#shitty trailer type thing

[bapydemonprincess]

NOTHING LIKE TUMBLR’S GREAT (/heavy sarcasm) CHOICE OF PUTTING AN AD UP ON TOP OF EVERYTHING ABOUT A STUPID NEW MEDIA THEY’RE ASS KISSING THIS MONTH

And getting jumpscared in seconds of it playing by idk a werewolf guy’s face with them yellow eyes and screaming mouth 💀

#idk maybe I'm just sensitive #maybe it's just SHITTY to put such a spastic big ass teaser trailer video thing AT THE VERY TOP OF A PAGE #Fuck you #Tumblr #Blue Hellsite #almost typed Blue Hellshite and you know WHAT? #true

[undreaming-fanfiction]

I am massively busy with work and finalizing my Big Bang, but this idea just won't leave...

Steve and Eddie are both actors. They're in their mid thirties, well established, but they never starred together in anything. Steve tends to be cast in the same type, the dumb but pretty love interest, Eddie has lots of indie and disturbing movies under his belt. But this time, they both landed something big.

They get cast in the new Batman movie.

Steve is, of course, Batman. He insists on doing his own stunts. He refuses to get dehydrated for his shirtless scenes because he knows how damaging it is to both young men and women alike, he's not going to contribute to shitty expectations. The director (Dustin, duh!) sees something in him other directors never have - a potential for depth, for internal turmoil. He gives Steve the chance to prove himself as an actor and Steve pounces on it.

He's still very hot.

Eddie is cast as the Joker. He is a fan of the comics and scoffs at how absurd and deranged the character is becoming. He gets hired because he immediately says he doesn't think the character needs to rely on cheap tricks and shock value to be terrifying. Cutting off his face? Not cool. He suggests to play the Joker according to one of the older comics he has - one where the Joker is actually absolutely sane, but hides it to never be held accountable for his actions. The only person who ever saw through his ruse was Dr. Harleen Quinzel. Joker took care of that issue very quickly.

The chemistry between Steve and Eddie on screen is insane. They go toe to toe, it's impossible to look away when they interact. Eddie utilizes his bright smile to the maximum, tweaking it just right within moments so it becomes unsettling. The first time he laughs, Steve gets goosebumps.

Steve encompasses Bruce's loneliness so well Eddie's heart breaks for him. Dustin finds him in the trailer, giving himself gentle slaps over the face and muttering "you're evil, damn it, you don't want to comfort the Bat!!".

Batgirl (Robin) and Harley Quinn (Chrissy) find their slow descent into love hilarious. They all become good friends on the set.

Hopper, an acting veteran who plays Commissioner Gordon, grasps Steve's shoulder after an intense fight scene and mutters: "Good job, Steve, but maybe don't stare at his lips so much?"

Robin doesn't give him the same courtesy and once Dustin yells "Cut!", she screeches: "NOW KISS!"

The movie is a hit. People love the cast and the story, some of the OG fans complain as they always do, but the ratings are great, there are many interviews, panels, all of that.

And of course, there's gossip about Steve and Eddie being a thing, which enrages the macho Batman fanbase. Their Batman isn't gay!

But the rumors quickly disappear after an award ceremony where Eddie is nominated for the best supporting actor. He wins, of course. And as he gets up to accept the small statue and deliver a speech with enough "fuck"s to give the censor a headache, he drags Steve up and kisses him in front of the whole world.

A week later, Steve and Eddie are together in front of a camera again, answering questions in an interview.

The host asks: "What do you say to those fans that are disappointed, who say that their Batman isn't gay?"

Steve just snorts, pulls Eddie closer and answers: "They're right. Their Batman isn't gay. But he's definitely bi."

Also the comic story I'm mentioning exits and is short but fantastic. 10/10 recommend.

Oh also. The first spark happens when Steve sees Eddie's hair and blurts out: "Please tell me they're not making you cut it shorter. It's too gorgeous for that."

Also because people were asking about the comics - it's Batman Black and White - Case Study and it can be found on Tumblr HERE

#steddie #steddie drabble #steddie au #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #chrissy cunningham #actor au

[justanotherhh]

some trailer things:

big fight around lust/ozzie's place that involves m&m and loona + we know fizzarolli is going to make another appearance, so i wonder how that'll connect potentially. also, new villain?

obvs the whole section of CHERUB working with DHORKS and this massive thing/portal:

john waters big villain episode???? (ghostfuckers from the looks of things)

also more crossdressing in that same episode + millie vs possessed blitz? both millie and blitz giving some evil dead type vibes?

more on stolas' whole social sphere and potential judgement and hell's class politics related to his dating blitz + p much confirmed that blitz will not take stolas' gift in the spirit it was intended

also, "you fucks think you can do this every time-" feels not just like it's about the wider class issues in hell, but maybe like it's personal (potentially with verosika? although it does seem like it's canon that he had more than a little bit of a hand in ending that relationship, so could just be him echoing everything he's been seeing in the treatment of imps and putting that onto stolas in this moment)

and then "thank you blitz, for making me so happy, even for a little while" is during this moment too. lot of teasers for how this is gonna go down (badly, upsettingly, emotionally)

the whole "do you feel any remorse for what you do" feels like a misdirect -- that is, it's edited to look like it's about blitz, but i feel like it's directed at stella or her brother

generally a lot of fun stolas visuals that i won't get into here, but am excited to see more contexts for

also this isn't new, but im always interested in blitz's heart/broken-heart forehead marking

blitz and tilla moment! generally more flashbacks (in the shape of blitz seeming to be almost at the movies, watching his own "failures") around the time of the fire! i didn't see any barbie stuff, alas, but the rest of it looks !!! also lowkey confirmed it was cash who stopped blitz from seeing fizz in hospital

who's this?

another sin? maybe related to ozzie and/or stolas and that judgement of the kinds of people they love?

blitz protecting stolas - maybe from the above, considering the hand motif of it all... stolas really living the life of blitz as a romantic hero, while blitz is barely holding it together as a person the whole time. different genres, my guys. different genres (that's their real communication issue)

this fuck-you-blitz cake looks like a verosika thing to do, esp considering it's her calling him shitty in the VO -- but yay, maybe giving that verosika catharsis, but also generally just verosika!

also the VO part where he says he doesn't want to be this way, he's wearing the same shroud as during his confrontation with verosika. idk, im just. contexts for things. i am curious

is the below also the same episode? I'd think so. it's set during halloween (?) and blitz is then maybe in the blood-covered shroud (costume? undercover? going undercover as a ghost? post-breakup stalking undercover ghost costume?)

MAMMON! and he looks pleased. oh dear.

this blitz + fizz moment

it kinda looks like blitz is wearing the same tee as when he and stolas have their moment + a horse bag + fizz casual wear. fizz generally in this trailer seems to be having the best time (outside the flashbacks). everything makes me suspicious all the time

(also generally hello all the different outfits coming up!!)

fascinated by this:

is that millie?

things we didn't see:

no barbie, no striker, no crimson, no asmodeus (directly, although his imagery is everywhere + fizz and mammon appear), no paimon -- this not to say none of them will show up, but am enjoying that a lot of this is clearly pulling from s1, with the focus on verosika, DHORKS, and CHERUB -- potentially a lot of the s2 villains need some time to lick their wounds a bit (and paimon was never a Villain, just a terrible parent... if he ever returns though...)

and barbie... i do want to see barbie again soonish ngl, she needs some proper introducing, but this is already giving so much callback and continuation of immediate plot-threads, very excited

#helluva boss #verosika mayday #blitzø #blitz #stolas #blitzo #helluva millie #helluva moxxie #helluva loona #DHORKS #CHERUB #helluva mammon #fizzarolli #stolitz

[neonghostlights]

Love Me Harder

A/N: This is my first time writing smut. Ever. So keep that in mind haha. Idk if I’ll ever write it ever again.

