his heart racing, you can feel him breathing heavily against you, you can feel him twitching inside of you. You can feel him. He is in your heart and in your soul, he has been from the very beginning.

“I love you, Eddie,” you mumble against his lips, “I love you so much.”

His eyes tear up at your words, at the emotions behind them. His hands connect with yours again, he looks deeply into your eyes, letting you see the tears that are burning inside of his. Once again, he intertwines your fingers together, allowing himself to look at you before he starts moving.

Eddie often thinks about the night at the beach, how much it changed him, how much he realized when he sat across from you and listened to you talk about love as you sat on the sand, beneath the stars.

“D-Do you think that your second love can also be your third?” he asks with a sliver of hope in his eyes.

“Uh– if the betrayal wasn’t too bad and if both healed then yes, I think that your second love can also be your third love."

He thought that you would be his second love but he wasn’t aware that you were his first, his second and his third love– his only love, his true love. He didn’t understand what it truly was, not until then, not until he lost you and realized just how much you mean to him, just how much he loves you, how much he would do for you. There is no him without you. You stepped into his life and he knew that he would do anything for you.

He will look for you in every lifetime, he will find you in every single one of them because you and him, you belong together.

As he feels your hot breath on his lips, as he feels your heart beating in your chest, your hand clinging to his as you push yourself closer against him so you can feel him even closer, he falls even more in love.

Eddie kisses you so deeply that it takes your breath away. A tear rolls down his cheek, mingling into the kiss, you both taste the saltiness as your tongues meet. Eddie starts moving, bottoming out before he pushes back inside of you without breaking the kiss.

All the torture, all the pain is finally over. He has you and you have him and now you can finally let the light in, build your life together and live the way you always wanted to; together.

“You feel so good, baby.”

His moans make you clench around him even more, your chest rises up and down heavier as your breathing becomes uneven.

“Y-You too, Eddie, you feel so good inside of me,” you whimper softly. His glassy eyes show nothing but love, pleasure and desperation, “want you like this forever.”

“Me too, darling,” he whimpers against your lips, “you’re my forever.”

He kisses your lips, your cheeks, your chest, your neck, everything. His thrusts get deeper, more desperate. Your moans become louder, just like his. He grabs your tits, your ass, pulling you closer and closer against him, wanting to feel you more. He can’t get enough of you.

You squeeze your legs around his waist, bucking your hips up to meet his thrusts, he is deep, so deep inside of you that you can feel him in your stomach. He hits that spot perfectly, making stars appear in your vision. You are dripping down onto the sheets, your walls flutter around him.

The room is filled with heavy breaths and desperate moans as he makes love to you.

He presses his fingertips against your clit, rubbing it in circles, “are you close, baby?”

“Mhmm,” you whimper as you squeeze around him, making him moan louder in response as he clings to your body with such desperation that it’s enough to heal all the opens in your body, “are you?”

“Yes– fuck, yes.”

“Cum with me, Eddie, please,” you plead as you pull him in deeper, if that’s even possible, “cum inside of me.”

His eyes widen a little, lips parting and heart skipping a beat.

“Fuck.. okay, baby, okay,” he whimpers as he thrusts deeper into you, deeper and harder. Stealing both yours and his breath away, he rubs your clit fastly and watches you, he watches the way your face contorts into pleasure, he watches the way you gasp at the feeling as you get tighter around him, he feels the way your stomach clenches, the way you cling to his body because you need him just the way he needs you.

A feeling that he has never felt before rushes through him, he can’t even describe it, he can’t put it into words but it feels so good and he knows that it’s because of you.

“I love you,” he whimpers against your lips as you both cum together, “I love you, y/n.” He spills inside of you just as you gush around his cock.

Your bodies are both shaking, you cling to each other, holding each other as your lips meet for the millionth time this night. Your hearts beat in sync, your lips move more softly and slowly against each other unlike before. His thrusts slow down before he collapses on top of you, careful not to crush you though.

When you part from the kiss, you cup his cheeks and wipe away the tears that have fallen from his eyes, kissing his cheeks and his forehead, “you’re my pretty boy.”

He smiles at you, leaning into your touch, “and you’re my pretty girl.”

For a moment, you just admire each other, enjoying the feeling of the closeness you are feeling as he is still inside of you. His gaze softens even more, he traces your skin, your nose, your lips, your cheek.

“Be my girl.”

“I was always your girl, Eddie.”

He smiles, “I mean, be my girlfriend, be mine.”

“Only if you will be my boyfriend.”

He twitches inside of you at your words, causing you to laugh. He squeezes his eyes shut, cheeks growing red as he groans, burying his face in your neck, “don’t laugh at me.”

“I’m not,” you giggle, “you’re cute.”

“The thought of being your boyfriend makes me hard again.”

You laugh again, he bites your neck playfully and flips you over so his back is flat against the mattress while you lie on top of him. He smiles when you cling to him, he presses a soft kiss to your lips, “so, will you be my girlfriend, like for real?”

You giggle and nod as your eyes flicker with happiness, “yes.”

His eyes light up, his heart skips a beat, joy and peace settle inside of his chest.

“R-Really?”

You nod and wrap your arms around him, “yes, really,” you whisper as you kiss his lips, “will you be my boyfriend?”

His eyes well up with tears and he smiles widely, “is that even a question?” He asks before he kisses you again, “I’m your boyfriend and you are my girlfriend,” he says as he strokes your cheek, admiring you with a soft look in his eyes, “it’s all I ever wanted.”

“Me too,” you smile.

Eddie pulls you tightly against him, he kisses your forehead and plays with your hair. He thinks back to all the moments when he thought that he had lost you and how they don’t matter anymore because you are here, with him, in his arms, where you belong and when he wakes up the next morning, you are still here, snuggled up to him, holding onto him tightly as if you are afraid to lose him, even in your sleep.

It’s the best sleep he had gotten in a while. For the first time, he wakes with a peaceful feeling, a smile tugs at his lips as he stares down at you. The sun is shining, the light lays softly on you. You are so beautiful.

He brushes your hair out of your face and strokes your bare skin, kissing your shoulder. You greet him with a smile that morning, a glint in your eyes that has been missing for a long time– it’s finally back again, he’s got his girl back. He knows that everything will be okay now. You got each other back and everything that happened, doesn’t matter any longer and everything that will happen, will only push you closer and closer. You will get through everything, together, side by side.

You kiss each other and whisper a soft, ‘hi,’ before you hide your face in the crook of his neck. Kissing him there.

“Good morning, girlfriend,” he smiles, squeezing your naked waist.

“Good morning, boyfriend,” you giggle.

Your giggle, your smile, your voice, your beautiful face drives him crazy. He adores you. He is so in love with you.

“How did you sleep?” You mumble into his neck.

“Good, it was the best sleep of my life,” he grins, “how about you? How are you feeling?” He asks, knowing how sick you feel in the mornings.

You pull back and look at him, furrowing your brows as you look off into the distance. He can’t help but smile at the cute frown on your face.

“I-I feel good.”

“You do?” He asks.

“Yeah,” you smile, nodding, “I feel good.”

Your mom’s words no longer matter, the articles and the paparazzi no longer matter, all that happened before, doesn’t matter.

Eddie loves you and he proved it when he took care of you all this time, when he was there for you when you weren’t feeling good, when he protected you and stood by you when all those horrible things went down, when he promised to raise a child with you that he thought was yours and Steve’s, he promised it last night when he touched and kissed you, when he made love to you for the first time.

He is here and he loves you and he is yours, that’s all that matters.

“Thank you,” you whisper.

“For what?” He asks, his brows draw together.

“For everything,” you say and kiss his lips, “for taking care of me, for being there, for loving me.”

He sees the look in your eyes, he knows that your mother must have said some awful things to you, ones that made you doubt everything but his actions, his words, his love for you proved you otherwise.

“I should be the one thanking you, sweetheart,” he whispers as he grabs your chin, “I messed up pretty bad–”

“That doesn’t matter anymore,” you mumble, interrupting him, “we’re together now, that’s all that matters, right?”

“yes baby,” he nods, smiling, “it’s you and I, and nothing else matters.”

A smile pulls at your lips as you stare at him, at his twinkling eyes, at his messy curls. Your fingers trace his tattoos, your lips find his, the urge to take care of him pushes you to kiss down his chest. His breath hitches in his throat when he watches you kiss down his body, he places his hand on the top of your head, watching you push the sheets off of him, “w-what are you doing, baby?”

“‘M gonna take care of you, pretty boy,” you whisper as you look at him through hooded eyes, “you took such good care of me, I wanna do the same for you.”

Blood rushes to his cock when you get closer to his dick, you lick his happy trail, smirking at the gasp that fell from his lips.

“S-Shit,” he whimpers, fingers grasping your hair, “please baby,” he moans.

You keep your eyes on him as you wrap your hand around his cock, licking the underside of it, you moan.

His eyes widen at your action, pushing himself up to his elbows, he stares at you with big eyes, “h-holy fuck.”

“You have such a pretty cock, Eddie,” you smirk as you repeat the same motion before you start off with kitten licks, teasing his tip with your tongue before you spit down on him and stroke him a little, enjoying his moans and pleads, “keep moaning like that for me, Eddie. I love it,” you murmur before you take him into your mouth.

“O-Oh baby!” Eddie gasps at the feeling, he pulls at your hair and moans filthily, “y-you’re f-fuck… so– Ah!” He gasps again when you gently play with his balls and take him even deeper as you hollow your cheeks. His stomach clenches and his hips buck up a little, making you choke on his cock when it hits the back of you throat, his eyes widen, “s-shit, I’m sorry– Oh..” He moans when you suck harder and look up at him with big and glassy eyes. “Y-You have a filthy mouth, sweetheart,” he gasps. You moan– you fucking moan as you suck him off desperately and when he pulls your hair harder, you moan louder and arch your back. It only makes you act rougher, you swirl your tongue around him, drool slips down your jaw as you suck him off harder, “j-jesus christ,” he whimpers, he breathes heavier and heavier.

You jerk him off where your mouth can’t reach him, you hollow your cheeks, moans and whimpers vibrate against him.

“Y/n, baby,” he whines, looking down at you with awe and pleasure in his eyes. No one had ever made him feel this way, no one has ever touched him with so much want and need, with so much love and pleasure, “you’re such a good girl for me,” he breathes as he strokes your hair, “making me feel so good, shit– I love you.”

“Mmm,” you moan around him, going faster when you feel him twitching inside of your mouth. You know he is close, a look into his eyes, a loud moan and your hands on his balls as you suck his dick with desperation is enough, he grips your hair tightly and looks into your eyes giving you a warning look– not sure if you want him to cum inside your mouth but when you give him a desperate look and hollow your cheeks even more, he knows you want it.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck….” He whines, barely able to keep his eyes open but he wants to see you, he wants to watch you.

Seeing him that way, falling apart for you, arching his back in pleasure because of you, whining and moaning, seeing his cheeks grow red and hearing him say your name, brings you so much pleasure. His hair is messy, his dark eyes look down at you pleadingly, his lips are parted, whimpers falling from them when he cums inside of your mouth.

You close your eyes, moaning as you swallow it all before you release him with a pop!

Eddie is gasping for air, breathing heavily and staring at you with a shocked look on his face, his heart is beating in his chest, he is sure that it’s about to explode, “holy shit! I think you sucked my soul out.”

You giggle, crawling on top of him, you straddle his waist and place your hands on his chest, wiping your slick chin.

He stares up at you in awe, placing his hands on your thighs, “you’re not real,” he whispers as eyes your naked body, “you are too good to be real.”

Your whole face lights up, a smile appears on your face, one that makes his heart beat faster, “I’m very real,” you whisper as you lean down to kiss his cheek.

“Very real and all mine,” he smiles.

“All yours,” you whisper and snuggle against his chest, “do you wanna take a shower with me?”

“Can I eat you out in the shower?”

“Sure.”

“Okay, let’s go,” he chuckles, happily.

“Where are they?”

“Maybe she’s feeling sick again.”

“Or maybe they’re fighting–”

“In the sheets?” Gareth wiggles his brows at Johnny, causing him to laugh.

He shakes his head, “nah, not in the sheets, man. Eddie was pissed last night when they left the bar.”

“Nothing that some angry fucking can’t fix,” Gareth laughs, “they’ve been awfully clingy lately, especially Eddie.”

“Probably because he’s jealous of Steve,” Johnny says as he sips on his coffee.

Jeff stares off into the distance, picking at his fruit as he waits for you and Eddie to join the three at them for breakfast.

“I thought so too but then they left the hotel room together after new years–”

“Because Robin hooked up with y/n’s friend and Steve couldn’t stay with them.”

