#that trailer is cheesy as hell though

[corroded-hellfire]

hello!! i have seen so many eddie x fem reader but never a chubby fem reader so? can u do one and plz take as much time

(can it also be smut???)

- suki

This honestly felt cathartic to write. Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy 🩵

Warnings: smut, p in v, unprotected (wrap it up), oral, f!receiving, body image issues

Words: 4.5k

"Ugh, it’s so cheesy.”

Eddie groans and drops his head back against the couch dramatically. You scoff as you watch him out of the corner of your eye, wanting to keep most of your attention on the flickering television screen in front of you. The end of An Officer and a Gentleman plays, where Richard Gere picks up Debra Winger and carries her off bridal style.

“I think it’s romantic,” you say, lazily flicking your hand at your boyfriend’s chest. 

His dark eyebrows raise up to meet his bangs as he kicks his socked feet up on the cluttered coffee table. 

“Really?” he asks. “So, you’re saying you want me to just scoop you up like that and carry you?”

The snort that comes out of you isn’t intentional, but Eddie’s words force it to come out. 

“Hell no,” you tell him. “You’d break your back.”

Eddie’s previously raised eyebrows furrow as he stares at you. His spine straightens and he crosses his arms across his chest, offense leaking into his posture. 

“What do you mean?”

Surely, he must be joking, you think. But the way his gaze is focused on you makes you realize he’s serious.

“Eddie.” You brandish your hand towards your larger body before gesturing to his own svelte frame. 

Unsure how to feel about your insinuation, Eddie shifts in his seat to face you better. He eyes your body, something that always makes you feel a little self-conscious even if it’s in an admiring fashion.

“You think I can’t carry you?” he asks.

“Not without blowing out your back.” 

That has Eddie pushing himself up off the couch and rubbing his hands together. He nods to you as he shifts his weight from foot to foot.

“Let me try,” he says.

“No.” You don’t move an inch. 

Eddie’s shoulders slump, reminding you of a deflating beach ball as he begins to pout.

“Babe,” he whines. “Come on.” 

“No, Eddie,” you reply, tone more definitive this time. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.” He waves off your concern as if it’s the last thing on his mind. But you’re aware that it’s very real and know it would only make you feel more uncomfortable in your own skin if your weight hurt your boyfriend. 

“Just drop it,” you try. 

As persistent and stubborn as Eddie is about something once it’s entered his mind, he can see your demeanor changing bit by bit, moving closer to upset. It doesn’t mean he’s going to let it go entirely, though. He’ll let you think he’s forgotten about it for now, just continuing on with the nice evening you’re having. But there’s already an idea turning the gears in the back of Eddie’s mind. 

The next week, you waltz into the Munson’s trailer–having learned long ago that you can just let yourself in–and your brow furrows as you slip off your shoes. Eddie is standing between the couch and the television, doing arm curls with a pair of smaller but heavy-looking weights. Not once have you seen Eddie lifting weights before, so you’re confused, unsure of what’s going on. 

Eddie’s eyes glance over to you, away from the rerun of Who’s the Boss playing on the television and gives you a smile.

“Hey, baby,” he says as naturally as always. “Be done in a minute.”

You finally find your voice as you track his arms moving up and down. “What’re you doing?”

“Knitting a sweater,” he answers without missing a beat. 

“Ha ha, very funny.” You roll your eyes even though he isn’t looking your way and plop down on the couch behind him.

Eddie lets out a small, breathy laugh and turns his head to the side so you know he’s talking to you.

“What’s it look like? I’m lifting weights.”

“But why?” you ask, tucking your legs up beneath you.

When Eddie turns face forward again, you catch a glimpse of his smirk in the reflection on the TV.

“So you’ll have no more excuses about why I shouldn’t pick you up,” he says. 

Letting out a dramatic groan to rival one of Eddie’s own, you flop down on your side and bury your face into one of the couch cushions. Irritated, you pick your head up and glare at the back of your boyfriend’s head.

“This again?” you ask.

“I’m gonna sweep you off your feet,” he says as he begins his last set. “Wait and see.”

“Jesus Christ,” Dustin whines, leaning back in his seat. He swipes at one of the D20s on the table out of frustration. “Where the hell is he? Eddie’s never been late for a campaign in his life.”

“Are you sure your boyfriend didn’t mention anything about being late?” Mike snaps at you from the opposite side of the table.

“For the third time, Michael,” you say, crossing your arms over your chest, “no.”

Jeff opens his mouth to say something, but the drama room door bangs open to reveal their Dungeon Master, his soaking wet hair turning the white portion of the Hellfire shirt see-through. There’s a beat of silence as everyone takes in his appearance. Leave it to Dustin to break the seal.

“Where the hell were you?”

“Is it raining out?” Lucas asks no one in particular, eyes trailing Eddie’s weighed-down curls.

He doesn’t receive a response as Eddie saunters into the room, acting as if he didn’t just break one of his own most important rules. Your boyfriend throws a wink your way and presses a kiss to the top of your head as he passes by you to get to his throne. Once he’s plopped down in the seat and made himself comfortable, he takes in all the eyes staring at him from around the table.

“I was in the gym. Weight room, more specifically,” Eddie says, as if they should have known this all along. 

“Like…where the athletes train?” Gareth asks, nose wrinkling up in confusion. You can taste Eddie’s snarky reply in the air before he even parts his lips.

“Congratulations on knowing what the weight room is, Gareth the Great.”

When Eddie’s eyes don’t meet yours, you wonder if he’s avoiding your gaze or not. He has to know that the fact that he was lifting weights again would grate on your nerves. Either he’s oblivious–which is entirely possible–or he’s being smart and not meeting your glare. Eddie is quiet for a moment, which is so unlike him that you’re wondering if maybe he’s waiting for you to say something. If that’s what he wants he’ll be sorely disappointed though because you’re biting your tongue for now. Even though he’ll definitely hear about it later when there are no witnesses around. 

“All right,” Eddie finally says, clapping his ringed hands together. “Shall we get started?”

Whenever you want to vent about Eddie or something he did, you never have a shortage of friends to go to. Most are glad to lend an ear and a few even look forward to hearing what crazy thing he did this time. But when it comes to how you’re currently feeling in regards to your boyfriend, none of your friends could truly understand because they’re all, well…thin. They might be sympathetic to your situation or even relate in some different way, but none of them would wholly understand because they’ve never been viewed in the same light that you are by society. It’s not their fault they don’t understand, it’s just how it is. 

Unfortunately, you’re not as good at keeping your emotions hidden as you thought you were. It’s only a few days before Nancy corners you at your locker.

“Are you okay?” she asks, narrowing her usually wide eyes at you. 

“Fine,” you say with as much forced enthusiasm as possible while you dig around the locker for your biology textbook. 

“For argument's sake, let’s say I believe you,” Nancy says. “Why have you been so quiet lately, then? You seem distracted, like your mind is somewhere else.”

“It’s stupid,” you say to her as you find the book you were searching for.

“Hey,” Nancy says, voice taking on a more serious tone, “no it’s not. Whatever is bothering you, you can tell me.”

You’ve known Nancy long enough to know she’s truly trying to help you and is determined to find out what’s wrong. You also know that if you tell her that you’re not ready to talk about it, she’ll drop it and respect your wishes. But you have been itching to talk to someone about everything that’s been going on, and the opportunity presented itself to you on a silver platter. 

“After school?” you ask softly. 

Nancy nods. “I’m putting the finishing touches on a story for the paper. I’ll be in there alone.”

When the bell rings signaling the end of school you find her right where she said she’d be. Bent over a few papers, shuffling them back and forth and inspecting them with a small furrow to her brow. As soon as she sees you, though, she moves her work to the side and gives you her undivided attention.

“What’s up?” she asks. 

Trying to buy every second you have before you open your mouth and start to explain your predicament, you make yourself comfortable on the stool across from your friend and situate your bag between your feet on the floor. There’s no more stalling, you realize, as you continue to shift in your seat though. Deep down you know Nancy will be sympathetic and would never intentionally steer you wrong, it’s just the fact that she won’t get it that’s keeping you from spilling your guts. 

“I’m not interviewing you, you know,” Nancy says, the ghost of a smile dancing on her lips. “You can start whenever.”

“Eddie keeps saying he wants to lift me up.”

The admission just tumbles from your mouth, no preamble, no build-up, just straight to the problem that’s been lying heavy on your heart. 

“Okay…” Nancy drags out the word and she leans in towards you. Clearly, she was expecting more to the story than this. 

“And I told him that he’ll hurt himself and now he’s working out and lifting all these weights to prove that he’s strong enough for it.” For someone who wasn’t sure if they wanted to talk about this to begin with, you’re now word vomiting everywhere. Between the speed of your words and the way they seem to come out before being processed in your mind, you’re strangely reminded of how it is to talk with Robin when she’s flustered over something. The thought has you biting back a smile; maybe now you’d give Robin less grief about talking so fast. 

“Why don’t you just let him try then?” Nancy asks.

An internal scream sounds in your head at her question. Of course she doesn’t understand what the big deal is. It’s not her fault, but you also know there are no words you could use to explain it to her to convey how you feel deep down about it. It’s something you either know from experience or not. 

“You’ve seen the two of us together,” you finally respond, voice measured and quiet. “He’s so slender and has some lean muscle, but not enough to lift my fat ass.”

It’s obvious from the way Nancy does her cute little pout that she doesn’t like your comment.

“You are–”

Here it comes, you think. She’s going to say how pretty I am, even though I didn’t say I was ugly–just fat. 

“–stressing yourself out by thinking about this too much. Let Eddie lift his weights. If you still don’t want him to pick you up, tell him. You know he respects your boundaries.”

It’s not what you expected her to say at all, and you admonish yourself for thinking Nancy would be anything less than logical about this. And her logic is sound. You know she’s right, but the emotional part of your brain still isn’t completely satisfied.  

On your way out of the school after talking with Nancy, you pass the weight room and hear someone inside. You peek in the small window cut into the door and spot your boyfriend’s mass of messy curls. He has a barbell over his hips, thrusting them up and down. The sight alone has your knees feeling weak. The motion of Eddie’s hips has you hypnotized for a few moments before you decide to go in.

Eddie isn’t facing the door and he’s wearing headphones, so he doesn’t hear you as you slip in and close the door behind you. Now you can hear the soft grunts that leave his lips with every thrust, and it has you biting down on your lower lip. When you take a step closer, you can hear the music Eddie’s listening to, the song pounding out past the headphones. Even though Eddie doesn’t know you’re there it’s almost as if he’s trying to seduce you. The hips, the grunts, now he’s listening to Burnin’ Up by Judas Priest? That’s the most often played song while the two of you are having sex. 

Deciding it’s fine if you’re perving a bit on your own boyfriend, you watch him while he does a few more reps. As he begins to slow down and finish up, you move to take a seat on the piece of equipment next to him. Eddie grins when he notices you sitting there and tugs the headphones down so they’re hanging around his neck.

“Hey, baby,” he says. “I’d hug you but I’m all sweaty.”

“It’s sexy.”

Eddie laughs at the blunt way you say it. 

“Really?” he asks.

You nod your head and Eddie takes it as an invitation to come over and sit next to you. He wraps you up in his sweaty arms, teasingly wiping his forehead against the shoulder of your shirt. It makes you laugh and you wrap your arms around his damp middle. The black material of his Ozzy shirt is sticking to his skin–and now yours too.

“Gonna go take a shower,” Eddie says and presses a kiss to your temple. “Then we’ll go get some food, yeah?”

“Sounds perfect.”

The next week you’re over at Eddie’s house, on your back with Eddie on top of you as you make out. There’s a long-forgotten shitty horror movie playing in the background, but the cheesy, shrill screams of the victims don’t even register to either of you. 

Rough calloused hands slide down your shirt, moving from your breasts to the hem of your tee, where it’s riding up. Eddie’s skin on yours has you arching your back as his hands travel upwards again. It’s clear that he wants your shirt off and who are you to deny him?

“Bedroom,” you mumble as you break apart just long enough for you to yank your shirt off. Eddie takes advantage of your quick preoccupation with your clothing to scoop you up in his arms, bridal style. “Eddie!” you squeak.

He just chuckles and squeezes you tighter against his body. 

“Maybe now you’ll let me throw you around when I have to punish you for being a bad girl,” he says, a cocky smirk quirking his kiss-bruised lips. 

“A-Are you okay?” you ask, arms instinctively wrapping around his neck. “You won’t offend me if you have to put me down.” You’re very aware of his lithe body and how it’s supporting your larger one. This has to be hurting him–right?

“Babe.” Eddie chuckles again and shakes his head. “I’ve been lifting weights that weigh at least double what you do. It feels like I’m holding a feather right now.”

Narrowing your eyes at him, you try to determine if he’s lying or not. But the way he holds steady, not seeming to strain or struggle with you in his arms calms your worries. Eddie heads down the hall and carries you into his room and tosses you down on his bed. You land with a bounce and a giggle as he climbs up on top of you. 

His lips attach to your neck as his fingers reach down and fiddle with the button of your jeans. Once it’s popped open and he drags the zipper down, Eddie starts to kiss his way down your body, making sure to press his lips against every part of you that he can. Your chest, your tummy, your hips. When he gets to your jeans, Eddie slides himself off the bed to kneel before you. He makes quick work of getting your pants off and lets out a sinful groan when he sees the wet patch forming on your pale green cotton panties. It encourages Eddie to move even faster as he yanks your underwear off so quickly that you blink and you miss it. 

Eddie dives right in, wasting no time to run his long, talented tongue through your folds. You grip the off-white sheets below you in your fists at his ministrations. The laugh that rumbles through Eddie at your drawn-out groan sends vibrations up your body, only adding to the pleasure. Strong hands wrap around your thighs and pull you even further down the bed so Eddie can get better access to your pussy. His tongue repeatedly flicks over your clit and your eyes practically roll back in your head. Your boyfriend knows exactly how to work you up and bring you to the brink of–

“Hey,” you pout when Eddie pulls back and sits on his heels. “Fuck, Eddie, I was close.”

“I know, angel.” His words are soft and kind despite the mischievous glint in his eye. “But there’s something I need you to do first.”

“What?”

Eddie climbs on the bed and crawls up towards his pillows. He plops flat on his back as he says, “Sit on my face.”

“Eddie,” you say with a breathless laugh. “I’ll crush you.”

“Then I go out doing what I love,” he says with a shrug of his shoulders. “I always told you that you’d be the death of me.” Eddie looks over you with those brown doe eyes and you feel the resolve melting away in your chest. “But seriously, please come here. I already miss how you taste.”

Lifting you was one thing, but this seems like something he couldn’t prepare for by going to the gym. The sincere, pleading look in his eyes tells you that he really wants this, though.

“Are you sure?” you double-check.

“God, yes, please.”

Hesitantly, you shuffle up closer to him and lift yourself up to straddle his face. Bracing your hands on Eddie’s headboard, you still can’t bring yourself to lower your body. Just as you’re about to open your mouth and say something to Eddie, your boyfriend wraps his arms around your thighs and pulls you flush down against his mouth. 

“Fuck,” you groan. You can practically feel Eddie grinning against your dripping pussy as he gets back to work. After a few moments of making sure Eddie isn’t suffocating below you, you start to relax into it and are able to enjoy the sensations of his tongue leisurely licking up and down your heat. A particularly hard lick to your hole has you letting out a gasp and clutching onto the wooden bedframe hard enough to snap it in half.

“Shit, Eddie. A-Almost there.”

He hums in acknowledgment, even though you didn’t need to tell him. Your body was something Eddie was a quick study in; it didn’t take him long to learn all the little quirks and tells your body gives him when you’re getting close to orgasm. 

“Fuck,” you moan between pants as your breaths become shallower. Sweat slicks your skin as you hurdle towards your peak, body a live wire as Eddie works your body just as flawlessly as he does his guitar. “I-I’m coming, Eddie, fuck, I’m coming.”

Eddie tightens his grip on your thighs as your hips rock against his face. His nose brushes against your clit and it shoots a spark through your body, only heightening your pleasure. 

As the high wears off, you feel boneless and collapse down on the bed next to Eddie. He huffs a breath of laughter and raises himself up on an elbow to watch you recover. Satisfied smirk on his face, Eddie wipes his mouth off on the back of his hand. He only gives you a moment longer to catch your breath before he gives you a smack on the ass.

“Hands and knees, baby,” he says. 

Energy not fully recuperated yet, you give him a nod but otherwise don’t move. Eddie’s not having that, though. A strong arm wraps around your waist and yanks you up, causing you to yelp in surprise. As you settle onto your hands and knees like you were told, you peek over your shoulder to see a cocky smirk adorning your boyfriend’s face. He ghosts a feather-light hand up your spine as he leans in to murmur in your ear.

“Told you I’d manhandle you if I needed to.”

There’s hardly enough time for your brain to process his words before he’s yanking your hips backward towards him. The sudden motion has your arms giving out and you drop face-first into his pillow, filling your senses with the citrus-scented shampoo he uses. The husky chuckle that comes from above you lets you know that this is the exact position he wanted you in any way. You let your eyes flutter closed as you revel in the sensation of him dragging his cock up and down your soaked folds. It’s meant to be teasing you–and it is–but you’d be lying if you said the motions didn’t feel amazing.

Eventually, Eddie can’t take his own teasing anymore–he’s so damn hard in his hand now. He lets his cock drag against your clit one last time before he pushes himself into you. A moan gets muffled into Eddie’s pillow as your fingers involuntarily claw at his sheets. If you were facing him, you know you’d see him smirking. The bed begins to squeak as Eddie moves his hips, his own groans tumbling out as he slides further into you with each thrust until he’s finally bottoming out.

“Fuck,” Eddie groans, head falling forward. His hands grip the soft plush skin of your hips hard enough to leave fingerprint-sized marks. You turn your head to keep from suffocating against the pillow, but you know you’d willingly starve yourself of oxygen if it meant Eddie would keep pounding into you like this. “Shit, baby. I’ll never get over how tight you are. God damn, I love your body so fucking much.”

The only response you can manage is a groan, thoughts fleeing from your head with every snap of his hips against yours. His pace begins to pick up and you know he’s getting closer to the edge. But suddenly he pulls completely out of you, leaving you achingly empty. The loss makes you whine as you look over your shoulder at your boyfriend. Words still haven’t come back into your brain yet, so you just questioningly grunt at him, which makes him laugh.

“Don’t worry, baby,” he says. Your eyes track him as he shuffles up the bed until he’s sitting with his back against his headboard. He pats his thigh and winks at you. “Get over here.”

