#i finally watched the cats trailer

[wynnyfryd]

Trailer park Steve AU part 12 part 1 | part 11 | ao3

ha haaaa, i lied about waiting until monday. cw: angst, gory imagery, implied prescription drug abuse

In his dream it’s raining pills.

Steve is crying in his car as rainbow pellets rain from the sky, and then he’s pounding on the Munson’s door while the pills burst into fine powder against his hair, his skin, his clothes. Eddie doesn’t come to the door but suddenly he’s there, teleported outside of it, apologizing right away when Steve demands to know what’s wrong.

“I don’t understand what happened.”

A flash of eyes, of lips; his face doesn’t fully form, but he sweeps one of those perusing looks all over Steve, sees his frayed edges and invites him in to stitch them up.

They talk and laugh for hours — dream logic where the seconds are minutes are years — letting their knees knock together, letting their pinky fingers brush. All the while little pills plink plink against the siding, pharmaceutical hail storm, and suddenly it's morning; Steve has drifted off; Steve has never slept so well. There’s a throw blanket made of cat fur and the smell of coffee and scrambled eggs, Wayne humming sleepily to himself at the stove, waving a spatula in greeting when he spots Steve getting up.

“Mornin'!” he grins. “Ed’s still sleepin’, but feel free to stick around.”

Outside the rain comes harder, heavy knocks against the roof, and when Steve peers into the pan he sees that Wayne’s frying up dead birds. "Just about ready."

He spears a fork into a wing. The feathers start to smoke. “You take your coffee black?”

—

“Ma, you gotta get a job.”

“Hmm?”

She’s watching I Love Lucy.

Steve's head is in his hands.

His elbows are going numb where they’re propped on the breakfast table, and his temples throb, a steady band of pressure like a giant's palm around the sides and back of his skull, pulsing down his aching neck. He’s been staring at next month’s budget for so long it looks like hyro…hiero—?

Whatever. Egyptian shit.

He can’t tell if he’s shit at math or if the math just doesn’t work, but either way it’s not working, and neither is his fucking mom, and he finds himself thinking about this one time in middle school when they took a field trip to a factory with a big hydraulic press. Got to tour the control room; got to pick which fruits to crush.

He remembers the watermelon most vividly of all: the way the rind groaned under the machine’s steady weight, splintering slivers snaked over striped flesh; slowly, slowly, then suddenly, boom!!

Watermelon guts on the concrete floor.

(That was also the first time he got to touch a girl's butt; all the girl's squealed and jumped back from the explosion, and one of them backed herself right into his hand. It was Liz Collins, and it was one hundred percent an accident, because, like, gross, Liz Collins, but still.

Memorable day for two reasons.

God, he needs a nap.)

“A job, ma,” he sighs, a little louder this time. “I can... I don’t know, I can maybe ask around, see if anybody’s hiring? Or- talk to Claudia. Or Karen,” he snaps his fingers by his ear, “or Joyce! She might— yeah. Yeah, she might be able to call and put in a good word at Melvalds...”

She might also be busy being far the fuck away from here. He taps his pencil against his cheek as envy crashes over him. He should be in California. Should spend his time hitting on beach babes and surfing sunny waves instead of drowning in debt and wondering why he’s on a first-name basis with so many random moms.

His mom still hasn’t acknowledged a single word he's said. "Hello? Ma? What d'you think?"

She turns to look at him finally. Gives him a dreamy, lovely smile.

She always was so pretty. “…I’m sorry; what were you saying?”

—

Steve flushes his mom’s pills.

—

part 13

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[wanderlust-in-my-soul]

Currently Watching - April

aka The Masterlist

Because I love a good little list - in alphabetical order! 😊

Regularly updated during the month, latest update 30.04.2024

A little link to my favorite bl-tropes-collection 💙

I am happy about gif-requests 🌼

Here you can find all of my gifs.

Tracking: #josistag

At the end you can have a look at what we can expect in April with a MDL link and a link for a trailer (if avaible).

This is guaranteed to contain spoilers!

1. 25 Ju, Akasaka de 🇯🇵 (2/10)

They were fellow students and now they have to play in a BL together. One of them is two years older and popular. For the other one, this is his first big role and he needs it, so he is determined to to anything he needs to do, to be a good actor. Even when this means to find a partner and fall in love to be able to play the role perfectly. Why not try to be lovers with your co-star. All for the sake of the series of course.

2. Blue Boys 🇰🇷 (2/4)

This short series is quite good. I saw the first episode by chance and I was hooked, but lost it again, because I couldn't track it on MDL. Now it is up there. I hope these two can resolve their missunderstanding, with talking! But they are too hungry for each other...

3. Boys Be Brave! 🇰🇷 (2/8)

Enemies to lovers, but different. Jinwoo likes Kisub and Kisub knows this. But while Kisub gives his heart away to every person who hits on him and can't really say No to anyone, Jinwoo loves to build up his wall and hide behind a strong No. Their worlds collide, when Kisub moves in with Jinwoo, if he likes it or not. Great first episodes!

4. Cityboy_Log 🇰🇷 (12/?)

They are back and unhinged like before! Jihan and Jaejun met after a while because they were busy and it seems they had some catching up to do the night before. We get some daily vlogging, some cuteness and some jealousy, which wasn't that cute. But they are finally back and I am happy. The acting is still very good. There is no deeper story behind, just some idols, models and actors falling in love with each other and theit daily lifes.

5. Deep Night 🇹🇭 (3/8)

his is everything I was expecting, so it didn't disappoint, I guess. To be honest, I watch this for First. I guess he would have chemistry with a stick, soooo this is nice. And I hope the story, at least stays like this and won't get worse... Update: This show is a mess 😂 there is so much going on all at once and at the same time nothing really happens? It is so confusing, yet very entertaining. But Wela, my dear, it is totally okay to be pissed if one fucks with you, while you are so drunk you can't remember shit the next day... Just a thought.

6. Kare no Iru Seikatsu 🇯🇵 (3/8)

Kazuhito has no girlfriend and the ones he had, broke up with him, because they felt he likes someone else... Who might that be?... The story is simple, I guess? (But perhaps not that simple... The preview for ep 3 looks interesting.) Childhood friends are forced to move in together after spending time apart. One is a little bit naive and is trying to find out why girls breaking up with the most charming and handsome guy he knows and the latter is in love with the naive one and in the end they have their happy ending. I like it. I want to see their growth.

7. Love Is Like A Cat 🇰🇷 (10/12)

Who thought this was a good idea? Who wrote this? Who said cut at the end of scenes? Who thought this is be the way Mew should act? I cringe so hard and not in a funny way. This series is just bad. I keep watching because of this little bean. But I had to skip so many scenes in today's episodes, because it was just so bad! And I can't figure out if Mew just didn't want to be there and act or if that is the way the director wanted him to act... But the acting is bad. Bad choices everywhere. And the dialogues? Cringe... Why would a bean like Dae Byeol fall for Uno? Nope...

8. My Stand-In 🇹🇭 (1/12)

Okay, hear me out. I watch this for Poom and for Poom only. But the story lookes interesting, it was quite intriguing. I don't know why, but I cringed a bit too much at some scenes. But Poom is beautiful and that is all I care about. Yes, I can be this shallow!

9. Only Boo 🇹🇭 (4/12)

The cringe was so strong with this one this week! I had to pause multiple times, but at the same time I enjoyed it so much! Moo is so unhinged and I love him! But please! Don't let Moo's cousin become a possible love interest for Kang. I know we got this dream sequence this week, but there is something in the air between Shone and him... and I don't like it. The second couple... I felt really sad for them this week. Beeing in love with your best friend is never easy...

10. Unknown 🇹🇼 (12/12)

The story about found family, childhood trauma and struggling topped with a lovestory between "brothers". They aren't really brothers so I really don't care and just enjoy this forbidden and hurtful lovestory to the fullest. This is exactly what I hoped for! The longing, tension and hurting is so good! It is the aftermath of the shooting and Qian is still dealing with his emotions and his feelings for Yuan. The love between them is real and strong, but Qian is afraid and can't just let his heart decide over the head, yet. He loves Yuan, but is afraid what that means for them and especially for Yuan's future. And yet he held him back. He was the one reaching out in the end! I have said enough about them and this first part of ep 11 in my post. I love them. My heart belongs to them. I wish we had more developement between these two as a couple, but I still love them and I forgive this show the rush in the end, because I love it so much.

11. Word of Honor 🇨🇳 (20/36)

Those two flirt a lot and are a married couple. Everyone knows that. And I love and enjoy that! Overall this is such a fun watch and the different sects and intrigues are sometimes a little bit confusing, but interesting. I love this world of martial arts and I love how protective Wen Kexing is over Zhou Zishu.

Finished in April

Series

My Strawberry Film 🇯🇵

This is what I call a love triangle. And the fact that the screenwriters worked for Eien No Kinou or Jack o'Frost promised some heartbreak and teenage angst. And they delivered. I really like this series. And I felt so many emotions, especially for Ryo. And I really loved the ending. No fake relationship and no unrealistic confessions, just some teenagers in love and being friends. And I think Hiraku was such a sweet friend in this last episode. He apologized and he finally recognized Ryo's feelings for him. And I believe they stay friends in the future. It might be difficult, but a good friendship is worth fighting for. It has so much to do with respect and love for each other. It is a solid 8 out of 10 for me.

Koi wo Suru nara Nidome ga Joto 🇯🇵

The story about highschool sweethearts, who didn't have the chance to enjoy their young love, because of horrible family backgrounds. Their story is devastating and I am happy they found their way back to each other. The story was good, the acting was good, I am in love with Furuya Robin, which is nice, and the side characters were special (shoutout to Yuto!). I wish there was more "passion" from Miyata, but I guess it is due to his character. Overall it was a good watch and I enjoyed it! A good 8 out of 10 for me.

Jazz For Two 🇰🇷

I love bls about music and about traumatic pasts. The second couple has my heart. I just love them coming together. Usually I hate this bully-trope, but with them, I kinda enjoyed it. Perhaps because Jooha always looked like a hurting puppy. Overall the homophobia in this one is strong and I think it is interesting to see them deal with their own feelings. Internal and external homophobia is such a big thing in all their stories and I wish they had more time to show the developement from hating themselves to loving the other person and themselves. But in my opinion they made a good story and a good show. I like it very much. And what was that kiss in the end? Wow! A good 9 out of 10 for.

To Be Continued 🇹🇭

I really like this one! I read some comments that the reason they never got together was just stupid, but from their perspective I can understand why they reacted how they reacted. They were young and unsure what to do and what all of this meant for them and their friendship. What I liked about the show was the present and past scenes. We learned so much about their past and the scenes fitted perfectly. It was a really good series and I am glad I waited to binge it. Guess I come back to this one from time to time. Rewatch value is there. And those two have really good chemistry! A good 9 out of 10 for me.

Movie

Short Film

Dropped in April

We are 🇹🇭

I dropped this after the first half of the first episode. There are a few reasons for that. First, I need some shows to binge on lonely sundays. And second, I just don't feel like watching this one. It was so quirky for me. Not my kinf od humor right now.

Looking forward to in April

Love is like a cat - Trailer (Apr 1st)

We are - Trailer (Apr 3rd)

Memory in a letter - Trailer (Apr 6th)

Grey Shelter (Apr 11th)

Kare no Iru Seikatsu - Trailer (Apr 12th)

The Spirealm (Apr 15th)

Boys be brave! (Apr 25th)

25 Ji, Akasaka de (Apr 19th)

Kimi to Yukite Saku: Shinsengumi Seishunroku (Apr 25th)

My Stand-In - Trailer (Apr 26th)

Zettai BL ni Naru Sekai VS Zettai BL ni Naritakunai Otoko 2024

Knock Knock, Boys - Trailer

#currently watching #josi watching bl #masterlist #bl series #bl drama #monthly overview #bls in april #cityboy_log #my strawberry film #Unknown the series #koi wo suru nara nidome ga joto #love is better the second time around #deep night the series #jazz for two #word of honor #only boo! #love is like a cat #Kare no Iru Seikatsu #Living with Him #25 ji akasaka de #at 25:00 in akasaka #to be continued #boys be brave! #blue boys #my stand in

[hawkins-losers]

You’re my best view (part 2) | Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: You fulfill your promise and take polaroids for your boyfriend

Word count: 1.6k

Warning: nudity? 

A/N: This ended up being so much longer than planned and I’m not even sorry. It’s also the type of girlfriend I am, but that’s bc I’m an artsy bitch 

Part one

-

It’s been three weeks since you mentioned it and it’s been three weeks of Eddie asking you when you’d do that damn polaroid you promised him.

The day had finally come.

On Thursdays, Eddie's uncle had an earlier shift at the factory, meaning the trailer was empty at an earlier time. You took advantage of that knowledge and planned accordingly.

That meant convincing Eddie to move his Hellfire club meeting.