Gareth shakes his head and bites into his bagel, “nah, I bet they all fucked.”

“I don’t think so.”

Gareth shrugs as he continues to scarf down his food the way he always does at the breakfast buffets, “well, I think y/n and Eddie are finally getting down to business,” he laughs.

Jeff raises his eyebrows when he sees you and Eddie walking in, not minding the staff or the people around you as you kiss each other before you pull away, only to kiss again. A smile takes over his face.

“You know what? I think you might be right this time.”

The other two men raise their brows, following Jeff’s gaze to where you and Eddie are standing. You are pouring yourself a coffee into a mug as he stands behind you with his arms wrapped around your waist, kissing your cheek.

“Oh my god,” Gareth grins, “fucking finally! These two have caused me so much emotional stress.”

Jeff laughs, shaking his head at his friend, “you’re such a drama queen.”

“Who is a drama queen?” Eddie asks as the two of you join them, he pulls the chair back for you, winking at you when you give him a cheeky smile as you sit down.

“Gareth,” Jeff says as he looks down at Eddie’s neck, which is covered in hickeys, a grin appears on his face. Eddie’s eyes are filled with nothing but happiness. He looks over at you, you were better at hiding the marks on your neck, still they peek out from beneath your shirt. You look relaxed, rested and at peace– for the first time in a while. Your lips are pulled into a smile, your skin is glowing and you look happy. Jeff smiles to himself. Finally, he thinks to himself.

You and Eddie intertwine your fingers together, flashing each other a smile. You are together. They don’t have to ask to know. You both seem happier than you have ever been before and they can’t help but feel happy for you as well.

Months of touring through the country were now over, you’ve seen so many cities you haven’t been in before, met the most amazing people when you visited the hometown of your friends and bandmates. You and Eddie have grown together, you have lost each other for a moment but found your way back to one another. You don’t dwell too much on the bad things, you focus on the good, on the future that you have with Eddie and with the band.

After a long talk with Sam and Rob, you have agreed on taking a small break after Jeff broke the news to everyone, revealing the secret that he and Wren have been hiding for a while. He was going to be a dad. And while Gareth was freaking out, he couldn’t help but be happy to become an uncle.

You and Eddie have started to work on your next album, despite the agreement that you would be taking a break, you couldn’t help but write songs together, you are inspired by each other– you are each other’s muse. And as each day passes, you fall more and more in love with each other, surprising yourselves with the intensity of your feelings.

Who would’ve known that you could love someone so much?

Eddie’s love for you is something out of this world. You were always a romantic and believed in true love and one that you would only ever read about in books but Eddie loves you even more than that. His love for you cannot be put into words, just like your love for him can’t be put into words.

And it never changes, it never fades away, it never becomes weaker, if anything it becomes stronger.

A few months later, you wear a shiny ring on your finger, one that you haven’t taken off ever since Eddie had proposed to you on a summer night at the beach that you had taken him to a year prior to the proposal. Eddie had taken you to the karaoke bar first where you first met before he nervously took you to your spot on the beach and got down on one knee to ask you to marry him. You both cried and smiled in happiness, fantasizing every night about your wedding ever since as you laid in your shared bed in your new house.

Eddie watches you with big and soft eyes, his lips are parted, a warm feeling spreads across his whole body as he stares at you. He doesn’t even hear Jeff’s words or Lucas as he laughs at Jeff’s jokes. All he sees is you holding Jeff and Wren’s newborn.

He leaves the conversation, walking over to you with a soft smile on his lips. You are watching the little boy with awe in your eyes as he lays on your lap, you coo at him when he yawns and stretches his tiny body. Your smile widens when you lock eyes with your fiance.

Eddie sits down next to you, leaning in to kiss your cheek, “having fun?”

“Mhmm,” you nod, “look at him, he’s the cutest.”

Eddie’s eyes soften, he looks at the tiny little human in your arms and he can’t help but imagine one of your own– he wonders what they would look like, would they have your eyes or his? He hopes they will get your pretty eyes. “Hmm, he looks like a little Jeff with the big head.”

You gasp but you can’t help but laugh, “Eddie!”

The little boy scrunches his face up, making a funny nose. You frown, taking his tiny hands, “shh, you don’t have a big head, little one.”

Eddie chuckles, his heart flutters in his chest when you kiss the tiny hands.

“C-Can I hold him?”

You turn to look at him, smiling at his question, “of course,” you say, though you aren’t sure if you are prepared to see him with a baby in his arms. Still, you carefully hand him over and even though he had never held a baby in his arms before, he looks like a natural as he takes the little boy into his arms. Eddie leans back against the couch and holds the little boy against his chest, he snuggles against his chest.

“Oh my god,” you whisper as you stare at them both, “look at you, you’re a natural.”

Eddie can’t help but smile.

“He likes you.”

You lay your head on his shoulder and gaze up at him, your stomach flutters. You love seeing him like this, with a baby in his arms and a happy smile on his face. Eddie turns to you, pressing a soft kiss on the top of your head, “yeah? I like him too,” he chuckles, his large hand makes the newborn look even smaller. He looks down at you, at the way you snuggle up to him and reach for the tiny little hand that grasps your finger tightly. Eddie’s heart flutters wildly in his chest, watching the way you smile with a flash with adoration in your eyes. Eddie wraps his free arm around you, holding the two of you.

You both giggle and coo at him when he stretches again. Neither of you hear the flash of the camera going off, you are too busy admiring the baby–well you are, Eddie is admiring you.

“I can’t wait to have one of our own,” he whispers, squeezing your arm.

Your eyes soften, heart skipping a beat as you look back into his eyes, “really?”

He nods, “yeah, I’d have one with you right away,” Eddie says with a blush on his face.

Grinning, you cup the back of his neck and pull him down, pecking his lips which makes him smile at you.

“What about the second album and the tour?”

He frowns, shrugging, “baby on tour, sweetheart,” he smirks, “we’ll raise a little rockstar.”

You snort at his words, “I’m not gonna be a stay at home mom while you tour the world and get to be around all these pretty groupies while I–” He cuts you off with another kiss, “I don’t care about them, you know that,” he mumbles, frowning at you, “and I’d be willing to be a stay at home dad if you wanted to continue touring.”

“Seriously?” You gasp.

He nods, smiling, “mhmm, mom gets to be a rockstar and dad is a cool retired rockstar,” he says laughing.

You shake your head at him, laughing.

“No, we should just do another album, another tour and then we should both be stay at home parents,” you shrug.

You don’t ever want to be away from him, not even for a single day and he feels the same, he wants you by his side, all the time.

“I like that,” he smiles.

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm, we should start practicing though,” he smirks, wiggling his brows.

“Like we aren’t practicing all day to make you a daddy,” you giggle.

“Oh fuck,” he groans as his eyes widen, “you make me wanna bend you–”

“Not in front of the baby!” Lucas says as he holds his own hands over his ears. Max shakes her head at her boyfriend, snorting at him, “which baby are you talking about, you or the actual baby?” She rolls her eyes.

He tilts his head, glaring at her, “I’m talking about little Olaf.”

You and Eddie start laughing.

“His name is Oliver!” Wren calls from the kitchen.

Lucas shrugs as he looks down at Oliver, “I like Olaf more.”

“You are so weird,” Max mumbles before she looks back at you and Eddie. A small smile tugging at her lips, “you’d be cool parents.”

“I agree,” Eddie smirks as he looks down at you with a suggestive look in his eyes that tells you, ‘let’s go home right now.’ Which you end up doing, unable to say no to him and his puppy eyes.

The night ends the way it always does, with you both naked, tangled in the sheets, unable to get enough of each other. No matter how rough or desperate he is with you, he never fails to show you how much he loves you. He always takes care of you, he always makes sure that you are feeling good and you do the same for him, you take care of each other.

It usually never takes you long to fall asleep in his arms but that night, you lie awake and watch him sleep– not knowing that that’s what he usually does. You run your fingers through his curls and trace his tattoos. The warm feeling inside your chest, the one that he gave you from the start, never faded away, the feeling of safety he gave you even in the worst times, never left, it’s here and it’s stronger than ever just like his love for you.

Eddie makes you feel strong and brave, something that you have never really felt like before. It gives you the courage to do something you have been so afraid of all these years. You lean in to kiss his cheek before you carefully push the sheets off of your body, reaching for your panties and his shirt, you put them on before you open the drawer on your bedside table. Instantly, letting your eyes fall on the letter you kept carrying around with you wherever you went. You take it out, holding it against your chest, you look back at him one more time before you get up and walk out onto your little balcony.

You walk over to the railing and take the moment to look up into the starlit sky, the moon shines brightly, making everything appear much later than usual. The crickets chirping, the soft wind touches your bare skin.

You take deep breaths before you look down at the letter nervously. With shaky hands, you open the envelope and before you hesitate or decide against it, you pick the letter out and open it. Unfolding it. You instantly tear up when you read the first words.

To my little girl,

Why were you ever afraid to open it? Why were you ever afraid to read the words your dad had written to you? You know that he loved you. You know that he would never say anything cruel to you. Yet, your evil mind convinced you that he left because you were simply too much.

You blink the tears away and take another deep breath, holding the letter with your shaky hands.

I’m sorry about what happened, I’m sorry that I left you. I’m sorry that I can’t be there the way you have always been there with me. I want you to know that you are the only thing that kept me here for so long, my little sunshine. Getting to be a dad, getting to be your dad was the best thing that could ever happen to me, watching you grow up and grow into this amazing girl that you are now was worth all the pain in this world.

Yesterday, you showed me the song that you wrote, you played it on the guitar that used to be mine and I saw the happiness in your eyes, the passion and the love you have found for music when you sang and played it for me and I knew that you had already found a place in this world. I know that you will make it far, further than I did. You will get everything you have ever dreamed of. I might not be there to see it but I know that you will be up on the big stages, singing to the people that love you.

Don’t let anything stop you, not pain, not heartbreak, not grief. Don’t let the things that destroy you from hoping for something better, don’t close yourself off because you are afraid of love. Sometimes it hurts so badly that you don’t know how to keep going but you will heal, I know you will. You are strong and brave and I know that you will beat this world and the pain that is out there.

I am proud of you and for who you have become already, my sweet girl. I wish I got to see you grow up, I wish I got to see you become the rockstar that you already are, I wish I got to see you fall in love with someone amazing, I wish I got to walk you down the aisle. I wish I got to hold you one more time. But I want you to know that I’m here, I’m with you every step of the way and I’m proud of you, I am so proud of you, y/n.

There is someone out there who will love you unconditionally, someone who will make you happy and lay the world, the universe at your feet and don’t you ever forget this, you will be loved.

Goodbye, my sweet girl.

Your tears are staining the white paper, smudging the black ink, you cry silently, letting the tears run down your cheeks. Your heart is aching but to know what he had said to you, finally brings you the peace that you always needed. To know that your dad was proud of you, that he loved you before he left this world sets you free and gives you the comfort that you have needed ever since the night you lost him.

You will be loved. That’s what he always said to you but you struggled to believe it after he died.

But then Eddie came along and he loves you, he loves you the way your dad said he would. Eddie loves you unconditionally, he gave you his heart.

You fold the paper and put it back into the envelope, placing it on the small table, you wipe your tears and look up into the night sky.

“Goodbye dad,” you whisper for the first time. A fallen star appears in the sky and a gentle breeze touches your cheek. A sad smile appears on your face. For a moment, you just stand there and look up into the sky.

Gentle hands tug at your waist, pulling you into the warm chest of your lover, “where’d you go, sweetheart?” Eddie whispers as he hugs you softly from behind, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, “I can’t sleep without you.”

You place your hands on his forearms and lean back, laying your head on his bare chest, you turn your head to look at him, taking in the sight of his messy hair and tired eyes. Cute.

“I couldn’t sleep,” you whisper as you lean up to kiss his jaw.

He frowns, eyes saddening when he notices the look on your face, he knows that you have been crying, instantly, he cups your cheeks and eyes you with a concerned look in his eyes, “w-what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you smile, leaning into his touch, “I’m just happy,” you whisper.

He smiles at your words, he turns you around, looking at you with love in his eyes as he leans down to press a gentle kiss to your lips, “I love you, y/n.”

“I love you too, Eddie.”

You smile at each other, stealing more kisses from one another before you lay your head on his chest, sighing at the feeling of his warm hug. He kisses the top of your head, “I’m the luckiest man alive.”

“And I’m the luckiest girl alive,” you giggle.

He chuckles, unable to fight the smile off his lips, “I think I have a name for our new album.”

“Really? What is it?” You ask as you lay your chin on his chest and gaze up at him.