He doesn’t need to ask you twice. Throwing your left leg over his lap, you whimper as you lower yourself slowly onto his angry and leaking cock. The moment you’ve seated yourself on him, he thrusts his hips up into you, causing you to gasp and clutch onto his pale, freckled shoulders to steady yourself. 

“Fuck!” you cry. “Yes, Eddie!”

The smirk that graces Eddie’s beautiful features is so self-satisfied. Normally, you’d come up with a witty quip or bratty action to wipe that look off his face, but the pleasure coursing through your veins leaves you incapable of coherent thought. 

Eddie wraps an arm around your waist and starts bucking his hips wildly up into yours. 

“Shit,” you all but scream as you drop your forehead down to rest on Eddie’s shoulder. “God, Eddie.”

“Think my lifting paid off now, baby?” Eddie asks, smugness dripping in his tone. He chuckles and presses a kiss to your collarbone as you nod and bury your face into his neck.

“Yes,” you mumble against his skin before pulling back so he can understand you. “Yes, shit, your hips are magical.”

A chuckle rumbles through Eddie’s body and he tightens his grip around your waist, holding your body flush up against his. As you feel yourself getting closer and closer to your climax, your fingernails dig into the delicate skin on Eddie’s back.

“You’re so fucking sexy, baby,” Eddie says. When you don’t acknowledge his statement, he tugs on your hair and forces you to look him in the eye. “Jesus Christ, I love your curves. Every single inch of your body. It’s fucking mine. So perfect, holy shit. How’d I get so lucky?”

“All yours,” you confirm, nodding as much as you can with his hand in your hair. “My body is all yours. Every curve, every i-inch. Fuck, I’m close, Eddie.”

“Me too, sweetheart,” Eddie says between labored breaths. “Come with me.”

“O-Okay,” you stutter out in a whisper.

Your orgasm crashes over you, wave after wave of pleasure washes over you as you cling to your boyfriend. The way your walls clench around Eddie’s cock has him coming immediately after you, his hair tickling the skin of your cheek as he drops his head forward to rest against your body. 

“Baby, yes,” Eddie moans as he spills inside of you, hips rutting against yours as he fucks his spend into you. 

When he’s finished, Eddie lifts his head up before dropping it back against his headboard. A satisfied smile is on his lips as he looks at you, rosy cheeks and coated in a sheen of sweat as he tries to catch his breath. Your body collapses against his, breathing just as heavily, and Eddie wastes no time in wrapping both of his arms around you. It’s quiet as the two of you bask in the feelings, both physical and emotional. Eventually, Eddie turns his head and presses a kiss into your hair.

“I love you, baby girl.”

“I love you too, handsome.”

“So,” he starts, dotting soft kisses down the length of your neck, “you gonna let me pick you up now?”

It’s not something you even need to think about. “You can do whatever you want if you fuck me like that again.”

The laugh that Eddie lets out has you smiling against his skin. He brings his hand up and lightly trails his fingers up and down your spine. 

“Glad to hear that,” he says. “I think next I want to try lifting you over my shoulder. You know, like firemen do. How’s that sound?”

The question makes you lift your head up to look your boyfriend in the eye. 

“Only if you wear the uniform, too.”

[romanoffsbish]

Surprise, Surprise

Scarlett Johansson x Reader (no pronouns used)

Scarlett was wrapping up another day on set when she got unexpected news… Aka, R visits her on set | WC: 1,366

A/N: Purely fluff — R is not given any description but their infant is described as looking like them both.

"Your son is the cutest!" Elizabeth sang as she giddily approached Scarlett who had been stood behind an accordion panel, changing out of her characters outfit. The blonde grinned and nodded along, it was the truth and she was used to her costar gushing over your son, but it was usually over photos she'd show her...

——

“His cheeks are just so chubby, and so squishy—you and Y/N created a little cutie; bring him to set more."

"What do you mean more?" Elizabeth's smile fell, "I am now realizing I might've ruined a surprise."

Scarlett smiled at her aloof friend, "Thanks for that!"

Then she took off in a hurry, abandoning her plans to change, leaving in her favorite pair of sweats and her character's black and blue striped crop top instead. It had been a week since she last saw you two, as you both agreed moving your son a lot wasn't ideal, so she filmed during the week and was home on weekends.

Except the last one since she had to film promo for The Outset in New York while your current home was in LA so it was random fleeting hours over FaceTime, and that made her dream for the day her schedule clears.

Scarlett needed you in her arms more than she needed anything else, well besides to kiss your son's cheeks so she kept up a decent pace even though she was winded. Just as she rounded the corner of the lot she caught sight of you walking up the steps of her trailer, her eyes sparkled with joy, but then they narrowed when she saw the diaper bag lowly dangling from your arm, with your other hand cradling your sleeping babies head to your chest, you were clearly trying to safely ascend.

The blonde jogged a little faster, concern ebbing its way into her soul as she saw you move up another step. Just as you were about to move again she arrived, her hand seamlessly took the diaper bag so you could grip the side rails while her other firmed against your back.

Scarlett felt as you sighed and it made her smile, you opened the door and almost as soon as you entered she had circled you and stopped in front of you. "Thanks."

Your wife smirked, "No need to thank me love,” her lips then closed the distance left between yours and her hand pushed you into her, “I always got your back."

Scarlett giggled when you threw your head back with a playful groan, “you’re just so cheesy Scar, stop it…”

Your wife instantly pouted, feigning offense, “Why?”

“Because I can’t have our son following your lead,” you responded while gently cupping his ears to make sure your wife understood the message. “He’s vulnerable.”

Scarlett scoffed, “If I remember correctly it was my corny quips that won you over baby, you ate it up.”

“That’s not how I remember it,” you deflected with ease as you slid from her hold and started to move towards her bed so you could set Noah down, but just before you could she pulled you back in and kissed you until you had forgotten what you were planning to do.

The blonde felt warmth slowly spread throughout her body as she melted into the feeling of your thumbs gently caressing the soft skin of her fuller hips. Just beneath her chin lay the adorable, snoring cause. It was hard for her at first, adjusting to the physical demands of pregnancy but then she had your son.

Not only was he the most adorable infant she’d ever seen, but she saw the natural way in which you took to parenthood. With the unwavering love you not only held, but expressed, like in small moments like these, she learned to cherish the changes and to crave more.

If not for her predetermined, already rearranged once schedule she would have convinced you to make more. Hell, she even considered asking you right now… This is her last commitment for a long while, and shooting was set to wrap up next month. It was the perfect time.

A soft whine pulled the two of you apart just in time for a pouting baby to whip his head back from your chest, his eyes and frown shone with deep grumpiness as he slowly blinked, eyes fluttering with a clear fight as his body decided if it was even ready to be awakened yet.

Scarlett smirked at you and you nodded your head in agreement, the two of you shared another peck before both of your lips firmly planted on your son’s cheeks. He grunted initially but the two of you felt them upturn and a gentle giggle left him at the tickling sensation.

“There’s mama’s happy boy,” Scarlett coo’d and your son’s head whipped to the side as if he had only just realized who it was that kissed you and his right cheek. His giddy babbles warmed your heart but his inability to keep still strained your back and led to you swiftly removing him from the harness so he could leap to her.

Scarlett caught him with ease and you sighed in relief. It was his new favorite habit, he’d just leap from one person to the next, hence the need for a baby carrier to restrain his urges and the potential script for Xanax you’ll need as he becomes more daringly independent.

The two of them were in their own world the moment you were no longer attached to them, swaying softly as she told him all about her week. It almost hurt your feelings but you knew it was their time to bond and hers to finally spill the movie secrets even you weren’t allowed to hear so you ventured off to the bathroom.

When you returned thirty minutes later, after having slipped off to take a walk—something you also needed, they were calmly laying in the bed, your sons sleeping face was now smushed against her exposed abdomen and you smiled at the scene from the ajar door.

“You’re letting a draft in,” your wife teased as she shut the book in her hand. Without a word you replied by shutting the door and moving further into her trailer. Scarlett watched you curiously as you slipped your shoes off then as gently as you could you joined them.

Her fingers softly stroked over the skin of your cheek, then it did the same for your sons right after as you were both currently utilizing her stomach as a pillow. As her hand returned to rest on your head yours moved to continue to caress your son’s sweet face.

Noah was your first of hopefully many, miracles, the perfect blend of you two in both features and attitude. Scarlett’s heart nearly combusted as she saw the same desires she held for months now blossom in your eyes.

“How much longer until you’re all ours Scarlett?” The blonde gently guided your face until your chin was resting against the softened muscles of her abs. “I am always all yours,” she smiled gently, her gaze genuine as she stroked your cheek. “My entire heart is here.”

“Entire?” She nodded, gaze a bit confused as you questioned her level of loyalty. “That’s too bad…”

Now she was amused, and played right along, “Why?”

“Kinda hoping there’s room for more,” you began, voice light and lovestruck as you cradled your son’s face in one hand and reached out for hers. “More?”

You nodded, then confirmed her hopes, “More little ones just like this goober that’s drooling all over you.”

Scarlett beamed, “I’ve been hoping you’d say that for actual months now baby. I want endless little you’s.”

You smiled as you placed a gentle kiss to the subtle ridges that adorned her stomach before nuzzling against the warm skin—an attempt to burrow into her which you knew to be impossible, yet you always tried.

“I love you, my beautiful baby mama,” you mumbled tiredly, lips gentle as they kissed her belly once more. The blonde chucked then stared down at your calm face in relief. “I love you too, you beautiful fool.”

[lunatic-pudge]

Postal Dude NSFW Alphabet

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Was gonna work on my TF2 and Postal requests, but I've been sick and was in the ER cause of it. But depsite all of that, I'm still horrifically down bad for this stinky pissman. My need for this man cannot be contained. Halp

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A: Aftercare (What they're like after sex):

Admittingly, his aftercare kinda sucks. Just wipe ya off then pass out. It's just not something he's used to. You're gonna have to teach him how to do some proper aftercare. It'll take some time, but he'll get better at it with some time

B: Body Part (Their favorite body part of their and also their partners):

Now I'm putting my own (weird) biases here, Dude likes his hands. They're so long and spidery. Perfect to shove his fingers down your throat. He's such a long and gangly man.

Now his favorite body part on you would be your thighs. Thick thighs means a nice, fat ass and I can just tell that this man is an ass man. And also thigh highs?! The way they hug the thighs are there's that little thigh pudge at the top of the thigh highs. You know what I'm talking about. Dude lives for thick thighs. Choke them with your thighs, he'll die a happy man

C: Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically):

I'd like to think cums a lot. Please let me dream. Just picture him cumming in you so much that it spills out of you as more tries to fill in you. Maybe even creating a little tummy bulge.

But for taste wise, it is BITTER. Like it starts salty but gets bitter the more you taste it. So good luck with that. Man's good for stuffing ya, but the taste is one that will take a bit to get used to. Someone get this man on a better diet!

D: Dirty Secret (pretty self explanitory, a dirty secret of theirs):

I feel like he's secretly an exhibitionist. I just know that Dude would get off to people seeing him getting fucked. Hell, he'd probably let people run a train on him if given the opportunity. This man's a slut to the highest degree even though he gets no bitches

E: Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?):

I'd say he's got a decent amount of experience. Like, he definitely knows what he's doing. Could it be better? Yeah. Much of this man's potential has yet to be discovered

F: Favorite Position (This goes without saying):

Homie doesn't discriminate. Any position is a good position. You wanna ride him? Go for it. Want him to bend you over and pound the fuck out of you? He's already bending you over. He definitely loves being bent over, stuffed and fucked

G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.):

Has this man ever been serious? He's a chill boy. I don't really have much to say here. He's a goofy goober

H: Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpent match the drapes? etc.):

I'd say Dude's got a decent amount of hair. Definitely not hair, but not bare. And even then, it's light in color so it doesn't catch your attention at first. And he's kinda groomed. He'll keep up with it if asked

I: Intimacy (How are they during the moment? Romantic aspect):

Dude's not much of a romance person. But that doesn't mean he isn't trying. On special occasions, like anniversaries or your birthday, he'll put the effeort in. He'd be cheesy and break out the rose petals. How'd he get them? Don't worry about it. He's even broke out the candles as well, ignore the burn marks on his hands, his ass was not paying attention when lighting them and almost set the trailer on fire

J: Jack Off (Masturbation headcanons):

He does jack off, kinda often, but it's just never enough for him. He's tried all sorts of things but finds much more satisfaction being able to fuck someone. He gets irritable when he doesn't get needs fufilled

K: Kinks (One or more of their kinks):

I'm doing it. I'm going there. I don't care what you people say. He's got a piss kink. (So does Sniper but he's not apart of this, fight me) He will piss on you and he will have you piss on him. He'd be gross and try to drink your piss. He doesn't care. I'm a piss kink Dude truther

Another major kink I'll throw in here is pegging. He loves it when his lady put the strap-on on, bends him over, and makes him her bitch. Pegging makes Dude the most adorable little sub ever. Just a begging and moaning mess. You know you love it, don't deny it

L: Location (Favorite places to do the do):

Anywhere and everywhere. Just say the words and he's ready. Nothing will stop this horny man. NOTHING

M: Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going):

Your existence gets him going. You could be sitting around, reading a book or watching T.V. and that gets him hard. It's his inner simp showing. What really gets him going is seeing you wearing one of his shirts and nothing else. Especially when the shirt starts to ride up your thigh. It's like your teasing him without realizing

N: No (Something they wouldn't do, turn offs):

Now Dude is a pretty open guy, but of course he has limits. I'll just say that he's not into the really gross stuff. The only gross thing he likes is piss. Like, that's the only time you're gonna see this man at his most vile. Anything else gross and he'll start gagging and leaving

O: Oral (Preference is giving or recieving, skills, etc.):

Loves oral. Prefers to receive but will gladly give. Sit on his face. He's begging you to. But when you give him head, watch out cause if you don't stop him, he'll wanna fuck your face. He loves being able to stuff his cock down your throat

P: Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.):

Loves going fast and rough. He lives for it, especially when you mark him up during it. Rarely is slow and sensual. He'll be slow on thos rare intimate moments he has. But wither way, he will leave you a shaking, satisfied mess afterwards

Q: Quickie (Their opinion on quickies, how often, etc.):

Not the biggest fan but desperate times call for desperate measures. He tries to not partake in quickies often so when it does happen, he's so desperate to cum

R: Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks etc.):

Huge risk taker. The risk is what gets hims going. Always ready to take them. Bouns points if you're like him in that aspect. You two would be such an unstoppable force, for real for real

S: Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?):

He's got some pretty good stamina, especially when he's high on crack. He's practically insatiable. You two will be going at it for HOURS. Practically a whole day of sex so you better be prepared or you'll be a pile of dust afterwards. And yes, he will make fun of you for it.

T: Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?):

Literally in the one scene in Brain Damaged when he's sitting on his couch, there's a fucking dildo on the floor. So obviously yes, he owns toys, and yes he uses them. And yes, he will use toys on you. Why wouldn't he? Using toys means extra fun, and Dude ain't gonna pass up such an opportunity to tease and overstimulate you

U: Unfair (How much do they like to tease?):

Such a teasing bastard, and a hypocrite. Loves to tease and make you beg, but can be stubborn at first when you try to same tactics on him. He knows how to press all the right buttons when teasing. He rightfully deserves to be treated back, but also a little more harsher for being such a little shit

V: Volume (How loud are they? What sounds they make? etc.):

I'd say Dude isn't the loudest, he prefers to hear you rather then himself. But that can easily be changed with a little pegging. Remeber, he's a hoe, so he is fun to make a moaning, whiny mess, just begging for more

W: Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character):

If it isn't obvious by now, this man is bi/pan. You cannot look at this man and say he's straight. It's just such a bold face lie. Homie likes his men, women, enbys, trans people equally. All he wants is a good time. I'd say he has a slight preference for more feminine people. But now by saying that, I'm thinking of femboy Dude and I'm more than here for that

X: X-Ray (Let's see whats going on under those clothes):

Now please bear with me here, cause I unfortunately don't have male anatomy. I'd say he's about six inches, cut, head's this nice little rosy pink color and SENSITIVE

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive):

Very high drive, constantly horny. He cannot be contained. Sometimes multiple rounds a day isn't enough for him. He understand that sometimes, you're not gonna be needy as him so he's used to having to take care of himself. Though he'd appreciate some help during these trying times

Z: Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards?):

Almost immediately after doing the do. That's probably why his aftercare sucks cause he's ready to pass the fuck out most of the time. Falls asleep like a man in the Victorian era dying from Influenza. He's practically clonked out like a dead man too. It's ridiculous and deserves to be bullied for it

[kalixora]

Bumblebee x Reader

Film: TF5 The Last Knight

(Old- unfinished)

. Reader is an autobot

“Wait wait let me get this straight…her and him are like a thing? Romantically?” Izabella asked looking between the two bots as they conversed in whatever conversation they were having from outside Cade’s trailer.

Cade chuckled while sitting back on his couch with a beer in his hand,.“I guess you could say that… hey between you and me, Bee’s had a school girl crush on Y/N for years.”

Izabella snickers, “Really?”

“Psh trust me it was obvious.”

“It’s sweet,” Izabella says looking back at the two through the window. “It’s nice that they lasted this long together.”

“It’s embarrassing that’s what, don’t let that face fool you, Y/N was dense as a rock, she’s an ass kicker I’ll tell you that though, nothing gets past her.”

“So she’s tough shit huh,” Izabella hums in admiration. “I bet she keeps your ass in check.”

“You have no idea, hey kid come on lemme show you something,” Cade says, taking a final sip of his beer and placing it on the table before getting up.

The two head outside when a slightly large spaceship comes down hovering above the junkyard. Cade groans realizing that it was Daytrader’s ship. “I hope your fat ass has something good this time cause I’m tired of your shit man.”

Daytrader put his servo in his chest plate, “Okay ouch words hurt Cade.”

Drift rolled his optics walking towards Daytrader pointing his sword at him, “Have you found our ship yet? Or are you still twisting on helms with your everlasting nonsense?”

“What the hell, I barely understand what’s coming out of your mouth,” Daytrader says, trying to avoid the tip of Drift's blade while dropping the stuff in his back in the process.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you scoffed, crossing your arms as Daytrader made his way over to Cade.

His helm turned in your direction and a cheesy grin made way in his face, “Heyyy Y/N how’s it been? Still hanging with these guys, eh?”