Warnings: Shitty boyfriend named Connor, cheating, Smut, p in v sex, grinding, Eddie’s down bad for reader, readers kinda naive, smut with feels, not proofread, I think that’s it. 18+ only, Minors Do Not Interact.

Summary: When your boyfriend abandons you at a party, you call his best friend to pick you up. The night doesn’t go how you expected.

Word Count: 2.3k

The loud music made your head vibrate as you pushed past bodies to get to the kitchen. You didn’t even want to be at this party but your boyfriend, Connor, had talked you into it. And then he proceeded to ditch you not even fifteen minutes in.

You can’t say you were surprised, he would usually want to go be with his friends during these types of things.

What did surprise you though was when you were ready to go home one of his friends had laughed at you and told you that Connor had already left. Without you. Leaving you to try to figure out a way home.

You hadn’t been drinking so you could technically walk. But you were supposed to stay the night with Connor, even after he ditched you, and the trailer park was on the other side of town.

You practically ripped the phone off the wall when you reached it. Connor was so going to get an earful from you for forgetting you here when he picked up.

After dialing three times, he never picked up. You groaned in frustration and smacked your forehead against the wall. He must’ve been so tired after forgetting about you that he fell asleep as soon as he got home.

You bit your lip and thought for a second. There was one person you knew would pick up at this time of night. He was Connors best friend and just happened to live in the trailer park too.

You found yourself dialing his number before you could even process what you were doing.

“Hello?” his voice came out rough through the phone.

“Hey, Eddie. I hope I didn’t wake you up or anything…” You trailed off, immediately regretting your decision.

“NO. No you didn’t wake me up. Everything okay?” He said quickly.

“Everything's fine. It’s not an emergency. I’m really sorry to bother you but I’m at this party off Maple Street and I’m supposed to be at Connors but he’s not answering the phone and I really don’t want to walk all the way there. I’ll give you gas money I swear I just really need a ride,” you rambled on.

“You’re at a party by yourself?! Shit, stay there. I’ll be there in like ten minutes.” You could hear the shuffling and the jangling of keys on the other end before the line went dead.

You pushed back through the bodies and decided to wait outside for Eddie.

Eddie’s van pulled up in front of the house with squealing tires causing you to jump in surprise from where you sat on the porch steps.

You stood up quickly to prevent him from running into the party to look for you.

“Eddie,” you called as you approached the van.

Eddie had been friends with Connor since he had moved to the trailer park to live with his uncle in middle school. Out of all of Connor’s friends, he was your favorite. Eddie never seemed to have an issue with you hanging around and even included you in the conversations, unlike Connor and the rest of his friends. He never made you seem like a burden for hanging around.

“Shit, there you are,” he breathed a sigh of relief that you couldn’t help but giggle at.

He led you over to the passenger side of the van and held the door open as you climbed in and got settled in the seat.

You didn’t miss the way Eddie’s eyes flashed down to your skirt before he shut the door and got into the driver's seat.

“So,” he said as he pulled away from the party, “Who’s ass am I kicking for leaving you there?”

You let out a laugh. “I went with Connor but I think he forgot about me maybe because when I was ready to leave he was already gone.”

Eddie’s mouth popped open in surprise. “You're telling me your boyfriend abandoned you at a party and you think he just forgot about you?”

You bit your lip. It did sound kind of stupid once you said it outloud. “I mean, why else would he leave me there?”

“Because he’s a dick and you deserve way better. There’s no way a guy could just forget you, that's impossible,” he said matter of factly.

You felt your cheeks start to heat at his words. “He’s your best friend. Aren’t you supposed to be telling me how good of a guy he is and that I should forgive him?”

“No, not when he’s an idiot. He gets you and doesn’t treat you the way you deserve to be treated! It’s bullshit,” he exclaimed.

“Eddie,” you muttered awkwardly as you stared out the window so he couldn’t see the look on your face.

“Just telling you the truth, sweetheart,” he said as he pulled into the trailer park and parked the van.

He jumped out of his seat to reach your door before you could touch the handle. He opened it and provided his hand for you to hold onto while you climbed down.

You didn’t miss the frown on Eddie’s face as he gestured over to Connors trailer. The lights were on and his car sat parked out front. “I guess I’ll walk you over there,” he mumbled in a sad tone.

You smiled up at him and realized you still held his hand from where he helped you out of the van. You gave his hand a squeeze. “Don’t worry about it, Eddie.Thank you for picking me up. You’re a lifesaver,” you said before standing up and giving him a quick kiss on his cheek.

You heard the way his breathing stuttered for a moment as he stood down at you speechless. You gave him a little wink before skipping over to Connors front door and giving it a knock. You glanced over your shoulder to see Eddie still frozen where you left him by the van, his hand now resting on his cheek where you had kissed him.

You giggled and rocked back on your heels before you knocked again on the door. You considered just going inside but stopped when you heard the noise. Faint at first but then it grew louder was the sound of a creaking bed and moaning coming from the inside of Connors trailer.

Your stomach churned and you let out a loud gasp before you moved quickly away from the door and back towards Eddie.

“What’s wrong?” he demanded once he saw the look on your face.

“He’s with a girl,” you stammered. “I could hear them having sex. He’s cheating on me.” Your voice started to tremble as you looked up at Eddie with wide eyes.

“That piece of shit!” Eddie barked before moving past you to get to Connor's trailer. You grabbed the sleeve of his jacket in an attempt to hold him in place.

“Please don’t! I don’t want to deal with this right now. Can we just go back to your place?” you pleaded.

“Fine, but I’m dealing with him in the morning,” Eddie grumbled, allowing you to hold onto his sleeve while he led you into his trailer.

You let out a little sniffle while Eddie took off his shoes. Once he heard you he moved to you in a flash to try to comfort you, making your heart leap.

Why had you been with Connor when sweet Eddie had treated you better this whole time?

“Hey, don’t cry. He’s an idiot. What can I do to make you feel better?” Eddie said softly as his broad hands cupped your face.

Instead of answering, you leaned up on your toes and pressed your lips to Eddie’s. He sat frozen for a second before pulling his face away from yours quickly. Embarrassment burned your cheeks. Maybe you had misread Eddie’s flirting and he had just been friendly this whole time.

Eddie’s hands were still on your face as he maneuvered your chin so you were looking up at him. “Please don’t do that if you don’t mean it,” he pleaded.

“I mean it, Eddie. I like you. I’m an idiot for not seeing it sooner,” you said.

Eddie's eyes bounced around your face, looking for any hint that you were lying. He must have found what he was looking for because before you knew it he was pressing his lips against yours once again.

His kiss caused butterflies to erupt inside of you as your lips moved together. One of his hands moved around your waist to tug you closer to him, causing you to sign into his mouth.

Eddie tugged you to the couch where he sat and pulled you onto his lap without breaking the kiss. Your skirt rode up your legs, revealing your thighs. He took the opportunity to squeeze and rub the exposed flesh. The chill of his metal rings gave you goosebumps and made you shiver in his lap.