He can’t help but kiss you again before he whispers, “we’ll burn the sky.”

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I Know I Should Know Better 4

Pairing: Curtis Everett x Female Reader, references to past Colin Shea x Female Reader & past Johnny Storm x Female Reader

Word Count: ~3.5k

Summary: Curtis has been working as your body guard for almost two years now. Standing by and watching you work and party your life away is becoming more and more difficult, but is there anything he can do about it?

Warnings: Angst, adult themes, complicated power dynamics, minor age difference (not explicit in this part, but reader is mid-twenties and Curtis is early thirties), drinking & implied drug use, explicit language, bad boyfriend (Colin continues to be awful, even though we haven't actually seen him since part 2), self-destructive behavior, anxiety, negative self-talk. She's still having a bad time, you guys. All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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A/N: Well, here it is! As I currently have it planned, this will be seven parts, so we're officially past the halfway point now. This part's a little shorter, but I'm hoping you'll think it's worth it.

Big thanks to @drabblewithfrannybarnes for helping me nail down the new character here! (If you don't remember doing that Carly, it's because it was ages ago 🤣)

Any comment, reblog, or ask to let me know what you think will be greatly appreciated. Even if it's just screaming at me. 😄 As always, thank you so much for reading! 💜

The drive to the restaurant was uncomfortable. Or maybe it wasn’t. Maybe it was just you. Sitting in the backseat alone, while Curtis and Jensen quietly conversed in the front, you felt ridiculous. You should learn how to drive. You were a grown woman who couldn’t even get herself anywhere—just another way you didn’t know how to be responsible for yourself.

You stared at Curtis in the front seat. It’d been a few weeks since your boundaries conversation. You hadn’t spoken to him much since. He was right. It was better. Cleaner. But you missed being able to talk to him.

Something had changed about the way he watched you though. You would swear that it was more intense now, the way his eyes followed you around the room. And it always seemed like he had something to say, he’d just never say it. He didn’t make any sense.

You took a breath. You were nervous about this lunch. You weren’t entirely sure what the purpose of it was, aside from the fact that Marnie Reynolds had wanted to meet. You hadn’t seen her in years and then she just texted you out of the blue two days ago, asking if you wanted to have lunch. You assumed she was going to pitch you something. Why else would she want to talk? You hoped it’d be something easy to agree to. It would make Wilford and Tanya feel better if someone actively wanted to work with you, at the very least.

The restaurant wasn’t the kind of place you normally went to. It was nice, but tucked away, not designed for those who wanted to see and be seen. Marnie had chosen it. She was waiting for you at a small table in the back, even more private. She stood as you approached and enveloped you in a warm hug. She was just as glamorous as you remembered, suddenly hit by memories of sitting in her trailer while she let you try on her jewelry. She’d always been so nice to you. “Oh, honey, it’s so good to see you,” she said as you both sat down.

You smiled and nodded. “It’s good to see you, too. How are you?”

“Oh, good, good,” she said with a big smile. “Just got back from a shoot in Greece. Happy to be home.” Her eyes lost a little of their luster as she asked, “How are you, darling?”

“Oh, I’m fine,” you said. You could tell she wanted you to say more, but you just nodded and shrugged.

“Well,” she looked at you carefully, “I can’t get over how grown up you are. I know it’s silly, but I think I’ll always see you as the sixteen-year-old I met at the table read ten years ago.”

“You and all of America,” you said dryly before you could think better of it.

Instead of chastising you, she just nodded. “I’m very grateful I didn’t have to grow up so publicly and then have to make that transition to being an adult. I can’t imagine how hard that is.”

You shrugged again. You didn’t really know what to say to her.

“Which, speaking of, I owe you an apology.”

Panic rose in your chest. Oh, god. Had she sold a story about you? Said something private in an interview? Blocked you from a new role? You weren’t sure you could handle one more thing right now. “Oh?” you asked shakily.

She nodded, seriously. “I should have done a better job of keeping in touch with you after we’d finished the movie. I owed you that much. I’m sorry.”

You furrowed your brow, confused. “That’s fine. You’ve been so busy. I didn’t really expect you to remember me. I mean, you won an Oscar. I know how much work that takes.”

“Mmm,” she said, “and you sent me flowers.”

You shrugged. You just kept shrugging. “Well, you were always kind to me, and I was so happy for you. It seemed like the least I should do.”

“You were always so sweet. I’m so happy to see that hasn’t changed.”

At the sincerity on her face, you looked down at your menu. You didn’t know what to say to that.

“How’s your mom?” she asked, her tone strangely cautious. “Is she still your manager?”

“Oh, no. Wilford helped me get a new one when I turned 18. He thought I needed someone more experienced.”

She let out a breath, almost like she was relieved. “I have to admit, I’m happy to hear that.” You gave her a confused look and she continued softly, “She was always so hard on you. It was part of why I always invited you to my trailer. It seemed like you could really use a break from her.” She gave you another impossibly warm smile. “Plus, you were such great company. I loved making that movie with you.”

You couldn’t hide your relief when the server chose that moment to take your orders. You didn’t know what to do with the fondness in Marnie’s eyes.

Once you were both done ordering, you decided you were ready to talk business. “So, what’s the project?” you asked.

She looked confused. “Project?”

“Uh, yeah. Whatever you wanted to pitch me? The reason you asked me here.”

“Oh, honey, no, I’m sorry. There’s no project. I just wanted to see you.”

That didn’t make sense. That she didn’t want to work with you again made sense. No one did, so of course she didn’t either. But then why else were you here? “I don’t understand,” you said quietly.

She let out a sad little sigh. “I’ve seen some of what’s been going on with you, online, and it just seems like you need a friend. I want to be that for you. I think about you more than you know.”

“Oh,” was all you managed to say.

She grabbed your hand over the table. “There’s so much going on for you right now. I can’t imagine how hard it must be, and then to have to deal with it in public too.”

You didn’t say anything, just looked at your joined hands on the table. Then, finally, still looking down, “Uh, yeah. I’m having a pretty hard time.”

She squeezed your hand. “I’m so sorry. I’m here to listen if you ever want to talk about it.”

You finally looked up and nodded, but didn’t say anything else. You weren’t sure you could.

She looked at you carefully. “Have you thought about taking a break at all?”

You were reminded of Curtis, sitting on your couch, looking at you so earnestly, talking about taking a year off. You shook the image out of your head. “No,” you said. “It isn’t a good time. My reputation isn’t great right now, so I need to get back out there and show people that I can do the work. I need to fix it.”

“Mmm,” she hummed, “that sounds like agent speak.”

“Well,” you shrugged, “he’s right.”

“Remember, though,” she said, slowly, “that you’re a person, too. Not just a career.”

You just looked at her, blankly. Your career had been the most important thing about you since you were nine years old. You didn’t know how to separate the two. Luckily, that was when the server returned with your food, and Marnie graciously took it as a sign to take over the conversation for the rest of your meal. She talked about the movie she’d just finished, how her kids were doing, and the large garden she was planting at home. It was nice. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d had a meal out with a friend like this.

Still, you left the restaurant feeling raw and restless. You weren’t sure what to do with that conversation, the hard parts of it. The way she looked at you like she actually saw you. There was an itch in you now that just made you want to run.

Instead, as soon as you got home, you poured yourself a glass of sangria from the pitcher your housekeeper kept in your fridge and took the latest script Wilford had sent you onto your deck. You could feel Curtis watching you as you moved through the glass doors. That was his job, you told yourself. It was just his job.

The script fucking sucked. It was awful. The opposite of what you wanted to do. But you knew what Wilford would say. Beggars can’t be choosers. This was your fault. You were the one who’d destroyed your reputation. You had to be the one to fix it. And if making shit like this would fix it, then that’s what you had to do. Too many people relied on you for you not to do whatever you could, take whatever paychecks you could get. You hated it. You hated it so much. But you would do it.

You picked up your phone. You hadn’t realized how much time had passed. It was well into the evening now. There was a text from Michelle an hour ago, letting you know she’d left. And a few minutes ago, one from Nikki, a girl you partied with sometimes, that just said ‘Fuck them both!’

What the hell did that mean? Panic began to crawl up your throat and your hands started to shake as you typed your name into Google and clicked on News. Your stomach dropped. Johnny Storm, that snowboarder you’d barely dated over a year ago, apparently had a podcast now. And the latest episode, posted that day, featured Colin Shea as its guest. Shit. Fuck. You couldn’t even look at what they’d said. There was no point. It was all just the same old bullshit.

You felt tears start to prick at your eyes. Why couldn’t everyone just leave you the fuck alone? You weren’t even that interesting. How could they possibly have anything to talk about?

Fuck that, you thought, as you stormed back into your house. You distantly registered Curtis calling after you, but you didn’t pay any attention. You were too focused. You headed straight up to your bedroom. They wanted something to talk about? You’d fucking give it to them! You charged into your closet and grabbed the sluttiest, shiniest dress you had. Fuck yeah. You could do this. You would be exactly who they wanted you to be. If they wanted a show so fucking badly, you’d give them one.

You ran back downstairs, looking for a particular pair of earrings that a costar had given you as a wrap gift a couple of years ago – huge dangly ones that said Fuck on one ear and You on the other. There was nothing subtle about what you were going for tonight.

You’d have to think of someone to call, too. Someone suitable for the kind of scene you wanted to make, the kind of big mistake you wanted to fall into. You were so fucking tired of holding it all together. You were done. Your mind immediately landed on Lucas Lee, your costar in that dumb action movie last year. He was awful but so hot. Nothing but trouble and always up for whatever. Perfect.

As you entered your living room, your eyes landed on one of your jewelry boxes on the coffee table. There they were! As you picked up the box, you realized Curtis was sitting by himself on the couch. You saw him take in your short, sparkly dress and grimace. You weren’t in the mood to analyze it. “I’m going out,” you announced. “Have Jensen get the car ready.”

You were already moving through, headed back upstairs when you heard Curtis rasp, “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

You turned on a dime. “Excuse me?”

“I think,” he said slowly, so calmly you wanted to break something, “that going out right now, in the sort of mood you’re clearly in, would be a very bad idea.”

What the actual fuck? “Since when,” you asked, your voice quiet with seething anger, “is it your job to tell me what to do?”

He shook his head and you didn’t know how to react to how sad he looked. “I’m not telling you to do anything. I’m asking you to stay home tonight. For your own safety, which very much is my job.”

You just stared at him, dumbfounded. You didn’t understand him. He told you you weren’t friends. He was the one who said he was just your bodyguard. So what the hell was he doing now?

In the moment you stood frozen, just staring at him, he took a cautious step forward. “Did something happen?” he asked barely above a whisper.

You shook your head furiously. You felt like you could barely form words. You were so angry and lost, and scared, and sad, and confused. You were feeling more than you thought your body could contain. And you knew, you knew, the only way to get these feelings out would be to go out and get as wild as you could. And here Curtis was, not letting you. You were afraid you were going to explode. “That’s fine,” you finally got out, ignoring his question. “You don’t have to come with me. Jake neither. I’ll get a fucking Uber.” You took a step towards the opening of the room. “Go home Jake!” you shouted through the house. “I won’t need you tonight!”

Curtis sighed your name. “I’m not going to let you go out by yourself,” he said firmly.

You threw your hands in the air. “Then make up your goddamn mind!”

Jake appeared in the doorway, looking confused and Curtis turned to him. You took the opportunity to get back to the safety of your room, leaving your security detail to figure their shit out. Once back in your room, you dug through the jewelry box until you found the earrings you were looking for. You heard your back door open and close. Good. Jake, at least, was gone. You knew Curtis would be harder, but you were fucking determined.

Just as you were opening Uber on your phone, Curtis appeared in your doorway. “What,” you growled.

“Would you just listen to me for a minute?!” He said, not quite a yell, but not not that either, as he barged into your room. All of his practiced calm from downstairs was completely gone. “Something bad is going to happen if you go out tonight! It is, I know it is. And I know you can feel it too!”

“Why do you care?!” You shouted at him. “No one else does! Why do you care so much?!”

“You know why!” he shouted back, and took another step toward you, but then suddenly stopped. Much, much quieter, much softer, and with eyes so pleading, he said “You must know.”

You didn’t. You really don’t think you knew until that moment, when the realization slammed into you. Every look, every sigh, all of the moments of him that hadn’t made sense. You took a step back. “What?” you breathed, barely realizing that you were shaking.

He took a step forward to follow you, then stopped. He opened his mouth to say something, but you shook your head at him. “No,” you said. “You can’t.”

“I can’t?!” he asked, incredulous and upset again.