“Do you have our ship?” You ask, narrowing your optics at the greasy mech not too far from you.

“Well not exactly but I did manage to find this.“

Daytrader dropped a head in front of Cade,

“Check out Starscream’s head, found it in Buffalo.”

You rolled your optics as you went forward to grab the head that Cade pushed off to the side, you picked the head up and examined it carefully.

It brought you back memories, memories not of war but of peace, where Starscream was not your enemy. But your friend. A friend that betrayed you in those beginning moments of the war.

“You alright N/N?” Hound asked.

Cade turned his head looking upwards at you, he could see the look on your face plate that showed your processing thoughts as you held Starscream's head in your servos. Cade never asked much about your past; he only learned things about you through observation and from the other autobots.

But he knew when you were stressed. He turned his head towards Daytrader who was just now at this point arguing with Drift and Hound.

“Check it out, new voice box for Bee,” Daytrader said, snapping you out of your locked gaze.

“It’s gonna work this time?” Cade asks, grabbing it from him.

“Oh yeah, that will do the trick,” Daytrader nods.

“Hear that Bee you’re gonna talk!”

Bumblebee began to play ‘You couldn't touch this’ through his radio and began to dance. You looked at him and couldn’t help but laugh. Bumblebee outstretched his servo to you, giving him a skeptical look. You took it and he spun you around and left you slightly startled.

You glanced down at Izabella coming around the corner, you greeted her with a nod of your helm acknowledging her presence. She smiled at you and walked towards you, you placed your servo down letting her climb on before lifting her up and placing her on your shoulder.

“What’s wrong?” You asked the human girl.

Pointing at Starscream's head, “Isn’t that the decepticon from the battle of Chicago?”

You hum, “Yes he was, he was an old friend of mine before the war.”

“Really?”

You nod, “Unfortunately, Megatron’s influence was quite strong; it won over Starscream’s in an instant… at least he’s with the Allspark now…”

“Aye don’t fret too much hun, I’m sure Starscream is looking up at ya,” Crosshairs said.

“Up?” Izabella questioned.

“Don’t worry about it too much sweetheart you’ll hurt yourself,” Crosshairs replied with a chuckle.

“Don’t listen to him,” you rolled your optics. “He’s a pain in the aft.”

“Aww, come on, without me who’d you stick with?”

“Bumblebee for starters.” You motioned towards your dancing partner.

Crosshairs rolled his optics and laughed, “The yellow bugger ain’t nothing special.

You gave him a questionable look before, “He helped me survive. That’s special enough for me.”

Bumblebee beeped at you walking up to you. He played a romantic you couldn’t understand but it made you smile at him.

Izabella smiled in awe. “How’d you guys end up together?”

Bumblebee played a string of audios through the radio, “Many times, she understood when Cybertron almost engulfed Earth.”

You nodded while placing Starscream's head on the ground. “In my defense, I didn’t understand the first couple of times he was trying to tell me.”

“Because of his voice box?” Izabella questioned.

“No, I didn’t understand the context of his confessions.”

Bumblebee whirled away from you in disbelief. He held his servo over his chest while shaking his helm. You chuckled, “I apologize Bee, but it was difficult.”

Izabella started to laugh loudly watching Bumblebee trying to explain his actions to you. Cade came from around the back and chuckled, “Bee after all that, you got love buddy that’s all that matters. You can be happy knowing nobody’s ever gonna call Crosshairs special the way Y/N just did for you.”

“Aye!”

[youarethedancingdean]

Day 7 of @steddie-week

Prompt: Free Space

It all started February, 8th. Eddie found a card in his locker after lunch. It was plain except for a comic-style bumblebee and a speech bubble with the phrase 'Bee mine'. First he thought this was some sort of stupid prank by his band mates, Gareth would come up with something like this. But after opening it and reading what was written in it, he wasn't so sure anymore.

Eddie.

I know, it's not Valentine's Day yet, which is why I'm not asking you to be my valentine. But be sure, I will come the time.

Isn't the bee cute?

The handwriting was too neat to be any of his friends'. God, what if this was some delusional girl with a crush on the school freak, the gay school freak. He better start finding the words to let her down easy.

Two day later, Eddie found a card in his backpack. What the hell, who had put that there? This one wasn't one you could open. The front was white and said 'Save the Date' in baby pink, cursive letters.

Of course, I'm not planing our wedding. I'm not that insane. But, you do have a date on the 14th. Make sure you're free, will you?

Tacos or pizza?

Tacos all the way, but who was this? Eddie had never had a secret admirer, let alone a date. Was this really for real or just a stupid prank in the end. He found, that he was hoping this was real. Even if he'd let down a girl, at least someone had been interested in him this way for once.

The 12th came around and so did the third card. He came home from band practice to find it in the mailbox of his uncle's trailer. The envelope it was in was plain white, the only thing on it was 'Eddie.' written in the by now so familiar handwriting.

The card was hand drawn this time. It was a sleeping bat hanging from the branch of a tree and a small red chested bird on the same branch. The drawing wasn't extravagant, but still pretty damn good. The inside read a joke that only a true nerd would really get. Maybe his admirer was nerdy, too? This was getting pretty interesting.

Be the bat man to my robin ♡

On Valentine's Day Eddie expected someone or at least a card to pop up at every corner. All day, though, he didn't get anything. He didn't even know where his stupid date would be, so he needed to get something, right?

It was 6:30 pm, when he heard a knock on the trailer's door. He jumped up excitedly, only to be disappointed when he opened the door to see Steve Harrington. Don't get him wrong, he thought Steve was beautiful and– GOD– he would date the living shit out of him. But there was no way Steve 'Straight Boy' Harrington had a thing for him. Hell, they barely exchanged nice words.

"Kids aren't here. Didn't they specify where to pick them up again? I think it's Max’ this time," he mentioned instead of greeting Steve, pointing at the trailer across the street where Max and her mother lived. "Not here to pick up the kids, here to pick up you," Steve responded with a cheeky smile, which left Eddie's face with a frown of confusion.

He was handed a small bouquet of flowers, all of them unique and unusual and definitely not some cheesy ones like roses. "Who put you up to this? I need to know, man. I've been getting these cards all week and I need to tell her... well, I need to talk to her. Steve only smiled wider, pointing at the small card in the bouquet. It finally read 'Be my Valentine' and contrary to the others he'd gotten it was just a basic, red and pink Valentine's Day card you could get anywhere.

You want tacos, don't you?

- Steve

Eddie’s eyes widened as he looked back up at the man in front of him. "You're straight," was all he said, quietly and calmly. He had to prepare himself for a disappointment, this had to be a prank after all. "Thank you for the diagnosis, Dr. Munson. But, I think you're wrong there. Look, maybe I shouldn't have made it this cheesy and silly, but I that's how I am, okay. And it's better you know that before you agree to go out with me. So? Tacos?" Steve was clearly pretty insecure and nervous, but he was also dressed nicely and his hair was looking even better than usually. And he knew he would pick tacos. "You're into me? You wanna date me?" Eddie asked, still in shock from it all. Steve nodded. "Let me get my jacket, you're driving," Eddie responded instantly, earning a relieved chuckle from Steve. "And, of course, were having tacos!" he called from his bedroom over the noises of someone looking for something specific in a huge mess.

[thegirlfromhawkins]

A Very Merry Christmas | Eddie Munson x gn! Reader ft. Uncle Wayne

This is seriously something I am so proud of and I truly wrote it with so much love. I hope you enjoy and have a wonderful Holiday time. ❤️

“Um a little more to the left.”

“Like this?” Eddie asked, tilting the star a little like you said.

“That’s too far.” You said, causing Eddie to turn his head, giving you an ‘are you kidding me?’ look.

“I think it looks great.” Uncle Wayne remarked stepping into the living area holding his mug full of hot chocolate.

“Thank you.” Eddie smirked, finally having accomplished decorating the tree with you.

The Munson’s never had a big tree up during the holidays but you managed to find the perfect one to fit in the corner of the trailer. Wayne hadn’t decorated for Christmas in years since Eddie became older. It was nice to have some cheer added to the humble home. He could see you were the one to bring the most joy to Eddie and him.

You brought content to Eddie’s life in this small town and boy was Wayne happy about that. Of course Eddie still would rant on about Hawkins and the population of sheep as he would say. When you came along though something changed in Eddie. You grounded him but also gave him hope for your future together. Living in Hawkins sucks but you have each other and that’s enough.

“Alright kids, I'm off to work.” Uncle Wayne waved to you both and opened the door to the cold winter night.

“We’ll save you some cookies!” You called out to him.

“If you’re lucky!” Eddie added, making you smack his arm.

“I’m feeling very lucky tonight.” He replied before closing the door.

Eddie and you broke into laughter as the Christmas music played through the radio on the countertop in the kitchen. It wasn’t either of yours favorite but hell it was Christmas time.

“Oh you know what time it is?” Eddie questioned looking down at his watch.

“What is it?”

With one swoop you were slung across Eddie’s shoulder with a scream leaving your mouth,”Cookie Time!!”.

The giggles coming from you melted his heart like a snowman in the sun. He carried you into the quaint kitchen then set you down.

“You’re crazy.” You said smiling up at the doe eyed boy.

“Me? No way, that’s you.” He replied in dramatic fashion making you laugh again.

“Only crazy in love with you.” You kissed his lips.

Eddie shook his head at your antics,”That was way too cheesy.”

You only shrugged at him and off to cookie making you went. The next hour was spent destroying the once somewhat clean kitchen and by the time the cookies were in the oven both of you were just as messy.

“I’ll go get some clothes to change into.” Eddie said, starting to walk to his room.

“Wait, I have a surprise!”

“What could it be this time? You know what, I bet it’s clothes.” He replied following you to a bag you had arrived with earlier.

“Very funny.” With a roll of your eyes you stuck your tongue out. Eddie snuck a kiss in when you weren’t expecting it. Smiles spread across your faces. Sure you’d been together for awhile but just as smitten as ever.

Out of the bag you showed three matching sets of flannel red plaid pajamas. Eddie grabbed one looking down at it and smiled,”One for Uncle Wayne too?”.

“One for Uncle Wayne too.” You smiled.

After getting cozy in your new jammies the cookies were out of the oven. You already set a plate of them aside for Wayne when he got home and set his pajamas down on the couch. With the radio still going ‘Happy Xmas (War is Over)’ began to play.

“A dance m’lady?” Eddie held his arm out bowing while your mouth was still full of cookies.

There you both were in your own world dancing in the kitchen light. The smell of cookies and holiday candles in the air as the snow drifted from the sky outside. And so began the many years of Christmas’ shared together. Each one filled with more love than the last.

[booasaur]

Badhaai Do omg. I loved it but boy did it hit home. I’m Nigerian, not Indian but the cultures are really similar(the scenes with the meddling aunties, the colourism, how young adults are treated in the family, even the buildings lol)and watching everything unfold had me holding my breath while rejoicing the quieter, tender gay moments. I went into it with no spoilers, thinking it would be a cheesy rom com(I wanted a little more joy/moments from the lesbian relationship for sure)and sure there were hints of that but it was definitely more of a drama and the second half was quite serious. After the reveal, I was scared as hell at how things would play out but it worked out in the best way and I’m so glad they went with that ending. The pride scene though. I teared up through their families but those scenes always get me and this felt way too real. I wish people who complained about closeted gays would watch more stuff like this and try to get it tbh.

Oh, that's so interesting, how cultures that are so physically distant can be so similar in certain ways. And I bet there are probably some LatAm places we'd find familiar too. I'm glad this was able to resonate with you, then!

Yeah, it wasn't as comedic as I'd expected even from the trailer since I did have some preconceptions but while it had a lot of jokes it was definitely more wistful and dramatic too. The way they treated their home life, I started to get nervous even before the reveal, because of the sleeping arrangements and the family visiting, since things seemed going fairly well for them with too much of the movie still left, and of course then the other shoe fell.

I LOVED the pride scene and watched it so many times and even now have the song in my playlist. It was one of those moments that becomes larger than the movie or fictional characters and more about the real people making progress and winning the ability to even have a movie like this made.

The ending was lovely, and they almost got me with that fakeout, lol, but I really loved how it ended on a fully hopeful, happy note. Yay for them and us!

You know, unfortunately, I feel like if people can't already put themselves in the place of closeted characters closer to home and understand their decisions as what works for them, this isn't really gonna help much? Because if they have to qualify under what circumstances a person deserves sympathy, that's already on the wrong foot.

But anyway, heh, not to be too much of a downer, for sure, I really enjoyed it, though as you said, wouldn't have mined more of a romcom vibe. I feel like of these three movies so far, ELKDTAL, Badhaai Do, and Maja Ma, none have yet fully leaned into the epic romance Bollywood is known for, but you can see the good intentions and the attempts to get closer all the time.

[seerofmike]

mike's media medley--March 2024

yo whats up. so at the end of the year i do a top 7 ranking of my fave movies released that year and a top 7 ranking of video games i played that year (regardless of release date) which is VERY fun and im still gonna do it but!

there are a lot of things that i like that don't make the cut that i would like to talk about...and things that i did not like that i would also like to talk about. so i will be doing a post every month about *all* the movies i watched for the first time, including older movies and new releases, same for games i played for the first time. and occasionally a book if i can manage it. it is taking me one billion years to read The Plague

here are some things i watched and played for the very first time this march:

(thoughts below the cut. minor spoilers)

starting off in alphabetical order with:

Good Time (2017)

i watched Uncut Gems a couple of years ago and I actually didn't remember the directors' name(s) for that movie, so when I watched Good Time i was like damn that made me feel like Uncut Gems. im gonna check out more of these guys' movies. lo and behold

i think overall Uncut Gems made me feel more stressed, but Good Time made me feel more bad for basically everyone involved but Robert Pattinson's character and watching this dude just make awful decisions and treat other people like shit was like. so nasty feeling. i would like to watch more.

i liked the directing of this movie but i liked Uncut Gems's better. not to keep comparing the two but theyre made by the same people with the same like. goals of being a fucking Stress Simulator. i did love robert pattinson's performance which i won't compare to adam sandler's in Uncut Gems because even though they're both the driving forces of their movies they're both pretty different characters and even if i thought pattinson's character was slimy and just like a shite fucking person i think he did a good enough job expressing the desperation of getting the hell outta there with his brother. the emotional hook was There but i wish it was explored slightly more so i could be a bit more invested in seeing how he makes everything worse.

overall decent. i did like it. would maaaaaybe watch again but not like regularly. 70/100. also if you think 70 is a low score it is Not. it is a good score. just putting that out there before someone takes 70/100 to mean i think something is bad (<- damage control for a later score)

next:

Late Night with the Devil (2024)

this movie has like 10 FUCKING COMPANIES CREDITED AT THE BEGINNING when i saw it in theaters by the time it got to like the 7th one everyone in my theater was exasperatedly saying 'oh my god'

but once the movie gets started. oh hell fucking yeah

i didn't watch any trailers for this or love lies bleeding (i dont rly watch trailers in gen tbh) so idk if the trailer conveyed that this would be set up as like...a lost TV episode, complete with bumpers and brief sponsor mentions, 'behind the scenes footage' etc, but regardless i did not know that going in and you can imagine my utter fucking delight when the movie started playing and after a minute or two i realized the gimmick

i REALLY liked this movie. i thought it was appropriately cheesy for a talkshow hosted in the 70s and i liked some of the subtle moments you really only catch on rewatch (which i did rewatch it w/ my mom), like how the doctor says abraxas thrives on the attention of an audience and the whole time lily is trying to stare directly into the cameras smiling.

the ending is really fucking cool and the mystery unraveling through the supernatural occurrences was compelling. i thought most of the actors did a pretty good job. im not really a fan of demon possession stuff for very personal reasons but i stuck it out for the concept which i really did enjoy.

that being said i found out shortly after i watched this movie that they used AI art for some of the bumpers and i was legitimately so disappointed. there was clearly a talented production team working on this thing to ensure the 70s night talkshow vibe was maintained and they couldn't get one of them to do bumpers, or hire an artist?

it really sucks. i dont want to rag too harshly on smaller indie filmmakers for doing this when big players in every industry are forcibly trying to incorporate AI into their stuff so i won't be review bombing the movie like ive seen some do in response--which i *get*, and i hope the team takes that as a sign to just hire a fucking artist next time--but it did kind of sour the movie for me despite how much i enjoyed it.

so im docking 5 points for the AI art and im also docking 5 points for the 10 companies credited in the beginning because that just makes the AI art feel more egregious to me.

75/100. maybe if they release the movie on shudder with the AI art removed they'll get their 5 points back

next:

Love Lies Bleeding (2024)

everybody in this movie is so fucking sweaty and grimy and everything looks kind of dirty and like it smells like sweat and deodorant and tbh i kind of dig it. especially when next to the cleaner 'aesthetic' version of the 70s presented in Late Night with the Devil

but man this movie was really good. i dont want to spoil it too much but PLEASE go watch it. its decently horny so if you dont like that sort of thing Sawi but if you can look past that its so fucking weird and like strangely funny when it shouldnt be (but is definitely trying to be, so its not like unintentional humor, maybe more like morbid humor?) and theres horror and fantastical elements that you simply arent expecting and my theater screamed at the ending. please go watch it. truly the epitome of i support womens rights AND womens wrongs. honestly i could go on about this movie but i will not right now because you WILL go watch it in theaters NEOW

85/100

next:

Spirited Away (2001)

okay im gonna be really blunt and rip the bandaid off with this one. i just thought it was Fine

like obviously the animation is stellar but that was about it for me. maybe i listened to this movie get hyped as one of the best animated films ever and set my expectations absurdly high but i watched it and i enjoyed it but i wasn't like...blown away or struck with Whimsy And Wonder or overcome with emotion.

i do think some of the characters were charming and it was entertaining and i dont want it to sound like i didnt like the movie but i guess i just felt underwhelmed? i might rewatch it another time with my expectations readjusted and see if i enjoy it more but when i watched it and the credits rolled i just went 'oh okay. was that it?'

anyways 70/100

viddy game time

(the) gnorp apologue--

she gnorp on my rock until i shard

funny clicky idle game . it is NOT an idle game where you can just buy all the upgrades and 'win', theres some strategy involved, but its honestly a really funny game. theres breaking bad references in there. in fact there are all kinds of references in there. you should go play it for the low low price of just over 5 dollars

minami lane--

so i will say first i am not like an avid player of 'cozy' games and find a lot of them pretty boring but i did really enjoy this one. it's a short city builder game with a really cute art-style. it has a sandbox mode (which i havent played) but it also has about five challenges to complete with multiple objectives and i had a good time trying to 100% them all. i would love if they added more challenges but tbh! it's not a bad way to spend about 3-4 hours of your time. im sure if you play sandbox mode you'd get even more but honestly i was satisfied with doing the challenges. it's just under 5 bucks there are definitely worse ways to spend your money.

if you've read this whole thing i love u. feel free to use this post as an opportunity to recommend me movies, tv shows, and games you think i should check out.