''Why did you ask me to cancel my 'Satanic worshiping' tonight?'' he asked as you got out of the van and headed inside the trailer, quoting a news magazine about Dungeon & Dragons.

''I did not ask you to cancel it, I asked you to move it to tomorrow. That's different,'' you corrected, sliding your backpack off your shoulder and down on the table.

‘’Same thing,’’ he waved off, closing the door behind you. ‘’So, are you finally going to tell me why? You were being very secretive and promised me I would not be regretting it. It better not be a catch to get me to help you study for Biology class or something because, unless it’s body anatomy, I’m not going to be a great help.’’

You chuckled at the ground. ‘’That’s not it.’’

‘’Thank you, Jesus.’’

‘’Check in my bag, I got a surprise for you.’’

Eddie cocked an eyebrow, curious.

A surprise could mean a lot of things. It could be a movie you rented and a bag of popcorn, sexy lingerie - although that would already be on you and not in the bag -, a tupperware of cookies you had baked, the latest record of one of his favorite bands, or, in tonight's case your polaroid camera.

You watched as he unzipped your backpack, trying to hold back a smile, impatient to see his reaction. His doe eyes rounded up like saucers at the sight of the polaroid camera, and his lips twisted into a Cheshire cat smile, immediately putting two and two together.

A film camera would’ve been more practical to use, but you didn’t trust anyone to develop them. It’s too easy to print one more and keep it in your pocket for personal use. The idea of a stranger having a sexy picture of you on their nightstand and wanking every night to it made you sick to your stomach and very uncomfortable.

Eddie flickered his eyes to you, seeing a bounce in his bones, unable to contain his excitement. ‘’Where is it? Is it in there?’’ He motioned to your backpack.

You shook your head. ‘’No. I need someone to take them for me.’’

‘’Them? As in…more than one?’’

You nodded slowly. There were five polaroids left to take in this camera.

You took a few steps toward the tall young man, tying your arms behind his neck as you made eye contact with him. ‘’Eddie Munson, will you do me the honor of being my personal photographer tonight?’’

As if possible, his smile widened even more. He grabbed your face and kissed you. ‘’Fuck yes.’’

Although the creative concept was quite simple, the ‘make it happen’ part was not.

While Eddie tidied the bed and cleaned a little - an empty bag of chips and a condom wrapper were not good background decor accessories -, you stood before his closet and picked out the shirt you’ll be wearing for the pictures. It was messy and some shirts were very creased from having fallen off their hanger and down the bottom. You were tempted by this Black Sabbath one, but, out of the corner of your eye, you recognized the shirt he gave you the first night you slept over.

It was the one.

‘’Found something to your liking, sweetheart? There’s some a few the dryer too.’’

You said nothing.

In silence, you removed your sweater and jeans and slipped the black and white raglan shirt over your head. It reached about your mid thigh and it smelled woody and spicy, topped with a tinge of weed.

‘’How do I look?’’

Eddie turned around, his jaw almost dropping at the sight. He looked at you with admiration in his eyes and swiped his tongue over his plump lips, feeling his body react instantly. ‘’Are you trying to kill me? You know I can’t control myself when you wear that? It’s my weakness. I swear you woke up today and thought ‘ah today is a beautiful day to kill my boyfriend’.’’

You threw your head back laughing at his antics. His sarcasm and sense of humor were one of the things that seduced you first.

You sat on the bed and Eddie had to fight the envy to pull you on his lap and make out.

Instead he asked, ‘’What’s the plan? I’m no photographer, so you gotta guide me here.’’

‘’I’m gonna do pretty much all of the work. All you gotta do is check in the viewfinder, make sure I’m in frame, and push the button to take the picture.’’

He rolled his eyes. ‘’I know how to use a polaroid camera. I meant, how do I get the right shot? We only got five and I don’t want to mess up.’’

It was cute that he cared this much about the project. That he wanted all the pictures to look beautiful and sexy and not just…dirty - something to jerk off to. If he wanted pictures of that genre, he could just open one of his Playboy magazines under his bed.

The first picture was simple. Just you, sitting on the bed with Eddie's precious red electric guitar. Eddie's Hellfire club shirt was relaxed on your body and exposing most of your thighs as you sat cross-legged. Your hands and fingers were positioned as taught, making it seem like you were playing for real.

For the second one, you laid on your back against the pillows, still holding the guitar. The angle was changed, now exposing your underwear - and the hickey on your right inner thigh - to the camera while Eddie sat on the end of the bed, watching with hungry eyes. He felt his dick stiffening at the sight before him, causing his jeans to become tight and uncomfortable.

He reached for his belt to release some of the pressure down there, but you stopped him.

‘’Nuh-uh.’’ You shook your head. ‘’You take nothing off.’’

‘’Wha- That’s unfair! That was not part of the plan,’’ he began to protest. ‘’How can I sit there and watch you undress and do these sexy pictures if I don’t get to - at least - take my pants off? You know how you make my dick feel. One small peak of your tits and my pants are about to burst.’’

With a mischievous smile on your lips, you grabbed the bottom of your shirt and lifted it to flash him.

Eddie groaned painfully. ‘’You little devil.’’ The corner of his lips twitched and he grabbed your ankles. ‘’Get over here,’’ he said, pulling you down and closer to him, making you squeal and giggle.

Your shirt had ridden up due to the movement, exposing your under-boobs.

You didn’t bother fixing it.

Hesitantly, Eddie grabbed the camera. He searched your eyes for consent and pushed the button after getting a nod. This one was a little more on the dirty side, but a little glimpse was nothing too scandalous, right?

You heard the soft click and the polaroid was released. Eddie put it on the table to develop and sent the camera down again. He leaned over you, connecting your lips and slipping his tongue in. Your hands went to his hair, feeling his soft curls and pulling a little as the kiss deepened, while his snaked up your body and to your chest, the coldness of his silver rings making goosebumps raise on your skin. One of his thumbs brushed over the bud of your nipple, making you gasp softly into the kiss and arch your back.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling yourself closer and grinding down. His jeans were rough against your soft skin, but you did it again.

Eddie moaned at the feeling, breaking the kiss. ‘’If you do that again, we’ll never finish this shooting,'' he warned against your lips.

A part of you wanted to say 'fuck the shooting', your body craving his in all the possible ways, but another part wanted to continue playing model.

You captured his bottom lip between your teeth and pulled, teasing a little more before breaking away and taking the shirt off completely, leaving you topless.

Between your collarbones, there was a dainty silver chain with a small pendant of your lover's initial, matching Eddie's. Unlike your school's basketball players who lended their jersey or team jackets to their girlfriend to mark them as theirs, this jewelry represented that you were the only one who really knew the other.

He was about to kiss you again, thinking the shooting was over, but you grabbed the camera. ''Let's do the last two.''

‘’Are you sure?’’ Eddie asked with a puzzled look on his face, his eyes shifting from the camera to yours.

Although you had said no nudes - which Eddie was totally fine with and respected -, you wanted to take a topless picture. You felt confident enough and safe enough to take one. You trusted the hands in who it would be in.

‘’Yes.’’

Later into the night, after a shower and fixing something to eat, you took a look at the now developed pictures and smiled pleasantly at the result. They could’ve been better. The lighting was weird on two of them and you could see perfectly the handcuffs by Eddie’s bed - which you once used in bed -, but you made them together and that’s what made them special.

You took the one where you were clothed the most and handed it to Eddie, who was confused. ‘’That one you can keep in your van. You know, in case you need to show off your hot girlfriend.’’

He shook his head and grabbed the rest from your hands. ‘’Hell the fuck no. No one's going to see any of these. All mine.’’

-

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[munson-blurbs]

Single Dad!Eddie x Fem!ReaderSeries

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7

Summary: Now that you're on decent terms, Eddie can consider you a friend. Just a friend...right? (Takes place between chapters 5 and 6)

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI!), oral (m!receiving), p in v sex, masturbation (m)

WC: 1.1k

Eddie should’ve known that something was weird when he found himself back in his room in Wayne’s trailer. He hadn’t lived there since Harris was ten months old and he’d finally scrounged up enough money to move out, but here he is. His cherry red guitar rests on his lap as he strums absently, but the chords don’t sound right. They’re too tinny, too flat, too—

“Hey there, handsome.”

His gaze snaps to the doorway, sucking in a harsh breath as he takes in your form. You’ve got one arm leaning on the door frame, the other perched knowingly on your hip. Your blue dress—the same one you wore to the Hideout—clings to your every curve. 

“Whas’ the matter?” you coo, slowly walking towards him. “Cat got your tongue?” The guitar disappears as though it simply evaporated, and you straddle his waist with ease. “‘S too bad, ‘cause I was hoping to put it to good use.”

Your fingers brush over his belt, unlatching it with ease. Eddie moans as your lips press hungry kisses along the side of his throat, subconsciously wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer. “Fuck, baby, I need you,” he murmurs, rutting against you in a desperate attempt to relieve some of the pressure. 

He feels you nod as you move your hips in tandem with his, your lace panties grazing the rough denim covering his fly. He maneuvers himself out of his jeans, then his boxers, as you watch him with a grin. 

“‘S big,” you muse, bringing yourself to your elbows and taking him in your mouth. Eddie has to hold himself back before he loses all control; he doesn’t want this to end before it has to. The strap of your dress slides down your arm as you twist your hand around what won’t fit between your lips. The movement exposed your left breast, and he swears he’s died and gone to Heaven. 

“‘M almost there,” he mumbles, groaning loudly as you hollow your cheeks to deepthroat him. “Pretty girl, my pretty girl, you’re all mine.” The words leave his mouth before he can realize what he’s implied. 

You release his cock, shiny and slick from a mixture of his pre-cum and your saliva. “Yeah, Mr. Munson? ‘M all yours?” When he nods, you lick a stripe up the length of his shaft. “Are you all mine?” You look up at him with innocent eyes, awaiting his response. 

He doesn’t make you wait long, nodding again and adding, “all yours, fuck; I’m all yours.” He throws his head back, letting out choked, ragged breaths as you bring him closer and closer—

“And now, here’s Scott with sports at seven! Scotty, what do you have for us today?”

Eddie sits up with a jolt, haphazardly slamming on his clock radio until the overly chipper voices cease. It was just a dream. You weren’t his, and he wasn’t yours. He was still perpetual bachelor Eddie Munson, free to be with whomever he wanted. Not tied down. No strings attached. 

So why had the thought of belonging to you gotten him harder than he’d ever been in his life?

He grits his teeth as he tiptoes out to the bathroom, closing the door behind him and turning on the shower. He tries to distract himself while he waits for the water to warm up, wracking his brain for anything else to think about, but he can’t shake off the vision of your lips around his cock.

But why you? Jeez, he’d finally started to make things right with that Toni Braxton tape, and now he has to go and have a sex dream about you? A sex dream that’s given him a painfully hard erection? Jesus, why couldn’t it have been anyone else? Now when he sees you, he’s just going to picture what his subconscious dredged up. 

Ten minutes into his shower, the water is starting to run cold, but there’s still no sign of relief from his, uh, predicament. 

Fuck it, he thinks grimly, time to take matters into my own hands. Literally.

He wraps his fingers around his length, giving slow, languid tugs as he practically begs his own brain to conjure up any other scenario. Demi Moore in Ghost. Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman. Heather Locklear in Melrose Place. Hell, Ms. O’Donnell from Hawkins High! Anyone but Ms. Sweetheart.

Try as he might, Eddie can’t stop imagining you. The honey-sweet sound of your voice, the tender touch of your lips on his neck, the beautiful moans that make him tighten his grip and stroke faster. He slams his empty fist against the shower wall in pure frustration, wincing at the pain and at the potential for his son to wake up. Luckily, he doesn’t hear Harris stirring, and he shakes his head when he realizes that he has only one option.

Eddie bucks his hips, biting his lips in an attempt to muffle his own guttural groans as he gives into the fantasy. He imagines you sinking onto his cock slowly, whimpering with pleasure as he splits you open. The warmth of your pussy, the electricity flowing between you as you rest your hands on his chest; his instinctively on your ass to help you rock back and forth. Once you find a steady rhythm, he’ll move one hand so his thumb can press against your clit, rubbing it until you reach your climax. Chanting his name over and over, “Eddie, Eddie, right there; God, you’re so fucking good.”

Your walls clenching around him will bring him to his own finish, filling you with his cum until it spills out of you. Eddie feels his release–his real release–coating his hand as he grunts out a gruff, “fuuuuuuck!” This is usually where the fantasy ends and he washes himself off, but his mind continues to pursue your imaginary tryst. 

The tandem rocking will slowly cease as you both catch your breath. Eddie will be content to stay inside you forever, but you’ll pull yourself off of him and adjust your dress. The space between your eyebrows will crease as you search for something—your purse, maybe? 

And Eddie will…what? Tell you that it’s been fun and thanks for the good time? Make another empty promise to call? 