“No!” you shouted, but it was so much weaker now. “I just– Why would– I’m such a fucking mess!” You were starting to cry, the adrenaline of the last half-hour finally leaking out of you, replaced by that same bone-deep exhaustion that you’d had for too long. “I barely have a high school education. I don’t know how to do anything for myself. No one wants to work with me. I am barely keeping it together and everyone knows it. I’m a trainwreck! Why would you–” You couldn’t bring yourself to say the words that you knew he meant. “Why would you have feelings for someone like that?”

The sadness was back in his face. You looked away, unable to bear it. In your periphery, you saw him take a cautious step forward, then pause. When you made no move to run, he eliminated the distance between you, standing directly in front of you. He slowly, gently, carefully brought one hand up to touch your face, caressing your cheek with his thumb. “I know,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “I know all that and I still love you. Because I also know that somehow, despite everything, you are one of the most genuine people I’ve ever met. You are so kind. And thoughtful. You let everyone see your soft spots, even when all they do is hurt you. You have every reason to be awful or bitter or mean or any of a thousand things. But you aren’t. It’s all of it, it’s all of those things and the ones you said too. All of it together, that’s why I love you. I love you because you’re you.”

You wanted to sob. No one had ever said anything remotely like that to you before. Not anyone in your family, or a single one of your exes. No one had ever cared enough to say any of that. Except for Curtis. He’d always cared, hadn’t he? Since that first day he’d showed up, when you’d been so scared about the possibility of a stalker, he’d taken such care with you. He was the most caring, thoughtful, beautiful person you knew. You took a deep breath and looked into his eyes. You could see his worry, but also the deep conviction with which he’d just said all that to you. You couldn’t help yourself anymore. You surged forward and you kissed him.

He made a noise of surprise—you didn’t know how he could possibly be surprised after all that—but after just a moment he was kissing you back, bringing both hands up to cradle your head. You were getting your tears all over him, but he didn’t seem to care. He was soft and gentle and passionate. You needed more. You needed all of him.

You took a step back, breaking the kiss. You did what you could to brush the tears off your face. You grabbed the bottom of your dress and pulled it over your head, then tossed it on the floor. You stood in front of him in the lingerie you’d picked out to fuck Lucas Lee of all people and couldn’t understand how you’d ever been able to think about anyone but Curtis. But you did know how when you stopped to think about it. You’d never been able to fathom that you might deserve this man. That he might actually want you.

He stared at you. “Fuck,” he whispered. “You’re–” you braced yourself for what might come next. So hot or fucking sexy. You’d even gotten beautiful once or twice. He only took a second before he finished his sentence “–incredible,” with such awe on his face that you actually felt your knees go weak. You had to look away. He was too much.

He took your face in his hands again and placed a soft, short kiss on your lips. “But would it be ok if we slowed down?” he asked.

You couldn’t keep the disappointment out of your voice. “Why?”

“This is real for me,” he said. “And if we do this, I want it to be real for you too. I want you to be sure. And for now,” he stroked one thumb over your cheekbone, “right now I just want to hold you. Is that alright? If I just hold you tonight?”

You didn’t know how to respond to that. Sex had always been the best, most important part of any of your relationships. It’d been the biggest thing that any of your previous partners had wanted from you. You weren’t sure you knew how to do it any other way. But he was holding you so gently, looking at you so softly, all you could do was nod.

He kissed you once more. Then stepped back and started to take off his clothes. You made your way to your bed and got in, watching him as he shed his clothes. He really was the most beautiful man you’d ever seen. Nothing on any movie set you’d ever been on, any party you’d ever been to could compare to him.

Once he was down to just his boxers, he crawled in next to you and pulled you close. Your lips touched his shoulder as you asked, barely audible, “You really love me?”

He kissed your forehead. “Yes,” he whispered. “I really love you.”

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bizarrelittlemew · 1 year

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the saddest line in the trailer

at first I was too distracted by Stede's plunging neckline and gold earring to fully realize why this kept nagging at me but:

"I've been a failure my whole life."

and the way he says it:

as a matter of fact, because he fully believes it – it's an integrated part of his self-image

to comfort someone else (presumably), meaning that even though it is sort of similar to Ed's "I'm not a good person" from s1e6, this scene doesn't seem to be about Stede getting comforted – he is just throwing that line in there

with the follow-up line of "It's not so bad once you get used to it," because he is used to being called a failure by everyone around him, even when he was a kid, so much that he doesn't question it

and yeah, Stede fucks up a lot and can be a bit air-headed/naive and overestimates his abilities (Stede's super high confidence vs. shit self-esteem is a central part of his character), often to the detriment of himself and everyone around him, but his biggest "crime" growing up was simply that he was different and didn't live up to the norms of masculinity. and this is what caused him to be made to feel like a failure by the world around him.

(putting the rest under the cut because I have a lot to say apparently lmao ⬇️)

idk it is just so sad that after everything that happened at the end of season 1, he still echoes his father's and the Badmintons' words when talking about himself (and his own "I'm not a pirate, I'm an idiot" from s1e1). he still has a lot of growth to do.

and while it's good that he embraces his own shortcomings (and I hope he stays a loser in many ways <3) and the show reinforces that you don't have to be perfect to be worthy of love/that you are worthy of love just as you are, it is just. idk SO SAD to hear him say that about himself so earnestly

but do you know who doesn't let Stede self-deprecate?

THIS GUY, FROM THEIR VERY FIRST DAY TOGETHER

from telling Stede he isn't such a terrible pirate (at least he's alive), to not letting Stede call his own ideas stupid, Ed likes Stede for who he is WHILE not letting him talk bad about himself like that.

now we can't know who Stede is talking to in the scene in the trailer, just that it is someone with long dark hair:

and it could be someone else (to me it doesn't look quite like Ed's hair, but the quality/lighting makes it difficult to tell), but if it IS Ed, it has the potential for him to (once again) go against Stede's negative self-talk 😌

I am so interested to see how this scene plays out and I REALLY hope we get a scene mirroring the bathtub scene (even if it's not this one) but with the roles switched ✌️

#ofmd #ofmd s2 #ofmd s2 spoilers #ofmd s2 trailer #our flag means death #ofmd gifs #ida.stuff #ofmd meta #i guess?#hurt myself with this post i love him so much ok #i am the first in line to call him a pathetic loser failboy but like. with all the love in my heart. endearingly. not like this #his “whole life” stede you weren't a failure for being a boy who liked to pick flowers!!#i hope this makes sense it came to me right before i went to bed last night and has been rotating in my head all day asdfgh #anyway listening to Such a Loser by Garfunkel and Oates on repeat for the rest of the night

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weirdmarioenemies · 6 months

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I am going to like totally finally finish ranking the Mario galaxies today. Stop Me.

Thank you for you're patience. We can talk about the top 5 galaxies now

I'm not gonna bother with any prelude, you've waited for this for like years now I know you want the Goods so here you go!

5. Blue Grass Galaxy

Tier: S+ Debut: Super Mario Galaxy 2

Blue Grass Galaxy is quite possibly the most elusive galaxy in the series. It was shown off briefly in the first ever Super Mario Galaxy 2 trailer, but when the game came out, it seemed like it was nowhere to be seen... Not even datamining could find it!

But as it turned out, we just weren't looking hard enough, because if you manage to grab every Green Star as Mario in a single sitting in under two hours without losing a single life, and then beat the Perfect Run, also without losing a single life, you unlock... A series of Red Stars for each Galaxy! And once you collect all of those in under an hour as Luigi without losing any lives, once again followed by another perfect Perfect Run, you unlock a bonus Hungry Luma on the World Map, who needs to be fed 9999 Star Bits on all three save files (so have fun speedrunning the green and red stars again!) before finally transforming into the Blue Grass Galaxy.

Of course, because the files for the Blue Grass Galaxy weren't included in the game, you'd need to download it by using a special, randomly-generated code on the Wii Shop Channel, but once you finally did, you could finally play the Blue Grass Galaxy to your heart's content. I know it might seem like quite the grind to get here, but man, every second you spend in the Blue Grass Galaxy is so immaculate, it makes the whole grind worth it. I almost don't have the words to describe how good it is, you'd really need to experience it for yourself! Sadly, you can't anymore, ever since the Wii Shop Channel shut down... Ah well. You really had to be there, I guess. I know some people were disappointed by it just reusing the Puzzle Plank Galaxy music, but I love that music so much that I don't mind.

My only gripe with the galaxy, and the main reason it only landed in the #5 spot, is because of the name. They called it the "Blue Grass" Galaxy, but that grass is very clearly green. This might seem like a pretty petty reason to put it so low, but when you get up that high, the small things can make a big difference, you know? If they called it the "Green Grass Galaxy" or the "Blue Sky Galaxy," I could easily imagine it getting the #1 spot, but respectable effort nonetheless, and a worthy reward for Super Players.

4. Wet-Dry World

Tier: SS Game: Super Mario 64

I know what you may be thinking. "What could Wet-Dry World be doing on a list of Super Mario Galaxies?" Well, it's a World in a 3D Mario platformer where you can collect Power Stars. Need I say more? And ever since Throwback Galaxy confirmed Whomp's Fortress is a Galaxy, it's easy to extend this logic to the rest of Super Mario 64. So Wet-Dry World gets to make the top 5 also.

I mean, how would it not? It's a galaxy with a cool and unique gimmick! The idea of the height you enter at deciding the water level when you enter in is super cool, and I love all the ways they tie this gimmick into the galaxy's different missions. And while this might seem like a small thing to a lot of people, as a mod of Weird Mario Enemies, I can't help myself: I will ALWAYS love a galaxy that includes such memorable enemies as Chuckya and Skeeter! So Cool!

Even in a time before Super Mario Galaxy, they managed to get the "otherworldly" feeling of this location down pat! I mean, there's the fact the skybox is distinctively underwater, even when you're on dry land, there's the fact the way you adjust the water level is via these abstract crystals, there's the whole abandoned underwater city, giving hints as to long-gone civilizations and possible Wet-Dry World Lore, this galaxy has it all! I know some people say it has a Negative Emotional Aura, but those people just don't know the meaning of good atmosphere.

3. SNES Mario Circuit 3

Tier: Good Debut: Super Mario Kart

For the #3 slot, it should only make sense that it's a place with "3" in the name. I know lots of you were probably expecting SNES Bowser Castle 3 to end up here, but it's just hard for me to ignore SNES Mario Circuit 3's legacy. I mean, it's been in five different games for crying out loud! It's hard for a course to show up in five games if it's not really good, right?

SNES Mario Circuit 3 may seem like a really basic course at a glance, what with it being completely flat and everything. Not a lot of bells and whistles in this one, that's for sure. But a better look at it reveals it to be a surprisingly technical track, with some tight turns that require good brake drifting to take optimally, and a bevy of off-road shortcuts that reward players for good item usage. While lots of courses get by thanks to their flashy gimmicks and setpieces, SNES Mario Circuit 3 cements itself as a fan-favorite as a pure test of players' skill. I mean, again, I have to assume it's a fan-favorite if it's in five games.

I also need to give a shoutout to SNES Mario Circuit 3's Atmosphere. The course has hardly changed at all since its original incarnation on the SNES, making it like, totally retro, and the staircases and flagpoles representing the original Super Mario Bros. only help to cement that identity. It also gives the course a very unique, almost liminal sort of feeling. The yellow sky is also an interesting touch. Is it merely set at sunset, or is it a biting commentary on how 30 years of go-karting have caused enough pollution to change the color of the sky? I'll let you be the judge.

Either way, it makes sense why this course has cemented itself as such a fan-favorite, and manages to always get picked in Mario Kart 8 Deluxe online lobbies. It's just that Good!

2. Milky Way Galaxy

Tier: X Game: Real

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1. Sling Pod Galaxy

Tier: The "S" is for "Slingpodgalaxy" Game: Super Mario Galaxy

It's always the ones you least expect who win in the end... I may have ranked it dead last when I started this series, but by using the momentum of the Sling Pods, it managed to slingshot itself allllll the way to the top! Bet you didn't see this one coming! But really, it should be obvious. This galaxy is an incredible test of timing and precision, offering a good challenge for skilled players, and with an aesthetic reminiscent of the beautiful Space Junk Galaxy, it ends up winning me over in more ways than one!

There's no question that as soon as you have enough Star Bits saved up to reach Sling Pod Galaxy that you should make a mad dash to the Fountain and shove them all into that Hungry Luma's mouth, because the Sling Pod Galaxy is an experience you'll never forget! And since it's a great place to farm Star Bits too, it practically pays for itself! Bonus!