[feuqueerfire]

Never Let Me Go Ep 1 - 4 Live Blogging

I’ve been anticipating this for so long and my interest even spiked halfway through 2022 so it’s a bit :0 that I’m finally getting to watch it; first show of 2023 no less! I’m kinda really nervous though, so I’m getting around to it at 11pm lol Hope I love it

Also, hope I enjoy my on-air show experience with this too! Second time after The Eclipse.

Ep 1 (Jan 1) 

1-1

please Neung’s birthday wish basically hoping that his dad stays healthy and happy and with him for a long time. it’s because he said it out loud that it won’t come true, isn’t it? haha

His dad’s birthday gift is a necklace that says “Only one” in Chinese characters. Neung = One, Dia = alone or only or something from what I could gather. so it’s a reflection of Neung’s Thai name, which comes from the fact that he’s an only child and he’s the only one his dad has hopes to continue the family and business

I’ve seen a few comments here and there saying the ?caretaker?servant?assistant?security? mans (Palm’s dad as we’ll find out later) might be behind Neung’s dad’s death and as he insists that the family stays to wait away from the rain (even though they’re already standing in the rain) while he goes to get the car, I can begin to see why they’d think that.

Did Palm’s father even call the ambulance?

Episode Name: Father 

“You’re the only hope for the [surname] family” both his father and now mother have said this to Neung like dang, no pressure

Neung’s mom so beautiful and cool

oh sighting of Perth and his father (who I already know is Neung’s uncle)

the music when Palm’s doing his boating duties :> I wanna be in a boat on the sea too although I’d suck at fishing so bad

ooh okay I got spoiled that Pawin’s character was the one who beat Neung up in Ep 3 and saw that ppl said it was an easy guess but didn’t know why. after seeing him stand up for Neung only to ask Neung for a favour from the principal, I understand

oh lol Ben’s an endearing character “When you play the piano, you look very happy.” “You watched me?” “uh No, I didn’t” I’m glad to see the Ben and Neung storyline

Neung and Palm first meeting and I can’t tell if I’m imagining tension just because I want it to be there or not

1-2

damn, Neung heard a sound had to go explore with a gun

The pool scene, specifically the beginning, kinda cheesy but I’m into it nonetheless

Neung slapping Palm’s pleading hands away 

ngl I thought Neung in the back of the car driving away while leaving Palm behind would be a more dramatic scene from the trailer lol

bro the way my wi-fi went out for a few mins??? 

i like them showing Palm travelling to school and how he kinda stares at everything because it’s his first time whereas a seasoned Bangkok resident would stride past it all quickly

also Palm sees the banners that demand land back, so Neung’s family’s businesses is kinda like Tawi right

wait at first I was like why do the kids make fun of Neung, I feel like it makes way more sense to suck up to him the way Pawin’s character is doing and talk shit behind his back. but seems like all the kids in this “special class” and this school in general perhaps come from influential families (even if Neung’s in the most influential), so they don’t care about burning that bridge? still stupid to do but makes slightly more sense that they’re already rich kids

Palm being spoken to and blending in with the kids so easily as he’s invited to play basketball makes Neung understandably envious

“Are you following me?” “No” as Palm gets caught following Neung

please Neung dragging Palm in to the hallway and them standing 0.5 inches apart for no reason even though there’s space

Palm horny as hell, I believe it, what with the moments in the swimming pool scene + the hallway

1-3

Neung’s mom is cool but I hope she doesn’t girlboss too close to the sun and get killed by Neung’s uncle or something. Also I was thinking that if this was a show from the uncle’s POV, it’d be about how his deceased brother’s wife is pushing him out of the business even though it’s a family business and how it’s unfair that he hasn’t been left a hotel or smth as if that family is conspiring to ensure everything stays in their hands etc like who’s seen as right vs wrong could be different, so i wonder if Tanya is sketchy too

Neung being a bit of an asshole and dangling not telling Palm’s dad about Palm swimming at night above his head, so true.

1-4

Well Neung easily figured out Palm was sent to protect him

ah here’s the “We’re our father’s puppets”

bratty and entitled Neung who’s only looking for a friend agh fr

“Can you help me, Chanon? You’re the person I trust the most” no like Neung’s mom telling Non this definitely makes it seem more like he’ll be behind Neung’s father’s murder but he has like 0 motive right now unless he’s working for Neung’s uncle who promised him riches

Non really went we owe them a lot and this could be a lifelong job for you to his son

Neung having that smirk on his face even as he asks Palm to be his friend because he wants a friend but doesn't yet want to be vulnerable enough to be genuine

Linguistics: Palm calls him Khun Nu even as he agrees like “If that’s what you want, Khun Nu, I’ll be your friend” or smth. I think it’s more like Khun Nu is the 2nd person pronoun actually “I (pom) will be Khun Nu’s friend.” On the other hand, Neung has been using gu/meung toward Palm

Linguistics: I’m glad I understand more of certain Thai words and registers because it seems to play a significant role in this because of the difference in status and class. 

“Khun nu”. in 1-1, Neung tells Uncle Non to stop calling him Khun Nu and after some convincing, Non says “Alright, Khun Nu” which is funny lol but is just translated as “Alright” in the subs, meaning people who don’t know it lose that aspect (the main aspect of the conversation because “Alright” means Non won’t call him Khun Nu anymore vs “Alright, Khun Nu” which shows that Non has no intention of stopping)

Palm using -khab and khun nu with Neung (What does he use for I pronouns? pom? I haven’t noticed yet). He used gu easily with the classmate during the basketball scene though

Anyway, good first ep! It did a lot of setup for the family dynamics, school situation, and character’s personalities and backgrounds. The story doesn’t seem like it’ll be unpredictable but rather about the journey and I’m into that. I haven’t been looking forward to this because of heavy plot or twists and turns but rather character dynamics, progressing relationships, and certain tropes. I wanna see where they go and how we get there. 

Also, this is one of the only times I’m excited for a love triangle. I’m into whatever Ben and Neung will have for a brief time. I wanna know why they won’t work out (Ben backstabber? they just realize they like the other guys more? who breaks it off?) and how they transition to their main pairs.

The acting is not incredible like the way it’s in some of my other favourite shows but it’s not terrible either. I think the writing and cohesiveness of the story is good so far, hope the screenwriting continues to be good because some of my favourite shows fall flat it certain aspects of that (Not Me and The Eclipse had weak ending and inconsistent writing respectively). 

Ep 2 (Jan 2/3)

It’s 12AM and I’ve not even started the ep yet so technically it’s jan 3 already but no I’m counting it as the 2nd’s ep. I’m so sleepy and tired since I just got back home from a dawaat but I wanna at least start this ep

2-1

is that Palm being annoyed at having to serve food to Neung?

Linguistics: Neung said the words “puen gu” when it translated to “don’t you wanna eat with me?” i wanna know what he said esp bc the next line is “you said you’d do what i told you”

Linguistics: okay yknow maids or children of maids in BD would definitely not call the children of their boss with “apni/highest most respected register” it’d be “tumi” as any other adult would call people the same age or younger than them. so the fact that Non and Palm are soo subservient and use -krab is interesting (this might just be Thai society and not showing that they are especially subservient compared to other people of similar status difference btw. i’m just noting the difference between this and my culture)

Episode Name: Friends

damn not Palm not knowing a lick of Mandarin but being in the class with everybody else since he’s in the same class as Neung

(Fave) Linguistics: insane how Chopper just asks to use gu/meung with Palm and it’s an easy agreement. Neung also turns his head to them when this happens (Palm still uses -khab and Khun Nu with Neung)

Phum really is a dickhead, talking about Neung’s bag being cut in front of the whole class and asking if he did something to someone

Linguistics: Ben uses gu/meung with Neung and is straight forward in asking if he wants to be friends

oof not this Ben and Neung blooming friendship thing as Neung becomes confident that Ben’s not just using him. 

sometimes the music choice for this show is hm

(Fave) this fucking scene is so brainworm inducing. first of all, the word is pengyou ie friend. Neung literally takes Palm’s hands and places the fingers on his neck and tells him to remember the feeling as he says those words. Palm’s eyes lingering on Neung’s face, I so believe he’s already insanely attracted to Neung.

Linguistics: Neung wants Palm to call him Neung Diao so bad instead of Khun Nu that he tries to trick him by having him repeat Peng You x3 and then sneaking in a Neung Diao. Palm manages to not say the full thing though

oof, Neung just wants a friend whose friendship doesn’t depend on place, time, or status

“Do you like when I order you around? Fine! From now on, don’t call be Khun Nu again.” this fucking dynamic

Linguistics: at like 16:50 when Palm’s saying he can’t say gu/meung to Neung and Neung says fine you don’t have to say gu/meung to me but don’t call me Khun Nu, the subs don’t mention the gu/meung part and just allude to ‘call you that’ and ‘call me that’ which makes it kinda not quite make sense bc what are you talking about. i’m glad i can pick up them saying gu-meung to be able to understand what ‘that’ is referring to in the subs

Linguistics: Palm says he’ll call Neung as Khun Neung instead of Khun Nu

it’s 1 I should go to sleep oof maybe after part 2

2-2

Neung’s uncle is like an evil version of Yangfrom To Sir, With Love lol. also kinda funny to think of him as Chopper’s dad when heseems like a decade older max

Neung laying it on thick for his mom to get her to allow Palm to swim ahh

school giving special treatment to Neung by letting him go through even though he’s late while the other boys are doing pushups and he offers to do them too oof that’s not good for making the other boys like Neung nor for making Neung not feel singled out

both Ben and Chopper saying it’s the other who stopped hanging out with them 

Chopper bitcoin trader noooo

oof Chopper accusing Ben of wanting something from Neung. still up in the air whether it’s true or not but it’s still inappropriate for Chopper to insinuate that

Neung’s bratty “So, am I smart to come up with that excuse?” is sooo yeah i love the haughty vibes of this character

“Wait. Why don’t you swim a bit longer? I want to watch you.” that’s so fucking gay, not to mention Palm’s shirtless and his muscles are flexing as he swims like 

okay acc time for sleep idk how it’s 1:47am and I’ve fucking watched 2 parts of the ep lol

ummm i should’ve finished watching the rest of this ep before going out at 1:30pm on Jan 3 but it’s 12:30am on Jan 4 and I’m just getting around to it lol. I did reread 80% of Son of Neptune though oof so good <3 

Ep 4 was released today so technically the plan was to have watched that but it I’ll finish up ep 2 and go to sleep

2-3

“how can you help? music is an art, you’re only good at physical activity” damn Neung, not holding back lmfao asshole for no reason

lol Palm’s face when he realizes the friend that told Neung about this position is Ben

Linguistics: did Macky use the 2nd person pronoun ‘nai’ for Neung? Neung’s using ‘pom’ for 1pp

lol Macky very presumptuous with the “or is it that you’re interested in me, huh? :D” but I like that in a girl so

Neung getting annoyed by Palm and Macky dancing, I wonder if it’s a platonic possessive jealousy or if he already romantically likes him a bit and if so, if he thinks it’s a platonic thing or if he knows he’s kinda into Palm 

lol all the boys noticing Neung when he’s playing the piano and Neung always asking them about it like oh? you noticed?

heh Neung and Palm with the Roti Sai Mai where Neung can’t help being a dickhead with his ‘are your hands clean’ but also can’t see Palm be dejected, so eating it anyway

Neung loves testing his power and pushing boundaries like when Palm asks if he wants another one he replies with “if i said i want a 100 more, would you make them for me?”

(Fave) my tags for this scene:  #several things like first of all food (and how it's different from the breakfast scene)#secondly neung's inability to not be an asshole with the 'are your hands clean' but inability to see palm dejected and eating it#thirdly the way neung just tests boundaries and checks his power over palm with the 'if i want 100 pieces' thing like broooo#but also him dangling the order and command that they're friends over palm's head#with bringing up smth like 'aren't you my friend' or 'can my friend not?' (idk i just heard __ puen gu mi dai-o?) to get palm to eat

2-4

ben and neung are cute together lol ben trying so hard

pls the gong sound when Palm catches Ben and Neung together like girl it’s not that serious

oof idk whether I want Ben to be a schemer or not 

ooh Ben seeing Palm get into Neung’s car and also seeing the motorcycle people cut them off

Palm huddling Neung 

damn Tanya really going “Palm you must protect Neung both physically and emotionally” as if that’s just a regular ask of someone. + Neung overhearing them say it too and Palm making eye contact while agreeing

Fave Scenes: 

Pengyou touching throat scene, it’s just mind-numbing and I’ve already written about it above

the Roti Sai Mai scene bc so many things are at play

Ep 3 (Jan 4/5)

It’s 12:30AM on Jan 5 and I’ve finished reading Son of Neptune, the first bit of Mark of Athena and last part of Blood of Olympus. Then had a crisis about whether to retry reading the Trials of Apollo series or finish the Malec book #2 (The Lost Book of the White or smth) or catch up to this ep rip so many things pulling me. Think I’ll just watch the first part of this ep and go to sleep and finish the rest tmrw

3-1

please Neung’s pleased face at getting Palm to sit next to him in the car

I wonder what Palm’s dad thinks about 1) Palm disagreeing with Neung and 2) Neung saying “you can be physical and i’ll be the brains. that way we’re a good match.”

Episode Name: Enemies

once again Neung’s face at indirectly standing up for Palm during Chinese class

Neung really divulges to Phum that it’s troublesome and unstable at home after his dad’s death (like even saying his uncle’s mad or smth)

who’s Phum’s dad? What’d Neung mean by he saw him in the news?

lol Ben pulling a Bad Buddy Pran with the “you and Palm... what’s your relationship with him?” except instead of asking Palm (ie. Ink), he’s asking Neung (ie. Pat in this scenario) which I guess also happens in the sleepover scene in ep 4.

oh, Neung’s telling Ben that Palm’s his driver’s son, mans is just in a divulging information mood today ig

Ben’s straightforward with his “if you need a friend or someone who can take care of you, I think I can do that”

“I just want someone who believes in me and doesn’t treat me like I’m weak” “I don’t need extra training to do that for you.”  smooth Ben

(Fave) This Ben and Neung interaction like I’m loving the Ben and Neung progression bc I wanted this relationship and love triangle to happen so bad. i also talked about why i want it down below. 

3-2

ahhh Ben with his air of innocent presumptions and subtle digs and letting Palm know his own place while also letting him know Ben’s place with the “I’ll be around more often. Hope you can trust me more, I won’t hurt Neung”

(Fave) insane dynamics while dancing. Palm dancing with Macky while staring at Neung and Neung staring back while dancing with Ben. The two pairs bump into each other. Then Neung shaking off thoughts of Palm and Macky (girl is it Maggie or Macky) that night vs Palm smiling while imagining him and Neung dancing instead; shows where each person is in terms of their feelings as well.

time for me to sleep

3-3

I hope they keep up this thread about the land Tanya’s taking back or whatever and the citizens who were leasing the land are upset about it. She reassures Neung that that the land is theirs and they’re doing nothing wrong but hmmm

oof the shooting range scene. “think of someone you love and want to protect”

please I miss how Yang and Tian were so ride or die best brothers for each other in To Sir, With Love despite everybody putting them in competition. Chopper’s disinterest toward Neung’s position and empire gives me Yang vibes so I kinda want them to be supportive happy cousins pls (though if Chopper gets mad at Neung or betrays him to help his dad, that’d be interesting too)

oh Chopper saying “Don’t get too close to [Ben]. He can’t stay close to someone for too long.” cuz they used to be close in grade 10 (they’re in gr 12 now ig?)

damn Chopper’s dad really pushing Tanya. It’s not that he’s wrong because Tanya is struggling but giving him parts of the business doesn’t seem like a viable solution either since he’s such a snake

Chopper’s kinda interesting because he also makes digs at Palm but it seems more unintentional than the passive-aggressive digs Ben was making at Palm. Chopper seems like in the same boat as Neung where they don’t fully understand how to bridge these social class gaps elegantly.

Chopper’s dad now knows about Palm... wonder if he’ll try to use him or anything

lol Palm “talking back” and teasing Neung at the pool, so true

oh yeah Ben’s comments were eating away at Palm, which makes sense. ig it’s good that he went to ask Neung whether he told Ben about Palm being his servant and Neung both admitted it but also said he didn’t say servant

okay i knew smth about necklace being taken by Pawin’s character. so Neung puts it in the locker, Pawin (Phum?) sees, steals it when he goes to the bathroom while Neung’s in the pool, Neung realizes his locker is unlocked and the necklace isn’t there but he has a tracker on that thing lol good for him

3-4

no interesting because I do want Neung’s parents to be capitalist leeches who are cheating the villagers and Phum's family to be suffering bc of it and Neung to have to come to that reckoning (even though he doesn’t deserve to be bullied by Phum and other students)

lol Phum clocking their gay asses and thus resorting to homophobia

Palm going into a blind rage hitting Phum for hurting Neung

(Fave) this necklace putting on scene is sooooooooo and the convo before it too

Fave Scenes

Ben and Neung’s little convo about Ben being his bodyguard

the Ben-Neung and Palm-Macky dance scene + the imaginary Neung-Palm dance. I like the music during the scene as well

Palm retrieving Neung’s necklace and Neung letting him put it on him

Love Triangles

The reason I’m so in for this Ben/Neung relationship is that I loved the image of Ben and Neung holding hands while Palm walked behind them sooooo much omg. I like pining and jealousy up to a certain amount but pining forever for no reason without saying anything or being overly jealous over nothing is very offputting, so pining because your crush is in a relationship (not to mention the class divide) + the jealousy from that is just so good.

Also, I say I hate love triangles but I just hate it when we the audience and the characters all know the endgame couple. In YA love triangles, A clearly loves B much much more than C but will string C along for so long and they won’t even really have a blossoming romance or go far. Media with love triangles that work are The Infernal Devices trilogy (Will, Jem, and Tessa all love each other dearly and Tessa does get into a serious relationship with Jem before with Will and then again with Jem after Will dies) and to a smaller extent, Light On Me (Taekyung was actually interested in and invested in Daon but the relationship didn’t work out because of character differences, not just because we all knew Shinwoo was endgame from the beginning).