No. Dream Eddie will do it right. He’ll whisper against your kiss-swollen lips, “Please stay. You’re mine and I’m yours, remember?” And once you settle in next to him, he’ll assume the big spoon position, pressing gentle kisses to your shoulder blade until the two of you fall asleep, legs tangled up in each other. 

When Real Eddie finally switches off the shower, he’s sure of two things. One, he should’ve followed Dream Eddie’s lead in the first place. And two, he’s got a big, fat crush on Ms. Sweetheart.

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[silent-stories]

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘

Pairing: Eddie x F!Reader

Summary: One night you hear a noise and go to check, finding your neighbor talking to stray cats.

Warnings: a bit of fluff

It was late at night, but since you couldn't sleep, you were sitting on the picnic table in front of the trailer where you lived with your family.

Looking up to the sky you could see stars shining in the sky and some bats flying in circles.

You had always liked night and the calm atmosphere that created when everyone went to sleep and silence fell, you felt more at ease at night.

Just as you were about to go back inside, you heard a voice coming from behind one of the trailers. The Munson trailer, you recognized.

You and Eddie were in same math class but he'd only shown up twice since the beginning of the year, he'd taken a seat at the back of the class and you were pretty sure he'd spent the entire hour doing something else than paying attention.

Drawing, reading or preparing the next D&D campaign, maybe.

You'd never talked to Eddie, even though he was friends with Dustin and Mike,the kids you had babysat for years when they were younger, and even though he lived only a few feet away from you, but not for the same reason that most people at school didn't.

You knew what they said about him, that he was the leader of a satanic cult, that he made human sacrifices and that he was a "freak" but you never really believed it. Mostly because you were sure Dustin wasn't part of a cult but also because Eddie seemed like a good guy despite what everyone else at school (and in all Hawkings) thought.

Dustin once told you that Eddie was one of the only people who was nice to him at school, besides you.

You jumped off the table and headed for the source of the sound. You put a hand against the wall of the trailer and peered behind it to see what was going on.

The scene you faced was honestly some of the cutest shit I've seen in your entire life.

Eddie was sitting on the ground, lit by the dim light from a streetlight not far from him, a black and white cat was clambering onto his lap as Eddie ran his ringed fingers through its fur with a grin on his face.

He wore a red flannel shirt, the sleeves rolled up to the elbows showing the tattoos on his arms, and dark jeans.

His hair fell to the sides of his face as he leaned towards the cat, clearly he hadn't heard or seen you coming.

"Hey sweety" he said while the cat was purring "I'm sorry but today for you I only have some pizza crusts, tomorrow morning I'll bring you something else okay?"

You noticed the plastic plate containing the remains of what had probably been Eddie's dinner lying on the ground. In that moment another cat popped out from behind Eddie's back and rubbed against his arm emitting a soft "meow".

That one was much smaller than the other, he couldn't have been more than a few months old. The fur on its ears was so long for such a small cat that it looked like he had a pair of little horns.

“Hi to you too,” Eddie chuckled as his other hand stroked the space between its ears.

You didn't even realize you were standing there and watching the scene with a stupid smile on your lips.

The way a person treats animals says so much about them and at that moment Eddie was telling you that he were the least scary person on the face of the earth. And that he was sweet.

"That's cute." You said, finally getting his attention.

Eddie's head snapped in your direction and he suddenly leapt to his feet, nearly knocking the orange cat off his knees.

"Hey, uhm...I...." He stammered scratching the back of his head with one hand, almost as if he was embarrassed.

Oh. Was Eddie Munson embarrassed?

"What are you doing here?" He asked.

"I heard a sound and came to see what was going on." You explained and he just nodded like a kid caught stealing candy.

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone that the tough and metal Eddie Munson talks to cats." You added, and when he looked up and saw you laughing, he did the same.

The black and white cat walked towards you and rubbed against your leg. You crouched down to pet it.

"They don't have a house, or a family" Eddie explained. "And so they have no food. These two aren't the only ones, I know there are at least four others in this area. I try to leave as much food as possible back here but a lot of times I don't have enough for all of them."

They don't have a house, or a family, he tought. They were a bit like him, maybe that was why he cared so much for them.

When you took your hand away from the cat, he pushed his muzzle back against it. Eddie chuckled and you realized you liked the sound of his laugh.

"That's very nice of you. Do they have names?"

"I call her Ozzy." He said pointing to the cat next to you.

The black spots around the cat's eyes really looked like the dark glasses the Black Sabbath singer always wore, you realized.

Her name was spot on.

"And this is Angus" He nodded at the smaller cat who approached you and sniffed your hand reluctantly.

"Hi Angus." You said as he nibbled on your finger.

Eddie laughed as you tried to take your hand away from him.

"You have such cute little horns" you talked to the kitten, "And you're almost as small as the real Angus."

Eddie's face basically lit up. "There's no way you got the reference!"

"Ozzy Osbourne with his glasses and Angus Young with horns and his small stature? Try something harder."

If it was possible, Eddie smiled even more. "I didn't know you liked that kind of music."

"There are many things you don't know about me. We've never talked before." You said.

"Well, I'd like to do it more from now on. You're not what I thought." He confessed.

"And what did you think?" You asked.

"That you were like the others at school. But you're not." He said. Henderson wasn't wrong about you, after all.

"Did you think I was like the cheerledears? Should I be offended?" You asked, but your tone was playful. "Do you think they would dress like this?" You pointed to the ripped jeans that you had quickly put on before going out that night and the boots that you hadn't even zipped up.

He raised his hands in apology. "I humbly apologize, m'lady. Even the best make mistakes sometimes."

You laughed. "Well, you are as I thought." You said.

"Scary?" He asked, his voice changed slightly in tone. Most people think that of him at school. And not just at school. He knew how even in town people talked about him and sometimes he just pretended he didn't care about it.

You shook your head. "A good person."

The smile on his lips was back.

That's not metal. That's not metal at all, Eddie thought.

He'd been caught talking to cats, and now he was smiling like a stupid at a girl he barely knew.

No, definitely not metal. But that didn't stop him.

You stood up picking up Ozzy who was still on top of you and deposited her on the ground.

"I think we should go to sleep now. It must be almost 1 a.m." You announced as you watched the cats approach the plate of pizza crusts.

Eddie looked at the watch on his wrist. "Yeah, you're probably right."

"Well, then... see you in math class, if you'll ever decide to show up."

"Maybe, sooner or later." he shrugged. "Goodnight, Y/N."

"Night, Eddie." You walked up to your trailer and Eddie followed you with his eyes, you gave him one last look to see he was still smiling slightly, before going back inside.

That night, in your bed, the last thing on your mind before falling asleep was: you heard Eddie Munson call a cat "sweety".

In his bed Eddie thought maybe now he had a good reason to show up for math class.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fluff #stranger things fanfiction

[thefatedthoughtofyou]

Lost And Found

Okay so Steve comes over to Eddie's for some reason and finds the poor guy fucking FRANTIC. and he's trying to calm him down but Eddie is pacing back and forth and keeps looking under the trailer like he thinks something is under there, he just can't see it and Steve is starting to get worried when Eddie finally has a word vomit and is just like,

"She's gone Steve!!! I can't I can't find her. She was here last night!! She's so pregnant Steve. And there's blood on the carpet! She's having the kittens but she's gone!!! I don't know how she even-" he hickups and wipes at the tears on his cheeks, shoves his shaking hands into his hair.

Steve's heart melts when he finally understands what's happening. But Eddie just keeps chattering, his nerves so tight by now Steve just wants to hold him. But they aren't... they haven't... Steve wants to, but he's scared. So he listens to Eddie a little longer.

"How did she even get out??? The door was locked. And Wayne knows to watch for her. He'd have left a note if she got past him. I don't know what to do?! I had a little box for her and the babies and now she's gone what do I" he cuts off on a sob and Steve grabs his wrists to keep him from yanking on his hair. Soothes his thumbs over the soft hot skin there.

"Hey. Just breathe okay. What does she look like?" Steve cups his face, his hands being careful with the scars on Eddie's face, he knows they're still tender. Eddie sniffles and hiccups again, clearly doing his best to calm down, for Steve.

"She's a big fluffy orange cat. Huge tail." He rubs at his nose with his sleeve. Steve nods.

"Okay. Hold tight for a sec okay?" And he runs to Max's trailer, does his and Max's special knock. She answers almost immediately.

"Whats up?" She looks curiously over Steve's shoulder at Eddie. Her brows furrowed.

"You got some time to lend?" Steve asks, she looks back to him and nods, immediately  grabs her coat, and shoves her feet into her boots. They bound back over to Eddie. Her hand going to his arm

"What's up buttercup?" She asks, cheerful. It's unlike her, but it makes Eddie smile through his tears, and Steve knows that was the point.

"She's gone." Eddie whines, doesn't meet Max's eyes, ducks to look under the trailer again. Max's face moves straight to concerned

"Princess Fluffybottoms?" She asks, ducking to look too as Eddie nods .

"There was blood." Max sucks in a breath and hugs her arms around her to fight the chill.

"The babies." She says, looking to Steve. They frown and then nod to each other. Steve cups Eddie's elbow, wipes at his red cheeks with his sleeve.

"Go get your coat. We'll find her. I promise." Eddie sniffles again but stumbles up the stairs to get his coat.

And of course. That's not exactly a promise Steve can make. One he may not be able to keep. But he does. Well, Max does. About half an hour later. They hear her yell from across the trailer park.

"I GOT HER!!" Steve has never seen Eddie  move so fast. And he knows he shouldn't be running like that. His scars still cause him pain sometimes but Steve doesn't have the heart to stop him. Eddie yells over his shoulder for Steve to grab the box from the living room. He does as he's told.

When he finds them, box in hand. Eddie is sitting cross legged with Max pressed to his side. He's holding a huge fluffy orange cat to his chest, there's a bit of blood on her but it doesn't look to bad. Max has her hands gently cupping a small kitten. The big cat is clawing Eddie's shoulder, pulling him closer to her, not wanting him to let her go. Eddie is whispering to her, and Steve thinks he might actually turn into a puddle.

"Hey it's okay girl. I got ya. How'd you get out huh? I had that door locked tight." The cat nuzzles closer to him, Steve can hear her purring. He kneels down, lets Max put the kitten in the box while she stands. She takes it back to keep it warm as they walk inside. Steve helps Eddie up and they go back to the trailer. They settle her by the heating vent while she has the rest of her littler. Eddie laying on the floor right next to her, petting her softly as she mewls in pain a few times.

The kittens are all healthy, they're so small. Steve had never seen anything like it. And Eddie had been amazing. Just helping keep her calm. She bathed them and fed them and then they all fell alseep. The mama purring as Eddie laid there watching them for a moment. Max patted Steve's shoulder and headed for the door.

"Thanks Red." Eddie calls gently over his shoulder.

"Anytime sunshine. You let me know when I can come give those critters some love okay?" She says, smiling and giving Steve a salute as she leaves.

Eddie gets up a little bit later. Washes his hands. Changes his clothes. He asks Steve if he needs a change of clothes. But he hadn't been crawling under trailers the way Eddie had been for who knows how long before Steve turned up. Steve's sitting on the edge of the couch watching the kittens sleep when Eddie comes back. He sighs and sits down next to Steve.

"They're so small." Steve whispers. And then leans back. He glances to the side and sees Eddie nodding. A small smile starting to curl his lips.

"Sorry I freaked you out." Eddie says, glancing at Steve and biting his lip.

"Dont be." Steve says, too serious, he knows. But today was... so fucking Eddie. He turns on the couch to face Eddie. His arm moving to rest on the back of the couch. He moves his fingers slowly into Eddie's hair. Steve's breath catches as Eddie's eyes flutter shut at the touch.

"Don't ever be sorry for how much you care. Okay?" He moves his knuckles across Eddie's forehead, down over his cheek, the skin there is still pink from being out in the cold. Eddie nods, softly, sweetly, his eyes blinking open to look at Steve.

"Thank you."

Steve nods, feeling awkward. He hadn't done anything. And then eddie grabs his free hand. The one he'd left resting on his thigh, he squeezes.

"I'm serious. Thank you." He puts emphasis on it.

"I- for what?" Steve hadn't meant to say that. He'd opened his mouth to say you're welcome. Eddie's brow furrows but he doesn’t move his head. A part of Steve deep inside tells him maybe he doesn't move because he doesn't want Steve to stop touching him. But the way he's looking at him, all open, and maybe a little sad. It makes Steve move a little, feeling self-conscious. Eddie moves. Finally. His fingers curling around Steve's wrist and pressing. Hard.

"For caring too. About... everything. About the kids. About the cat. About... me." His teeth dig into his lip again, and Steve's heart thumps in his chest as Eddie presses closer, their noses brushing.

"Is this okay?" Eddie asks, nervous. Steve can hear it. And he can't have that. He turns his hand in Eddie's grip, curls his fingers around Eddie's wrist. Mirroring his grip and breathes,

"Yes." Against Eddie's mouth as he closes the distance between them. Finally.