Wow! What a wild ride that was !!!! hopefully we all learned something at the end.

i'll post the real top 5 some other time i'm sorry

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thatrandombystander · 3 months

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Wow the Youtube comments and dislike ratio for the Dragon Age Veilguard gameplay preview are insanely negative. From what I can see the game looks perfectly fine and is pretty in line with previous games. Even the more action-y combat is just following on a little bit further in where Inquisition had already taken the gameplay towards

I don't think it's perfect, the graphics look great in some places and not so great in others, same with the presented gameplay combat (especially when compared to some other big title games), but like. Those have never been Dragon Age's strong suits.

Dragon Age specialises in giving you characters to care about and develop relationships with, and making decisions that make your playthrough unique (y'know, like an RPG). So far I haven't seen anything to dissuade me from that expectation.

Although based on some of the comments I've seen, one of the crowd extremely unhappy with the game is the homophobic gamergate type guys who don't like diversity or anything minorly deviating from their preferences, so idk how seriously to take some of that negativity especially since I've seen a big majority of positivity among fans

Overall, looking forward to it but hope some other trailers better showcase what the game has to offer beyond it's opening sequence!

#ramblings of a bystander #dragon age #dragon age the veilguard #dragon age veilguard #dav #da:v #da:tv

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raayllum · 5 months

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Anyway time to talk about the 6x03 poem:

As many others have speculated judging by the map, Captain Skall made her way to Hook named after her, and then "as east she sailed into waters so deadly and cold" in the Frozen Shards, her ship eventually being stuck and meeting her doom there.

With that out of the way, I want to talk about other pieces of info, why this might be the poem for 6x03 specifically, and where I think Skall may fit timeline wise:

"From the isles without name" makes me think of the Independent Isles in between Evenere and Katolis.

"sailing north, she called herself free" makes me feel feral with Callum (and Rayla) doing the same in hopes of freeing Callum from Aaravos' grasp by destroying the prison

"Through forests and flowers, past the uneven towers" clearly symbolizes Katolis, indicating that Skall lived once most of the human kingdoms had been established, and thereby post-Exile/Exodus.

"Skall hungered for glory, she wanted a story / they’d tell it long after she died". Routinely we see a desire for glory / worthiness / power described as hunger ("Hungry for knowledge and power" / "But that small taste left some humans hungry—starved, even—for a better path. An easier path. And thus Elarion became the birthplace of a new form of magic, a shortcut to primal power: dark magic"). This also comes into seeking a legacy.

"So with winter wind’s blowing / she sailed north, forgoing / a man who’d have made her his bride". This is where we see the poem take a more negative slant in a few ways. The first is winter, wind, and north, setting up a future unfortunate turn of events. This is also the first mention of Skall having something else in her life other than adventure and something she had to subsequently abandon. While the end of the poem is much more on her side of feelings, "forgoing" does mean "renouncing; sacrificing or giving up" something that is more positive.

"Alone in the cold, yet ever so bold" again adds to the more negative feeling the poem is building, as boldness is in the contrast with "alone in the cold" that's overall negative and maintaining a bit more of an upkeep. Likewise, we see the return of the wind with an even more negative connotation in wailing in the following stanza: "And oh, winter wailed / as east she sailed / into waters so deadly and cold". We see the return of cold but also the change into things being 'deadly' (although there were still hints of danger earlier, as 'bold' indicates).

"Then came the ice, and trapped in its vise" The cold finally catches up to her, and we see ice return as a form of entrapment (2x06, 3x08, 3x09, 5x04, 5x06, 5x08). Most interestingly, "vise" is a tool with closable jaws for clamping things. Maybe the ice is magical, or the jaw of a great (the dragon we've seen in the trailer) creature?

"And while she found peace / she wished that, at least / she’d told him she loved him, always". While the poem ends on a somewhat bittersweet end (at death but at peace), we do see that Skall died with a final regret to the man she could've wed but left instead.

Or you could say, a last wish.

Either way, the poem paints a rather grim journey: going North didn't hold the same freedom and achievements that Skall hoped for, and instead led to entrapment, separation, and death.

That said: there's a few Rayllum-y things I think we can glean from this poem, for starters:

1) The episode will likely have a strong focus on Callum and Rayla sailing to and/or through the Frozen Sea on whatever ship they're planning to use to get there. This leaves 6x02 "Love, War, and Mushrooms" more open to either explore other plot lines or another pit stop in their journey (like say, the Silvergrove)

2) The poem itself has pretty clear Rayllum parallels, specifically in TDP's continual gender subversion of the women who puts other things above her romantic relationship, even if it's likewise seen as a sacrifice. Rayla left Callum in order to protect him/the world from Viren, even if that meant damaging their relationship, and Skall puts her desire for glory and adventure over presumably a more settled married life at home. (Excuse me while I scream over "forgoing a man who'd have made her his bride.")

3) The poem likewise has some parallels to Rayla's "Dear Callum" letter specifically. There are wishes expressed of the leaving party, a desire to have made feelings more plain that Callum reiterates in 5x04 when they think they're about to die ("I hope you know—" "I know"), and most notably, a parallel to the always mention:

she wished that, at least she’d told him she loved him, always.

But, if it does—if you feel that soft aching—know that that piece of your heart isn’t missing. It’s not missing at all, Callum: I’m carrying it with me! Always. I love you. I love you so much.

4) All this bodes quite well for 6x03 being an episode with a big Rayllum moment in it — perhaps even their Big "You Finally Came Back" Talk — especially since there's not much else to (presumably) happen on a ship if they're just travelling somewhere (and not being pursued this time).

Episode Speculation (a summary / misc thoughts)

Callum and Rayla travelling to the Frozen Sea

Big Talk happens

+ potential love confession / reaffirmation?

They reach the other end of the Frozen Sea

Maybe fight the big dragon from the video game teaser we see with Rayla (like Skall, she has literal hooks = blades) whose guarding or in their way to the Starscraper? Could account for the jaws and maybe the ice

One of them is worried and/or has a moment of thinking the other person is hurt/injured bc of said dragon fight?

Maybe some Aaravos backstory in his lost love (although like I said, I don't think it's Skall exactly — I still think the likeliest names are Elara-adjacent or Kalik)

Episode Title Speculation (in about this order):

The Frozen Sea

By River and Sea

Always (this would be my personal favourite and i would never stop screaming)

#tdp #the dragon prince #analysis series #the english major strikes again #tdp meta #analysis #rayllum #s6 spoilers #tdp spoilers #6x03 #s6 speculation #predictions #+ bonus 'i love you with all of myself. i always will' & 'you know i'm always here for you right?'#it's been a long time since i've sat down to analyze a poem so this is fun

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ashwhowrites · 11 months

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Could I request angst #1 with Eddie please❤️ RIP my heart out but maybe happy ending?

What’s the point of trying if it just proves that I’ll never be good enough?

I hope this is enough angst for you!! And I hope it does rip your heart out. I tried my best <3 thank you for requesting

Good enough?

Eddie liked to give off the vibe that he was confident. That every negative comment thrown his way did nothing to affect him. He walked with his head high, danger in his eyes, and a fence around his heart. He's been burned too many times, so he didn't care to let anyone in. The people in his life all walked out on him, and he started to believe the common factor was him.

He planned to graduate and get the hell out of Hawkins. The only person he'd leave behind was Wayne, but even then, he wasn't around much. Eddie didn't spend his free time with anyone, just scrapping for money. A jar packed with every dollar he made, his ticket to get out. He's been saving for years, over hundreds of money.

He lived behind a wall, and he was scared to let anyone get too close to it. Because if they did, they'd see his right through it. His walls are made of glass, one shattering away from collapsing.

At the end of the day, he was lonely. And being lonely made him make stupid decisions, like falling in love.

~~~

Y/N was new to the school and to Hawkins. She looked lost and small, but gorgeous. A kind of gorgeous that Eddie couldn't take his eyes off of her. He kept staring, trying to see if she was real or a dream. She wore comfy clothes, nothing over the top for her first day in a new school. Which told Eddie she didn't feel the need to impress anyone. But, he kept walking by.

He saw her every day and every second. It was like she spawned right in front of him, no matter where he went. He couldn't escape from her.

And he never did escape from her. Her warm touch landed on his shoulder, and his body tingled in ways he never felt before. Her sweet voice complimented his shirt, and it stayed in his head. He tried to be polite, smile, and walk off. But then she followed, her number on a piece of paper. He planned to throw it away, he knew someone new wouldn't change anything.

But in a moment of weakness, he called her.

~~~

Two years passed, and they lived in a small trailer together. Their diplomas side by side on the wall. A reminder of where they met and the only achievement Eddie could hang up.

She lived behind the glass walls with him. He cut out a door for her to slip through, her gentle body squeezing in. The glass stood tall, touches of them on the walls to remind him he wasn't stuck in there alone.

He thought she'd leave a long time ago, but here she was, twirling around in his arms in her white dress. The biggest smile he's ever felt across his lips. Their wedding was a tiny dance in their kitchen. Neither had a family to share the memory with. Wayne got a job and left Eddie behind. But Eddie was okay with it, now he had a wife to lie side by side with.