He moaned as you accidentally rubbed against his hardness. You were suddenly determined to hear that sound again.

You slowly started to rock your hips back and forth as you moved your lips to his jaw. Calloused hands reached under your skirt to grab your hips. He helped set the pace as you grinded on him.

Your underwear was growing wetter and sticking to your skin with each movement. Your clit throbbed with the friction, making you want more.

“Can I see more of you? Please?” His whine sounded muffled as he spoke into the side of your neck.

You nodded before slowly pulling your shirt over your head. His dark eyes grew even darker as he focused on your lace bra that you had originally worn for your boyfriend.

Oh well.

His eyes flickered up to yours when you reached behind yourself and unclasped your bra, allowing it to slip off your shoulders and fall to your lap.

He wasted no time leaning forward and capturing a nipple in his mouth. His tongue swirled and sucked as you arched forward to give him better access. Your hips sped up as you continued to move against him, but it wasn’t enough.

“Eddie, I want more.” Your voice was rough and breathless as you spoke.

“Anything you want. Just tell me and I’ll give it to you,” he said as kissed up your chest and to your neck.

“I want you,” you said softly as you reached down and started to unbuckle his pants.

Eddie helped you with freeing him from the confines of his tight jeans and boxers before you stood up to remove your skirt and underwear.

Eddie took one look at you standing completely naked in front of him before he pulled you back down on his lap.

He gave you a soft kiss on your lips. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yes,” you said firmly.

He helped you lower yourself until he was completely inside of you and you sat flush against his lap.

His head fell back as he looked at you with lust filled eyes. His fingers drew circles on your hips. By the way he was looking, neither of you were going to last long.

After a minute to adjust to the fullness you finally started to move. Your fingernails dug into his shoulder as you bounced up and down. Every movement drew sounds from you that you had never made before.

“You have no clue how long I’ve wanted this. You have no fucking clue,” Eddie gritted out as he started to lift his hips to meet yours.

“Me too,” you moaned as he hit deeper inside of you.

You felt yourself getting closer to release. Once Eddie started to circle your clit with his thumb you were done for. Your orgasm hit you hard and fast, making you wrap your arms around Eddie’s neck to hold on tighter, too afraid that you might float away.

He thrusted harder into you, chasing his own release. His words stopped making sense the closer and he got and with a few rough movements he stilled as he finished inside of you.

You both panted as you rested your head against his chest and heard his pounding heartbeat. He slowly ran his fingers up and down your spine, not ready for the moment to end.

Finally, after both of your breathing went back to normal you dared to look at Eddie. Scared that he would ask you to leave. But instead you found him smiling down at you like a lovesick idiot.

“I hope you know I'll never let you go now,” he grinned.

“Good because I don’t want you to,” you replied.

You woke up in Eddie’s bed the next morning to find his side empty.

You got up and slipped on one of his t-shirts before making your way through the trailer to look for him.

When you found him out on the porch smoking a cigarette, you could’ve sworn you saw hearts reflecting in his eyes when he saw you in his shirt.

He blew the smoke away from your face as you approached. “Good morning, sweetheart. Didn’t expect you to be up yet.”

“Good morning, the bed got kinda lonely,” you said dramatically as he pulled you in close and wrapped his arms around you.

“Well, we should do something about that,” he said as he leaned down to kiss you.

The slam of a door in the distance grabbed both of your attentions. Connor was barreling full force out of his trailer towards you and Eddie. The girl he had been with stumbled out behind him half dressed and confused.

“What the fuck is this?!” Connor screamed.

You and Eddie looked at each other before busting out laughing. You flicked Connor off while Eddie cupped his hands over his mouth to yell, “Your loss, asshole!”

Yeah. You really weren’t going to let Eddie go now.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson au #eddie munson #eddie munson x y/n #eddie stranger things #eddie munson imagine #Eddie munson smut #Eddie munson x bestfriends!girlfriend!reader #Eddie munson x you

[dazednstoned]

Modern Rdr2 hcs:

-Abigail dresses like it's the 2000s (I'm talking miniskirts, low rise jeans, heeled flip flops w the fucking sparkles). She will never change too.

-Charles and Arthur go on dates to those adoption events to pet all the dogs and cats

-the whole gang frequently gathers for family bbqs. Every time someone ends up getting punched, passing out, or storming off

-Abigail puts Jack on one of those backpack leashes for kids (John too if we're being honest)

-Tilly, Karen, and Marybeth do full goodwill, garage sale, and vintage market days. They do not mess around either

-the only thing hosea knows how to do on his phone is play chess

-Sean still can't read in modern time

-john plays guitar and writes really horrible love songs for Abigail

-Javier and john r for sure in a band together, they're pretty good when they sing the songs Javier wrote

-Lenny and Sean co-parent an extremely neglected widgetable

-Arthur listens to facebook reels on full volume in public w no shame. Isaac is mortified every time

-john has various tattoos, half of them are god awful. He definitely got Abigail's name or initials tattooed somewhere and she was livid

-Karen gives herself piercings with a really shitty piercing gun

-arthur and John work together in construction, an auto shop, or in the equestrian field.

-Dutch has a very rigid and lengthy skincare routine

-john uses 2 in 1 shampoo and conditioner, but he says it's 3 in 1 bc it also counts as bodywash

-Tilly is the only one of her family to graduate college (Arthur dropped out of hs when Eliza got pregnant and john never went)

-Hosea is one of those old people you just see walking around the neighborhood at like 8am

-john and Arthur don't wear sunscreen or put on lotion. Abigail sometimes manages to force some sunscreen on John's face before he goes to work tho

-bill refuses to go to gay bars but uses Grindr

-Abigail cuts John and Jack's hair bc she refuses to pay for something she thinks she can do herself (she cannot do it herself)

-Kieran is a hair braiding god. I'm talking French braids, fish tails, you name it.

-john owns a really shitty pick up truck. Jack was either conceived or birthed in the backseat of it (maybe both)

-Sean falls for those free iPhone scams every time

-the only videogame charles plays is stardew valley. He thought it would be relaxing, it wasn't.

-Tilly and Mary Beth are in a book club together

-Abigail is the type of parent to not let her kid play w nerf guns or watch pg13 movies (John is the exact opposite)

-Sadie spends her weekends at rage rooms

-everyone's fridges are covered in drawings Jack made for them

-John, Javier, and Sean game together. Violence always ensues

-dutch does not tip waiters

-john tried to play catch w Jack once and ended up getting hit in the groin by a baseball. He didn't know 4 yr olds could throw that hard

-Abigail and Karen (& sometimes Charles) drink cheap wine together every Sunday and discuss the dumb things their boyfriends did that week

-Lenny and Hosea do the wordle everyday

-Jack is in little league soccer. John sits back drinking a beer as Abigail shouts at the referee

-Abigail got a tramp stamp of a little bow when she was 17 (she regrets it)

-Hosea exclusively sends emails

-Abigail hides John's weed socks bc she doesn't want Jack to see and "fall into a life of drugs" when he's older

-Arthur is a hiking dad through and through. While John is a sit on the couch drinking a beer w his kid in his lap kinda dad

-uncle is the old drunk that lived in the same trailer park as Abigail and John did when Jack was a baby. He kinda just stuck around after

-Miss Molly O'Shea would be a makeup god and u cannot convince me otherwise

I might do a pt 2 late in the future!