Here we can see what draws Neung to Ben (his one friend at his same social status, Ben saying the right things) and why, even if Neung likes Palm (TODO: which does he? and does he know whether he does?), he’d pursue a relationship with Ben. So, I hope that regardless of whether Ben’s a scheming bastard or dies or they just break up, that their relationship makes sense for both Neung’s character and the narrative and how Palm reacts to it.

Characters

I think the strongest aspect of this show is the characters; I love how they’re being created.

Neung is a rich boy, he’s sassy, he’s naive in certain aspects but he’s very clever in others and can manipulate situations/people to his desires. 

Palm is falling a bit too fast for my tastes (does he really think of Neung as the great love he wants to protect when shooting?) but is interesting nonetheless with how he interacts with Neung when alone vs with others outside of the house vs with Neung when others are around

I think Phum was interesting because even though he’s a pesky asshole, if we were watching the show from his POV of having his father attempt suicide because some capitalist fuckers were taking their land and making them lose money, we’d be so mad at the heir of this empire, strutting around and acquiring the benefits of squashing other people 

Chopper seems genuine so far, even though he keeps accidentally offending people (Ben’s intentions with Neung, calling Palm a servant). He’s also kinda funny about Ben, as if mans got his heart broken by him.

Ben listen I like him because he seems like he wants something, though I can’t tell if it’s only to be Neung’s bf or more. He seems calculated but I don’t think he’s fully evil, more like passive aggressive and wanting something. 

I’m curious to see more about Chopper and Ben’s story as well.

Ep 4 (Jan 7)

I’m splitting my time reading the Trials of Apollo novels (30% in book 2) and watching this, so it’s taking a while for me to catch up here

4-1

I wonder if the Phum thing is done or he’ll continue doing things

oho, the way Palm and Neung took forever to let go of each other’s hands

Episode Name: Love

another pleasant Neung and Chopper interaction but I keep anticipating it turning sour in the future maybe

lmfao did Neung really come outside to stare at Palm washing the car in short sleeves and shorts for a minute and then go back inside

naurrr is Maggie (prev. Macky) tricking Palm to hang out or did he forget?

pls the way Neung looks down/over Palm’s body like 3 times as if he can’t control his eyes when Palm opens the door shirtless

pls Neung’s “when I hear you, nobody will hear it *smirk*” 

please Neung dragging Palm up to sit on the bed and Palm’s facial expression like pls let me live i’m done

Neung’s so forceful with Palm both with how he speaks and how he just grabs his jersey, it’s acc soooo alkdjf he’s kinda mean? arrogant? condescending? about Palm’s choices of festivals though, it’s kinda interesting because that’s not how new friends would talk to each other

4-2

ohhhh interesting, in this Neung and Chopper convo, seems like Neung doesn’t want the business but Chopper does. “I never want to do it. Do you wanna do it?” “Don’t joke with me about this, sutt. I may take it seriously.” “You can take it” in a jokey manner but I wonder whether it’s foreshadowing something; Neung giving it to Chopper in a happy way the way they’re talking here or Chopper (with his dad) taking it by force

lmfao Palm and Maggie really hung out at Palm’s basketball practice?

ooh jealous Neung seeing Maggie post an ig post of her and Palm

please usually Neung finds it amusing when he gets Palm to take back to him but now Palm not doing the assignment because he went out all day + spent time with Maggie but also doesn’t say that he spent time with Maggie means Neung gets irritated at his quips

not the story of the holiday being of trails of love and separation lmfao parallels to Palm and Neung ig

what is with this showwwww “If you can [get an A], I’ll have a reward for you” “What?” “What do you want? I can give you everything.” first Neung talking about scolding Palm and now rewarding him goddammit Jojo

please the Ben and Chopper scene is so good. Chopper apologizing for insinuating Ben wants something from him and Ben confessing that he wants Neung to like him back and Chopper’s vision goes hazy. Then him encouraging Ben to confess ahhhhhh and the way Chopper tells Ben to confess is actually mind-bending, like he’s saying all his own thoughts aloud as someone with an unrequited crush on Ben but framing them as Ben’s situation with Neung

Ben: I thought we’d stop being friends after what happened that day. <-- girl what happened on what day?!?!?!?! 

4-3

Palm praying as he hands in the assignment lol

naurrr Neung and Ben are so cute T.T Ben giving Neung the cut paper craft with Neung’s name and reassuring Neung about not devaluing himself, ah cute

I’m not into them more than I have into Neung-Palm but I’m sooo glad they didn’t cut this out from the mock trailer

Also interesting that Neung said he has good feelings about Ben and feels good about being told that he’s liked by such a popular guy like Ben and he’s never been confessed to before. he however doesn’t say that he likes Ben in a romantic sense, though I do think he kinda does

yeah it’s an awkward, stiff kiss but I’m not really mad about it the way people on twitter were lol to me, it’s not meant to be fireworks and passionate because that’s not really their story? It’s cute, a bit awkward, a bit fumbly, and in the end, not quite right not quite what the other needs

oof, I know that Palm saw the kiss based on spoilers but right now, the audience and Neung don’t know that

Palm’s “I don't have a right to get mad at you” 

okay verrry interesting, how at first Palm was sitting down, so even though he was speaking cutly, Neung was taller than him --> Palm gets up all defiantly, making him higher up than Neung --> Neung gets mad and is like aren’t we friends? Why aren’t you telling him things? and then gets up on the higher ground so that they are on the same ground and equal height

Neung saying “You cannot hide your feelings for me” about Palm being upset about smth but like hmm lol

Neung in the closet

Palm really doesn’t trust Ben and I can’t tell whether that means I shouldn’t trust Ben either because it’s foreshadowing or if it’s showing that Palm’s jealous lol

Once again, Neung talks about being wanted by Ben but not about wanting Ben. so ig that’s where they’re heading in terms of Neung liking Ben back

Neung also likes it that he has Palm to watch his back

beautiful beautiful Neung in the bathtub tbh

oof Neung thinking about the Ben and Neung kiss only to be overtaken by Palm and himself thoughts

4-4

ooh i’m so excited to see terrible shitty drunk Neung

oh Neung grinding his teeth with jealousy at Palm and Neung

hehe Neung and Ben are cuuuteeee idk idk

insane shot of Neung taking shots while in the bg Palm and Maggie are talking about going on a trip with a fishing boat

Also this screenshot from @/justafriend-ql from this post about this scene playing out the 4 rules of firearm safety from ep 3

Neung looks beautiful why drinking as well + his watch on his left wrist

upon rewatch: someone pointed out that Palm says ‘Neung’ while trying to dissuade Neung, not Khun Neung ahhhhh guttaral screaming

ohhh terrible horrible words from a drunk Neung hurled towards Palm  which contradicts how he had been trying to act so far but really got Palm where it hurt

upon rewatch: after Neung’s said the words about Palm being his servant and lackey etc, Palm goes back to saying Khun Neung

“You can dance with her but you can’t dance with me, huh?” Oh Neung is fucked in the head rn

oh so that’s how the fight happened? I was wondering how they’d have that in the middle of a cute dance party

oh gross they really had spit and vomit on Neung’s mouth after his retching, fascinating choice

oh Neung was nottt doing well “Palm, I can’t breathe” :0

This episode was so good, it gave me things I wanted (Neung-Ben) and things I didn’t know I wanted but are great (terrible words from a jealous, possessive Neung)

When they added Perth to the cast, I was afraid that they'd scrap the Ben-Neung storyline from the mock trailer or tone it down but no, they're giving me what I wanted!!! We got cute Ben-Neung interactions where Neung’s entertaining it because he likes the attention and Ben might like him genuinely or may have hidden intentions. It’s so good. I saw some people upset that the Ben-Neung kiss happened and that it happened before any Neung-Palm kiss which I don't understand because why would you want Neung-Palm to happen and then for Ben-Neung to happen? bffr. also people were annoyed that it was an awkward kiss but like? i’m pretty sure it’s supposed to be? Ben’s into it but Neung’s not really super into it bc he’s using Ben to feel good, not because he’s romantically interested. I love Neung stringing him along, he’s so selfish and also into Ben being romantically interested in him rather than his wealth or power.

terrible Neung lashing out at the end but ahhh that was so good to me like the whole entire thing with Neung's initial jealousy while playing the piano, followed by the Neung and Ben conversation, the shots of beautiful Neung drinking with Maggie and Palm in the background talking about going on a fishing boat, terrible horrible words from a drunk Neung hurled towards Palm which contradicts how he had been trying to act so far but really got Palm where it hurt (+ Palm’s Neung --> Khun Neung) and then the “You can dance with her but you can’t dance with me, huh?” is soooo fucked. the fact that they had spit and vomit on Neung’s mouth after his retching? fascinating choice. and then Neung was nottt doing well the way he was reaching for Palm and the “Palm, I can’t breathe”

It’s kinda not fun to read the reddit on-air thread or watch tiktoks of ep 4 thoughts because everybody hates ben and/or neung diao but like goddamn there’s no reason to hate ben beyond “eww he’s getting between my ship” (+ some people mentioned him negging Palm in that dance class but like? he’s a jealous boy trying to get his mans? and he seems kinda sus but the hatred seems disproportional to what ben has done so far). with neung diao, the point is that he’s flawed and traumatized and doesn’t know how to have friends and is terrible, like idk whatever it’s just not fun to read rants because i’m having fun with the choices the show is making 

Next Ep 5 Preview: I didn’t watch it but ofc I’ve been spoiled anyway. Someone spreads the photo of Ben and Neung kissing across the school and I think Ben’s terrified of his father or something. Ahh so fucked

I’m excited to watch this for the next 2 months! My second on-air show! 

[rex101111]

Dunno why I haven't asked already (maybe I did and forgot) but if you had to pick which strive themes are your favorites and least favorites what would you go with? If you don't want to do the whole listing then maybe just a couple of standouts? I'd like to hear your opinion on stuff!

hey izzy i used this ask as an excuse to just listen to all the Strive themes for the first time in a while. So here's every character theme and my thoughts:

Find Your One Way: for the longest time I thought it was "own way" but whatever. Okay so this is where I put my cards on the table and say that Strive's overall kind of metal is kinda not my thing. Or at least it took a while for me to click with it since I still use the Rev2 soundtrack as a workout mix so I kinda have a bias. As such I think this song is fine but Give Me A Break is peak Sol so it just sounds to me like its trying to reach that same level and it. uh, doesn't for me. still cool though.

The Roar Of The Spark: and in a complete 180 from the previous song THIS ONE FUCKING ROCKS. Christian Hair Metal, fucking wonderful. From that keyboard intro, to that fucking sublime guitar solo, this one is so fucking good actually.

The Disaster Of Passion: In contrast to the metal (ironically enough) I adore Strive's "pop" themes. Every one of them makes me smile like a doopy dope. Seriously when May's trailer dropped I had "NONE. STOP. LOVE SONG!" on repeat in my head for like a month. So catchy. Really good drum work here also, underrated.

Out Of The Box: This song kinda passed me by honestly, so this was the first time I really sat down and listened to it all the way. Brit Rock can be hit or miss, but this is pretty fun! the Engrish is just bad enough that its really charming and the chill vibes fit Axl really well.

Play The Hero: You're saying this is the theme of a weeb? Never would have guessed. Okay real talk I fucking LOVE this one. Catchy, cheesy, uncomplicated Anime Butt Rock, if that doesn't describe Chipp Zanuff I don't know what does.

Armored-clad Faith: SOCIETY. YOUR SOCIETY. Okay meme-ing aside this one's great too. Gonna be honest though Bass Heavy Metal isn't really my cup of tea, but even despite that its still really catchy. Sometimes memes blind you to how good a song actually is. Chorus is the best part tho.

Alone Infection: To be honest this took a very long time to grow on me. Verging on Screamo didn't help it, and its honestly kinda weird. But hell, it did grow on me eventually. Not my favorite by any stretch but not bad.

Love the Subhuman Self: God what a banger and a half. If you don't sing along to the chorus there's something wrong with you. Also this is a song made in the current century that uses the phrase "bee's knees" in the wonderful way only people who don't speak English can manage. What a fucking miracle this song is, damn.

Let Me Carve Your Way: Bad news, horrible greasy shadow man has a pretty good theme he absolutely did not deserve. Tragic. Okay seriously this is pretty good, strong beat nice chorus and the end bit is nice contrast overall. Yeah its alright.

Necessary Discrepancy: Part of me still prefers Diva Of Despair, but this bangs so hard holy shit. From that weird ass electronic intro to the guitar and that climax, bro. Bro. Not my favorite but I'd say...third place.

Hellfire:

Ky:...Leo, I think you might be suffering with depression.

Leo: Depression!?!? What kind of nonsense are you spouting!?!? Can a guy with depression have a theme this rocking!?

Ky: Leo. Half of that song is you calling yourself a liar and hoping you die.

Seriously though another song I kinda slept on but its really good also can someone tie Leo to a chair and take him to a therapist? Thanks.

What do you fight for: Lesser than the sum of its parts. Like the chorus is good, the melody is nice, a few verses are cool. But its kind of a mess. There's a really nice solo, but it just kinda stuck a bit too early in the song for it to really built up to the climax properly. Crawl is better anyway.

Trigger: probably one of my least favorite, honestly. It just kinda meanders around without really coalesing into anything substantial and just like. refuses to pick up any momentum at all. it just changes itself up too often and its kinda tiring to listen to. Also the lyric "don't make a big deal out of me" is so ironic in hindsight when it turns out she contributed a big fat load of jack shit to the story mode of Strive. but that's a pile of meat that was once a horse I am kinda tired of beating so lets move on.

Rock Parade: MY FUCKING BOY IS DANCING AND IN LOVE. FUCKING LOOK AT HIM! God I love love love this one, so freaking good. It tells a story, its rocking, its catchy, and that that more gentle bit near the last third is so evocative. I always imagine him doing a fan dance during that part. Second favorite absolutely.

Requiem: Heavy Metal has always been I-No's signature sound and aesthetic, and mixing that with Alt Rock gives this one a pretty unique feel compared to her other themes. Midnight Carnival still stands on top as far as I-No themes go but this one ain't too shabby. Sick guitar solo, naturally.

Crawl: Intense, rocking, better than Nago's actual theme. Pretty gnarly boss theme.

The Kiss of Death: The only way to do good Industrial Metal is to go All In. And this song does that and then some. How the hell did this head banger get past me??? I'm genuinely baffled that a guy as big as Beef Dickinson managed to evade me for this long. Fuck yeah.

Perfection Can't Please Me: I really appreciate those call backs to Juno in this song since that one was one of my favorites in Xrd. Even with all my reservation with how the Aria plot got resolved I can't deny this song is a ton of fun. Though, hear me out, how fucking funny would it have been if they took Meet Again and remixed it into something this poppy?

Drift: My thoughts about this song are about the same as the thoughts I have about Happy Clappy himself. There are certainly things to like about this song, there are some really cool bits and riffs and the lyrics are cool, but it switches around so much its hard to really get attached to any one aspect of it. Like sometimes its really fun and bouncy, sometimes its rocking out, sometimes its pretentious because Chaos can't fucking help himself. I like it better than I did when it first came out, but still just kinda meh. The "Disney" bit still funny as all hell though.

Mirror of the World: Best song in the game. No. Zip! It is, no arguments will be accepted are entertained here. This song rocks, this song slaps, this song tells a story, not just the story Baiken is going through in Strive but her whole journey up till now. This song is soulful and harsh and beautiful and fucking everything. This isn't my Baiken Bias talking its just true don't argue with me just sit with me as we listen to Mirror of the World on loop for two hours and then You Will Understand.

Like a Weed, Naturally, as a Matter of Course: This song is just vibes honestly. A cool and smooth song about how just living for the sake of it is good enough, because if a weed can be why can't we? Also the pronouns getting changed every few words is like two steps away from screaming "THEY'RE NON-BINARY NOW PRETTY NEAT RIGHT?" and you know what that is neat.

The Town Inside Me: The most Song of all Trans. Seriously though this song is so much fucking fun. Probably my favorite "pop" theme of the three we have so far. Honestly it just feels like a complete, full song. Like you can just take this out of the game and play it on the radio it just feels like there's nothing missing here its awesome. Personally though, the thing I like the most in this song is how triumphant it is by the end. Bridget is out of the box and she ain't going back in, and she is glowing.

The Hourglass: His Xrd theme was honestly just okay so I was more open to give this one a fair shake. And honestly? Pretty fun! Nothing really major to say here except that it's peppy, positive, energetic, and has a nice strong sound to it. So, Sin, basically.

The Circle: I really, really wanted to like this song. I listened to it a few more times and I just. Can't connect with it. It's like Drift in that there's a lot of different things going on and also like Drift nothing really comes together here. I saw a post mocking people who don't like this song as people who only like music with wide appeal and to that person firstly fuck off with the gatekeeping and secondly just because a song has complex things going on or messes with the time signature doesn't automatically make it good and I just don't like this song because its a damn mess that barely coheres into something a bit more solid by the end but only just barely. Delilah deserves to be her own character if only so she can get a proper fucking song out of it.

[fictionkinfessions]

i think it’s so lame how much i miss hawkins when everyone wanted so bad to get away from that place. spent all my years there dreaming of getting the hell out and now? i miss driving the kids around to the arcade or whatever, i miss smoking with eddie out in the woods. i definitely miss watching cheesy movies with robin. hell, i even miss eddie’s trailer and i never even liked it all that much. cant say i miss my house or that pool, though. if anyone in the party sees this: love ya, don’t get into too much trouble. - Steve Harrington

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[applejuiceaddictyo]

blam, wham, yeeeeouch. various other comic book sound effects here. i topple over an' die the moment my sick ninja moves fail me and my illustrious shades are stolen, makin my huge sparkly kawaii desu moe eyes visible. guess i've been pinned.

call me obama, i guess. sorry for bein cheesy on main, just wanted to make sure ya knew. but the cherry on top makes a sundae better, so it makes promises better too, i guess? fuck if i know why we're gettin all metaphorical about it, though. i like metaphors as much as the next guy, but even im puzzled bout that shit.

(and hell yeah, mega approved. i fuckin love mccafferty, dude. haven't listened to dead bird in a hot minute, but it used to be my favorite. good song.)