The kiss is short. And sweet. And soft and warm. The perfect kiss after the day they've had. Eddie pulls away first, smiles a big dopey smile at Steve before tucking his face into Steve's neck, holding him close.

Steve laughs into Eddie’s shoulder. Both of them giddy from the nerves of the day and the release of finding the cat and kitten and getting to safety and warmth.

They fall asleep like that. Next to the box of sleeping kittens, tangled together on the couch. They wake up covered in a blanket, both of them smiling as they watch Wayne cooing down at the babies in the box.

@friendly-jester said something very clever here in our messages about some of the party taking the kittens home and such which prompted this little ending:

Max obviously gets first pick! And Eddie keeps two. Because Steve says "no thank you." and he knows it's because his parents would flip their shit if they found it, even though Steve doesn't say that.

So the next time he comes to Eddie's after the babies have all been housed Eddie is like,

"I have something for you." As he's sitting on the couch, his kitten curled up on his shoulder under a blanket of his hair. And Steve says,

"oh yeah?" All suspicious. And Eddie nods to a shoe box on the table. Steve lifts the lid with one finger, waiting for something to jump out at him or something, but he gets the lid off and a little, mostly white, kitten just pokes it's head up slowly and blinks at him all sleepy before letting out the softest meow as it looks up at him.

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[munsoninthedark86]

Kinktober 2022 Day 8: Threesomes(Three's A Crowd? Nah)

warnings: smut, threesome, unprotected sex, Steddie!, mentions of alcohol and weed, fellatio, vaginal fingering, swearing pairings: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader x Eddie Munson/ Steddie x Fem!Reader word count: 1.7k

The three of you sit in the living room of Eddie’s trailer. You’re seated on the floor, your back against the couch. Eddie sits on the armchair and he is sipping his beer. Steve has just returned to the room, two beers in his hand. He throws you yours, and you catch it with ease. It’s been a good few months since Eddie’s close call in the upside down. You were so fucking worried about him when they all returned without him. But Dustin had begged and pleaded for someone to go save Eddie, and you and Steve ended up being the ones to save the metalhead.

“Ahh, what a great way to spend Saturday night.” You croon softly.

Eddie laughs, “What? Drinking my beer and smoking my weed?”

You scoff, “And who saved your ass?”

Steve frowns as he begins drinking his beer. He knows that you’re teasing one another, but he was so afraid of losing either one of you when you and Steve went to save Eddie. The worst thoughts and scenarios went through his mind when he realized he might never see the charming dungeon master ever again. He’d have to console you. But now, with the two of you here, maybe Steve can finally tell you how he feels about the two of you.

“Fine fine,” Eddie ceases his jabbing. “You’re both welcome to my beer and my weed.”

You smirk, “Awhh thanks Eds!”

He blushes at your nickname for him, “anything for you, dollface.”

You look over at Steve, who seems incredibly lost in thought. You don’t want to interrupt the thought process, but you are a little concerned. So you lean up and sit on the couch with Steve, and you place a hand on his shoulder. He jumps a little from the touch, but he’s happy that it’s just you. Steve has been through so much in the last few years, he has grown a little jumpy.

“Cat got your tongue, babycakes?” You ask him, your tone flirty.

He sighs before chugging half his beer, “No. I’m just so happy that you two are alive.”

You smile, “Hear that, Eds? He’s happy we are alive.”

Eddie laughs, “Awhh Harrington! I didn’t know you felt that way about me.”

But something snaps inside of Steve, he is ready to bare his soul to both of you. A near death experience to one of his favorite people will do that to him. He leans over to you and he presses a gentle kiss to your lips. You’re rendered speechless, and Eddie isn’t really sure what to say either. The kiss deepens a little and you come closer to Steve. Eddie feels something deep down inside of him growing. Watching Steve kiss you is proving to be almost a little too much.

“What’s going on, Harrington?”

Steve is a little breathless when he pulls away from the kiss, “Look when you were down there…in the upside down, it practically wrecked the both of us, Eddie. Now that you’re back, and you’re both safe…I just want to show you what you both mean to me.”

Steve doesn’t hesitate to pull you onto his lap. He begins kissing you once more, and you can feel his love and passion coming out with every little move he makes. He’s gentle when he pushes some of your hair out of your face. It’s not long before Eddie comes to sit next to the both of you.

“Yeah? You were that worried for me, huh?” Eddie asks him, and he reaches down to take Steve’s hand in his.

“Like you wouldn’t fucking believe, Munson.”

This warms your heart. You’ve always had a crush on Eddie, and when you met Steve, you were immediately drawn to him. You knew of him, but you were never formally introduced until last year. Steve was charming and sweet and you could tell he has changed a lot since he “king” Steve.

You can’t keep your eyes off the pair. Steve leans in a little closer to Eddie, and soon he closes the gap between the two of them. Eddie lets out a sweet moan when they begin making out. You are truly mesmerized by the sight.

“Shit,” Eddie says breathlessly. “You are such a good kisser, Harrington.”

Steve smirks, “Yeah, I’ve got a lot of practice.”

This prompts you to pull Steve in for a kiss. His hands come up to tangle in your hair as you begin to grind against him. This leaves Eddie a little impatient, so when he gets his chance, he pulls you onto his lap and you begin kissing him.

“Fuck baby,” Eddie moans. “Feels like we’re in high school all over again. ‘Member when we used to sneak off in third period to have a quickie in the forest? Mmm, fuck your little pussy was so good back then.”

You slap his chest playfully, “And it’s not good now?”

Steve and Eddie share a mischievous glance. You’re almost a little worried about what they have planned, but you don’t have much time to react before Eddie gets up and throws you over his shoulder. Steve is following behind you two. Eddie brings you into his bedroom and he tosses you onto the bed. It’s not long before he’s crawling on top of you.

“Let’s see if her little pussy is still good, Harrington.”

Steve watches from the doorway for a few moments. Eddie begins undressing you, and he caresses your body wherever he finds exposed skin. His cold metal rings feel so soothing on your hot body. Steve finally comes into the bedroom and he leans down to kiss you. While Eddie continues undressing you and exploring the rest of your body, Steve is playing with your tits.

“You are so fucking adorable,” Eddie mutters as he finally pull

You’re blushing now, “Don’t say shit like that.”

Eddie moans as he parts your thighs. You're so sticky and so wet. His tongue pokes out of his mouth as he is practically drooling at the sight of your glistening pussy. He takes a few moments to adjust his rock hard cock in his jeans before leaning back in to inhale your sweetness. Steve groans when he sees the full sight of you naked.

“Jesus,” Eddie grunts. “Fuck you’re just as beautiful as the day I fell in love with you.”

You giggle, “Yeah? When did you fall in love with me?”

Eddie blushes, “The day we met.”

Steve coos at your softness. He never knew how deeply infatuated you two were with each other. Steve leans in to kiss Eddie, and Eddie groans. All of this pleasure is going to culminate into something very passionate and explosive soon. When Eddie pulls away from Steve, this is when Steve takes his chance and begins kissing you.

“He’s right. You are as beautiful as the day I fell in love with you,” Steve confesses. “You’re both beautiful.”

The two of them get off the bed and help each other strip. Your mouth is watering as you watch them begin making out. Steve reaches down to begin stroking Eddie. Eddie squeaks but that soon turns into a guttural moan.

“You’re so cute, Munson.” You quip, and he flips you off.

Steve guides Eddie to join you on the bed. Steve kneels in front of your face and he begins stroking his thick cock. You feel yourself get even more wet; aroused and left wanting from watching Eddie and Steve. You let out a surprised moan when you feel Eddie’s fingers at your entrance.

“How about we find out just exactly how good she is together?” Steven asks Eddie, and Eddie nods his head eagerly.

“Oh fuck yeah,” Eddie grunts. “I love that big brain of yours, Harrington.”

Steve chuckles, “I’ve had a few good ideas in my day.”

You’re about to say something when Steve pushes the head of his cock to your lips. You whine softly before suckling on it, making him groan. Eddie watches in a daze, all while rubbing your clit so teasingly. Soon he can’t help himself, and he grasps his cock. It twitches against your pussy and he thrust it between your soaked folds.

“Just fuck her already, Munson. Show her you meant it when you said you love her.”

Eddie smiles softly, “You’re right.”

The metalhead slips into you slowly, whining at how tightly your walls are clamping down on him. When he’s bottomed out and his balls are plush against your ass, it’s only now that Steve begins thrusting into your mouth. The two of them work in tandem; coaxing you towards your release. Eddie’s long cock keeps rubbing up against your sweet spot, making you see stars.

“Shit, you feel good.” Eddie moans, and Steven grunts in response.

“Good little mouth on her,”

This makes you blush. You are having a hard time not choking on Steve’s thick cock, but he keeps praising you. These soft words fall from his mouth, while Eddie can only grunt nonsense between his panting and whining. If he was with anyone else, he’d be so embarrassed to sound like that. But with the two of you, he knows he can feel safe.

Eddie’s long fingers trail down your body, stopping only to begin rubbing your clit in sloppy circles. You moan around Steve’s cock, making him shudder at the wonderful vibrations that pass right through his cock. He doesn’t know if he’ll actually be able to hold on for much longer.

“Fuck,” Eddie whines. “Fuck fuck fuck, I’m gonna fucking cum if she keeps squeezing me with that cunt of hers.”

Steve moans, “Yeah, I’m close too.”

Eddie looks down at you, “You close too, baby?”

With the nod of your head, the two men begin doubling down on their efforts. It’s not long before your walls begin wildly fluttering, and you are shuddering and shaking. Steve moans as his balls tighten first, and you and Steve fall off the edge together. Eddie isn’t long after, cumming hard with loud curses falling from those pretty lips.

Warmth fills you as Eddie and Steve both paint your inside white. You swallow every last bit of Steve’s cum as your cunt receives Eddie’s hot load. As they both come down, they pull out of you gently. Steve lays beside you as Eddie goes to the bathroom to get you something to clean you up with.

Steve pulls you closer, “I’m so glad I didn’t lose you. I’m glad I didn’t lose either of you.”

#munsoninthedark.writes #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington #steddie #steddie x fem!reader #stranger things #stranger things x reader #kinktober 2022

[forevermore-quoth-the-kitten]

Soul Animal Obey Me AU

MC arrives in the Devildom but it's without their animal, the animal that represents their soulmate. Diavolo quickly makes it right, but the animal in question is a bit shocking.

Lucifer

when you race to the trailer with your soul animal, he's beyond shocked to see the beautiful black mustang that comes out. its eyes are red and one look tells Lucifer that it's a piece of himself.

he knows that must mean the sweet and hard headed horse he's had for the last -goodness he's lost track of the years-. but it doesn't matter, that's you, your soul animal as much as its his.

Lucifer takes it upon himself to escort you and your steed to the stables. he doesn't even get all of the way there before your horse snorts and calls out, the returning sound one he knows well. you're both left still as he gets out of your grip and somehow his beautiful ride had escaped it's stall.

you both end up having to corral them into a pasture together since they refuse to move apart.

"would you like to talk? say, at a cafe, parhaps? i know a good one nearby." yeah . . . that sounds like a good idea, you apparently have a lot to discuss.

Mammon

the dog that tackles you and you hug tight right back feels oddly familiar. he's not sure what's going on until you tell them that it's a golden retriever even though its coat is pure white. and oddly enough, it's not because it's an albino, its eyes are deep blue in color.

mammon's breath catches and he finds himself locking eyes with the dog, who quickly gets excited and tries to drag you into the house, barking.

he's running off to his room, hoping he's not wrong, to find his own dog barking and whining on the other side of the door. the minute he opens it, it takes off and he's running to find you stand there shell shocked as the two fall together, yipping and rubbing on each other.

good luck separating them. ever. the only difference between Mammon and doggo mammon is that the dog doesn't have any reservations or tsundere tendencies (most of the time)

Leviathan

Levi really couldn't care less about this human, much less a human normie. but he needs you to get a pact with Mammon so he can have his money back.

but he's still beyond shocked when he finds you late to your night meet up in the kitchen! he needed you, but checking his phone, you never even saw his texts! stupid human normie, making him go find you- are in the fucking pool?

who goes to the pool this late- oh, didn't lucifer say your soul animal was a sea animal? yeah, something about not having a proper tank yet in your room so the pool had been temporarily renovated for it. you're probably visiting it. he gets that, his animal is . . . a . . .

Levi's brain blue screens as he sees you in a swimsuit playing with an octopus, grinning wide as it clings to you.

once he reboots he flails and turns bright red, surprising you, but he found himself grabbing you, octopus still on your arm, to drag you to his room where he lets you see the small octopus in his tank playing with Henry. both end up in his tank and he's just too shocked to say much.

at least until you admit to the clue Lucifer gave you about Mammon's credit card, then its back on the mission!

. . . The embarrassing stuff can come later.