#arthur morgan #charles smith #abigail marston #abigail roberts #john marston #rdr2 #bill williamson #dutch van der linde #jack marston #hosea matthews #lenny summers #javier escuella #mary beth gaskill #karen jones #sean macguire #molly o'shea #tilly jackson #kieran duffy #sadie adler #charthur #johnigail #modern #uncle rdr2 #isaac morgan

[ballad-of-birdy-lamb]

Hey so I sincerely apologize for the person I'm requesting to write but can u do Coriolanus Snow x reader? ☠️ I know we hate him but damn does he look so good in the trailer that it made all the red flags colorblind to me 🙈😭 GSHEGDGDVSHS yeah I'm in my "I can fix him era" so can u please do one where he isn't really as shitty as he's supposed to be, thank you so much!!<33

I ❤️ evil twinks.

Coriolanus Snow x Gender neutral! Reader (romantic headcanons)

Coriolanus needs to know everything you do. No, it's not a positive trait but he makes you think it is. He's just trying to protect you!

He’s the type of bitch to read through someone's diary and act like he didn't

He would have made a good male wife if he hadn't been a mentor. A boring one at that but not a killer

Coriolanus will grow a partial liking to you if you give him food. You get him a whole rotisserie chicken and he is thanking you. As long as it isn't cabbage soup, he's chill with it

But the bad part about the last headcanon is that he takes it as a challenge. You shouldn't provide him with things! He's perfectly fine on his own (no tf he's not)!

Coriolanus plans all the dates. He likes the idea of planning out the small surprises, he likes that sense of control. He also likes the fact that he has enough money to go on fancy dates with you

His need for control travels into the relationship. It was very small at first. It starts with him getting annoyed at you for not telling him where you're going. And then it travels to hatred for your ex. It doesn't even matter how awful your ex was, Coriolanus will hate them more than you ever will

He will say it's because of how terrible your ex must have been but it's because someone else had you before he did.

__

Not even joking, this took so long to make because when I thought of Coriolanus, nothing positive came to mind 💀

To anyone who doesn't read TBOSAS fanfics and knows how bad of a person Coriolanus is, I'm not condoning any of the stuff he does and I'm not trying to romanticize him as a person. I hate him as much as anyone else!!

#ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #thg #coriolanus snow #tbosas x reader #thg prequel #evil twinks #incorrect thg quotes #thg incorrect quotes #thg x reader #fanfic #coriolanus snow x reader #x gender neutral reader #coriolanus snow x gender neutral reader #not coriolanus x lucy gray it's lucy gray x me

[weepylucifer]

Disco Elysium if it was a Hollywood Blockbuster

(inspired by the trailer by @brainrotdotorg)

Harry has to have a glowup arc where he regains his faith in his job and ability to be a good cop. The police isn't criticized here apart from maybe some handwaves at "a few bad apples" rhetoric. In the climactic moment, the phasmid appears and tells him it is his duty and his destiny... to reform the RCM

Because we don't have time for a nuanced take on addiction in this 90-minute movie, the narrative just turns on a dime halfway through to portraying Harry's alcoholism as rugged and badass instead of pathetic, or he suddenly stops drinking when he gets his groove back, with no withdrawal effects shown. The whole thing about speed helping him be better at his job doesn't factor in; Harry drinks and does drugs because he's sad about Dora and there's nothing more to it. All he needed was to buck up and focus on being the best cop in all of Revachol

Klaasje is portrayed as a one-dimensional scheming femme fatale. Her backstory doesn't really come up. She's dumbed down so that Harry can triumph over her, and is also genuinely attracted to him for some reason, "I am Sherlocked" style

Ruby is either cut entirely, or she's genuinely a predatory lesbian and that's it. If the latter, she shoots herself in the head in front of Harry and Kim and they make a MCU-style "Well that happened" quip about it

No political quests! We don't have time for that. Actually, both communism and fascism are only mentioned once in a backstory dump as stuff that happened in a bygone era. If anything, the film ends up really riding for moralism by complete accident

The film makers don't really know what to do with Kim, so he gets reduced to a guy that stands around and delivers snarky one-liners

The Hardie Boys are in one short interrogation scene, not quite enough to make casual moviegoers care when half of them are gunned down

Fan-favorite characters such as Cindy, Cuno or the Speedfreaks can be seen once in the background of a group scene, but have no lines (you KNOW hollywood couldn't handle the Cuno). It's announced on the director's insta as "a little easter egg for eagle-eyed fans"

Joyce has a way more active role, but also her character turns into an utterly flat "milf girlboss" type who gives Harry and Kim direct instructions on what to do, Madame Director style. The movie writers pat themselves on the backs for being more progressive and feminist than the source material. Also she has nothing to do with the mercs, they just sort of... appeared. Don't think about it too hard! It's stressed repeatedly that they're "rogue agents" and it's really nobody's fault that they're there

Evrart is a corrupt mob boss and that's it. He will be played by a skinny actor in a fatsuit. He also doesn't help find Harry's gun, Joyce has someone retrieve it offscreen so she can gravely and meaningfully hand it to him just in time for the mercenary tribunal

The Deserter just kinda being a shitty sad old man would be too anticlimactic for our summer blockbuster, so he is rewritten to be some kind of evil mastermind. Maybe he even directly communicates with Klaasje and tells her what to do, again "I am Sherlocked" style

The tribunal absolutely does end with RCM backup triumphantly arriving to save the day, led by Jean who underwent a mini-arc offscreen about putting his differences with Harry aside because at the end of the day, they're both cops, and goddamn it, cops help each other. He dramatically takes the wig off and chucks it on the ground to signal his character growth, and everything

No homo-sexual underground thought. The Smoker on the Balcony is allowed to show up in one scene, where he flirtily waves at Kim and Harry. Kim nods at him. Disney's first gay character--

There's a moment where Kim talks to Jean, expressing doubt about Harry. Cut to Harry doing something goofy across the room from them. Jean briefly glances at it, shakes his head, turns back to Kim and says gruffly: "He's a loose cannon... but he gets the job done." This is supposed to be a good thing

#posts by me #i have more i could do this all night #remember those blogs that were like ''[x series] if it was written by moffat''?? i guess this is DE if it was written by moffat #disco elysium

[artiststarme]

Things never really went to plan for one poor Eddie Munson. His fate was sealed from his very first breath, his life would be a tragedy. And so, the universe set out to make him suffer.

It was like all the cards in his life were stacked against Eddie. He was born to a Bonnie and Clyde type of couple with Bonnie running away from the commitment of a family as soon as she could. Dick Munson was all too betrayed by the abandonment of his partner in come and set to destroy everything he had left. He cut ties with his brother, turned to a bottle, and drowned the sounds of his son’s screams out with meth and benzos. It was only a matter of time before he was arrested from a robbery gone bad with enough drugs to keep him behind bars for life.

Poor Eddie was sent to live with the uncle he hardly remembered. He was thrown into a loving trailer in a town full of hate. The kids at school ostracized him the moment they laid eyes on him, his bruised eyes and shaven head spoke all too lowly of his character. If he were lucky, he’d only get a few jaunts and swirlies but if he weren’t, he’d arrive home with another black eye or limp to hide from Wayne.

High school wasn’t much better. Just like middle school, the kids and teachers alike hated him. He blew off school and started selling drugs underneath people’s noses to help Wayne with the bills that were drowning them. He did make some friends, other loners that craved friendship and togetherness they’d never received anywhere else.