Eddie didn't know how to be a husband, and she didn't know how to be a wife. Both learn together with training wheels. But Eddie has never found himself happier. He still had his dream of leaving, which she supported. They'd run off together and Eddie would get his dream of being a rockstar.

~~~

Time flew, and before Eddie knew it, they were celebrating their third wedding anniversary.

Eddie was running a tad late to the house, stopping by the store to get flowers. He was buzzing with excitement. They saved enough to leave Hawkins forever, and he planned to share that news tonight.

Eddie drove home, a smile on his face as he passed the familiar streets.

The tiny restaurant he proposed at, he remembered how scared he was.

Eddie couldn't eat any of the food, the box in his pocket rubbing against his thigh. His nerves swimming in his stomach, he felt like everything he ever ate was going to come back up. She watched him worriedly as she sipped her wine. Her warm hand clenched his as she asked if he was alright. He smiled and said he was fine.

The sweat on his hairline as he took a deep breath. He reached into his pocket and slid off his chair. Dropping to his knee in front of her, kissing her left hand as he held it. He remembered the shocked look on her face, the tears that slid down her cheeks. The way he choked out the words through his own tears. "I've never had a home, just a roof over my head. I've never had love, just a piece of paper saying I was Wayne's. But now I found home and love in the same place. You are my home, and I learned what love felt like because of you. You are the only person in my life that hasn't left me behind. And I want you forever, us forever, and a home forever. I promise I'll give you a home, family, and the love you showed me."

Eddie wiped a silent tear that fell down his cheek, he smiled at the memory and kept driving. A few blocks down he saw the light post, a sting in his heart.

It was a stormy night, the rain poured and thunder cracked throughout the silence. He was running down the street, praying the rain covered his tears, and the thunder blocked out his sobs. Her feet pounding behind him, racing to catch up with him. Her hand reached out and grabbed his jacket.

"TALK TO ME!" she pleaded, her own tears flying down her face as she turned Eddie around. His eyes closed as he refused to look at her. He wanted to run away from the fight and hide from the consequences.

"Baby, please? It's me" She tried again. She wrapped her arms around him, their soaked clothes sticking to each other as he broke down in her arms. His legs gave out as dropped to his knees, and she sank down with him. Her touch never left his as she tangled her hand in his wet curls.

"Just please don't leave me. You are all I have. I know I fuck up a lot, I know I'm a mess and make it impossible to love me. Please don't give up on me."

"Oh Eddie, I'll never leave you. I love you so much, and we all make mistakes. You are my mess, and you are the only mess I'd ever want. I'd never give up on you, okay? I'm always going to love you."

Eddie kept on driving, his mind busy with the memories of her. He pulled into the driveway, a smile on his face as he held the flowers. He turned his key, walking into the house. He could smell the dinner on the stove, the soft music playing through the radio, but no sight of his wife. Eddie hummed as he put the flowers in a vase, setting it on the table.

"BABE?" Eddie yelled, he checked on the dinner before moving around the house. He wasn't sure where she was.

He headed to the bedroom, calling her again as he opened the door.

And there she was,

Standing in tight lingerie, red and black lace covering her chest and cunt. The rest of her skin showed off by the mesh. Her hair curled and messy, red lips smeared, and eyeliner sharp. Eddie thought his wife looked beautiful.

"I can explain!" She rushed out, Eddie's eyes moved away from her and settled on the man behind her.

Eddie felt his heart being torn into a thousand pieces. She reached out to him, her ring still on her finger. Eddie backed away, ignoring the hurt on her face as he tried to find the words. Eddie recognized the man, it was Y/N's boss. He couldn't say a word as her boss quickly ran out of the house.

"I'm so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you." Y/N cried, the tears already falling as she grabbed Eddie's hand. But it was like her touch set him off. Yanked him back down to reality.

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?" he screamed, not a single part of him felt guilty as she jumped back. Her hands back to her own space as she nervously chewed on her nail.

"Please I can explain!"

"Explain what? I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING! I GAVE YOU FUCKING EVERY SINGLE THING I HAD!" Eddie screamed.

He's been burned so many times.

He's been left by so many people.

Just as he expected, the glass house shattered and he was cut by the shreds.

"How could you do this to me? In our bed? In our house? On our fucking anniversary?" Eddie was shooting off questions, and she didn't have any answers. She sobbed as he watched. He didn't know how to feel. It was like he didn't feel anything but anger.

He felt like he should be sad, and heartbroken. But he felt fire in his veins and wanted to hurt her way worse than she hurt him.

"I don't know! But Eddie, please. I'm so sorry, you have to believe me!" She pleaded, but Eddie wasn't having any of it.

"Believe you?" he scoffed, "BELIEVE YOU?" he repeated. "I SPENT ALL THESE YEARS BELIEVING YOU! WHEN YOU SAID YOU LOVE ME, WHEN YOU MARRIED ME, WHEN YOU PROMISED NEVER TO LEAVE OR HURT ME. ALL I DID WAS BELIEVE YOU. I should have known you were just like everyone else. What happened to you? What changed?" Eddie asked, he refused to let himself cry in front of her about it. He spent years refusing to cry over everything, but what was he supposed to do when his everything made him feel like nothing.

"I was unhappy with you, and I was stupid. It happened once then again and again. I know it doesn't make anything better, but he was never supposed to be here."

"Oh well thank you for that! I am so glad that you had the heart to cheat everywhere but our house." Eddie mocked, rolling his eyes.

"How were you unhappy? I did everything you wanted. I mean FUCK! WE STAYED HERE BECAUSE YOU WANTED TO. WE BOUGHT THIS HOUSE BECAUSE YOU WANTED IT. WE HAD THE WEDDING YOU WANTED. We were meant to leave Hawkins behind, and you told me you wanted to stay, and I did for you." Has Eddie explained everything more things were clicking in his head.

"When did you two start?" he asked, his eyes in slits as he glared over at her.

"I don't know. But it's the past! Please we can fix this. We can fix our marriage and have the family we always wanted. Please don't give up on us. Let me fix this." She cried as she clung to his arms desperately. Eddie could see the regret in her eyes, but he couldn't trust her.

"What’s the point of trying if it just proves that I’ll never be good enough? I've been trying ever since we met. I'm done trying because look where it got me. I gave up my dream in music just so you could stay here and why? For him? Because you picked that he was more important than my dream?"

"I didn't pick between you!" She tried to defend but Eddie just couldn't hold it in.

"YOU ALREADY PICKED HIM! You picked him the second you decided you wanted to stay here. We had a chance to run away like we always dreamed about. Then you changed your mind. You begged me to have our family here. But that's what you truly meant was it? You begged me to stay here so you didn't have to leave him. It wasn't about raising a family in the town I grew up in. It wasn't about the place we fell in love. It was about all about him. You are so fucking selfish. You made me give up everything so you could have it all, and that still wasn't enough. You played me stupid and made me stay here so you could continue your affair? I can't stand you." Eddie hissed. He was done, and the love he felt for her was not enough.

"You're right," she said quietly, "It was about him. I wanted to stay because I didn't want to lose that feeling. And I'm sorry I got caught up. It was just because it was new and exciting! I don't love him, not even close to the amount of love I have for you. I want you, and a family. You are way more important and I'm sorry I broke your heart. "She sobbed, her hands against his cheeks. He tried to hold back his tears but her soft touch reminded him of the love they had together. The nights they were tangled up and their hearts beat together. But broken hearts don't beat anymore.

"We're done," Eddie said, he stepped back and let a small tear fall.

"Eddie no." She pleaded but Eddie shook his head.

"The old you would have never done this to me. She actually loved me, and when she said it, she meant it. The girl I married meant it. You cheated because I made you unhappy? No, you cheated because you were unhappy with yourself. And that's not my godman fault."

"Excuse me?" She snapped, "Unhappy with myself? You aren't the only one that put work into this marriage. I dealt with assholes in high school for giving you a chance. I sacrificed my wedding because we couldn't afford anything. After all, your record stopped you from getting a job. Maybe I was unhappy because you held me back! Maybe I was unhappy because I busted my ass making money to pay all our bills while you tried to make a career happen from your band. Maybe I cheated because I wanted to be taken care of instead of taking care of you." She breathed heavily, her tears gone as she fumed.

"You are so two-faced. We had conversations about my band and your job. YOU TOLD ME TO WORK ON THE BAND AND YOU'LL COVER THE BILLS IN THE MEANTINE BECAUSE YOU WANTED ME TO DO WHAT I LOVED! You can't throw that in my face now. I offered to get a job, I told you I had connections in California for us, and none of that was good enough for you. You don't get to turn this all on me so you can keep your hands clean. I did everything you told me to do. We sleep side by side every night. If you were unhappy, you had every chance to say something. But that would mean you had to be the bad guy right? But don't worry about it. I won't hold you back. Go live out your house fantasy with your boss, fucking your way up to a promotion, and have him take care of you. See how far lust over love gets you."

Eddie was met with silence. He scoffed and began to pack his bags.

"Just going to leave?" She asked

He collected everything he had in a rush and grabbed his jar from the closet. He was going to make it with or without her.

"Yeah. Since we move on to new shiny things instead of talking things out." Eddie spat out.

"You really think you can do this on your own? You weren't good enough to make it in Hawkins, what makes you think you are good enough to make it in California?"

~~~

"Ladies and gentlemen, Eddie Munson."

Two years later, Eddie stood on a big stage. The crowd chanted his name as the spotlight blinded him from seeing the crowd. His guitar was in his hand and his new band was behind him.

The smile on his face never left. The California air swept across his forehead and he felt the breeze on his arms. The sound of the ocean echoed as he sang and the crowd sang along.

He didn't hold anyone back.

She held him back.

And leaving her was the best thing he ever did. He made it on his own because he was good enough. He was good enough to achieve his dream and damn good enough to be a star.

He struggled with love, and now he has thousands of people that love him all across the world. All these people that saved him, and some he saved right back.

He didn't struggle about being good enough because he was always good enough.

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About DM, having read som theories and speculations of yours and others I would love to add some of my thoughts and hear what you and @virginiaisforvampires and @cbrownjc thinks - if you are interested :)

1. Armand clearly reacted to Louis offering Daniel the Dark Gift, and reacted even more strongly to Daniel basically saying “No, thanks”. On the surface it seems in the latter instance that he was just offended by Daniel’s verbal barb, but I’m sure this is actually clever obfuscation by the writer/director/actor, no?

2. Given 1) and the foreknowledge of DM, Daniel responding ”A cure for Parkinson’s” when Armand (as Rashid) asked if Danial has everything he needs could be an unfired Chekhov’s gun…?

3. What really is/will become Armand’s endgame? I actually believe that it is as it seems, that Louis is the driving force behind this second interview. And that Armand actually be still be somewhat angry/resentful following the (presumed) breakup of DM. I think you speculated that Daniel might have wanted to leave to live a life since Armand refused to make him a vampire? While Armand might have wanted to spend the rest od Daniel’s mortal life with him? This would explain the charade, it being a way for Armand to either try to stop Daniel’s memories from resurfacing (per his request?) as well as Armand’s attitude in season one (as he seems annoyed with Daniel at times). Daniel’s terminal illness might be changing Armand’s mind however (á la DM), as previously suggested. Honestly? A part of me want to see some sort of fucked up Dracula situation, where it becomes clear gradually in a terrifying manner to Daniel that he is trapped by this ‘monster’ who claims to know him better than he knows himself/knows what’s best for him. The latter seemingly being a version of the dynamic playing out between Armand and Louis currently.

4. How will Daniel feel about Armand following season two? I think Daniel’s view of life and of the vampires has been shown to be quite different than to back in the 70s. His view of Armand must surely also be influenced by hearing of Louis’ bloody history of him? As he will presumably get to know Armand chiefly from Louis’ story and be quite critical of him - even viewing him as quite sinister as he realizes and gets Louis to realize the part Armand has played in tampering with their memories and Claudia’s death. Of course Armand is participating in the interview so his perspective will also come to light, and Daniel seems according to the trailers at one point be talking to Armand one-on-one. So he’s open to listening. I believe that Daniel’s view of Armand will be quite negative - even following the return of his memories, at least initially. That putting these memories and feelings together with his current view of life and view of Armand will be anything but simple. I would guess at this point that the romantic nature of their relationship is something that will be revealed very late - maybe even be a cliffhanger for the next season (together with other stuff).

5. A more nuanced view of Armand. However it wouldn’t completely surprise me if Louis, and possibly Daniel, somewhat consensually agreed to have some of their memories tampered with. I think Louis on some level after Claudia’s death might, due to his intense grief, wanted to emotionally “run away” so to speak. And that this series basically began with him for some reason or another now feeling ready to confront the past. So Armand’s seeming malevolence as a mind-manipulator will potentially be tampered by these facts. However Daniel will now presumably together with Louis find out about the role Armand played in Claudia’s death. Daniel’s empathy for Claudia is somewhat limited though, understandably as he has the human perspective and does, quite rightly, not excuse her murderous ways. But he might dislike Armand due to the self-serving aspect of the trial? Or maybe not?

6. At this point, I don’t think Louis and Daniel have been in a serious romantic relationship. I wouldn’t be surprised if they hooked up or something similar but Louis seemed very genuine and definitive in welcoming Daniel as a friend he met once/or a few times years ago recording the tapes. If he was hiding a past history and/or romantic relationship from Daniel I think he would behaved differently. Of course he could also not remember, but I don’t think that’s the case here.

7. I guess what I’m most curious about is what kind of dynamic will take form between Daniel and Armand during and immediately following season two? I would love to hear your thoughts. Also the Dracula comparison was not my idea but something I’ve read somewhere here. So sorry for long post! Love your blog!

Hey!

Glad you like! <3

Sorry this took a moment (the answer is also a bit longer^^)

He did. And yes, it might contain obfuscation, but mostly… I think Armand was almost afraid that Daniel would accept the gift from Louis. Maybe Louis offered before, maybe he did not, but Armand surely didn’t. And… Armand loves Daniel. Ultimately Daniel will be his only fledgling. There is a level of possessiveness to that, of course, and also to the not-healed bite marks on Daniel’s throat, which more than likely did not just stem from Louis’ attack (because Armand would have needed to heal Daniel there at least a bit, and over the following 12 years he bit Daniel often). I think there are a lot of things at play. For the book readers it is a nice little easter egg on various levels (both Daniel’s and Armand’s past together and also Armand’s personal past being referenced), but also something more hinted at, something we have not been shown yet. Though, given the title of that music part (Alice is in her third trimester) a while back - maybe we will get to see it. Something must have happened to make Armand let Daniel go, and the repeated refusal in the books served to open a rift between them. I could easily see that happen here as well. That said, it would mean that we will get a LOT more DM in s2 than thought so far… and I’m not sure that will be the case. What I could easily see is Daniel reminiscing (or getting memories back) about the moment he “got his shit together” as he called it in s1 - but I do not think we will get all of what that entailed yet.

Most certainly :) I think he’s already getting it. Fareed is not there to play around after all^^.

I have speculated that the aforementioned rift that developed through Armand’s repeated refusal to turn Daniel will lead to Daniel seeking other … comforts. But I think it would actually need a big reason (like a baby…) to make him struggle for real - and I could see someone else then decide to end that struggle. Put an end to the hunt/relationship because it was not good for Daniel, ultimately, and because Armand could not be moved. As per Armand… I think Armand did acquiesce to Louis’ wishes to have Daniel redo the interview, and he likely was not happy about it. I mean, imagine how it would be to see the love of your life... and said love of your life does not remember you. Verbally throws things at you. It must be a wild mix of feelings for Armand, from annoyance over helpless love to utter devastation. No wonder he tried to literally hide from it. I do think Armand was already aware of Daniel’s sickness - the aforementioned medicine by Fareed he is getting - that had to be prepared. Planned, designed. Researched. Whatever it is they are giving him is not what they claim it to be (the side effects don’t match), and… given Daniel is not stupid he might hone in on that pretty soon. Now, in the books there is a pharmaceutical empire that is led by a powerful ancient vampire, Gregory, and he and Seth (who is Akasha’s son and Fareed’s lover/maker) are roughly on the same level. Seth, but mostly Fareed, builds whole research centers for the vampires. There is a LOT of potential for the show to hook into that, and I actually think both the more physical sex and the absent death sleep during the day are thanks to Fareed. If that will ever be spelled out? No idea, but the first is something Fareed already makes happen in the books and the second is something he plans to remove… so I do think that is connected. I think whoever is orchestrating behind the scenes (coughs prime minister coughs) wanted to help Daniel to live long enough to maybe reconcile Armand and Daniel. And for that Daniel needs his memories back. If that is Armand though… the show will tell :)

Well, I think it will be the same as in the book when the memories come back - Daniel will realize that he “loved this thing”, this monster, despite everything. Despite knowing what Armand has done. That is part of the horror, that the lover overshadows everything he knows, and that he is, in a way, helpless against that. Oh, I’m sure there will be a development of feeling, of course. But ultimately Daniel will realize that he loved Armand - absolutely, totally - and then eventually he will realize that he still does. And that will make him just as confused and vulnerable and hurt, and emotional as it makes Armand.