🥺🥺🥺 <- you without your bigass shades. those are mine now btw, taking them as a trophy and hanging them on my wall. it helps that theyre shiny. reflects the light nicely and all

nah dont apologize. its cool. its actually nice to know that im the favorite for once actually (if it helps, i like ya better than dirk. i met the guy like one time and barely remember him tbh. he can keep being hals favorite)

(duuude mccafferty is so fuckin good. dead-bird outlaw and trailer trash are my holy trinity. would get on my knees and pray to them on sundays (i dont have knees). trailer trash lowkey reminds me of you tbh)

[thatyanderecritic]

Secret Obsession

Hey everyone it’s Julie here...As you can tell by this trailer, it looks like Netflix is trying to steal lifetime’s thunder when it comes to cheesy movies.

All jokes aside, I have absolutely no idea if this guy is going to be a Yandere, or if he’s just a psychopath. The movie airs on July 18 so if it flops, y’all can expect a salty review from me.

[1986eddiem]

First and Last - Eddie Munson

Eddie wanted to pleasure you with more than just his mouth and hands this time. aka you lose your virginity to eddie in the most cheesy but best way possible. Warnings: Smut, oral (fem!receiving), fingering (kinda?-fem!receiving), protected sex, graphic language, fluff, just Eddie being the sweetest as always. i would consider this fluffy loss of virginity smut. It's not overly graphic but you are responsible for what you consume, so please use caution. Rated: m (18+ only! Minors DNI)  Both participants in this are over the age of 18!  Credit to the gif owner!

kind feedback is always encouraged and welcome!

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You and Eddie were the best of friends before you started dating, so naturally, the transition was incredibly easy. It was practically like you were still best friends, but you know, with more benefits this time. Except, those benefits remained strictly at oral, fingering, and lots of kissing. It's not that you didn't want to have sex. You loved Eddie, trusted him more than any other soul on this planet, and knew him like the back of your hand. But still, new things always made you a little nervous, and this was completely uncharted territory.

Eddie knew all the ins and outs of you. It was really important to him that when you began dating, he wanted to make sure he knew exactly how to please you before he went any further. It started with his hands underneath his bed covers while the two of you were cuddled up. The first night Eddie fingered you, he rolled you a joint to help ease your nerves. You were in bliss, wrapped in his blankets and arms. The next was his mouth, which he did on the couch one night while you had the trailer to yourselves. It kind of just happened naturally, and before you knew it, Eddie's head was pushed between your legs and his shirt was pushed up onto your torso. And things continued like this for a while. Any chance Eddie would get, he'd find the time to please you. He had an extra 20 minutes before Hellfire? He was pushing you back onto his bed and diving between your legs. He noticed you couldn't sleep in the middle of the night and needed to relieve some tension? His hand would be tucked in between the waistband of your panties. And you loved it. You felt like the luckiest girl in the world because you had a boyfriend that truly took the time to memorize you. But you craved more. Eddie never wanted to pressure you, and always did everything in his power to make you feel safe with him, so he never went past his mouth and fingers. Hell, it took a while to even convince him to let you return the favor. But you knew you wanted to feel this with Eddie. You wanted to open up this entire new world of pleasure and fun.

Little did you know, Eddie had been planning an entire night to just this, and you. He was going all out, throwing rose petals all over the bed and lighting candles on his nightstands and dresser. He was lucky he didn't burn himself in the process, but hell, he was pretty damn proud of how his room looked. He even washed his bedsheets for you. And cologne? Yeah, he was wearing that too. He wanted your first time to be just like the movies, and even though he knew it didn't have to be that picture perfect, he knew he had dedicated much of your relationship to learning how to please you, so he knew that this was the next step in that. After Hellfire one night, Eddie picked you up and told you that he had a surprise for you back at his trailer. "You're not asking me to prom, right? Cause we're not a prom couple, you know. We'd stick out like a sore thumb." "Yeah, yeah, I know. It's not prom don't worry," Eddie laughed lightly, "You really don't think we could be a prom couple though? I'd rock a good suit." "You'd have to dance..." You reminded him, "To Cyndi Lauper." "I'd make a fool of myself every time if it meant making my girl happy." My girl, every time he said it, your heart swelled. Hell, your heart felt like it was a balloon ready to burst every time Eddie looked at you. His brown eyes that had a warmth that only Eddie could hold captivated you from the start. His answer to your question certainly didn't calm your nerves, though. You were more worried that Eddie was going to ask you to prom than the possibility of losing your virginity to him. And really, the thought hadn't even occurred to you that you could be losing your virginity to your boyfriend tonight. Sure, you were ready as ever, but you hadn't showered in a few hours and your hair was a mess, and not to mention you were in sweats with an unmatching set of underwear and bra. You were ready, mentally yes, but you definitely weren't feeling your most confident or sexy.

Your fears melted as soon as you pulled up to the trailer. Yeah, Eddie didn't live in the best part of town, but you felt so safe here. Like nothing from the outside world could reach you there. Like Hawkins was just a figment of your imaginations and you had the entire world to yourselves. And it felt exactly like that as Eddie opened the door. The familiar smell and warm glow of the flickering lightbulbs felt like home to you, because wherever Eddie was, that's where you felt safest.

Eddie led you inside and let you kick off your shoes. "Where's the surprise?"

"In my room." You couldn't tell if Eddie was beaming or about to vomit. He looked an equal mix of excited and terrified. All you could hope was that it wasn't anything prom related.

Eddie led you down the short hallway to his room. Inside, the soft glow of his bedside lamp illuminated the welcoming space. Your eyes flickered across the bedroom, catching sight of Eddie's hard work. You hadn't seen his room this clean since the first time he invited you over. "So… no prom?"

Eddie chuckled and took your hands in his, "No prom, just like I promised." You could tell he was nervous now. Eddie wasn't even nervous on your first date, so you knew this was serious.

"Sorry this is so cheesy, by the way. I'm still trying to figure out this whole boyfriend thing, if you can't tell." You laughed at this, blushing as Eddie gestured around his room. "But if I'm being honest though, I'd really like to make love to you tonight."

Whoa, way better than prom.

"I-if you want to, of course. No pressure, seriously. I can set this all up next week. Or even next month. Like, no pressure at all alright?" Eddie dropped your hands and stuffed his into his front pockets. You lightly brushed his face and he looked down at you.

"I'd love to make love tonight, Eddie." It was cheesy, yeah, and maybe cliché and a little too much like the movies. But it was effort, and an act of kindness that no one but Eddie would manage. He could've gotten you a hotel room overlooking the ocean and made love to you until the sun came up and you still would've loved it, because no matter how cheesy or cliché, it was Eddie. And you knew Eddie was about to rock your world. "But damn, I was kind of expecting a guitar serenade."

"Sorry to disappoint."

You couldn't even respond before Eddie was gripping your face and kissing you. He turned you both around and used the heel of his foot to slam the door shut. Before you knew it, Eddie was pushing you down onto the bed. Only then did he slow down a bit, "If you want to stop at any point, you know you just have to say the word."

"I know."

"That's my girl." He whispered as his hands found the waistband of your pants. You could feel your heart hammering in your chest, nerves and excitement floating around your stomach. Eddie had seen you naked a thousand times. He'd been up close and personal with every part of you. But this felt different, more intimate, and more sacred. Like you were sharing a part of yourself that only Eddie would ever have.

"Can you promise me something?" You asked, causing Eddie to pause in his place. You noticed he had begun to pull your pants down your thighs.

"Of course."

"If you're going to be my first, do you promise to be my last?"

There was no hiding the goofy grin that appeared on Eddie's face. "Promise until the day I die."

He then continued exactly what he was doing, and you raised your hips to help him tug you pants down. Then, he hooked his long, ring adorned fingers into the sides of your panties and pulled those down with ease. "Almost like I've done this before." He laughed, tossing the pink fabric in your growing pile of clothes.

As he positioned himself in between your legs, you looked up from his pillows and furrowed your eyebrows, "I thought we were having sex?"

"We are," Eddie whispered as he placed a soft kiss to your thigh. Then another. "But I want to get you off first."

Another kiss. "Besides, foreplay is the best part of sex. I'm not going to have sex without making sure my girl finishes first. Plus, it'll help with the pain and make sure you're all warmed up."

Your heart fluttered as Eddie's eyes shut, placing the a kiss on your clit. "That okay with you, pretty girl?"

"Yes."

And Eddie dived in. One of the perks of Eddie wanting to learn how to pleasure you before you lost your virginity was that he already knew you like his favorite song. He knew all of the spots that made you come undone. He knew every place to kiss, to touch, to lick. He knew he wanted to make this the best experience possible for you. He wanted to show you just how fun sex could be, especially with him. Eddie wanted to show you just the kind of boyfriend he could be.

Soon, Eddie had you stuffing your face into his pillow to keep quiet. Up until tonight, that had been your favorite way Eddie would get you off. You felt so safe and comfortable in his room, just the two of you having the freedom to explore each other. You felt the warmness surround you as your orgasm approached, a feeling of comfort as Eddie massaged small circles into your hip bones. "Cum for me baby. Let me make you cum." And you did. Hard.

Once you were finally coming back down to earth, Eddie came up from between your thighs and smiled. "You ready for me now sweetheart?"

"Ready as I'll ever be."

Eddie soon discarded his clothes. It wasn't the first time you had seen him naked, hell, you practically saw this boy naked every day, but something about him in the dark hue of his bedside lamp and the midnight sky outside made you ache for him. You ached to feel him inside you. Your stomach grew even more butterflies as he reached into his dresser for a brand new pack of condoms he had bought just for tonight.

"If it becomes too much or you want to stop for any reason, you say the word. You hear me?" Eddie said, opening a condom.

"Yes, Eddie."

Eddie slid on the condom and lowered himself onto you. Slowly, he entered you, gentle as you’ve ever felt him. He took his time and kept asking you so many questions you thought he’d run out of air. “How does it feel if I move like this?”, “Too fast, too slow?”, “Do you want to try touching yourself, it could feel good?”, “Could I try touching you?”

He used his thumb to gently make small circles around your clit, easing some of the discomfort. As you began to relax, you could start to feel the pleasure that you hear other girls talking about. You started to understand why people had sex and were always talking about it. After all, this was fun. You felt vulnerable and exposed and safe all at the same time.

Eddie’s full attention was on you as he watched you sink into the bed below him, your face showing pure signs of pleasure. If it wasn’t written across your features, he’d probably still be asking you a million times if you’re okay and if it feels good. He didn’t mean to keep asking, but he wasn’t too sure what he was doing, and all he wanted to do was make sure you were feeling good.

“Eddie,” You groaned, a slight grip on his forearm. “This feels really good.”

“Good,” Eddie’s head fell back, his thumb keeping a steady pace, “You think you’ll be able to cum like this?”

“Yeah,” You said, but it almost comes out as a moan, “Can you go a little slower?”

“Yeah, yeah, of course.” Eddie slowed his pace and you began to feel every inch of him, from the tips of your toes to the top of your head. Your entire body felt engulfed in pleasure, it was nearly overwhelming. If you weren’t so happy, you could’ve started crying from the feeling. You had never felt pleasure like this. Hell, you had never felt loved and taken care of like this. You nearly came undone at the thought.

Eddie kept up the pace, evenly pressing kisses over your shoulders and collarbone. Soon, you felt your second orgasm coming on. “Fuck, Eddie. You’re going to make me cum again.”

“Let go baby, I’ve got you.”

He held you as you rode out your second orgasm, this one even more intense than the last. You had purely clit stimulation orgasms before, but this was a whole new sensation. You felt this orgasm throughout your entire body, losing control of all of your senses as you wrapped your legs around Eddie. The sight of you made Eddie come undone, as he collapsed on top of you in with a sigh. “Holy fuck.”

“Holy shit, I know right.”

He peppered kisses all over your face as he pulled out of you. “I’m gonna go clean up.”

You nodded and watched as he waddled to the bathroom. He was quick and thorough, bringing you back a towel with warm water. He gently cleaned you up, being so careful and soft, and helped you pull your underwear back up your legs. Then, he threw you one of his t-shirts and climbed into bed next to you. “You doing okay?” More kisses.

“Never better,” You smiled, cuddling into his side and taking in his familiar, comforting scent.

That night, you learned Eddie was a huge talker after sex. He wanted to talk about everything. He wanted to make sure you enjoyed yourself, what he could’ve done differently, what he wants to try. “We could try so many different positions, the list is endless really.”, “We’re gonna have the best sex life, swear.”, “You could ride me while I play my guitar. Too much?”, “Is it possible for me to go down on you and fuck you? Probably not.”, “Let’s look at vibrators.”

Oh and after, the perfect opportunity to run you a warm bath and see you naked again, covered in bubbles.

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Thank you so much for taking the time to read! This is my original work and I don’t allow it to be posted anywhere else! If you enjoyed, feel free to leave feedback 🤍

[hellfireslut]

Hey! Would i be able to request a eddie×reader where her and eddie have been friends with benefits  ever since her co worker and friend robin/steve  sent her to eddie after moving to town on her own(to the same trailer park)and needing a new dealer. They have so much in common and just click and they're just stupid in love and afraid the other doesn't feel the same. With an eventual fluffy or smutty confession  🤌

This Only Happens in the Movies - Part 1

summary : as requested above!

word count : 1.5k

paring: eddie munson x fem!reader

characters : eddie munson, robin buckley, steve harrington

warnings : none!

part 2 , part 3 , part 4 (finale)

a/n: omg this was so fun to write! thank you for the request! if you have any edits let me know <3

Family Video, 1986

Y/N stood behind the counter at work, her face resting between her hands as she let out a sigh of relief. There were only a few costumers lurking around the store, around 7:40 pm. Robin, Y/N’s close friend walked behind her humming as she sat in the chair next to her.

“God, when will this store ever close. I mean how long does it take to find what movie you want and get the hell out of here.” Robin said, frustratedly waiting for closing time.

“Just hold on a little longer, Rob. There’s only 20 more minutes ‘till you and Harrington can goof off.”

When closing time finally came at 8:00 pm, Y/N looked up at the clock smiling knowing she’d finally get to go home and rest . She began to remove her green vest from herself as she heard the phone ring from the back room. She let out an annoyed sigh as she began to walk to the back of the store.

“Who could be calling this late?” Steve said as picked up the landline, rolling his eyes.

“Hello, this is Steve from Family Video, how may I help you?”. Steve put on a cheesy and cheery voice as he replied to the costumer on the other end.

“Hey, uh Steve is Y/N there? If she is tell her I’ll be there to pick her up in around 10 minutes.”. A familiar voice sang from the phone. Steve recognized at as no one other than Eddie Munson.

“Munson is that you?”

“Uh, yeah it’s me. Is she there?”. Steve could tell Eddie was dying to her Y/N’s sweet voice that he’d been longing for all day.

“Munson?” Y/N thought. Her heart skipped a beat or two realizing who Steve was talking to, and that he hadn’t called her over yet. She began speed walking towards the door of the back office pushing her ear to door to listen in on the conversation.

“Yeah she’s here. You’re lucky we closed about 5 minutes ago, I should have just let the phone ring.”. Eddie let out a soft chuckle on the other side of the phone.

“Well tell her I’ll be there in a few, and that I’ve got some weed if she wants any.”

“Well I’m sure she’ll be happy to hear that,” Steve sighed tensely. “Work was rough for her today, so I’m sure she’ll be glad to take the edge off.”

A gloom look splattered across Eddie’s face as he heard the words come from Steve’s mouth. He knew how much she hated her job and how she would ranted to him about it while they smoked. All of a sudden a blush rose from his cheeks, as he thought about seeing her later tonight. He genuinely cared about her. He wanted to move along this “fling” they had into something more serious. Everything about Y/N was perfect. The way she looked in her little work vest, her voice as it sang beautifully to him every time she spoke. But there was no way she thought the same about him, right?

“Right then uh, talk to you later Harrington.”

“Talk to you later.”. Steve let out a soft laugh as he placed the phone on the hook.

As soon as Y/N heard him place the phone back on the wall she ran back to the desk, pretending to flip though magazines hoping Steve didn’t hear her breathing at the door.

Robin looked at her confused at why she was acting all jittery. Steve opened the back office door, walking towards the front counter towards Robin and Y/N.

“What was that call about? Another costumer complaining about the movie they paid for?” Robin said as she walked towards Steve, clearly burned out.

“Uh, actually no. Eddie Munson called, looking for Y/N. Something about picking her up after her shift and some pot.”

Y/N’s head shot up at the sound of Eddie’s name, practically pushing Robin out of the way. Robin scoffed at the action.

“Eddie Munson called?” Steve and Robin looked at each other laughing at her reacting to his words.

“Yeah,” he began trying to hold back his laughter. “He’s coming to get you in like, 5 minutes.”

Y/N’s face lit up at the way he described Eddie’s words. After a long day of dealing with snobby costumers and cheapskates trying to get discounts, she needed a break. And who better to take the edge off things with than Eddie Munson.

“Oh Eddie! The guy we set you up with a couple months back? I was wondering how things were going with you two.” Robin watched as Y/N began running her fingers through her hair, in an effort to fix it.

“Oh things are going great, we hang out, smoke, and do other things…”

“Other things, like what?” Steve said wiggling his eyebrows towards Y/N.

“Like sex, Steve, duh. Every time Y/N comes to work after a night with him she has this “glow”. This “post-sex afterglow.” I bet we’ll see it tomorrow when she clocks in.”

“Robin! I do not!” Y/N said looking down at her hands, as she began to pick at the soft white nail polish on her nails.

“Hey, Y/N, it’s nothing to be ashamed of, we’re glad you’re finally putting yourself out there, y’know?” Steve said, elbowing Robin as a way of telling her to lay off.

“I’m not ashamed it’s just,” Y/N was bracing herself to admit what she had felt for the past 5 months. She needed more out of the silly hook-ups and hangouts. Y/N’s feelings for Eddie were beyond anything sexual. The way he completed her, the way his bright brown eyes looked into hers. Even when she was high out of her mind, one thing stayed the same. Y/N wanted to be with Eddie Munson. “I don’t know, I just actually like someone for once. I mean we have so much in common, the same taste in music, the same views on life. He’s like, my exact match.”

“Well, you gotta tell him! I’m sure he feels the same way.” Robin said, rubbing Y/N’s shoulder in comfort.

“I know how guys are, man, he was basically drooling on the phone when I told him how you had a bad day at work.” Steve said as he walked to the other side of Y/N.

“Maybe I should tell him tonight, I’m staying over at his. I just need him to know that I want more than just hooking up all the time.”