It turned out that he was gay. He knew as soon as he saw Steve Harrington’s shirt come off in the locker room and knew he was fucked. He was already the outsider no one liked, it made sense that something else would come up to make him even more different than everyone else in the suffocating small town. The worst part wasn’t the fact that people might find out. It was the part where no one he would ever have a crush on would ever like him back, least of all Steve Harrington whom had girls falling at his feet and guys wishing to be him.

As if it couldn’t get any worse, his skipping school held him back and made him even more of a loser than before. Eddie truly felt like the dumb-as-shit trailer trashed that everyone always told him he was. So he stopped trying completely. He fell into a persona adopted from his favorite artists, focused on his music and DnD, and tried to finally enjoy his life.

Then he saw hell on earth in the form of Chrissy Cunningham’s twisted body hovering in midair and fracturing with horrific snaps. He ran like the coward the universe had trained him to be and made himself the prime suspect in doing so. Eddie knew that there was no possible way to go back to how things were before. As fucked up as his life had been, he’d still miss his early morning coffees with Wayne and campaigns with the guys. As soon as the cops found him, he would be as dead as Chrissy.

So, he followed the kids out of fear. He felt like he was living in some sort of fucked up lucid dream. His long-reigning crush was there shirtless in his battle vest, Nancy Wheeler was there with fucking guns (plural), Robin the band geek was handling explosives, and the redhead that lived across the street from him was hanging on the edge of life fully dependent on a Walkman blasting shitty pop music. What the fuck, how was any of this real? He didn’t fully believe it until he felt the pain accompanying the bat bites and heard Dustin’s cries begging him to stay awake. It was only then that he realized the universe had royally fucked him over once again.

He knew with his luck, or lack of it, that he wouldn’t be waking up from this nightmare. His eyes slid shut for the last time and all Eddie could think was at least things would be better now than they ever were before.

When his eyes finally did open to a hospital room filled to the brim with his uncle and new friends, a tear dropped from his eye and his chest lightened. From then on, he knew everything would be so much better.

It seemed the universe had decided to call a truce and abandon the tragedy that had plagued young Eddie Munson. From then on, he wouldn’t have fate darkening his days. With the Party at his side, Steve Harrington’s hand in his, and his uncle’s Garfield mug on the hospital side table, Eddie Munson’s life began anew.

#I really don’t know what this is #might be deleting this later but we shall see #I hope you guys enjoy it regardless! #stranger things #steddie #ish #steve harrington #eddie munson #fanfic #uncle wayne

[darling-i-read-it]

if you’re still writing for GTA V could i request something where Trevor is dating a girl that’s younger than him/age gap and is in college, total opposite of him. but he is IN LOVE and he absolutely needs to just marry her, tie her down, etc.

i need you to know that age gap in college total opposite is me so this request made me very <3 it made me <3 trevor i love you.

i hope you enjoy!

Smarts? A schedule? A home that isn't a trailer? Someone who kind of knows what they're doing?

Trevor had never known these things before

You and Trevor met when he was in your college town for a job. He was being shitty about it, lingering around the college bars. He had to wear some snazzy outfit in order to fit undercover and he met you.

He was smitten. You were drinking something strong and he asked you to a drinking game. You were kind of drunk and he looked a little better hazy but you were more than happy to comply to a game.

You sweeped the floor with him.

He had never fallen in love so quickly

You both fell asleep on a bench outside. It was freezing when you woke up in the morning. You had lost your jacket. Trevor offered you his. After confirming the two of you didn't sleep together, the relationship was off.

All of your friends thought you were insane!

They met Trevor in passing (he was usually around, in your dorm even though he wasn't supposed to) (commuting with you even though he had no where to go) (always in college bars, bragging about his girlfriends grades)

"He's kind of old?" a friend noted. You were sitting with your computer out, typing furiously. You really had to finish this essay.

"He's got experience."

"He's bald?"

"Not quite."

"Doesn't he live in a trailer?" You peeked over your computer.

"He can budget. Also, the trailer is fun. When I've cleaned it."

"You're like a maid?" You scoffed.

"Trust me, I'm not a maid. We do lots of things other than cleaning."

the insinuation was fucking but you actually did a lot of things. His whole life of crime thing tended to bleed over to you when you came over. He often had a lot of money though which was a win. Tuition was expensive!

Your friends thought he was a sugar daddy. You didn't deny it?

Trevor liked spending all his time with you. He had never known something so special. He had never loved someone so much.

Obviously his next inclination was to tie you down! He wanted marriage! He wanted a honeymoon!

You were still in college, gathering your own personhood. Marriage is not something that was technically on your radar.

Trevor and you spent some time in a hotel (his treat) so you didn't have to hear your roommate complain. You had your head on his lap, looking eagerly at your computer. Homework. So much homework.

He brushed his hand through your hair.

"What are you writing about now?"

"Climate change."

"Is it changing? It was really hot outside today." You snorted, shaking your head. You shut your computer. You could finish it later.

"Just a bit. How is that thing we did last weekend?"

"Oh the Millers score? It's great. We can buy a house."

"But you're buying another hanger?"

"I like planes." You looked up at him, arching your back to do so.

"A house though...so much square feet. So many places to sit. And do other things."

It was defiantly a weird place to be at the college age. He could kill someone for you (he would. he has.) and he also had no idea what you were doing academically. You complained about shitty professors and he almost killed one of them (you explained that would be proactive)

He told everyone ever about you. He bragged about you to strangers. He told Ron. He told Michael.

No one believed him. Like literally...no one

Ron only believed him when he ran into you at the trailer once over a break

You were so kind (and younger and good looking and smart?). Ron didn't really understand the whole thing but when Trevor kissed you you looked so happy.

It may have been a random relationship but it worked so well for the two of you. Yes, it was kind of weird because you were constantly doing homework. He was in crime and made meth! Sometimes opposites attract.

"Are you going out out tonight?" Trevor asked, sitting in your dorms fire escape. Quick exit if he needed it.

"I have one of my 300 classes to study for."

"You should drop out."

"You paid my tuition for this quarter."

"And I am telling you to drop out." You rolled your eyes, looking at him through your lashes. He waited, eagerly. He was wearing some clothes you had gone out and bought together. If you could just convince him to change that haircut. "We should get matching tattoos."

"Trev."

"A heart with an arrow."

"Trev," you said, laughing gently. "I'm busy. Don't you have people to scam?" He took a step in through the window. He gestured outside into the night.

"I have the helicopter on the roof. I could teach you."

"Oh God, do you remember the last time you tired? I'm like..horrendously bad at helicoptering." You could fly the crop duster! But the helicopter had too many things to focus on.

"We can go to Paris." You shut your computer.

"You are gonna make me fail." He hit the window sill.

"I'll pay the tuition for next quarter too."

#trevor philips x reader #trevor philips x fem!reader #gta imagines #gta headcanons

[neko-loogi]

Alright, I'mma give my opinion again. This time with Hazbin Hotel..

So I saw the trailer for Hazbin Hotel a few days ago and honestly, I am so disappointed. Like, you're telling me I waited years for them to release a trailer for the series, and this is all we get??

I'm not saying it wasn't enough, no, on the contrary, I think they revealed way too much. But what I mean is, I was expecting something else, because this ain't it, chief.

***

Alright so first off, we have the voices. I'mma be hella honest with y'all, this shit sounds unfinished, as in, it sounds like Viv got confused and published the behind the scenes instead of the finished product because omfg, the voices sound bad.