Satan

a cat? your soul animal is a cat? wonderful! he's overjoyed and makes sure hes there when you're called down to come get it.

he was not expecting the sheer size of it, thats no house cat, its a wild cat.

not only that, but the hissing and angry blond thing that shot out at you, curled up against you and hissed at the very large carrier, green eyes furious. well it shocked him.

you're trying to calm it and he watches, unmoving as your pets and soft words quickly calm its rage- no, its pure wrath.

the bobcat calms under your touch and he finally regains his composure when it growls at Lucifer when he came close. one glance at its eyes as he approaches tells Satan all he needs to know.

he doesn't bother offering it his hand, only smirks at you and asks if you think your bobcat would like to meet his, leaving you spluttering at the meaning behind the words.

once the pair of cats meet, a bit after you'd recovered from the shock, they get along swimmingly and the blonde soul cat of him lays as yours starts grooming him, listening to a recording of an audiobook Satan played.

after they're settled down in their room, he decides its only appropriate to take you out to a cat cafe to talk.

Asmodeus

the little thing in the carrier Lucifer has in whining so sadly, Asmo feels sad hearing it. you rush over and quickly take it, opening the cage and taking out the upset little fox inside.

Asmo's shocked but is the fastest to recover after seeing what was clearly a piece of himself in a different form. he simply watches at first though.

he watches you comfort it from it's traumatic journey to you from the human realm and your'e calling Lucifer a meanie for being so uncaring about its comfort.

hes very happy you treat this adorable fox so well, and a few questiosn about him tells Asmo all he needs to know. he invites you to his room later to get some new ribbon to dress your fox up in and you accept the offer.

you have no idea that his own fox is in his room until the foxes are chittering and playing together and he's standing at your back, purring in your ear an apology and an 'oh, did i not mention that?'

he won't do anything you're not comfortable with but you don't leave his room for a while as you, at the very least, talk about your pets and how you've spent years pampering them.

Beelzebub

he's glad you've gotten your soul animal, he'd be super upset if he ever had to be without his. it's a super sweet dog but its been sad since belphie left, so it tends to stick around their room and you don't go in their room.

you think its nice his soul animal cares about his twin as much as it cares about him, and you're glad Beel's decided to wait with you for it to come.

Beel's eating when you gasp and nearly chokes on his food when he spots the large dog coming around the corner.

he watches as you hug and pet the happy big absolutely giant dog and Diavolo, who'd been holding its leash, asks what it is.

you say its a belgian malenois, and he's coughing again. you look worried but he's blushing as he gives you a little grin and admits that he can sense and smell you your soul animal is actually a piece of him and that his dog looks a lot like you.

you don't quite believe him until he accidentally destorys a wall in your room and you end up in his, at which pint your dogs are best friends and the dog version of him is sharing its food with the dog version of you.

Beel's overjoyed when you start to get closer as a result. he finds that he doesn't mind sharing his food with you too after getting to know you.

he's beyond horrified when his dog is whining and obviously hurting before going limp, just barely not dead. hes far more shocked and angry when he finds Belphie in the house and dragging your almost-corpse behind him, grinning all the while.

Belphegor

Belphie's cat is the only one who knew where Lucifer had trapped him.

Lucifer had tried three times to kick the cat out and change the barriers to stop it, either trapping it in with Belphie or keeping it our entirely, but every time it managed to get past them. so instead Lucifer let it be.

belphie was glad, beel would help him, his other brothers probably would, but that was if any of them knew he was there. only his cat knew he was there.

he was glad though, his cat was the one who was always there for him.

he was beyond shocked though to wake up one day, bored, to hear purring, and he was even mroe shocked to find a cat with purple purple, the tips of its long fur tinged in white, laying with his cat and purring at it.

there was no dman way! its couldn't be! he was going to kick the cat out, refusing to beleive it, but his cat stopped him. Belphie was shocked, his cat had never hissed at him or been angry with him before! but now it was, it was angry and protecting this- this other cat.

after that, no matter how much it hurt him or how upset it made him cat, he ignored the cat.

eventually though, the new human found their way to him, and he decided to use that to his advantage. he didn't care, but you clearly cared about helping him, so he convinced you to help him.

he honestly never believed you'd be able to do it, but in the end he woke up and found you there, the door open, and he opened his arms. you went in for a hug, just like he knew you would.

he's whispering in your ear as you struggle to breath when a soft thump and painfully weak meow drags his attention to the cat that had fallen off his bed. his cat. the cat . . . that looked like you, as much as the other cat looked like . . . him.

human- humans killed lilith, he hated them and he wanted you dead . . . but that was his cat unable to breathe and he was watching it die. he was killing it himself- Belphie let go and scrambled back from you in a panic.

the reality of everything he'd been denying finally set in, and tears fell from his cheeks as he watched and didn't even turn when he heard steps and wings ruffling as they rushed up the stairs. he hears Lucifer in the doorway behind him but didn't move. couldn't move.

"I killed my soulmate." he breathed before breaking down and sobbing, clawing at his carpet. Lilith would hate him for this, he just knew it.

and then you melt away into dust and he can't breathe, but a meow and cat in the form of himself grabs his attention and he follows it as it leads him out, Lucifer at his back, until it leads him to a room with Barbatos, you, and his cat.

he'll never hurt you again, he'll never let anything hurt you again, just please don't hate him.

the fact that you forgave him and loved him despite what he did to you is something he'll never take for granted.

Part 2 with the Datables

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me x mc #soul animals #soul connection #i regret nothing #. . . ok i regret a little bit #belphie and beel #i am so sorry #i stand corrected #i fucking forgot mammon's eyes were blue for a hot second #shit #babe i am so sorry

[spaghettiddy]

For tonight and everything

♡ Eddie Munson x reader ♡

Summary: Eddie needs your help to wash his precious hair after a tumultuos night out.

C/W: fluff, hurt/comfort, Eddie feels a little insecure and needs reassurance, alcohl, tipsiness, gn!reader.

A/N: I wasn’t expecting this to be sad but I did listen to I bet on losing dogs by Mitski on repeat writing it. Enjoy :)

Eddie hasn't drunk to the point of needing to be physically supported, but he does need supervision, so you follow him from a few steps behind as he shuffles down the suburban streets after leaving Steve's house. You watch with a tired smile as he makes grabby hands to a cat and proceeds to flip it off beacuse, understandably, it ran away from him.

Robin really shouldn't have tried to climb on top of that table while holding her beer. Clumsy as she is, she lost her balance when Blondie came on and spilled half of the can on Eddie. Who of course was an accomplice, cheering her on and offering his head as a support for Robin's climb.

Now half of his curls are smushed and dripping beer and at least two of the layers of his signature metal attire are damp and smell of booze.

As soon as the trailer door closes behind you Eddie goes for his bed, planning to fall asleep as soon as his head misses the pillow and hits anything soft. But you stop him before he can get to his room grabbing him by the shoulders and redirecting him to the bathroom.

"No no no. You have to at least wash your hair and get into something more comfortable and less wet before we get in bed," you explain, once again following him from behind with your hands still on his shoulders.

He groans reluctant and turns around. You can really see the tipsiness in his big eyes turning into tiredness.

"Ok. But you do it," he says weakly poking your chest with his index.

"What? Wash your hair?" His hair is a sacred thing. He has his routine and products and permission is needed to touch them so this is a surprise to you.

"Yeah. 'm too tired." He was already kicking off his shoes and taking off his shirt.

"Oh... okay. But it's going to be just shampoo and conditioner. You can do your usual stuff in the morning."

He kneels next to the green bathtub and adjust himself so that his his dark hair falls inside of it, it's so lo g the tips brush the bottom. He answers giving a thumbs up and waits for you to turn the water on.

You grab the shower head and adjust the water temperature then start washing Eddie's hair.

The curls get heavier like his eyelids and looser like his shoulders. Despite the uncomfortable position, thanks to your sweet touches sleepiness is really getting to him.

You can hear his little moans and grunts over the water, even a little "Yes, right there" as you massage the shampoo onto his scalp. White suds cover his head and the sweet smell of green apple fills the air of the small bathroom of the same color.

By the time your spreading the conditioner on his lengths you think he has fallen asleep if it wasn't for the warm hand rubbing up and down your leg.

Once you're done Eddie doesn't even open his eyes while you wrap a towel around his head, still lost in the blissful state he fell in with you taking care of him. Mutual touches and familiar scents grounding him at the end of an eventful night.

When he finally opens them he sees your tired expression and suddenly feels guilty. You're back and legs must be sore from bending over him and you can't hold back a yawn as you stand to tidy up.

Mixed feelings of adoration and guilt wash over him. He reaches for your leg and nudges you to move closer to him, still sat on the cold tiles. When you're close enough he rests his forehead on your thigh.

"That tired huh?" you ask. "Come on Eddie, get up. You're getting my pants wet"

"I'm sorry," he mutters in your leg.

"It's nothing just-'

When he finally looks up at you through his eyelashes his expression worries you.

"I'm sorry," he repeats. "I'm sorry for your pants and for tonight and everything -his tone gets louder and more frustrated - I'm sorry for alway stinking up the room and your clothes with my cigarettes, for the loud music, the stupid hobbies. Im sorry for people looking at you weird when we hold hands and I'm sorry you have to be here in this stupid bathroom with an idiot covered in beer and-and..."

"Oh no no Eddie, don't say that. Where is all this sadness coming from?" You're the one sounding distressed now.

He cranes his head up, just then realizing how tight he was olding onto you. An unconscious attempt to keeping you close or bracw himself during the unexpected ramble. He's already regretting what he said, already sorry again.

"Hey, hey. Look at me." You lower yourself to be next to him and take his face in your hands. He feels so solid under your touch: light skin, familiar little scars, the opposite of how he's feeling.

His eyes don't lose yours for a second from the moment they open, anxiously waiting as if you could have something horrible to tell him in response.

"Eddie," you begin in a soft voice, "you know you have nothing to be sorry for." You take a deep breath.

"It's nothing. My pants, the music, the smoke, the beer, nothing. And Eddie, those people looking. I don't care, I can't or I would do half the things I really want to do. I want to hold your hand. I want to wash your hair because you had a bit too much fun with our friends - a chuckle escapes you as you recall the image of everyone laughing and having a deserved night of fun and you can feel some of the tension leaving him, probably thinking of the same thing - and I want to be here."

"You do?"

"Yes. Here. In this stupid bathroom."

"But why?" He scoffs and you have to shake his sarcastic smile by holding his cheeks with more conviction.

"Because you're here Eddie"

He doesn't even really know what to say. He feels like even "I love you" is nothing compared to what you're trying to tell him. That you just want to be where he his, despite the smoke, the hobbies, despite the beer, stupid people. Despite everything, you want to be on the cold bathroom floor with his forehead pressed against yours and his hair dripping on you, with water this time.

So he doesn't say anything for once. He takes your hands in his and smiles, no sarcasm, no smugness.

Seeing him feeling better you kiss him on the cheek where your hand was and get up.

You reach your hands out to him to help him up and once he's up he pulls you in a tight hug and showers you in the warmest and softest kisses. Eddie’s best version of a “thank you”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things fluff #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson headcanons #fluff #flufftober #eddie munson hurt/comfort #hurt/comfort #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson x gender neutral reader

[wynnyfryd]

Trailer park Steve AU part 11

part 1 | part 10 | ao3

cw: period-typical homophobic language, explicit sexual content (if you are under 18 then kindly GO ON NYOW GIT come back when you grow your first gray pube)

It feels crazy, after all that, to just get up and face the day. Feels like last Fall all over again: he’s concussed in the back of class getting bagel crumbs on a worksheet with his face still pulverized. There’s a gross pang in his chest as he goes about his morning routine, his heart all squishy and bruised like some dickhead smashed a plate over it, but whatever, he guesses. Public education and minimum wage wait for no one.

Robin grills him the whole car ride: “Oh, my god, is he okay?? Is he alive? Is your mom okay? What the hell, Steve?” and he lets her ramble with wide, worried eyes; doesn’t even get to the part about Eddie. When they pull up to the school she gets out of the car and comes around to his side, knocks on his window and leans in when he rolls it down to give him a ridiculously long hug.

"Robinnn," he grumbles; his face is mashed against her boobs. "People are gonna think we're dating."

She bends to hug him tighter still, her bony ass hanging out his window where the whole school can see. "I'd date you in a second."

"You've literally said that you wouldn't."

"Platonically, I would!!"

She gives him one last squeeze, and he watches her waddle off, trumpet case awkwardly smacking her calves.

And then he just... goes to work. He goes to stand around a nearly empty store and pretend like he even has any work to do, restocks the already full displays of candy and buffs the countertops until they shine. Three hours in and he's run out of ways to look busy and Keith is “doing admin stuff” in the back, so he gives his mom a call. Makes sure she's okay; did she eat anything yet; any updates on Ernie?

She’s fine, she's not hungry, he's alive but that's all they know for now, her tone distantly polite like Steve's nothing more than a friendly cold caller.

He shoves his fingers in his eyes ’til he sees stars when they hang up.