I can easily see Louis saying something like “I want the pain to stop” or something similar, and then Armand taking that as his cue to interfere. The thing is, Armand back then… is not the Armand in Dubai. DM happened in-between and it changed him. So when Armand likely “tinkered” with Louis’ mind back then it was more to serve himself - when he “tinkered” with Louis’ mind later on it was likely to help Louis. However he did and what that tinkering might entail. So yes, Daniel might challenge him on his part in it all, of course. I am counting on it, actually. Because Daniel is there to pull the truth out of Armand - that is (part of) why the interview is being redone. And of course that will shape Daniel’s view of him further - only the feelings won’t care for that view when they come back. Armand was quite the “villain” in the earlier books - that changed a bit with the later ones. But he is still a coven master, and Lestat calls him “ruthless” in the books. The show will present both Armands to us in direct confrontation - and I bet the emotions of the audience will be just as tumultuous as Armand’s and Louis’ and Daniel’s own are by this confrontation.

Oh, Daniel and Louis… probably got along really well and even intimately during those 12 years. I think Louis definitely has a personal connection to him, much more than in the book. It’s a weird relationship triangle they have there, and soon Lestat will be added to the mix - and I bet it will be revealed that Daniel has met Lestat before (as well).

I think after s2 Daniel will still be an old man, still be the interviewer, the chronicler. But remembering much, much more, and therefore challenging whoever else is on that couch then (I expect Lestat) a lot more as well. For example wrt episode 5. I would bet real money that we will get episode 5 in s3 from Lestat’s POV. Because by now I think there was nothing random, or unplanned about it. This show is a puzzle, and we have had only a few pieces. I think Armand and Daniel… will be very … raw with each other. Emotions are high, vulnerability as well. There will be intimate moments, but also rejection. Daniel’s view on eternity will change at some point, and probably rather rapidly with the memories coming back. There will be anger at the meddling. Daniel is no pushover. He will challenge them, and especially Armand. At some point he will realize that he does not need to ask - he can demand, to an extent at least. And that will change the dynamic once more.

It will be very, very interesting to watch^^.

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munsonsreputation · 2 years

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Lavender Haze

eddie munson x fem!reader

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warnings: no use of y/n, established relationship, cursing, protective reader, lovesick Eddie (he adores her so much), a tiny bit of violence and blood, fluff, suggestiveness towards end but no smut actually written.

summary: Eddie finds it surreal to think that someone could love him as much as you do, plus strangely attractive in the ways you protect him for the scrutiny of Hawkins. While he does the best to ignore the hate he gets, he never allows it to pass when it comes to you.

Eddie Munson. He had a big reputation that started long before you two had ever crossed paths. The weird freshman who started an innocent DnD club which somehow got twisted into a satanic worship conspiracy, followed by the fact that he was repeating senior year for the third (hopefully last) time, and recently cleared from murder after Jim Hopper had revealed the truth of the Upside Down and all those scary creatures.

You. A somewhat normal bystander that got caught up in it all. Taking defense of Eddie long before Hopper had even come out with the truth. You just had a feeling inside that Eddie would never do the things that the horrible town of Hawkins was alleging. That pulled you into a slight fascination of wanting to learn more about Eddie, the true Eddie Munson that no one really knew about.

Somehow, it just happened. The two of you were finally in the same room at the same time, hiding out as the surrounding town crumbled with the four gates, opening a portal into the unknown. You were petrified as the ash fell through the sky, yet even though he was just as afraid, he knew that with the information he learned, everything was going to be ok. That the girl with those superhuman powers would kill off this evil and the town would be ok once more.

So as you looked out that window frightened, he reached over, resting a hand on yours that gripped the sill tightly and whispered, “It’ll all be ok…do you trust me?”

Without a moment’s hesitation, when your eyes met his, you believed him with everything in your soul, “I trust you.”

The minute he had laid eyes on you, there was an overwhelming feeling of security and loyalty. Knowing that you, someone he had rarely known, let alone had a conversation with, was doing her part in defending him, even when you didn’t know the whole severity of the situation. It was as if he was sucked into this trance…a beautiful, surreal, immense daze.

He wanted to stay there with you. Throughout this great war and what he would hope would be the normal world after this. He needed to stay in this lavender haze.

“I’ve been under scrutiny,

You handle it beautifully,

All this shit is new to me…”

It had merely been two months since the gates finally closed, and Eddie was a freeman. He was on the brink of graduating, only needing to keep his grades up for a few more months before he would be able to walk the stage, along with his girl, who would also be graduating this year. But it wasn’t all easy.

There were days where he would still be bombarded with the townspeople who believed that Eddie was at fault, it didn’t help that Hawkins Post remained publishing front-page articles that scrutinized the young boy and pursued to feed into the lies that weren’t true at all.

You and he were walking through town, hoping to visit Mrs. Byers at the general store to pick up some things for the trailer, when the two had stumbled upon the print that was stacked in the vending box.

“The Truth Behind Hawkins’ Cult Leader” it read with a photo of your beloved boy.

Though Eddie had gotten accustomed to the headlines that would probably follow him everywhere for the rest of his life, it still stung. It was the fact that people were still trying to spread this negative narrative about him when he was already proven guilty that hurt. Knowing that not only he had to put up with it, but his girlfriend as well.

But you, you had ways of dealing with it, getting rid of the problem.

You could feel the aura change when you two walked past the newspaper stand…anguish took over Eddie and he got quieter for the rest of the walk. Staying hushed as you two entered the general store and only saying a quick hello to Joyce before you guys picked up some things. But you had been plotting ever since you two stumbled across those stupid articles.

“Babe, do you have any more cigs on you?” You asked sweetly, stopping a few blocks before Hawkins Post.

Eddie rummaged with his one free hand in his pockets, the other balancing a bag of the items you two had just bought. He pulled the box out, letting you pluck one out for yourself as you grinned, “Lighter?”

“You don’t usually smoke.” Eddie commented, watching as you began walking ahead of him, leaving him behind.

You tucked the cig between your lips, muttering out a reply as he finally caught up, “I know…I just needed an excuse.”

He furrowed his brows, watching as you flicked the lighter poorly, not igniting any flames on purpose, “Excuse? For what?”

“This.” You smirked, tossing it to your left hand, successfully sparking the light as you walked past the newspaper stand, letting your hand linger there a tad bit longer in order to set the first few bits of paper aflame.

The smell of the burning paper lingered in the air as you and Eddie continued walking on your way, him looking back every so often as the fire got bigger, little by little, all the stupid articles turning into ash in seconds.

“You do realize that you just committed arson, right?” Eddie huffed out with a stunned chuckle, watching as you casually shrugged your shoulders, lighting the cigarette in your mouth and taking a drag.

“So? They’re committing defamation, so what’s the difference? It’s their karma.” You justified, holding the burning bud for him to take between his lips, which he did.

It was hot how you’d do anything for him without hesitation. Almost scary, too, but he knew that you did it all because you loved him.

“I have a feeling I’m going to be bailing you out of jail if you keep this up.” He joked lightly, opening the passenger door to let you in.

You took a seat, pulling the cigarette back out from his mouth, allowing him to blow out the smoke. Your thumb grazed over his bottom lip, kissing him tenderly, tasting the nicotine and heat that you enjoyed only from him before pulling away, “They haven’t replaced their security cameras since the gates opened, they won’t know.”

“You’re killer, you know that?” He smirked, kissing you again with the more ferocity, making you giggle against him.

You pushed him away somewhat, holding the cig back to him, “C’mon rockstar, we’ve got a trailer that needs cleaning.”

A few more weeks of school left and you and Eddie were on top of the world, pushing through the last bits of high school before the two of you would be leaving this town. It was a miracle, to Eddie at least, that he had gotten accepted into a community college down in Indianapolis and you’d received a partial scholarship to a university. For the first time, Eddie had felt like he had some direction in life…a purpose that was out there for him.

But yet despite how everything was working out for you and him. There was always another huddle waiting after the other.

Eddie stood stiffly under the lights of the gym, somehow being baited into coming into this godforsaken territory and now his living nightmare times a hundred was happening all over again. More than half of the school’s population were standing on the bleachers, loudly chanting Eddie’s name like some sort of cult, which he found quite ironic, but they were cursing him.

“Murderer!”

“Freak!”

“Trailer Trash Killer!”

They were the exact same words that were written across newspapers and heckled towards him in the hallways during passing, but to be here taking it all in at once with nowhere for him to run…it was terrifying.

“C’mon man,” Eddie sighed, attempting to turn around and get out of here without the situation escalating.

“No, you’re staying right here.”

He was pushed by the shoulders by some jock, forcing himself deeper into the gym almost dead center. Eddie could’ve easily punched the dude, giving him a simple way out, but with weeks before graduation, he couldn’t risk getting suspended and not being allowed to walk the stage just because of some stupid bullies.

“I find it dizzying,

They’re bringing up my history,

But you aren’t even listening.”

You were walking to next period when you heard your name being called from behind you, Max and Lucas.

“Wait! Wait up!” He heaved, crouching down to take a breath as you stopped and they got closer.

You raised your brows, checking the time on Eddie’s watch you had thrown on this morning. Usually the two would ask for rides home so you assumed they just had the time wrong or expected you to skip class in order to drive them to the mall or the arcade, “It’s only twelve…don’t you two have class?”

“Yeah, but that’s not important right now.” Max answered swiftly, capturing your wrist in an attempt to drag you to where madness was ensuing.

However, you pulled back, “My class is the other way.”

“No, you don’t get it. Come. On.” She replied through clenched teeth, drawing you along as you tried to stay back, but ultimately getting pulled in their direction with the help of Lucas.

“What is going on?!” you whispered, shouted, not wanting to cause a scene in the empty hallways and have a teacher scold you for this bizarre behavior.

Max shot Lucas a look, and he groaned, darting back as they continued to guide you towards the gym, “Eddie is in a lot of trouble. Some jocks were talking during lunch and they planned a full on mob in the gym in order to embarrass Eddie and—“

The second your boyfriend’s name exited the teen’s mouth, you yanked your arms from their grips, propelling yourself forward as you ran through the halls with desperation, “Get Principal Higgins!” You managed through deep breaths as Max and Lucas shouted an “Ok” going back in the opposite direction.

As you approached the gym, the shouts got heavier, and you couldn’t even imagine the chaos that was happening inside. You threw caution to the wind, overlooking all the things that could possibly go wrong as you shoved the door open.

“Eddie!” you yelled. All eyes turned to you as their shouts stopped.

“Oh, look, who decided to join us? The satanists’ little slut.”

You paid no mind to the insignificant comments, brushing past a couple of morons before making your way to your boyfriend who stood with his shoulders slack and head hung low until he heard your voice.

“You ok?” You murmured, taking his hand as he nodded, giving you a small smile, despite the glares that were shooting toward the two of you. He stood up straighter, having found the safety within you, “Let’s get out of here, yeah?”

He squeezed your hand as you and him were about to leave, finding peace in the fact that you didn't care about what was being shouted out at you and him. But the screams only came back to life and to make matters worse, you had been closed in with a few people blocking the exit doors.

“Let us pass, Christopher.” You declared firmly, recognizing the boy from your American Literature class.

He shook his head, with a sinister smirk placed on his face, “Can’t do that…you and your little boy toy are in here to pay for your sins.”

“The only sin in this room is all of you low lives that your parents have to deal with. Now, move.” You seethed harshly, watching his face fall with irritation.

Eddie let out a small chuckle at your jab. He had always known you for your feisty attitude, one of the main traits that made him fall for you, but recently due to the series of events that concurred, your smart remarks had been flowing freely off your tongue, especially when it came to defending him.