I genuinely don't understand the weird obsession Viv has with hiring celebrities or broadway actors into her shitty shows, it's not like she's rich enough to afford that- plus she does this often, doesn't that mean it affects the budget of the show? (I don't know much about that stuff so bear with me).

It's funny cuz, she hires these super famous celebrities to voice characters in her shows, but she doesn't need to, like, you can be a professional, but that doesn't necessarily mean you're a great VA. It almost feels like she does that because she wants to feel important, she wants to show off like "Oh look at me, I have celebrities voicing my characters! Aren't I cool?"

But anyway, going back to the voices, I have to say this, my least favorite are Alastor and Angel Dust. I just think it's absolutely ridiculous that Viv got rid of the pilot VAs just to replace them with broadway actors, only for them to make the characters sound flat and emotionless.

Like, it's funny because she makes these broadway actors imitate the voices from the pilot, however it doesn't come naturally for these actors and it shows. It almost feels like they have no idea what they're doing. It legit sounds like they're reading the script but not putting any effort into it. (Y'know how people shit on anime dubs because they don't sound good or whatever? That's exactly how I feel about this-).

The next thing I wanna talk about is the animation. Don't get me wrong from what I've seen, in some moments the animation looks alright, but other times it looks choppy as hell. I thought this show was supposed to be more 'professional' since they literally got A24 and Bento Box ent. for this. But yeah, all I can say is, the animation hasn't changed at all, the only thing that is slightly different is the art style but aside from that, the animation still sucks.

And finally, the last thing I wanted to discuss is the plot of the series. So as we all know, in the Pilot, it was established that Charlie (along with Vaggie) opened the Happy Hotel in hopes of redeeming sinners so that they can go to heaven because Hell was too overpopulated (plus the whole extermination thing). But the whole point of the plot was that she wasn't entirely sure she could actually do it or if it was even possible, and that's what made the plot more interesting back then. But here? It's absolute garbage. Not only did the trailer basically reveal way too much information already (before the series could even come out yet), but the plot was changed entirely!

Like I mentioned, Charlie's motives were to redeem sinners, but here she's more focused on having some kind of war with heaven/the angels. And that's the thing, now that we know that heaven is a thing in this series, plus the inclusion of Adam, it just makes the series feel so predictable, because now we know that the sinners can be redeemed, which beats the entire purpose of the show. It's like, "Hell bad, but heaven is worse" and "Good VS. Bad!!", cliche type of thing. You think a series 'made for adults' would have a more interesting plot than a kids show, but nah, we get these basic ass levels of writing. I swear a fucking five year old could come up with something better and far more creative than this nonsense-

***

So yeah, I'm honestly hella disappointed that this is what the series has turned into. I had high hopes for Hazbin Hotel (since Helluva ain't shit-), but nope, it turns out, Viv is capable of making herself look even more stupid by completely butchering her own series. Hell, I actually have Amazon Prime, but I am probably not even gonna watch this shit, I'll just wait till some dumbass on YouTube uploads the first episode or something stupid like that (so that I can watch it and critique it later). Because I know that someone definitely will.

Anyway, that's all for today, thank you for reading my dumb post- alright bye!

#anti vivziepop #vivziepop critical #vivziepop criticism #vivziepop critique #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel criticism #hazbin hotel critique #spindlehorse criticism #spindlehorse critical #/// #by neko loogi #do not repost #neko loogi rambles 😬 #neko loogi rants😔

[inklore]

okay okay and "I'll always want to listen to you" with tom!! (love that you've included him on your list!!) 💕💕

adore you

pairing: tom grant x (f)reader warnings: minors dni, fluff fluff fluff, friends to lovers. etc: this is the first time i’m writing for this sweet boy and he had like ten seconds of screen time so his characterization is hella up to interpretation lmao.

“I’m sorry.” You frown, realize that you’ve spent the last hour rambling; getting lost in your own thoughts, letting all of the frustrations, happiness, excitement, eventful things that had happened to you within the day pour out of you like a stream of exasperation, declarations, gasps, and laughs.

Something that Tom was probably used to from you by now, but something you still felt bad about—getting lost in the stories you needed to get out, that you wanted to tell him. The first person you went to talk to about anything, everything.

It had been like that for the handful of years the two of you had been friends. Tom was always the ear you needed, the friend, the welcome hug, the first thought in your head when anything good or bad happened.

“You’re probably sick of me stealing the thunder of our conversations all the time.” You laugh, press your fingers to your lips nervously, pushing your back into the cushions of his couch a little more.

“No,” he shakes his head, smiling. Reaches out to pull your legs into his lap, pulling you closer to him. “I'll always want to listen to you.”

The small circle he’s rubbing into the side of your ankle makes your stomach flutter, cheeks burn from the smile on them. From the simple act of friendship, of kindness, that feels so much deeper than that in the pit of the organ that’s in your chest—keeping you alive.

You don’t remember when the crush had started, presented itself. Had shown its ugly face ready to ruin everything the two of you had built over the years; the perfect friendship, commitment in each other that went far past the normal understanding of being there for a friend, or being a listening ear, or a shoulder to cry on when it came to shitty breakups.

But ever since the feelings had slipped into your heart you can’t help but catch your breath every time your eyes meet from across a room, when you get put on the same workload and you get to spend a little extra time with him—to mostly goof off and throw things at each other, or sit on the floor and talk. Or after work when he all but drags you to his trailer to have dinner with him, watch his favorite show or film.

Stealing glances at him while his face lights up, while he laughed, smiled, poked fun at you.

Your stomach filled with those cheeky butterflies that made your entire chest feel warm and fingers tremble nervously—wanting to reach out and brush against his cheek, or hold his hand, the thought alone nerve ending, merciless to your insides.

It had been two years since his shitty breakup and there hasn't been anyone since. You’d hate to admit it but after the initial two month respite of it all, Tom had become more himself again. The Tom you knew before he was drained from an awful relationship, a Tom you never let yourself feel anything for because he was in a relationship, because these types of feelings were tricky, scary.

And now you couldn't run from them even if you tried.

If only you could tell him.

“What?” He asks, eyebrows pulled together as he gives you a questionably teasing look.

“What?”

“You’re staring,” he smirks.

“At you?”

“Mhm.” He presses his lips together, turns his attention back to the ankle he’s currently making feel too warm.

“You wish.”

“Oh, is that right?” He gives no warning when he grips your ankle hard, pulling both your feet into the crook of his arm to start tickling the bottoms of them.

“Tom! Stop!” Your shriek, cries, can be heard from miles away you’re sure as you try to kick out of his hold. A mute point that only pulls you closer to him, your butt almost in his lap.

“Admit it then!”

“Admit what?!”

“That you love staring at me,” he laughs.

You want to spit something smart at him but your body's fight or flight is making you want to throw slaps at him to get him off of you. “Fine!” Your breath is heavy in your lungs, exasperated. “I love staring at you!”

After he’s pulled away, let your feet drop back into his lap, he’s grinning at you. “I know. I like staring at you too.”

#tom (make up) x reader #tom grant x reader #tom (makeup) x you #tom grant #tom grant fluff #tom (make up) #tom grant x f!reader #joseph quinn fluff #joseph quinn x reader #tom grant x you #tom grant x y/n #tom grant fic #tom make up #make up 2019 #joseph quinn #tom grant imagine #tom grant x fem!reader #blurb week

[momotonescreaming]

Trying my hand at something different based off of a silly text post I made about a 90s/00s chatfic au. Not 100% sure if I'll continue it yet, so please let me know what you think! 💜❤️

Eddie couldn’t lie to himself that his heart skipped a beat when he got the notification. When he saw who the notification was for. The familiar bloop noise and the little pop up at the corner of the screen.