He calls the Henderson house next, leaves a message to apologize for skipping out early, promises that he'll be there next Wednesday and he can bring dessert this time. There’s a lunch rush after that, but the day still drags like a bad hangover, a dull throbbing in his bones, and when he finally gets home he collapses onto his bed and passes out on top of the covers with his dumb work vest still on.

—

Eddie's acting weird.

Steve sees him again on Friday, spots him and his uncle having a smoke out on the porch and wanders over to say hello. Wayne seems happy enough to chat; gives him all the news on Ernie — "Bastard's unkillable," he says, almost impressed. He’s stable now, should be home any day.

Eddie, on the other hand, spends the entire interaction behaving like a skittish cat, eyes darting to and from Steve, leg jiggling as he quietly puffs his cig.

Steve half expects him to slink off and come back to drop a dead mouse at his feet.

He feels his brows knit together, agitation creeping in. It's not like he thought they'd be best friends after a single night of ceasefire or anything — as if they'd start braiding each other's hair and trading their deepest, darkest secrets or whatever queer shit — but like…

He thought they might be cool now. At least a little bit.

And Eddie's not being rude to him, exactly, but that's somehow even worse. The polite disinterest. The subtle shift to the left. Back and away.

“Okay, well, uh...” Steve glances at Eddie, who's looking anywhere but him. Fucking fascinated by a loose thread on his ripped jeans, apparently, plucking at it with anxious fingers. “See ya around, I guess?”

Wayne says not be a stranger, and Eddie gives him a quick nod. “See ya.”

Steve grinds his teeth about it for the rest of the afternoon, then decides, like, screw this. It's a Friday night; he's not sitting around sulking all evening because Eddie Munson hurt his feelings.

He calls up a girl — some pretty blonde chick he remembers from the cheer squad — and sets up a date for later that night. Takes her to the drive-in, buys her a vanilla shake. The date's fine; it's good; it's fine. She's pretty enough, and she offers to suck him off when the main feature starts.

It’s not a good blowjob. Arguably one of the worst ones Steve’s had, and he’s had quite a few. She keeps gagging herself with these gross squelching sounds, barely getting even half of his dick in her tiny mouth and not bothering to use her hands to make up the difference. Just leaves them resting on Steve’s thighs while she makes fake whimpering moans like she’s sooo turned on by this; fucking as if; and somewhere in the middle of her repetitive, sloppy bobbing his mind starts to wander off. To the trailer, to the lot fees, the fucking pharmacy bills. Their ever-dwindling savings and what percentage of them he just wasted on this lackluster movie night; surely they’re gonna run out any day now; tick tock, tick tock.

"Um," the girl squeaks as she pulls off with a gross slurp. Steve looks down at his lap, sees he's gone soft. "Am I, like, doing something wrong, or...?"

Her voice is high and quiet, innocent and sweet, and Steve feels like an asshole. He squeezes himself at the base, gives a few quick strokes to get himself up again. "No, you're perfect, honey," he lies. "Stick out your tongue for me?"

She bats her eyes demurely and rolls over onto her side, gives him some kind of sexy pout before opening her mouth so he can jerk off over her. Steve works his wrist; tries not to be rude and look away, but her colors are all wrong. Strawberry hair. Blue irises. He squeezes his eyes shut, moves his hand faster and thinks of dark brown. Dark hair, dark lashes, dark eyes like the deep woods. Endless. Sort of mesmerizing. Nancy? "Oh, fuck," he gasps as he comes.

The girl squeals and jerks away from him, hands flying to her face. "Oh, my god! Oh, my god! You got it in my nose!"

"Sorry,” Steve grunts, shuddering through an aftershock. There’s cum on his hand, on his pants; all over this poor girl’s face. He thinks he got some in her eyelashes. "Shit, sorry, let me, uh—"

He leans over and rifles through the glove box, trying to find a napkin for her. No dice. Best he can do is an old McDonald's wrapper with a grease stain on the side. "Here, does— does this work?"

“Ew!”

“Sorry, I mean it’s that or my shirt, but then I’d have to drive you home shirtless, so-”

“Ugh,” she gives him a bitchy look. Tries to, anyway. One eye is glued shut. “Just give me that, please.”

His limp, spitty cock is still hanging from his pants when he passes her the wrapper. Flaccid and sad, like a white flag of surrender, and a bubble of hysterical laughter slips out. A choked burst of it, a pufferfished pfffft as it explodes past his lips. He’s not sure if it's the orgasm or the ridiculousness of the situation or if he's just plain lost his mind, but the girl glares at him, which...

There's still a glob of jizz on her cheek, so it doesn’t help matters much.

"I think you should take me home."

"Y-yep. Sorry. Yeah."

“Like now.”

Steve tucks himself into his jeans.

—

part 12

tagging whoever commented yesterday if your settings will let me @slutforcoffein @annabanannabeth @rani-mayida @awolfstudio @noodle-shenaniganery @yourmom-isgay @zombiecreatures @anne-bennett-cosplayer @thestarslittleking @evillittleguy @acedorerryn @messrs-weasley @bronwenmarie @lololol-1234 @estrellami-1 @jaytriesstuff @space-invading-pigeon @violetsteve @ahsokatanoss @slowandsteddie @zoeweee @silver-snaffles @eddie-munsons-missing-nipple @thealwithnoname @cinnamon-mushroomabomination @hellion-child @stevesbipanic @trensu @steves-strapcollection @hotluncheddie

#trailer park steve au #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #wayne munson #claudia henderson #st fic #my writing #my fic

[vvvrrroooomm]

Stuff in Stranger Things that breaks me

Dustin’s hair in season 4 is based off Steve’s

Angela’s hair is made to make you hate her (look it up)

Netflix fully embraced Mom Steve

Lucas biked 8 miles (about 12874.8 meters) to warn Dustin Jason was after him and Eddie (which would have taken him at least 35 minutes)

Steve drove Dustin to the snowball even after they were done with fighting monsters (momentarily)

“Do you know where he is? We were supposed to go out.” “Go out? I see he’s taken a step down from Max.”

Pretty much every line Erica Sinclair has ever delivered

The blue hair tie that has been passed from Sara -> Hopper -> Eleven

Hoppers badge number adds up to eleven (380)

Sadie outright telling everyone all the fan theories about the gravestone in the trailer are wrong and that it’s just a production error

The fact that Argyle was the only one acting appropriate about the dead agent Will, Mike and Jonathan are burying

El’s first reaction after seeing Dustin for the first time after disappearing at the end of season one is pointing out he has teeth 🥺🥺

“Crazy together”

The actual meaning behind why the Duffers chose ‘Deal with God’ as Max’s song (don’t search it up it hurts)

Curiosity quite literally killed the cat in season 2

Erica came to (almost) all of Lucas’ games

Steve in the background cheering Lucas on at his final basketball game

Nancy just sawing off the barrel of the shotgun in front of a child

Dustin gave Wayne the only thing left of Eddie, since the RV was destroyed, even though he misses him just as much and was practically forced to watch him die

All the cracks meet at the library, which is where Hopper and Joyce found Will in season 1

The smoke rising from the cracks resembles the Mind Flayer

The Russian government literally knows Dustin’s full name and nothing has happened

Brenner dying in the gayest pose ever

Dustin and Steve’s handshake (please let it make another appearance I love it so much)

Robins shoes that say “won’t go down in history but will go down on your sister”

“Lucas I don’t wanna die, I’m not ready”

And finally,

#dustin henderson #steve harrington #angela stranger things #lucas sinclair #eddie munson #jason stranger things #erica sinclair #max mayfield #sadie sink #argyle #eleven #jane hopper #mike wheeler #will byers #byler nation #byler #elmax #elmax nation #kate bush #vecna/henry/one #nancy wheeler #wayne munson #jim hopper #joyce byers #dr brenner #robin buckley #stranger things #stranger things spoilers #gay gay homosexual gay

[momotonescreaming]

This just a short Scott Clarke/Wayne Munson thing inspired by the writings of @unclewaynemunson and @flowercrowngods because this little ship has me in a choke hold. (2.2k)

“So, how was the date Pops?” Eddie asks, before Wayne even has a chance to close the front door. He’s lounging on the couch in an old pair of sweats and a - slightly too big for him - Hawkins High Swim Team hoodie, arm outstretched with remote in hand so he can turn down the volume of whatever show he was watching. Waiting for Wayne to come home, no doubt. Like a stray cat waiting for scraps to be thrown his way.

Wayne just sighed, making sure the door locked behind him as he stepped into the trailer. “You know it ain’t like that.”

He threw his keys next to Eddie’s on the small side table next to the door - the wobbly one that they balanced out with a wad of cardboard crammed under one leg - and removed his jacket to hang on the peg that hung above it.

Wayne didn’t say anything, and neither did Eddie, still laying on the couch and looking at him with a glint in his eye. He wasn’t going to let this go - Wayne knew exactly what his nephew looked like when he set his mind on something. Only normally it was a new DnD campaign, lyrics he was working on, that puppet song he was determined to learn to play - not his Uncle’s love life.

Sighing again, he took his time slowly toeing off his boots, pushing them to line the walls with Eddie’s sneakers.

“It weren’t a date, Eddie.” Wayne adds, breaking the silence under Eddie’s heavy gaze.

“But you’d like it to be.”

Neither Eddie or Wayne say anything. They both know the answer to that question is yes. He wasn’t trying to hide it from Eddie, but he wasn’t planning on shouting it from the rooftops either. They were just too good at picking apart each other’s moods, seeing past expressions, and pulling at words left unsaid. They were family and knew each other like no one else. So Eddie knew Wayne was growing mighty fond of his new friend Scott Clarke - the same way he knew when Eddie finally made a boyfriend of Steve Harrington - all without ever saying those words.

The Munson men were smitten.

He made his way to the kitchen, now socked feet cool on the linoleum floor as he opened the fridge. Wayne welcomed the brief shock of cold fridge air as he pulled out a couple of beers. As he returned to the living room, Eddie was uprighting himself into a sitting position - one leg tucked underneath him on the couch, the other brushing the floor. Wayne handed him one of the beers as he passed, before settling into his own armchair.

“So,” Eddie started, dragging out the sound. “How was your not-date?”

Wayne gave him a look before responding, cracking open his beer. “It was fine.”

It was a lot more than just fine, spending time with Scott, but Wayne wasn’t going to give Eddie the satisfaction of caving that early. They always did this song and dance, Eddie asking him about his time spent with Scott, not so subtly gathering information and prying for details.

“Come on Wayne!” Eddie exclaimed, gesturing with his beer bottle. “You gotta give me more than that.”

“I don’t ‘gotta’ give you anything,” Wayne replied, taking a sip of his thankfully cold beer.

“Wayne,” Eddie whined, melting down further into the couch cushions - absent mindedly making sure his beer bottle remained upright. “You’re no fun.”

“I just ain’t gossiping about a perfectly normal evenin’.”

“Can you tell me what you did at least?” Eddie said, only sort of begging and taking a swig of his own beer. “Set the scene. Walk me through it. Let your poor worried nephew know where you were all night.”

Wayne gave Eddie a look. He had heard Eddie call it his Dad Look once when Wayne was out of the room and he thought he was too far away to hear it. Wayne ended up standing outside the door, eyes misty, pretending it didn’t mean as much as it did. He may not be his father but Eddie was his boy.

They had leaned into it more, ever since the hospital, ever since they almost lost each other. He’d call Eddie Son, and in return Eddie would smile and call him Pops. They hadn’t talked about the dad thing yet. Wayne didn’t want to push, to take too much. He was willing to wait and take Eddie’s lead.

“You ain’t guilt tripping me when we both already know I’m home safe.”

“What if I guilt tripped you by mentioning how I’m a poor gay kid needing an older gay man as a role model to help me grow and develop and shit?” Eddie said with a shit eating grin. “Would that help you spill the beans?”

“Considerin’ you got a boyfriend all on your own,” Wayne started, gesturing to Steve’s hoodie that Eddie was wearing. The sleeves were starting to fray where Eddie had picked at the threads, but Steve liked it on Eddie too much to complain. “I’d say you’re doin’ just fine.”

"Well, what if I said I wanted to bond with my uncle whom I love so much?” Eddie said, a layer of sincerity coating his words as he leaned on the arm of the couch and looked over at his uncle with those wide eyes of his. Wayne looked back at Eddie, his gaze softening.

“Then I’d say me and Scott went bowling,” Wayne said, knowing he was going to give in to Eddie eventually.

As much as Eddie loved to joke and tease and play up the dramatics, he could tell this meant a lot to his boy. Knowing their trailer was a safe space where he could talk about boys - and he would encourage Wayne to talk about boys in kind. Knowing that they loved each other, and knowing that they wanted the other to be happy.

And Wayne is happy. His boy is alive, his boy is happy, and he’s met someone he likes spending time with.  And if all they ever are is friends - then he’ll be content with that. It’s safer to not want things too much when you’re a man like Wayne. When you’re poor. When you’re old. When you’re gay.