“You got this Y/N, I mean, who could ever say no to you?” Robin said, as she let out an awkward chuckle.

As Y/N looked up, she saw two bright headlights flash through the front of the store. As they dimmed, she saw a large van door swing open, and out walked Eddie. As he walked through the door, Robin grabbed Steve’s hand and began walking into one of the aisle to give the pair some space.

“Hey, sweetheart.”. Y/N looked up from the magazine she was pretending to read. His gaze met hers, sending fireworks into her stomach.

“Hey Eddie.” she said, walking out from behind the counter. His arms quickly met her waist pulling her in for a kiss. Y/N heard a faint laugh from one the the aisles, and an “Ow!”, as Robin slapped Steve’s shoulder, telling him to be quiet.

Y/N chuckled through the kiss as he pulled away. She stared into his eyes. God, they were beautiful. The way his eyes shined in the dim light of the store.

“You ready to go?”

“Yep, let me just grab my coat.”

While Y/N put on her coat, Eddie admired the way she looked. Though she had been working all day, dealing with people from all around town, and her two best friends goofing off all day, she still looked gorgeous. Her soft Y/H/C locks pushed behind her ears, only made her more perfect. He was truly falling harder for her the longer he looked.

“Alright, I’m ready. Can you dorks come out from the aisle and close up for me?” She chuckled, as they slowly admitted from behind the horror movie shelf. Steve scratched the back of his neck, softly giggling as Robin stumbled from behind the shelf. Eddie’s hand interlocked between Y/N’s fingers, gripping her hand.

Eddie nodded his head, pushing open the front door.

“See you later guys!” Y/N shouted from the door.

Steve and Robin walked towards the front door, watching and waving as Y/N stepped into the front seat as Eddie bowed theatrically opening the door for her.

“They’re too cute, I think I might barf.” Steve said as he pretended to gag.

“Oh, shut up, they’re so in love that they don’t even know it.” Robin said rolling her eyes as she walked behind the counter.

Tonight was the night to let him know. Tell him how you feel. And who knows? Maybe this doesn’t only happen in the movies.

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Instructions for dancing II E.M.

Summary: Eddie is so desperately in love with his girlfriend that he plans to propose after they graduate ... only he doesn't graduate. He does learn to dance though.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female Reader (I always try not to describe the reader physically, if I missed something please let me know so I can change it and make this "applicable" to every reader. Thank you!)

A/N: This is pure, tooth-rotting fluff. It's cheesy as hell but I loved writing this. I had to put in some Wayne and Eddie bonding because I live for that.

Likes, reblogs, comments are all much appreciated. I am German. Sometimes I get the tense wrong or make mistakes. I am useless when it comes to punctuation. Go easy on me, please.

"The book of love is long and boring No one can lift the damn thing It's full of charts and facts, and figures And instructions for dancing. [....]

And I I love it when you give me things And you You ought to give me wedding rings"

Wayne Munson can not remember a time in his life when he wasn't responsible for another person. He was 6 years old when his little brother was born and from that moment on his path in life was set.

Where Wayne was quiet and kind, responsible and mature, Frankie was the whole opposite. Frankie was loud and erratic. He was a "do first, think later" kind of person. Frankie was entirely too charming for his own good. Could talk himself in and out of any and every problem. And the few times he couldn’t? Well, Wayne was right there to have his back and pull him out of the sticky situation he got himself into.

Frankie was unabashedly reckless because he knew there was a safety net just waiting to catch him before he hit the ground.

Wayne knew that it wasn’t the most healthy way of living but what was he supposed to do? Watch his brother ruin his own life? Absolutely not. They had no one but each other. 

Mom was — well she was a woman of her time. She was quiet and timid and soft. A woman molded by the man she had married far too young. Dad was mean and resentful. 

They wouldn’t look out for Frankie. So what else was Wayne to do but step up and be the one to make sure his little brother was doing alright?

It shouldn’t have come as a surprise, that night when frantic knocks at the door of his small trailer woke him from a deep slumber. It was storming outside, raindrops hammering against the windows like bullets. 

When Wayne dragged himself out of bed and towards the door, he had not expected to be met with the sight before him though in retrospect he should’ve been. It was only a matter of time really.

Frankie looked up at his older brother with those big brown eyes of his, filled with concern and guilt and regret and — fear. It was the first time ever, that Wayne had ever seen fear in his brother’s eyes. 

“ She left. Wendy left. “ 

Wayne’s first thought was a defeated but unsurprised scoff. The girl was 18, barely a grown-up herself. A part of him couldn’t fault her for leaving and trying to make something of herself instead of being bound to a man that was flaky and unreliable. 

Then his eyes fell onto the little boy clutched tightly in his brother's arms. The same big brown eyes that you couldn’t help but love. He deserved better. He deserved a mother who cared.

He ushered the both of them inside, gave his brother a big mug of coffee to warm him up, and put the baby down into a makeshift nest made of pillows and blankets. 

He’d only seen his nephew two times before. Once right after he had just been born, and one time when he drove down to Jasper to see Frankie and Wendy and help them move into their new apartment. He’d only seen his nephew two times before but he loved him dearly. All of the good his brother ever had about him, accumulated in the child. 

When Frankie asked if it was okay for the two of them to stay, of course, Wayne agreed. He cleared out his bedroom and moved into the smaller one, the one he had used for storage until now. It only made sense, it was two of them and one of him. The baby needed a proper room to grow up in. Even if it was only for a short time.

But even then, the trailer wasn’t big enough for two adults and a baby. It was cramped and chaotic. And while Wayne didn’t mind staying up and rocking the boy back to sleep when Frankie was too exhausted from spending the whole day doing — whatever the fuck it was he did, it still ground away at his substance. 

Frankie agreed, he too thought of the trailer as way too small for 3 people. Though his solution had not been what Wayne had expected or even wanted. 

“ I don’t feel good having you be responsible for me and the kid,” he had said, and though his mind screamed, “That’s all I’ve been doing my entire life!” Wayne stayed silent. 

“ I found a job for a truck driving company. Good pay. But it would mean I’m on the road most of the time. I’d make money for the kid though, once I have enough saved I could look for some other job and we could settle down somewhere close. “ 

Frankie didn’t have to say it, Wayne knew exactly what he meant. He wanted to leave the kid. He should’ve known it wasn’t gonna work like this. His little brother wasn’t gonna magically turn into a responsible adult just because he got a girl pregnant. But Wayne still held a flicker of hope for this baby brother. So he agreed. What difference would it make, being responsible for one more person? It’s not like he knew it any other way.

Life with Eddie was exhausting and rewarding at the same time. Though he had always enjoyed being alone, Wayne liked having the kid around and being less lonely. And Eddie, young as he was, showed his love and gratitude in all the ways a little baby could.

In big smiles — all gums, no teeth. In his little baby giggles. In the way, he'd immediately quiet down whenever Wayne would take him in his arms and rock him softly.

In first steps and first words. None of which Frankie was there to witness.

He tried, Wayne had to give him that much. At first, he really tried. Came around every few weeks to spend time with Eddie. Be a father. He remembered birthdays and holidays and special occasions.

But Frankie was still Frankie and Frankie would never change. Not for himself, not for Wendy, not for Wayne — not even for Eddie.

Instead of reading to him or teaching him important things or taking him fishing, Frankie let the kid watch horror movies, took him to a friend's bar, and taught him how to hotwire cars.

It wasn't ideal for a child but Wayne was just happy Frankie wanted to spend time with his son.

Until one day he didn't.

It started when Eddie was just 10. Visits from Frank grew more and more sparse. Calls stopped coming. Birthdays were forgotten.

By the time Eddie turned 12, he hadn't seen or heard from his dad in over 6 months. That day Wayne decided that for once in his life he wasn't gonna catch Frankie. Eddie was his responsibility now and he would do everything in his power to make sure the kid was happy, if that meant letting go of Frankie then so be it.

He'd been through a lot with the kid, seeing so much of his younger brother in the boy. He was so easily excited, so fiercely passionate. He was clever though he could never focus on one thing for a longer period of time. His imagination and creativity knew no bounds nor limitations. And he had that same damn charm that got Frankie into so much trouble.

Wayne had been through a lot with Eddie. Hardly anything could surprise him anymore.

Hardly —

"Kid, what are you doing?"

It's quite the common occurrence at the Munson household to be greeted by the sound of loud heavy metal, another passion Eddie inherited from his father. What Wayne isn't used to though, is hearing slow classical music coming from the tape recorder. 

Eddie, all lanky arms and legs, stands in the middle of the small living area of their trailer, arms held up at chest height as if getting ready to dance with a ghost.

"I'm practicing." He replies with that signature Eddie matter-of-factness that sometimes borders arrogance. He's so much his father and Frankie will never truly know.

"Practicing what?'' "

"Dancing"

He can't see the boy's face as his back is turned, but Wayne is sure he's rolling those big brown eyes of his.

"For what?"

An exasperated sigh falls from Eddie’s lips as he drops his arms and turns to face his uncle. 

“ So I can dance with (Y/N) when we get married. “ 

A smirk finds its way onto Wayne’s face. He’s been wondering how long it would take for something like this to happen. The two have been glued together since they were just 6 years old and (Y/N) and her family moved into the trailer next to the Munsons. 

“ You’re getting married, huh? “ 

“ Yeah. I asked her earlier. We’re getting married after we’re done with school.“

He's 12 years old, the question doesn't hold the same gravity as it would coming from someone older. It doesn't mean it holds no meaning though. But at 12 years old, not fully grasping the concept of long-lasting romantic relationships, what could be better than spending the rest of your life with your very best friend? Absolutely nothing.

“ What made you ask her? “ 

Eddie shrugs his shoulders and plops down onto the couch “Henry Fletcher asked her out on a date to the movies as a prank and then he and his buddies made fun of her and called her a trailer park freak. She cried and I — I hate that. I wanted to fight them but they’re all much bigger than me and I’m no idiot. I never would've won that fight. But I told her that everyone could be happy to date her, right? Cause she’s funny and she likes all the cool books and movies and she owns the best records on vinyl. And everyone thinks I’m a freak too so we might as well be freaks together.” 

Wayne knows that his nephew isn’t the most popular kid in school and though he tries to give him all that he can, he is well aware that the both of them come short a lot of the time. Kids are judgemental as fuck. Brutal and unforgiving to those that don’t meet whatever ridiculous standards are currently being set. They judge everyone for being even a little bit different and if Eddie is anything, he’s different. He’s exhausting sometimes, he’s a handful. But he’s also loving and sweet and fiercely loyal, sometimes to a fault.

It breaks his heart to know kids are giving Eddie a hard time at school when he deserves so much better.

“ Eddie, listen to me. Those kids are mean, awful people. Don’t let them make you feel like you’re worth any less than them, okay? You're a good kid. The best kid. “ 

Eddie looks at him with those big brown eyes of his, filled with a gentle sensibility. 

“ Yeah, screw them. “ 

“ That’s right kid. Screw them.” 

Should he be encouraging that kind of language? Probably not. But hey, even Wayne never claimed to be perfect.

“ Hey, uncle Wayne. Can you teach me how to dance? “

The mix between a scoff and a laugh tumbles from Wayne’s lips. 

“ Kid, there’s a lot of things I can teach you but dancing ain’t one of them. “ 

It’s an unspoken rule that prom is meant for the cool and the popular kids only. Those that have enough money to splurge on a fucking limo, a stupid suit, a sparkly dress. On shoes and jewelry and hair appointments and the prom tickets themselves.

Prom is not meant for the freaks and the outsiders. 

Prom is not meant for people like Eddie and (Y/N).

"You know I don't usually condone violence but man I wouldn't have minded going to prom if this is how it goes," Eddie exclaims before taking a sip from his beer, eyes trained on the TV where Carrie currently goes on a bloody rampage.

"You don't condone violence?"

Her laughter echoes through the trailer, mixing with the terrified screams of Carrie's teenage victims. Her eyebrows are raised as a sarcastic smile pulls at the corner of her lips.

"Are you — are you implying I am anything but a pacifist, (Y/N)?"

"I meaaan you do love causing havoc, you're just quick to get out of the situation."

"Well (Y/N), life's about knowing when to run."

He places a soft kiss on the top of her head. She smells like vanilla and soap. She smells like home.

Eddie's heart beats just a little faster every time he's close to her. Sure they had decided to get married at 12 years old but those were just innocent childhood fantasies. Things they knew nothing about. Things are different now. More serious.

She's officially his girl. His girlfriend. With all benefits and downsides. Though he's the first to admit that the benefits far outweigh anything else.

"Can you imagine though? Deborah Smith, Kyle Jones, and all their little minions with their perfectly styled hair and their stupid frilly shirts, covered in blood. Finally getting the payback for all their shitty behavior."

That gets a little laugh out of her. It's without a doubt his favorite sound in the world.

"That is hilarious to think about, I have to agree."

"So, you're not sad we're missing out?"

They've decided a while ago not to attend prom. Spending hours in a stuffy gym with people they don't like, listening to music they can't stand, didn't sound like the most desirable way to spend an evening to either of the two teenagers. 

"No. I'm good. We made the right choice. Just a bit bummed I don't have a proper reason to wear my dress. Don't think anyone I know is getting married anytime soon."

"You have a dress?"

That's news. He knows she has dresses but this one seems different. It sounds special. Like it was bought with a purpose. With an event in mind. And he'd hate to have been the one to ruin it. 

"Mmmh. I found it a few months ago while I was at the thrift store with my mom. It's a vintage 1950s dress. I wasn't sure if we were going to prom or not but it was just so pretty and it fits me like a glove so I couldn't not buy it."

Eddie loves her in sweatpants and ripped jeans and old pajamas. He loves her with no makeup on and when her hair is all crazy after just waking up. He loves her always and in any state. But at that moment something in him awakens. This little voice that nags at him. The one that wants to see her in a pretty dress.

"You know, just 'cause we're not going to prom doesn't mean you can't wear the dress."

"Huh?" She faces him, eyes wide with confusion.

"We can have our own prom. Only without the stupid assholes and the shitty music and the disgusting punch. I'll pack some beers and snacks and you dress up and we'll drive out to the lake or something. Put on some music and just — be."

"Are you gonna dress up?"

"Babe, I'm always dressed up."

She bites her lip in an attempt to stop the smirk that's threatening to spread on her face.

"Sure you are."

"C'mon what do you say? It'll be fun, right."

He wants to put that twinkle in her eyes every day of his life. The one she holds when she looks at him, filled with love and excitement, and happiness. 

"Okay yeah. Don't go pulling a Carrie on me though!"

"Nah, babe. Where would I get pigs' blood on such short notice?"

"You’d find a way. You know entirely too many shady people."

He shrugs his shoulders in agreement. She's got a point.

"Okay let me get ready. Meet you by your car in 30 minutes?" 

"Absolutely not! I'm gonna give you the full prom experience. I'll pick you up, baby."

She just shakes her head in amusement before placing a soft kiss on his lips. She's always so soft. Always so sweet. 

"I love you, Eddie Munson. You're my best friend."

"Holy fuck!"

She's a dream. A vision in tulle and chiffon. Eddie never really thought of himself as a lover of girls in fancy dresses. He liked them naked, mostly. Didn't really care for any of the fancy bullshit.

He thinks he might be a changed man.

"You look — I don't even have words. Let me see all of you, c'mon give me a twirl."

He takes her hand in his and twirls her around under his arm as the yellow glow of the trailer park lights illuminates the night.

"Look at those boots! You're a fucking metal princess!" 

The gravel crunches under her black boots. 

"I was thinking about wearing my heels but if we're going to the lake I don't think they'd be too practical. So I’m not trying to be edgy, I just don’t wanna ruin my shoes."

"How about you wear them for me later tonight," Eddie suggests pulling her closer and resting a hand on her waist while the other gently cups her jaw.

" — Only the heels?"

"Yes ma'am, not a single extra piece of clothing."

Eddie feels her chuckle against his lips as he pulls her into a quick kiss. He's sure he'll never get tired of kissing her.

"It's not a limo but I hope it'll do," Eddie declares as he holds out his arms and stands in front of his old rusty van.

"It's perfect."

"You're perfect."

And he means it. He really, truly does.

———————

"I wish we could see the stars this clearly at the trailer park." 

Her eyes are trained on the inky black sky, speckled with a thousand little dots of light.

"Remember that one time a few years ago we had a blackout and everyone came outside and Wayne started a little fire in the pit and we watched the stars and you played us something on your guitar?"

The memory pulls the corners of his lips upwards. Yeah, he remembers. It was one of the best nights of his life. It was the first time he played guitar for anyone other than Wayne and (Y/N). And people liked it. They enjoyed hearing him play songs on his old busted-up acoustic guitar. 

He was 13 and he didn't know that many songs yet but it didn't matter. They told him to play one more and one more and when he had exhausted all the songs in his repertoire they told him to "play that last one again". And he did.

It also made (Y/N) smile and that was always a win in his book.

"Yeah, I remember," he answers wistfully.

"Wayne told me stories about the constellations that night. I thought he was the smartest man in the world."

He loves how much his uncle means to her. His two favorite people being close will never not make him proud.

"He is the smartest man!" Eddie acknowledges. And it's true, to him at least. 

She leans her head against his shoulder and takes a deep sigh. He likes when it's like this. Sitting in his van with the doors wide open, feet dangling above the ground, looking out towards the lake and the sky as the music plays softly from his car radio. Just the two of them and the night and the stars. No expectations. No fears of the future. Nothing. Just them and their love and a lifetime of memories.

"You know anything about constellations?" She wonders, eyes twinkling up at him rivaling the stars above them.

" Sure! That one there, that's the uh — big scorpion. The one next to it is called um — squirrel of doom."

A laugh falls from her lips as Eddie points towards the clusters of stars. 

"The squirrel of doom, huh?"

"Mmmh."

"You don't know shit about constellations, do you?"

"Not a clue."

Eddie loves making her laugh. He loves joking around with her. He doesn't have to pretend or try to impress her with skills or knowledge he doesn't possess. She loves him just as he is. 

"Oh, I love this song!" She exclaims as the tape changes to the next tune.

The melody of Journey’s Open Arms plays from the speakers of Eddie's shitty van and out into the night, painting a smile on (Y/N)'s face.

"I know, that's why I put it on the tape."

"Come on," she exclaims and jumps onto her feet, hand reaching out to him and beckoning him closer. "It's Prom so we should dance."

"You wanna slow dance with the freak?"

"I wanna slow dance with my freak."