KingSteve85 is Online

Finally. Steve had moved away for college almost two weeks ago now, and Eddie had barely heard from him. Logically he knows that he and Robin needed the time to drive up, and set up in their cramped little dorms, and do other fancy college orientation things. But he missed them. Now that he had them, people who weren’t scared of him, people who weren’t afraid to call him out on his shit, people who got it. They talked almost every day after… everything.

Eddie would log on to the shitty old computer he and Wayne had fixed up and wedged in the corner of the trailer, scroll the internet, listen to music — and chat with Steve. He was a good fucking guy. And funny. And hot. And now it felt weird not chatting to him every day. Not logging on after a shift at Thatcher Tyre to find the little green Online dot next to his username. Not logging on at 2am after a nightmare to find Steve also online.

But Steve’s at college now, and his PC is currently boxed up in Robin’s childhood bedroom. Didn’t trust his new roommate, he said. Or his parents, after he moved out.

Without hesitating, ignoring the flip of his stomach and beat of his heart — he sends Steve a message.

c0rr0d3d_3dd13: soooooo how was ur 1st wk of college? :D

Steve replies immediately.

KingSteve85: so crazy haha KingSteve85: sorry i haven’t been online haha c0rr0d3d_3dd13: lol allgud. i know ur a big college boy now C0rr0d3d_3dd13: don’t have time 4 me anymor lol ;_;

Eddie cringes as soon as he says it, as soon as he hears the click of the enter key sending the message. Recoiling into a ball, hands over his face, curling up on the wheeled office chair, he lets himself spin as he watches the screen. Waits for the KingSteve85 is typing… message to pop up. God, Steve’s barely left and Eddie’s already a needy, self deprecating, mess.

Fuck his life. Crushes are stupid.

Because that’s what that is. He can admit that to himself now. Now that Steve’s left. He’s got a big, fat, gay crush on Steve Harrington. Him and all the other repressed queer kids at Hawkins High. What a cliché.

The computer pings with a new message, and his gaze is ripped towards the screen.

KingSteve85: never! there was just a lot of events and stuff this first week KingSteve85: did not have time to go to the library and log on lol KingSteve85: haven’t even called Dustin yet c0rr0d3d_3dd13: ur messaging me b4 dusty? Ur gonna make a girl blush harrington

Hunched over on the office chair with the broken wheel, at the computer he helped fix, with the shoddy speakers him and Wayne haven’t gotten around to yet — Eddie felt special. Dustin was Steve’s brother, one of his best friends. And yet Steve chose to message him first.

He tries to humble himself, hold back the blush with the knowledge that if Robin went to a different college than Steve (which was highly unlikely), he would have messaged her first. But Robin isn’t at a different college. And Eddie got the message first.

c0rr0d3d_3dd13: wot sort of events were there? music and drinking? Rotfl KingSteve85: literally yes haha KingSteve85: during the day there were like,,, tours and stalls advertising clubs and stuff KingSteve85: but as soon as it was night it all popped off haha c0rr0d3d_3dd13: u go 2 any? KingSteve85: some! not a lot haha. Robs wasn’t super excited and i didn’t want to leave her alone

It warmed his cynical heart, how much Steve cared for Robin. And how much she cared for him in return. They cared, and they love each other so much. Eddie thinks they’d still be close, even without all the debilitating trauma that glued them together. Robin had mentioned wanting to merge her and Steve into one being before, so they could always be close and balance each other out. Steve had immediately agreed.

Eddie had friends in the Corroded Coffin boys, but he wasn’t sure if they were at the ‘merge into one mega being’ stage of their friendship yet. Maybe Jeff. Jeff had gone off to college this year with Frank — to a different place than Steve and Robin — and Eddie had already received a postcard from him. It was nice to not be forgotten. A part of him wondered if he would be, when everyone went off to college.

But Jeff didn’t. Steve didn’t.

c0rr0d3d_3dd13: wot a gentleman lol c0rr0d3d_3dd13: wots ur timetable lik now? KingSteve85: fucking crazy dude KingSteve85: got lectures & tutorials & work & been thinking about doing a sport again c0rr0d3d_3dd13: which sport lol? u’ve got like… 3 to pick from c0rr0d3d_3dd13: ALSO DAMN DUDE THATS BUSY KingSteve85: i guess haha KingSteve85: been thinking either basketball or swimming. maybe baseball lol KingSteve85: which’ll add practices and meets and games and stuff haha

Before he left, Steve had quietly admitted that he wasn’t sure if he’d try out for a sport or not. During his senior year Billy Hargrove gave him a concussion so bad it benched him for months, and he’d spent ages trying to work back up to it again. So he could play without wanting to puke. And then he didn’t get into college when he applied to the fancy schools his dad made him apply for, and he missed out on any possible scholarships he would’ve gotten.

And he would’ve gotten them. Eddie’s not much of a sports guy, but he knows Steve was good. Great. One of the best.

Eddie quietly believed in Steve. He wouldn’t be himself unless he was exercising or playing a sport. You could see it in his face when he watched a game with Robin, when he played pick-up basketball with Lucas. It made him happy. So Eddie wanted Steve to try out. He was at the sappy stage where the thought of Steve being happy made his heart swell. He was happy he was happy.

(A part of Eddie just wondered if maybe Steve could be happy with him.)

c0rr0d3d_3dd13: do it!! i’ll cheer 4 u from here c0rr0d3d_3dd13: but leave som time free lol or u’ll go mad KingSteve85: enough free time i can chat w you? Haha

His hear clenches at the fact that it was Steve who bought it up. Their chatting. Maybe he thinks of it as often as Eddie does.

c0rr0d3d_3dd13: obvs??? c0rr0d3d_3dd13: if u 4get ab me im gonna cry dude KingSteve85: of course i won’t haha KingSteve85: gotta chat w you so you won’t go crazy back in Hawkins c0rr0d3d_3dd13: and i’ll make sure u don’t go crazy over there with your full ass schedule KingSteve85: its not that bad haha KingSteve85: but thank u c0rr0d3d_3dd13: i’d argue it *is* that bad c0rr0d3d_3dd13: i hav a full time job and the thought of ur schedule makes me cry

Wayne had managed to get him a job at Thatcher Tyre, through a few mutual acquaintances and a favour he had yet to cash in. It made him feel like one of those rich shit kids who go to college on daddy’s money and get a job in his company without having to work for it. The type of kid Steve was.

But Eddie can’t be picky now, and he and Wayne need the money. He’s good at cars, doesn’t completely hate it, and it pays. So he bit his lip, and now he has a full time job with a schedule of his own.

It is not as busy as Steve’s. He knows if he asks Robin, hers will be the same. Filled with band practices and sports games. Birds of a feather.

KingSteve85: i’m used to it haha KingSteve85: at least i’m only planning on one sport and not two lol c0rr0d3d_3dd13: u better stick to that harrington c0rr0d3d_3dd13: or i’ll drive up there and kick ur ass until you take care of urself

There’s a pause. The KingSteve85 is typing… message flickered on the screen, loading whatever message Steve was typing.

It eventually came through.

KingSteve85: i promise. but maybe i should break that rule so you can come visit c0rr0d3d_3dd13: u dont have 2 con me into visiting stevie. just say the word

Another pause.