You take what you’re given and want for nothing.

Eddie didn’t subscribe to that train of thought. He was passion, and ambition, and wanting. He kept calling himself a coward but Wayne thought he was the bravest boy Wayne had ever met. He could list the reasons until the cows came home. Being himself in a world where that wasn’t encouraged. Standing up for the freaks and geeks at his own personal risk. Failing senior year twice and still going back because he was determined to graduate. Having a steady boyfriend in a small hateful town like Hawkins.

And then there was spring break. The week that almost took his boy from him.

But it was also the week that bought him back.

He wasn’t thankful for spring break, how could he, when Eddie was almost strung up for a murder he didn’t commit. When Wayne had to come home to his front door open and a broken cheerleader laying there on the floor.

But he had to look on the positive side of things or he’d go mad. He knew that about himself now. So he got to thinking. Eddie was home, he was safe, he was more sure of himself in a way he hadn’t been before. And Wayne had met Scott Clarke. As friends- or something adjacent. Not as parent and teacher.

Scott saw the news and saw a man in need of comfort, a companion. Not a man who’s son was a Satan worshipping murder. Not some trailer trash Hick with bad luck. So when the men from the plant looked at him with pity, when housewives gossiped as he passed them in the supermarket, when those fancy suit types took over his trailer while his neighbours looked through their windows - Scott asked Wayne how he was holding up. Offered him kind words and a warm presence. A casserole.

Eddie would say it was like him and Steve. Going through something traumatic together and coming out closer than you could have imagined otherwise. (Steve would say he’d like to think they’d be this close even without the week from Hell. They’d make it.)

Wayne was content to have a friend, after it all. Scott had held him when he cried, had hugged him when he heard Eddie was alive and safe, and then neither men were content to leave the other’s company now that they had it. They’d meet up for a coffee one morning, or a beer in the evening, and Wayne never complained that it messed up his sleep schedule working nights. Scott would invite him and Eddie over for a home made dinner (nothing fancy, he’d claim) and Wayne would politely decline until the desire to see the other man again won out.

And now they went out and did one of the only things there is to do in Hawkins - they went bowling. And Wayne wasn’t too shabby at it, if he said so himself. (Eddie would say he was fucking amazing at it, but that might have been because the boy was absolutely terrible.)

“You and Scott, huh?” Eddie teased, waggling his eyebrows and pursing his lips in a barely contained smile. “Already on a first name basis?”

Wayne looked at him with a half-hearted glare. “You don’t go bowling with a man, then turn around and call him ‘Mr Clarke’, Eddie.”

It was nice, bowling with Scott. They finally had an evening where Wayne didn’t have a shift at the plant, and Scott didn’t have any urgent papers to grade or after school activities to supervise. It had taken some scheduling, but both men were determined to make it work. (Wayne tried not to read into that too much, Scott making time for him).

Wayne had shown up too early (perhaps too nervous, perhaps too eager) and had resigned himself to lighting up a cigarette while he waited - awkwardly leaning against the worn paint of his truck while he waited for the other man. Only to shortly find Scott pulling into the parking lot - also awkwardly early. He tried not to read into that either.

“I don’t know, Uncle Wayne,” Eddie singsonged. “Seems awful familiar.”

“You’re just saying that because he was your teacher,” Wayne retorted, tone light.

Eddie relented. “Yeah probably. I called him Scott in class once you know?”

Wayne hummed in acknowledgement.

“It felt so weird, but it got a laugh from the class, which was the goal.” Eddie said. “He retaliated and called me Edward for the rest of the lesson. I thought it was funny.”

Eddie looked over at him, head tilted, eyes thoughtful. Peering through Wayne’s uncomfortable silence. He spoke, quieter this time. “It would be alright if you did like him, you know.”

Wayne dipped his head, taking a sip of his beer to avoid talking. It wasn’t always easy talking about these things. Even with Eddie, in the privacy of their own trailer. The weight of his words hanging over his head if he even thought about admitting liking men the way he did. He doesn’t want to risk anything going wrong. Not when he’s got Eddie. Not when he almost lost Eddie.

It was one thing to feel his stomach flutter, his heart clench when he saw him - it was another to admit out loud that Scott had him feeling all kinds of giddy. It was like he was a teen again, waiting for his crush to lock eyes with him across the classroom. Eager and nervous and keeping it all locked up inside.

So Wayne looked at Eddie, voice quiet. “Thank you, son”

If Eddie noticed that Wayne carefully didn’t admit to anything, he didn’t say a word.

“I Just want you to be happy, Wayne.” Eddie said, propping his chin in his hand.

“I know.” Wayne replies, fondly looking over at Eddie. “Who knew my boy was such a romantic under all that bluster.”

“What can I say,” Eddie says with a smile and a shrug of his shoulders. “Steve brings it out in me. He bought me a bouquet of roses one time and it was like, the romantic floodgates opened.”

Wayne snorted into his beer bottle, watching as Eddie waved his hands around as he talked.

“Seriously!” Eddie exclaimed. “He’s a total romantic and keeps like, reserving new movies that come through the store he thinks I’ll like, just for me. He made me a whole candlelit dinner once, suit and everything - because we can’t exactly go out to Enzo’s for it you know? Picnic’s by the lake and shit. And I thought that stuff was all cliché, and fads and crap - but now that I have Steve? I dream of kissing him under the moonlight and listen to his favourite bands just so I can surprise him.”

“I just love him a whole lot Wayne. I want that for you too.” Eddie said as put down his beer and flopped down onto the couch once more, hair falling into his face. “Like, if I can wind up with Steve Harrington, then you can win over my Middle School science teacher. With your southern charm and sick bowling skills.”

Wayne stuck one foot out and gently kicked at the side of the couch - jostling Eddie, who giggled. “Love you, kiddo.”

“Love you too, Pops.”

#Eddie Munson #Wayne Munson #Scott Clarke #Stranger Things #Stranger Things Fic #Steddie #Clarkson #My Writing #this is my first time posting stranger things writing so uhhhhh #i hope it sounds in character #fhhdsfs im nervous

[pleasantlycrazyworld]

Ok so what if Eddie had a cat that was a thief, but he got blamed for it, or was afraid he would get blamed for it.

Imagine everyone in the neighborhood talking about their stolen items and looking out for someone doing it, and here he is with all of this loot, all of this random stuff stashed in his room because of the cat.

What would he do and how would he react?

Eddie found this cat. There's no doubt that he found this cat in like a sketchy alley way after a show, and he took it home. Wayne was pissed that Eddie stole a cat and made sure to make it clear that the cat was Eddie's responsibility. That's why Eddie panics when he wakes up and the cat is missing.

He searches EVERYWHERE the longer the cat is missing, the more he panics. "Where the fuck are you Missy Whiskers?!?!?" He finally finds her walking into his room while he's on his knees looking under the couch. He sighs in relief, not thinking anything of it and goes back to bed.

This becomes a regular occurrence. He would search and search for missy, and then when he's about to give up, she comes strutting in and shaking her butt like nothing happened. And each time he would pick her up, kiss her head and mutter the same thing, "You're going to give me a damn heart attack" but he never thinks anything of it.

That is until shit starts going missing. First, it was at his trailer. He couldn't find a guitar pick or a ring, and then spoons started disappearing. Honestly, he just thought he was forgetting stuff, Wayne thought Eddie was hiding things while high again. Neither cared that much, but then the neighboring trailers started complaining about things going missing.

"All of my hair ties are gone!" "My sons stuffed animal is missing!" "Has anyone seen my keys???"

Eddie was starting to worry that someone was breaking in and stealing from people. What if they stole something more valuable than just a few spoons? Shit what if they stole missy whiskers?!?! He would die. So he decided to try and stay up to see if he could catch them in the act. And he did.

His eyes squint as he watches his cat, the princess of the trailer, walk into his room and go straight under his bed. From where he sat, he could see something in her mouth, and he was hoping it wasn't a dead animal - his heart could NOT handle a dead mouse. He tipped toed into his room and lifted his mattress up, and he gasped at what he found.

It's a fucking treasure chest under there. A rainbow of different hair ties, all his guitar picks, so many spoons and...is that car keys? Where did this come from???

He searches some more and is met with the suspect. Sitting right next to him is missy licking her paws and meowing at him when their eyes meet. She rubs up against him and starts to purr, and his heart melts. "Aw princess," he pets her softly before his hand freezes. "Am I an accomplice???" He panics a bit trying to think about how long the jail time would be for being an accomplice to his cats crimes. He considers hiding this stuff. No one will miss....car keys? Will they? He grimaces at the thought of that and sighs, knowing he has to return this stuff, but how is he not going to get caught....

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson cat dad #these are my favorite type of request #eddie munson fanfic

[emolooswrld]

The Other Woman

part two

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: 1.6k

warnings: 18+ minors dni, angst galore, unrequited love, jealousy, allusions to sex, cheating, eddie being an asshole, reader kind of being a home wrecker but who could blame her🤷🏻‍♀️ (i think that’s it lmk if i missed anything)

summary: you have had a crush on eddie munson for years. you’d be lying if you said it didn’t bother you that he was dating chrissy cunningham. one thing leads to another and suddenly you’re the other woman, but after all, something’s better than nothing, right?

note: this has been sitting in my notes, collecting dust. i barely ever see any soul crushing angsty eddie fics so i made one myself😌pls enjoy and grab some tissues cuz this one hurts. (play the other woman by lana del rey if you’re brave)

You had no idea how you had gotten yourself into this situation. Well you knew how, but you didn’t know why you let yourself get into this situation. You knew you shouldn’t have started any of this in the first place, but you just couldn’t resist him. You couldn’t say no to him.

You and Eddie had been secretly hooking up for months now. Secretly because he was dating Chrissy. Chrissy Cunningham of all people. You were surprised, to say the least, when you first found out about the couple. Given Eddie was known as the freak who ran a “sadistic cult” and Chrissy being a popular cheerleader known as the “queen of hawkins high.” It didn't make sense to you, let alone anyone else.

You’d be lying if you said it didn’t bother you. The seed of jealousy had already been planted deep inside you. You had been harboring a secret crush on Eddie ever since you first saw him. He was so confident, fearless. He didn't care what anyone thought about him. He carried himself in a way you couldn’t help but admire. There was just something about him that captivated you.

You had only spoken to him a few times. That was until you were paired together for a history project. You shouldn’t have been excited as you were to have an excuse to spend time with him, but he didn’t have to know that.

You both had agreed you would go to his trailer after school on friday. So when Friday finally came, you were a nervous wreck. You kept finding yourself staring at the clock, watching it tick with every second that passed. By the time the final bell rang, you practically sprinted to the parking lot, heart hammering in your chest as you got closer to the parking lot.

When you finally opened the doors to exit the school, you immediately spotted him. Eddie was leaning against the side of his van, cigarette hanging from his lips. As you made your way towards his van, your mind instantly started to fill with the dirtiest thoughts imaginable. You had to physically pinch yourself to silence them.

“There she is!” Eddie said with a grin. “Here I am” you said as you walked around to the passenger side of the van. As you settled into the boys van, you could feel his eyes on you. He was quick to turn his attention back to the road when you turned to look at him.

It was so wrong, you knew that, but you decided to test him a little. To see if he would go for the bait. You spread your legs apart slightly, at first. You slipped off the cardigan you were wearing, exposing the tight tank top you wore underneath.

When you turned to look at Eddie, you immediately noticed the grip he had on the steering wheel, his knuckles completely white. You could see his chest rising and falling faster than it had been before. Noticing the effect you had on him only caused you to go farther.

You spread your legs wider, arching your back. The sound of Eddie’s harsh inhale caused you to turn back and look at him. “What’s wrong Eddie?” When he only shook his head in response, you decided to tease him a little. “What? Cat got your tongue?'' Eddie didn’t like that.

He pulled over on the side of the road and turned to look at you. His hand wrapping around your throat as he spoke, “If we do this, you can’t tell anyone. Got it?” you nodded furiously, his grip on your throat only tightening. “I need words y/n.” his voice low and firm. “I won’t tell anyone, I promise.” you panted. “Good girl.” He hissed as he leaned in to press a needy kiss to your lips.

That’s how you got here, crying yourself to sleep almost every night. It was such a cliche but yet here you were, the other woman. All the promises Eddie would whisper in your ear, on a loop in your mind. “I promise I'll leave her” or “It’s you and only you, I promise.” It's been just about 6 months since you had started this “affair.” All of those promises turned into shattered glass, broken.

You swore your heart shrunk more and more every time you saw Eddie and Chrissy together. Watching them hold hands as they walked down the hallway, the way Eddie would whisper something in Chrissy's ear, and even worse, watching them kiss. It was all just too much for you to handle.

You kept promising yourself “This is going to be the last time.” Though, it never was. No matter how much it hurt or how much guilt you felt, you just kept finding yourself in the back of Eddie's van, in his bed, or in the woods bent over the picnic table.