“Keep your bitch in line.” Christopher fired at Eddie, who scowled, drawing you behind him for protection.

“Don’t talk to her like that.” Eddie’s finger was practically centimeters from the boy’s face, your hand wrapped around his opposite arm in order to draw him back if needed.

Christopher just snorted, as did the rest of the students. “Or what? Gonna kill me like you did Chrissy and Jason?”

Your boyfriend’s body tensed up under your touch, as his heart thud loudly in his chest. He hated the fact that even if he was cleared of all accusations, there were still people who would constantly bring it up. It was a hell he could never escape.

“You better watch out, sweet thing,”

Christopher’s hand bravely reached out, trying to touch your cheek as you turned away, completely hiding behind Eddie as he slapped his arm away. Maybe Eddie would brush off the fact that people were harassing him, but he’d be damned if anyone spoke ill about you or even tried to lay a threatening hand on you.

Your boyfriend gave the dumbass jock a warning look followed by a hostile, “Watch yourself.”

“Or what?” Christoper repeated, but this time regrettably as Eddie had lost his self-control, sending his fist towards the boy’s cheek as you and the rest of the students gasped aloud.

Eddie seemed to have finally fathomed what he did, feeling the burn off his knuckles while Christopher grumbled, clutching the swelling part of his face with anger bubbling.

“Come on let’s—“

As you unveiled yourself from Eddie’s back, putting yourself between your boyfriend and Christoper, you didn’t anticipate the whack in the center of your face as you fell back into Eddie’s chest with your hands immediately fastening over your throbbing nose.

“Holy shit!”

Max and Lucas had stumbled in on the right time, with Principal Higgins by their side, when it all happened. The only thing he saw was the punch Christopher had landed on your face.

“Shit! Baby, are you ok?” Eddie turned you around trying to see the damage that had been done but just by pinpointing the blood against your fingers, his rage was stewing over.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!”

Eddie planted you into Max’s arms as she approached, giving him ample time to launch Christopher with all his might until he landed at the feet of Principal Higgins who put his arm out, attempting to stop Eddie from further damage as if he was the one in the wrong.

“Mr. Munson, act wisely.” the authority figure said sternly as Eddie scoffed, gesturing back to you as Max and Lucas did their best to help stop the bleeding coming from your nose as you wailed faintly.

“He just hit my girlfriend—“

“You hit me first!”

Christopher roared, rising up from the ground, followed by the clamors that came from the other students backing his argument up. Eddie was defeated, he did hit him first and because of that, his girlfriend was hurt and now he probably wouldn’t be graduating because of some stupid—

“They’re all lying.” You cried out tears loud enough for Higgins to hear as he walked over to you.

Your eyes clouded with salt, conveyed to Eddie to go on with your story calmly as you glanced shortly at him when he raised his brows and offered questioning hands, “They all tricked me into coming here just to ambush me with their cruel words—“

“She’s lying!” Christoper interjected madly as everybody else did the same, but you simply poked your chin out to the bleachers, as Principal Higgins did the same, seeing the signs that read cruel words towards Eddie, then you continued your version of the story.

You winced, a bit over dramatically as you pulled your bloodied hand away from your nose, exposing it to everyone as Higgins frowned and Eddie rushed back over to you. “Principal Higgins, why would I lie about this? Eddie, thankfully, found me and when we tried to leave, Christopher blocked us in and then he hit me! You saw it happen!”

“What kind of man puts his hand on a woman?” Lucas hissed sharply, shaking his head with his arms across his chest as Christopher clenched his teeth angrily.

“A coward.” Max scoffed, holding the same look as her boyfriend as they stared down at Higgins and Christopher.

“Principal Higgins, they’re all lying! It just…I didn’t mean to….I wasn’t aiming for her!”

Principal Higgins whirled around, rocking his head as Christopher finally caught onto his revelation, “That’s sufficient evidence if you ask me.” You sniffled, leaning into Eddie who wrapped his arms around you, keeping a firm hand over the top of the ones resting on your face.

“Christopher Pierce, I’ll be seeing you in my office—matter a fact all of you! No one leaves this gym except these four.”

Eddie mumbled out a quiet “thanks” through the protests of shouts and whines as he guided you to the exit with Max and Lucas following closely. Finally, when you were out in the clear, the two younger teens squealed as Eddie tended to you brushing your tears away and inspecting the damage.

“Holy shit, you just flipped the table on them, big time!”

“Yeah, well, they deserve it for being such assholes—ouch!” You yelped, flinching away from Eddie’s touch as he poked at your nose lightly, trying to see if it was broken or not.

He gave you an apologetic smile, reaching to the back of his jeans to untie the black bandana then instructing you to hold it to your nose, “s’not crooked, but still could be broken.”

You whimpered, feeling your head begin to throb from the overwhelming amount of pain that was radiation off the center of your face. Eddie wrapped one of his arms across your back and the other lightly over your shoulder before placing back at the other two, “Mind catching a ride from Steve or Nance today? Gonna take this one to the ER to make sure everything is ok.”

“No! No hospital!” You argued, attempting to escape Eddie’s cages, but his grip still remained as Max and Lucas nodded, giving you a hopeful smile as they wished you both good luck and they walked the other way.

“Eds…babe, please, I swear that I’m fine.” You pleaded, watching as Eddie maneuvered the both of you sideways as he used his shoulder to push the doors open, leading you to the parking lot where his van was conveniently parked just a few stalls down.

He shook his head with a faint, “no” as he removed his hand from your shoulders, just so he could get ahold of his car keys, quickly unlocking the passenger door and gently hoisting you up in his arms so he could carefully place you in the seat.

“Don’t give me those eyes, sweet girl, it’s not gonna work, right now.” Eddie chuckled, lightly glancing up as you pouted and pushed your brows together with soft angelic eyes.

Usually, this type of treatment would get Eddie to say yes to anything you wanted, but right now it was serious and your health depended on him not falling for your little tricks and games that he loved to play.

You groaned when you realized it wouldn’t work, sulking deep into the seat while Eddie reached around to click the seatbelt into place. He leaned up, kissing your cheek softly as he blindlessly reached for the glove-box, finding the pack of baby wipes that were usually used for clean ups when the two of you decided to have some van fun…but thankfully today its purpose would be much more useful. You watched through your wet lashes. He plucked a few out, motioning for you to move the bandana away so he could wipe the blood from your face, then your fingers.

“Did the bleeding stop?” You sought, lifting your chin when he nudged it to get a better look inside your nostrils and he shrugged his shoulders with uncertainty.

“There’s still a bit dripping down. Hopefully the doctors can get it to stop.” He patted your thigh, gathering the bloodied wipes and stuffing them into the passenger door storage to throw away later.

You placed the bandana back over your nose, this time just underneath to catch any remaining blood. Eddie had finally shut your door, jogging over to the driver’s side and quickly starting it up, turning to face you so that he could brush his fingers over your cheek, leaning forward, “Thanks for that…and I’m sorry you got hurt.”

“Don’t, it’s not your fault, I should be saying “thank you” considering the fact that you punched him for me.” you encouraged him, caressing his wrist with your free hand while you put on a brave smile seeing him crack a small grin, “No one talks badly about my man and gets away with it.”

There was a slight scratch to your voice that tickled a part of Eddie’s brain in the best way because it always seemed to creep in when you got protective of him. It was like your body sending a signal that you had to do everything in your power to avenge all the things that happened to Eddie. Though he never asked you to do it, and would never ask of such a favor, it melted his heart and kept him up at night just thinking about how lucky he was. Someone that always saw the best in him and refused to let anyone take that away.

He beamed, leaning in to connect your lips, not caring that at any moment a big fat glob of blood could pool between the both of you, “Even when your man is gonna take you to the hospital?”

You giggled through the coursing pain, pushing his chest jokingly so that he could back away, “Yeah, because apparently he loves me so much he doesn’t want me to die of a broken nose.”

“I don’t think you can die from a broken nose, babe.” He raised his brows at you, stifling a laugh from your apparent annoyance.

You rolled your eyes, flipping him off as he snickered, finally putting on his seat belt and changing gears, “Shut up and drive, Munson!”

“Talk your talk and go viral

I just need this love spiral

Get it off your chest

Get it off my desk”

“Mass Suspension at Hawkins High! New Record!”

Eddie slapped down the school paper onto your desk where you were mindlessly flipping through a month old magazine before you finally picked up what was now the talk of the town. You shrieked hard when you saw a picture of all the students lined up against the office wall as they waited for Higgins to see them individually.

“Did Nancy really get away with this?” You spun around in your chair to face Eddie, who chucked, nodding his head and resting his hands on his hips.

It had been a few days since the incident and you’d been at home resting from thankfully just a small fracture that didn’t require any surgery. Just wearing a splint, icing the area, and taking your prescription medicine twice a day to alleviate the pain.

“Feeling better?” He asked, running a delicate finger over the brace on your nose, making you laugh, slapping his hand away.

“I am…just a few more days and I can take this stupid thing off.” You sighed, getting up and walking over to your mirror to gauge how you looked today.

There was still a bit of bruising around the center of your face and around your cheeks from the impact of the blow. However, the icing seemed to dull the color down from bright purple to a greenish yellow hue in a matter of days. Eddie plunked himself on your rolling chair, scooting towards you until his knees met the back of yours, prompting you to settle into his lap.

“You look beautiful.” He declared, pecking at your lips pleasantly while you shook your head against his.

“I look absolutely ridiculous.” You claimed, only making Eddie kiss you harder as he shook his head now.

When he finally pulled away, he turned your shoulder back to the mirror, steering you to watch the two of you in the reflection. “My girls’ a total badass and now she has the splint to prove it.”

He poked your side, causing you to jolt forward with a surprised laugh. “You know I’m not a fighter, I’m more of a lover.”

“You’ve got to be joking, right?” Eddie ordered with an unamused face as you nodded seriously, “Baby! You literally set fire to a newspaper stand and made up a whole story to save my ass!”

“Love makes you do crazy things! What can I say?”

You shrugged your shoulders as if committing such extreme acts of love was totally normal, but it was one of the reasons why Eddie adored you so much. Sure, he probably would never need to commit arson for you, like ever, but if the opportunity arose and your reputation and life depended on it, he would. There wasn’t anything in this world that Eddie Munson wouldn’t do for you, and he was waiting on the day that he could do the same…possibly for better matters, of course.

“If you stare too hard, the mirror might crack, Mr. Conceited.” You joked snapping him out of his thoughts, while nuzzling your face into the crock of his neck as you wrapped your arms securely around it.

He pressed into you harder, turning his head to meet your lips once. twice. three more times before resting his forehead on yours, peering deeply into your eyes, “I love you, you know that?”

The question was pointless. He knew that you knew that he loved you very much. With his whole entire being and every bone in his body.

“I love you so much that sometimes I feel like I can’t even describe it.” He added, brushing his nose against yours softly as you giggles fluttered from your mouth like butterflies kissing his skin when he felt your breath on him.

Eddie moved his hands to your hips, gripping them with intensity as he planted his feet securely against the ground and stood the two of you back up. Your arms around his neck never moved, as this time you tiptoed to catch his lips once more before he spun you, shuffling backwards until the small of your back came to a hard stop.

“Get it off your chest,” You whispered, finally pulling away to catch a breath while your fingers kept busy, trailing their way down his neck, to the hem of his shirt, until your warm hands slid underneath the material, feeling his heartbeat against your fingertips, “…and get it off my desk.”

Your boyfriend wasted no time, roughly dragging his hand over your desk where the paper flew and pens landed against the floorboards, until there was nothing on it but you and the both of your bare skin stuck to one another like glue that bound the sweetest souls together in matrimony.

This haze was permanent. Something that the two of you could never escape, because no matter the disruptors and smooth talking hucksters that would try to come between you and Eddie, your love was ever glowing and all-encompassing in ways that no one could replicate. It didn’t matter the circumstances under which you and Eddie had met and fallen in love during what could and should have been the end of the world. You two were both damned if you did and damned if you didn’t. There was no other choice but to fall.

Fall into this bliss while you protected your peace. Keep your love and the genuine stuff private, but never hide it. And against all odds, live a life without a care in the world for the people who try to blow it out.

This love was burning brightly through the lavender haze you two danced in for eternity.

A/N: I've been working on this for a while, trying to get the story to flow with the lyrics so I hope I was able to do this justice. Again, all credits to the lovely, Taylor Swift for writing this song that perfectly describes what I think Eddie and his partners' relationship would be like in terms of facing scrutiny from the town after all the madness. Let me know what you think! Reblogs, comments, and likes are greatly appreciated!

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