Eddie mirrors her previous actions and gets onto his feet, comically dusting himself off before grabbing a hold of her hands.

"I guess if my lady asks for a dance I will have to grant her wish."

"Oh aren't you just a gentleman? A regular everyday prince charming."

The night folds around them like a safety blanket, sheltering them from all the gloom of the outside world, if only for a moment. 

To have her close, hands clasped together, hearts beating in sync, head softly resting against him — this must be the place they sing about in songs, they talk about in movies, and write about in books. Where everything is better and everything's safe. 

His heart feels heavy and light at the same time. If this is as good as life gets, he’s a happy man. Forever sheltered and loved in the arms of the girl he adores. But he knows — he knows this isn’t a forever kind of situation. 

“ I didn’t know you could dance, “ she says and shakes him from his hazy thoughts. 

“ Yeah, well I practiced. Even got a book from the library with like a step sheet. “ 

“ A what? “ 

“ Little pictures of shoes that tell you where to step. Numbered and everything. “ 

She pulls her head from where it rests against him and regards him with a mixture of curiosity, surprise, and amusement.

“ Hold up — you learned how to dance? When? Why? “ 

He shrugs his shoulders in dismissal “Ah you know, when we were like 12 or something and you agreed to marry me once we’ve graduated.” 

A smile slowly pulls at the corner of her lips. He can see the recognition in her eyes as they fill with a sense of sweet nostalgia. A memory is forming in her mind and he can watch it in real-time.

“ That’s right! Wow, and look at us now. About to graduate. Dancing.” 

Eddie was never one to listen to the Angel on his shoulder. For the longest time, he believed there was none. The devil’s whispers always seemed to drown out everything else. And though he never did anything actually bad, he did make a lot of poor choices.

He almost wanted to listen to the devil again, get the little box hidden in his van. The one that’s been there since he was 16 years old and asked his dad for a favor. The one and only favor he had ever asked him for. 

He wants to listen to the devil and be selfish.

But then he looks into her eyes and the way they shine with love and hope and endless potential. This is her world and he’s just living in it. There is so much out there for her and to hold her back would be the most selfish act ever committed. 

So for once in his life, he listens to the angel.

“ I um — I gotta tell you something. “ 

“ Okay,” she agrees and takes his hands in hers. The way her thumbs rub soft circles into his skin to reassure and comfort him, breaks his heart a little. Tiny cracks turning into craters. 

“ I’m not gonna graduate.” 

“ What do you mean? “

“ Failed some classes. It’s — I really tried but I just couldn’t get my grades up in time.” 

He almost doesn’t dare to look at her but some masochistic part of him wants to see his own insecurities reflected in her eyes. Only when he lifts his head, he doesn’t find what he is looking for. There is no disappointment. There is only sadness and shock. He doesn’t know if that is better or worse.

“ Why didn’t you ask me for help? “ 

Truth be told, he didn’t see how bad the situation was until it was too late. But even had he realized the severity of it all, he wouldn’t have asked her. She would’ve put him before anything else, before herself. And he couldn’t be the reason for her forgetting about herself in the process of fixing his mistakes.

“ I thought I could handle it.” 

“ What about our plan? “

It was a flimsy plan, to begin with. Her going off to college and him following to find a job there and earn some money. A shared apartment. A shared life. He knows he was only a footnote in that dream but that’s enough for him. He’d follow her to the end of the world and further.

“ I’ll just be a year late. You can fix up our nest like those birds you made me watch the documentary about. Those yellow ones. “ 

She grants him a watery chuckle, her eyes glossy and sad “ Golden Weavers? The males build the nest. “ 

“ Yeah well, we’re not like other birds, You and I. We’re special. “ 

The jokes only do so much to hide the pain and when she lets a tear roll down her cheek, he can’t help but pull her closer and for once let himself feel the fear of losing what they have.

“ Don’t cry, baby. We’ll be fine. “

“ Do you promise?”

In his heart, he knows that he shouldn’t. That the right and honest thing was to promise to try but no more, no less.

But he can’t do that. Not when she is this sad. Not when this vision of a future for them is all that is keeping him afloat.

“ I promise,” he replies.

Only Eddie Munson was never exceptionally good at keeping promises.

Wayne Munson can not remember a time in his life when he wasn't responsible for another person. He was 6 years old when his little brother was born and from that moment on his path in life was set.

But this time, this time things feel different. Because this time there is someone who’s taking care of him in return.

The bluebird Inn is a small hotel nestled in the woods somewhere between Downtown Hawkins and Lovers Lake. It’s sleepy and old but surrounded by the most beautiful nature scene.

It has a main house with 12 rooms and a barn with a big garden. 

It’s perfect for a small intimate wedding celebration. 

Had anyone told him he would ever get married, especially at this age, Wayne would’ve called them a fucking idiot. But life, he realized a while ago, works in mysterious ways and there’s no sense in questioning things. They happen as they happen and most of it is out of your control anyway.

And sometimes life grants you a good thing in between all the hardships.

Eddie nervously plays with the chunky silver rings adorning his fingers as the piano melodies start echoing through the air. All eyes are trained on his uncle’s bride as she walks down the aisle, a bright smile on her face. 

All eyes but his. 

Eddie knew Wayne was gonna invite (Y/N) and her parents. They’ve been neighbors forever, friends, family. It doesn’t mean seeing her sitting there on one of the white garden chairs, looking like a long-forgotten dream of his doesn’t make his heart do weird flippy things. It’s kinda scary, kinda exciting. Like going down a rollercoaster.

She has a yellow flower in her hair and a smile playing on her lips and it’s like he’s right back to being 16 and helplessly in love with his best friend.

Maybe some things never change. Maybe the important things stick around for so long until they eventually become part of who you are. 

In another life, he thinks as he hands Wayne the rings, maybe this could be him and (Y/N). Maybe if he hadn’t been so reckless and had worked a bit harder and actually graduated on time. Maybe if he had listened to the devil, the way he always did, and asked her. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.

What good does wondering do if it leads nowhere? It’s not like it matters. Not when they haven’t really talked in years. 

But when her eyes meet his over the applause of the crowd and the newlyweds share a kiss, all those maybes come flooding back like a tidal wave. Maybe their love story will never be over. Not entirely. Maybe they are a story never finished instead of a closed book.

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“ So are you gonna put the poor boy out of his misery anytime soon or — ?” Wayne speaks up as he leans against the outdoor bar where (Y/N) is standing sipping on a glass of sparkling wine.

Both their eyes are fixed on Eddie who’s roped into what looks like a deep conversation with 87-year-old Mrs. Richards from two trailers over. Well more of a monologue from her and a lot of quiet and nodding from him. 

“ He seems fine to me. Mrs. Richards has riveting stories I tell you. “

Wayne softly nudges her arm with his making them both chuckle. “ You know what I mean, kid.” 

“ I don’t know. I might have to let him wait a little longer. He’s been sneaking glances at me all day when he thinks I’m not looking and yet he hasn’t had the guts to talk to me yet.” 

“ You know what he’s like. He missed you but he’ll never admit it. Too much like his dad, that one. Even looks more and more like him every day. Except for the hair. “

“ I love the hair. “ 

She doesn’t mean to say it out loud but it slips. Sometimes the truth demands to be spoken. She’s just glad Wayne chooses not to comment on it. 

“ When I look at him I see Frankie and sometimes it scares me. I just hope I taught him enough common sense to make better choices. “ 

“ Are you joking?” she asks, genuine confusion clouding her face as she looks up at the older man. “ Eddie is all you. Yeah, he may be a bit more impulsive and — chaotic. But all that good in him are traits that you taught him. You even got him to wear a button-down. That’s your boy there, Wayne. It’s time you allow yourself to take some pride in that.” 

When he doesn’t reply she thinks maybe he disagrees. Maybe she shouldn’t have said anything. But then he pulls her into a side hug and she knows that’s as much affection as anyone is ever gonna get from him. 

“ Thanks, kid. We all missed you. “ 

“ I missed you guys too. So much. “ 

“ Okay folks, we’re taking a little break but feel free to drop some song requests into the box over there. We’re corroded coffin and we’ll be right back. “ 

Eddie gets off the makeshift stage, a smile inadvertently finding its way onto his face and a light dust of blush settling on his cheeks as the crowd gives his band another round of applause.

He must admit, he wasn’t convinced at first when Wayne asked him if Corroded Coffin would consider playing at the wedding. Mostly because it would mean playing covers, a lot of them songs he didn't even like, and maybe also a little bit because he was afraid of playing in front of his friends and family.

Playing for strangers was easy, Eddie had long ago stopped giving a shit about what strangers thought of him or his music. But playing for the people he loved, the people whose opinion he cherished, that was a whole different story.

But Wayne really wanted them to play and who was he to say no to the man who had raised him like a father? Who had always put Eddie before himself. 

Looking at it now, seeing people clap and sing along and having a good time, maybe it wasn’t so bad after all.

“ You know, it’s really hard getting a hold of you. First Mrs. Richards got you occupied and then you go playing rockstar. If I didn’t know any better I’d say you’re avoiding me.” 

He hasn’t heard her voice in what? Months? Years? And it still makes his heart flutter in the same way it did when they were kids.

“ I’d never avoid you. Tried to, for years, and it didn’t work. I learned my lesson“ 

“ Oh shut up! You loved me.” 

He hates the way she speaks in past tense. As if there was ever going to be a present in which he doesn’t love her. But this is friendly banter. It’s all just for fun. Right? No need to look for a deeper meaning.

“Yeah alright, whatever you say.” 

He can’t think of anything he likes more than to see her smile. Her eyes maybe.

“ It’s good to see you, (Y/N).” 

She bites her lower lip and nods slightly. “ Missed you too, Eds. Wanna go have a drink with me? Now that we can do so legally. “ 

“There’s nothing I’d rather do. Lead the way, my princess.”

There are a few things he’d rather do but none of those he can tell her. Because you just don’t tell your ex-girlfriend how desperately you want to kiss her still. Back then, now, and probably forever.

One drink turns into two turns into three. He’s not drunk, not even close, but everything feels a little lighter. Like a weight has been taken from his shoulders for a few hours. Like his tongue is looser than before and secrets that have previously been buried slowly dig their way to the surface. 

“ Never thought I’d see Wayne get married, “ she exclaims as she watches the newlyweds slowly sway along to the music. 

“ Tell me about it. “

“ I’m happy for him though. He deserves this. “ 

“ Yeah — yeah me too. “ 

And he is, he truly is. But a tiny nagging part of his brain can’t help and wish that it wasn’t Wayne and his bride out there celebrating. A tiny part of his mind screams at him “This should be us! “

“ So what about you ? “ he asks though he’s not sure he even wants to know the answer. Not when one of the possibilities might shatter his heart completely.

“What about me? “

“ Any suitors? “

He tries to hide his irritation with a fake, forceful chuckle. He can’t even convince himself.

(Y/N) shrugs in dismissal. “ Meh. No one worth mentioning. I had the best, everything coming after is a downgrade and I uh — I can’t be bothered with that right now.” 

Maybe, he thinks, he’s not the only one being affected by the wine. Hearing her talk about him like that is — strange. But a good kind of strange. A kind of strange that warms him from the inside, bones and flesh and blood. All of him.

“Stop with the flattery! You know how well it works with me.” 

“ It’s nothing but the truth, “ she says and takes another sip from her glass. “Did the other girls figure out how wonderful you are by now? “

He scoffs and rolls his eyes in mock annoyance. “You kidding? Once a freak always a freak, baby.”

“ Well, they don’t know what they’re missing out on.” 

Whether she knows it or not, with every word of praise, she’s sending tiny daggers straight to his heart. And even someone as unbothered as Eddie can only take so much.

“ (Y/N), you can’t say shit like that.” 

“ Why not? “ 

“ Because it’s killing me.” 

“ What?”

“ You and I — I thought that was forever. I truly believed in that. So much so that I got a ring when I was fucking 16. But then things didn’t work out the way I had hoped they would, of course not. When do things ever fucking work out for me? But I — I’m still so fucking head over heels in love with you and it hurts when you talk to me like there’s still a chance for us when we both know that chapter has been closed long ago. I mean fuck, you live hours away. So if you’re just here to go on a nostalgic walk down memory lane, please stop. Some of us aren’t so easy at moving on. “

He hates the way she looks at him then. As if he’s the one throwing daggers and breaking hearts. 

“Eddie I — “

“ No I — look I’m glad you’re home but I can’t do this. I gotta get back on stage anyway. “

It’s the first time in his life that he’s the one walking away. He wonders how they did it, mom and dad. How they walked away from a person they loved and didn't fall apart. Because he’s barely able to hold himself together. 

He just has to make it all the way to the stage and then he can let himself get lost in the music and forget about the heartbreak for a little while. Just a few more steps. 

His eyes feel cloudy and glassy. He’s not one for tears. But even Eddie can only take so much. 

“ Eddie, are you okay? “ 

He doesn’t register Wayne’s concerned words at first. Just a few more steps.

“ Eddie?”

Just a few more —

“ Son? “

A strong arm wraps around Eddie’s shoulder and pulls him away from the crown, to a spot behind the barn that's sheltered from any curious and prying eyes. 

“ What’s going on, kid?”

This is not something they do. Open up to each other. Talk about their feelings. It’s always been more of a, keep things to yourself and bury them until you physically can’t hold onto anything anymore, kind of deal.

But what if it’s too much? Can one person feel too much all at once?

“I thought I was okay seeing her living her life and being happy but it hurts so damn much that there’s no room for me in it anymore.” 

Wayne scoffs and shakes his head in disbelief. “You’re a dumbass, Edward.

“ Wow great talk, thanks uncle Wayne I feel so much better now.” 

“ You think she came here for me? You think she called to ask me what color your tie was gonna be for any reason other than to match her dress to it? You think her mom grilled me about what your future plans are just because? Eddie, (Y/N) was offered a job back here in Hawkins now that she graduated but who are we kidding, this is Hawkins, no one wants to come back. You only come back here if there’s someone to come back to.” 

“ She’s coming back to her family.”

“ No son, she’s coming back to you. Doesn’t sound to me like there’s no place in her life for you.” 

Silence falls over them, thick and heavy. It’s hard to breathe. Hard to understand what the fuck is happening right now.

“ Eddie?” Wayne approaches him and places a soft, guiding hand on his shoulder. 

“ Hmm? “

“ You know, sometimes it’s okay to let people come back. “

“ Hey everyone, you ready for some more songs? We’re a guitarist short but I’m sure we can get y’all dancing just the same. Feel free to drop some more requests. In fact, this first one we’re gonna be playing is a request by our missing guitarist. This one’s for the lovebirds in the crowd.”

As the opening chords to Journey’s Open Arms fill the air, a shudder courses through (Y/N). 

Maybe this is fate being cruel or playing tricks on her. For not being brave enough. For not calling enough or visiting enough. For not fighting hard enough for them. For not trying. For giving up.

“ So I haven’t done it in a while but I think I can still remember some of the steps so uh — you wanna dance? But I might be shit at it now, just a warning. “

Or maybe it’s not fate at all. 

Eddie looks at her with those big beautiful brown eyes of his, almost pleading as he reaches his hand out for her to take.

As if there was ever a chance of her not taking it. No matter how much she was hurting. 

“ Of course.”

He’s a downright liar. He’s not shit at it. Quite the opposite. He still remembers every step, every turn, and every twirl.

And his arms still feel like home.

“ I’m sorry I was pissed at you, I didn’t mean to be mean. I just — I missed you so much and I miss us.” 

“ I miss us too Eddie. I miss you. And I — “ she leans her head against his chest and lets out a sigh, her words getting lost somewhere between her heart and her lips.

“ I can’t believe you wanted to propose to me back then. “

His chest vibrates with a laugh “Yeah. Pretty crazy and irrational, huh?”

(Y/N) softly nods before pulling his head down to be level with hers. 

He can feel her lips on the side of his face, her breath against his skin.

“ You know what’s even crazier? “

“ Huh? “

“ I would’ve said yes.” 

He wonders if it’s some kind of magic or just — love. Whatever it is, his heart feels a little more whole again. Like all the cracks and craters and holes and wounds are being stitched up and filled. It’s not like before, it’s different but no more or less.

“What uh — what about now?”

“ Eddie Munson, you know better than to propose to me at someone else’s wedding.”

And he does. She deserves better. She deserves candles and flowers and fireworks and — more.

“ That was not a no.” 

“ It’s never gonna be a no. Now dance with me.” 

There’s nothing he would rather do. 

“But now that you've come back

Turned night into day

I need you to stay

So now I come to you

With open arms.” 

Eddie Munson can not remember a time in his life when he had to be responsible for anyone but himself. He wants to change that though. For once in his life, he wants to be responsible for her happiness. And it doesn’t scare him. Not anymore. Not when he just got her back.

There are no candles or flowers or fireworks. In fact, there is nothing but torrential downpour and closed roads. He wanted to take her out, he really did. Drive with her to lovers lake where years ago they stood in each other's arms dreaming of a future together. That’s where he left the candles and the flowers and the sparklers.

All he has is a ring and a lifetime of memories and his bruised heart beating out of his chest. 

His hair is sticking to his skin in wet strands as she opens the door to her family’s home.

“Eddie?” 

“ My dad is a fucking asshole. I can’t remember a lot of good things about him. He never spent his money on presents for me or even tried to help Wayne out with rent. But he did spend money on this, “ Eddie exclaims and pulls the box from the pocket of his leather jacket. “ That’s the only thing he ever bought that wasn’t for himself. So it must have meant something. My mom must have meant something to him. It’s a beautiful ring and it deserves a good love story. It deserves to mean something to someone because I don't think it meant anything to my mother seeing as she gave it back. And there’s no one who means more to me than you. I’m in love with you, (Y/N). I’ve been in love with you since I was 12 years old and I will always be in love with you. I was never a deliberate choice in anyone’s life but yours. You chose to be my friend, my girlfriend. My everything. Now I’m asking you to choose me as your husband. “

“ You are insane, Eddie Munson, “ she says and steps out into the rain, getting soaked to the bones in a matter of seconds and yet not feeling any cold. All she feels is warmth and love and that special calm of coming home.

“Think we established that a long time ago. So what do you say, will you marry the freak?”

Her hands find his face, softly moving his hair behind his ears.

When she kisses him, soft and gentle and passionate, he remembers what it feels like. To be fully and wholly loved. Every part of you. All the good and all the bad.

“ You’re my freak, don’t you remember? And I will always choose you. In this life and all the lives to come. As long as you promise to dance with me.”