You just couldn’t bring yourself to end this. You loved Eddie, as much as it hurt to admit. You loved the feeling of his hands roaming your body, the sweet nothings he would whisper in your ear. You loved it, you lived for it. It was the only thing you looked forward to. Those special moments between the two of you. When you were with him, everything just fell into place. All those thoughts, those feelings, those voices inside your head were silenced. It was as though the world went quiet and it was just the two of you, no one else mattered, no one else existed.

Eddie Munson was like a drug, an addiction. No matter how many fixes you got, no matter how many times you told yourself this was the last time, you always found yourself needing more, craving more.

One day you finally managed to muster up the courage to give Eddie an ultimatum of sorts. You had a whole speech prepared. You were going to tell him how you felt and if he really meant those promises he whispered in your ear then he would have to follow through if he wanted this to continue.

You had written Eddie a note asking him to meet you at your spot in the woods. You handed it to him during history class. The smirk he had given you in response to the note caused even more anxiety to rake through your entire body. You knew he thought this meet up was just going to be like all the others, which was going to make this even more difficult than it already was.

Your heart was hammering in your chest as you made your way through the clearing in the woods. You already spotted a glimpse of familiar brunette curls from behind the bushes. Your confidence significantly dropped as soon as you saw Eddie. He was leaned up against the picnic table with a lit cigarette hanging from his mouth.

“Hey princess” he beamed as soon as he saw you. He made his way towards you, cupping your face in his hands once he reached you. He started to lean in for a kiss and you were about to give in until you remembered why you were here.

You stopped him with a hand to his chest, pushing him away. Eddie gave you a puzzled look to which you responded. “I asked you to meet me here to talk.'' The disappointed look that struck Eddie's face made your heart sink. “Talk about what sweetheart?” he had asked.

It was now or never. You knew you couldn’t keep putting yourself through this. You had to break it off. You silently prayed Eddie had really meant it when he said he’d leave chrissy for you.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. “I can’t keep meeting up with you like this. At least not while you’re still with Chrissy. If you really mean everything you tell me, then you’ll leave her.” You slowly started to open your eyes. What you saw immediately made you regret everything you just said.

Eddie's eyes were wide, not with excitement, but with surprise. There was the slightest hint of a frown on his lips. He had started to fidget with the rings on his fingers, twirling them around. He was speechless, to say the least.

You waited impatiently for him to say something, anything. The uncomfortable silence that had formed between you two became unbearable. Finally, you heard a sigh come from Eddie. “Listen, I do mean everything I tell you. I just- I can’t break up with Chrissy." All the hope you had vanished.

“Why? I mean you obviously aren’t happy with her so why can’t you leave her?” you could feel the sting of tears, threatening to escape your eyes. “I never once said I wasn't happy with her.” Eddie’s tone became defensive, something you’d never heard in his voice. “Then why are we doing this?” you shot back at him.

Nothing could have prepared you for what Eddie said next. “God- because Chrissy doesn’t wanna do the shit we do. I knew you had a thing for me and you’re- just different. It's a change of pace.” It was silent for a while after those words left his mouth. It took everything in you to pull yourself together. You weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry.

“So you were just using me? This whole entire time, everything you told me, everything you did, it all meant nothing?” you didn’t even give Eddie the chance to respond. “I should’ve known. Your own girlfriend isn’t even good enough for you so why should I be.” you turned on your heels, making a bee line for the trail that led out of the woods.

You could hear Eddie calling after you, but you didn’t care. The familiar salty taste filling your mouth as you sobbed. You practically ran to your car, pulling out of the school parking lot so fast that if you weren’t a complete wreck right now, you would’ve scared yourself. You drove home in silence, the only noise being your own sobs.

Eddie Munson had broken you, beyond repair.

#eddie munson #joseph quinn #eddie stranger things #stranger things cast #stranger things season 4 #eddie x y/n #fanfic #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson my beloved #the other woman

[silent-stories]

EDDIE MUNSON MASTERLIST

Friends

You visit Eddie at the hospital after the demobats incident.

Not scary at all

Eddie is more cuddly than usual.

Meet my mom

Eddie wants to introduce you to his mom, so you go to the graveyard with him.

Part 1 , Part 2

Healing touch

Eddie was not used to a kind of touch that was not violent until he met you.

The bench in the wood

One night, after leaving a party you didn't really like, you go into the woods to clear your mind. You didn't expect to meet someone there.

Can't say no

Waking up with Eddie.

Stray

One night you hear a noise and go to check, finding your neighbor talking to stray cats.

Nightmares and scars

You wake up to Eddie having a nightmare, again.

Just a cake

You and Eddie try to cook.

What if

Ever since Eddie sat next to you on the picnic bench outside his trailer you've become friends and you've grown closer and closer but soon he realizes you'd be better off without Eddie 'the freak' Munson.

Late night talking

Late night talking with Eddie instead of sleeping.

Family

Wayne didn't trust you, until one night.

Love you from afar

Dustin convinces Eddie, who is always watching you from a distance, to talk to you.

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5 , Part 6 , Part 7 , Part 8 , Part 9 , Part 10 (epilogue)

Good morning

The soft way you wake Eddie in the morning is very different from the way his father used to.

Storms

Eddie is not scared of thunderstorms after what happened in the Upside Down. Not at all.

Gifts

Eddie's love language is giving you gifts, sometimes.

Don't let it go this time

Eddie is in the hospital after what happened in the Upside Down but no one will let you in his room, so you wait sitting on the floor in the hallway until Wayne lets you sneak in.

Between midnight and 3 a.m

Your dad would never approve of your relationship with Eddie, so you sneak out for a night walk in the woods with him.

Just thank you

When you can't sleep, you go out hoping to clear your head. Instead you meet Wayne who decides to thank you.

The girl at the Hideout

Eddie likes the girl at the Hideout, one night, he finally talks to her.

My Eddie

Eddie has to meet your parents and he really wants them like him. That's why, for the first time, he's trying to be someone he's not.

Bar fights

Eddie ended up in a fight again and as always, he comes to you.

Sweetheart

Three times Eddie called you "sweetheart"

After the Upside Down

Eddie can't sleep and you find out it's because he has to go back to school after his name was cleared.

Stuck

Your friends, like the whole school, don't like Eddie Munson. You, on the other hand, think you'd like to get to know him but that's probably never going to happen. Until you find yourself locked up with him in the school library.

Part 1 , Part 2

The locker

It's not the first time Eddie has found his locker smeared but it's the first time someone has cleaned it for him.

It's a date

You talk with Eddie before the final battle with Vecna.

The only good thing

After moving to Hawkins for a fresh start, you meet a boy with kind, brown eyes who will quickly become a friend and maybe something more. The only problem is: you took something that belongs to him by accident and now tou don't know what to do.

Part 1, Part 2

Just to have an excuse to talk

You drank too much at a party and Eddie drives you home.

Shattered bottles

Eddie's father didn't react well when Eddie accidentally dropped a bottle on the ground and years later, he still expects a violent reaction to an incident like this.

DRABBLES AND THOUGHTS

Sick

Insomnia

The best babysitter

Cuddles

Staying at the Munsons' trailer would include

Movie night

First meeting

Eddie being dramatic when you leave

Living in the trailer

Jealousy?

Spring cleaning

Braiding his hair

First time meeting Eddie

Listening to Eddie talk about the things he loves

Good people

Never have I ever...been in love

Freckles

Bats

His birthday

Stolen moments- a kitten scratching at the door wakes you and Eddie up

Vampires can't cry

#eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson

[carolmunson]

past five. (slice of life, soft!eddie x badatfeelings!gf)

a/n: self serving. wanted to explore the dynamics of eddie being with someone who isn't very vulnerable. this is sort of shit, but whatever.

cw: 18+ minors dni, no smut but whatever, drinking, all around mention of feelings. not from a 'you' perspective. i literally don't even say the name 'eddie' in this fic lmao.

It was hard for him, months turning to years of 'look but don't touch'. She wasn't always like this, she used to ease into his touch, his hugs, the way he'd hold her at night. She would always put her hand in his when he reached for it. It was always when he wanted to do it the most that she just couldn't stand it. She'd recoil. She'd tense. Back arched in the reverse, like the stray cats fighting at night outside of Wayne's trailer. Sometimes he wondered when she'd start hissing.

He knew now, to go slow. She wasn't touchy anymore. Maybe it's something that changed over time. He savored the moments when she'd reach for him, when she finally felt vulnerable enough to let him hold her. She didn't like to be babied, but all he ever wanted to do was baby her. "Hey, you," he said softly, shutting the door to her apartment quietly behind him, "Bad day?"

"It's fine," she shook her head, opening in the cabinets in the kitchen. Two wine glasses make their way delicately to the counter in her hands. "Didn't sound fine when you called me," he tilted his head knowingly, putting a bottle of red and white wine on the small kitchen table. He took off his jacket, placing it neatly on one of the mismatched dining chairs she kept around the table. He remembered every yardsale he bought them from to surprise her.

"You feeling okay?" he asked and noticed her jaw tick. She hates that question. Of course she's not feeling okay, she wouldn't have begged him to come over if she was feeling okay.

"I'm great," she gave him a smile but her eyes betrayed her. She's not great. He fishes his swiss army knife out of his back pocket and flicks out the wine key with his thumb. "It's already chilled, baby," he mumbles while she reaches for the white. His own back muscles tensed at the action, she always assumed he didn't think ahead the way she did. She taught him how to think like that. He liked learning how to keep up with her.

"Oh," she pulled her hand back when she saw the condensation on the bottle. He opens both, red for him, white for her. Black and white. Sweet and sour. Dog and cat. Bat out of hell, bat who rules it. She might as well be the one in the leather jacket. She reached for the bottles again but he immediately swats her hand away, "Let me do it, please."

His voice isn't gentle. He stopped suggesting to help her a long time ago when he realized she was never going to let him. Now he just does it without asking. He moves her hands away. He pulls her away from something at the hips. He watches her struggle with his arms crossed until she gives in and lets him do it. She doesn't need kid gloves, but he likes that about her. He just wishes he knew where that came from.

"Can I have a kiss, first?" he asked when she reached for the now full glass of wine in his hand. She nods, leaning forward to press a peck to his lips. He wanted more, but it'll do. It's something. His finger toyed with the edging of the plastic wrap on the chicken on the counter, "I can make dinner, you should go relax." "I just took that out, it needs a little time," she sipped her wine while she spoke, "I'll just make dinner later."

He sighed. A deep one. She won't make dinner. She'll forget it's out here and then it'll go bad.

"What're you in the mood for?" he asked while putting the chicken in the freezer, "Chinese? Pizza?" "Indian," she murmured while she walked into the small living room, separated from the kitchen by a half wall. He searched for the menu to her favorite place in the junk drawer next to the fridge, both of their orders already circled and ready to go.

"No, no, you don't have to," she called out when he took the phone off the receiver in the kitchen.

"I want to," he smiled at her, "Let me get you what you want."

He orders, she feels anxious about it even though this is what she craves from him. He knows that. He knows that she'll just say it's because she doesn't like to not be in control. But he bets it's that she's nervous he'll think that she's needy. He wishes she was. He hung up the phone, grabbed his own glass of wine and met her in the living room.

He eyed her cautiously when he sat down next to her, waiting to see her shoulders raise, a shift in her body weight. Sometimes she’d just get up. Not skittish, but wanting to be alone without him leaving the room. He silently smiled when she stayed where she was.

“You look pretty,” he whispered, letting his finger run over her cable-knit sweatered shoulder, “Red always looks nice on you.”

“Thanks, honey,” she mumbled weakly, another sip of wine drowned the word.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” he asked, skating his fingers through her hair. Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment and he couldn’t hold back a blush. Always going slow, easing her into it, like taming a feral kitten.

“Not really,” she shook her head again, swallowing hard. Always no. Always not really.

“Okay,” he responded gently, his fingertips grazed her scalp again, “That’s okay. I’m here if you want to.”

“Can you keep doing that?”

“Doing what, baby?” he knew the answer, but he wanted to get her more comfortable with asking for what she needed.

“Playing with my hair,” she reached for his hand and he obliged her, running his fingers over her temple and back to the base of her neck.

“Why don’t you sit in front of me and I’ll play with it until the food comes,” he smiled while she moved between his legs on the ground. She always talks about how she loves when her niece plays ‘hair salon’ with her, even though she’s not the most gentle hair stylist — she’s only six, afterall.

He put his glass on the side table, fingers gliding from her hairline to her crown. Parting, un-parting, messy braids, scalp scratches. Her eyes were closed now, shoulders relaxed.

“You falling asleep on me?” he giggled.

“It’s just nice,” she murmured in reply. He leaned forward, tilting her head back to press a kiss to her forehead.

“I love you,” he said into her skin, “I’m sorry you had such a bad day, sweet heart.”

“Getting better,” she hummed, “A little.”

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