KingSteve85: i will

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie fic #steddie au #chatfic #kinda #My Writing #momo.txt #kinda want to continue this just so i can include a scene where Wayne kicks Eddie off the computer so he can use the phone #dial up my old friend #unbeta'd haha i wrote this in one sitting #so if u see any mistakes no u dont <3 #idk i had fun with the formatting and the chatspeak!

[marchsfreakshow]

Angels Can't Cry Darlin [Trevor Phillips]

Hurt/Comfort //Drabble. My specialty; Halloween. You're feeling insecure about yourself, and Trevor is surprisingly comforting. In his own weird way.

Halloween was so shitty for me, I wrote this out of pure comfort lol.

It's Trevor so you know it's suggestive.

No one's perspective.

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Cars zipped past, they shouted party music. All of them. Despite Sandy Shores being decently quiet on a good day, something was always happening around the corner. It just so happened that today was a big 'happening'. Halloween.

What a day. Trailers had one piece of music playing, and beers were drunk. People danced, made out, did any and all types of drugs. Most you wanted to do was drink, and people watch. It was your favourite pastime. That's how you met your boyfriend.

You were sat on a little sandy hill facing the entry to Sandy Shores, legs crossed, and finding a piece of real life entertainment to make your day. Today was the day that a guest's car was parked out one trailer. You always kept your eye on the person in this trailer. He was entertaining you, even if he didn't have a clue about it. But, he welcomed a guest into his 'home', despite his demeanour. They spoke about a 'score' and how 'The Chinese..' would be following them or something. It confused you, but you were so intrigued in what happened.

Before you knew it, the man you were watching for entertainment, was staring at you. You were sort of leant on the trailer's front porch, watching the cars. "Why aren't you at the bar with everyone?"

"You weren't there." Trevor just chuckled and stood next to you.

"Why didn't you go baby?" He asked, staring that dark stare at you.

Your answer was a glance down at yourself. You were dressed as an angel. But not a teenage slutty one. Big wings, a headband as a halo, and everything in white. Trevor thought you looked wonderful. He just couldn't stop staring at you, and how wonderful you looked. "What's wrong with that? You look great!"

"No I don't. I look so shitty, and fuck ugly."

"Shut up. You don't. You look fuckin sexy like that."

You just smirked and swatted Trevor away. He didn't take that as a no, and wrapped his arms around you, leaning on your back. "Nah you look amazing. Want me to show you how great you look angel?" He leant you back using his own strength, kissing the sides of your tear stained faced.

"What are those tears for?" He let you go, and you turned around, holding onto his arms. There was some recognition of comfort in the man, and he took off the wings that really weighed down on your shoulders. You took a relaxed, deep breath, as your posture became less stiff.

"I'm sorry Trevor..."

"None of the apologizing bullshit angel. C'mon." He threw the wings and halo into the road, letting whoever drive over them. The cold air brushed past you, and he took your worrying look into the nothingness as a confirmation you needed to be inside. Your back found the bed as you wriggled around trying to find a comfortable spot. Not like Trevor's bed was very comfortable anyway. He sort of held you best he could. Comforting and cuddling for long wasn't his strong suit. "Your costume looks fuckin brilliant. Don't say shitty things about yourself. Understand?"

As a response, you nodded, your arms wrapped tight around your boyfriend's back. It didn't last long as Trevor had you pinned down slightly, and was placing kisses everywhere. He moved parts of your costume around so he could place a kiss on every part of you. "You're gorgeous. Shut up and don't forget that."

"Okay Trevor."

"Not good enough."

"I'm pretty, and nice looking. All for you." You sighed happily, hoping it would satisfy him.

"Good Y/N." He grinned, finally kissing you properly.

⊹˚.⋆ ₊꒷ᘏᘏ︶ଓ︶꒷꒦⊹˚ᗢ₊꒷︶ଓ︶꒷

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[yellowjackets101]

Reverence- Natalie Scatorccio x reader

Part 1

Word count- around 2K

Warnings- NO SMUT (YET), maturating (brief), reader is an ass and slightly insane, fantasies, typical yellowjackets shit

You and Natalie were very different. You lived in a Mansion she lived in a trailer. You had more money than you could possibly need Natalie had so little money she couldn’t always afford food. You started playing soccer because it would look good on future college applications because face it you needed all the help you could get, Natalie played soccer as an escape from her shitty home life.

You were always spoilt from the day you were born you got everything you wanted so when you were 6 and some girl refused to share her toys with you because it was “the only one she had” you cut her hair. Snipped her ponytail off with a pair of scissors as your best friend mari giggled. The girl cried but nothing was ever done and the next day when she came into school with a bob cut and you laughed she knew that one day she would make you pay.

This type of bullying continued throughout school all until freshman year of high school when you both tried out for soccer team. Lots of things had changed over the summer you had a new look to match your attitude sporting designer clothes and bags and a body that made people drool. Nat had grown up to and as much as your hated to admit it she was hit her new look was still the least drastic change though which you realized when you walked into the changing rooms after you shower.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You shouted storming over to where Natalie sat smoking her cigarette letting the ash fall onto your hundred dollar jumper “smoking maybe you should try it calm you down abit” Nat quipped leaving you silent for a minute. Natalie had always been quite no matter what you did she only had two responses complete silence or tears but here she was smirking up at you as she continued to smoke her cigarette “that jumper costs more than everything you own put together get you greasy ass away from it” you shouted pointing your finger at nat as she stood up. “Fine whatever you say princess” Nat smirked taking a drag of her cigarette before blowing the smoke into your face and dropping the cigarette onto your jumper walking away as you screamed profanities after her. The next day you told the whole school nat was sleeping with Randy Walsh and when Randy didn’t deny it it became a fact and Nat went back to being her quite self as you teased her. Until a few days later

This became the cycle you make fun of Nat she snaps you do something horrid and she goes back to her quite self. Over the years you humiliated nat over and over whether it was deliberately fouling her at practice, hijacking her class presentations to include inappropriate pictures that almost got her expelled or just simple name calling.

Natalie hated you with all her being she hated you. You were the one who started all the rumors the one responsible for her being branded with the label of slut when she really wasn’t. Fuck Natalie had only ever been with one guy and it was after you had embarrassed her infront of the whole team her self confidence was lost and she tried to regain it through a pointless hookup with some stoner she met through her dealer and yet despite all the sweet praises it did nothing. Nothing could take away the pain you had caused except one thing. Natalie fantasized about it, she laid in bed at night fingers down her pants thinking about what she would do to you how she would choke you until you were unable to breath how she would show you no mercy as she pounded into you telling you everything she thought about you while you just begged for more.

That fantasy was how Natalie calmed herself down after you barged past her while getting onto Lottie’s dads jet knocking her to the ground as she looked up she got a good look at your pantries from under your tiny skirt. She looked away quickly and moved to her seat putting her headphones in and imagining how she would fuck you senseless all while you wore that pretty skirt.

Then the plane crashed

In the beginning you were in shock complete and utter shock misty took care of you bandaging up your neck. You had fallen while escaping the plane nearly impaling yourself on a metal pipe instead you sliced your neck open a large gaping wound that you couldn’t even feel due to your shock. You sat there with mari in silence for what felt like hours.

Natalie was glad. The plane had just crashed and her and her friends were stranded in the middle of nowhere and you left her alone she thanked the gods above for your closed mouth as she didn’t think she could deal with you in the middle of all this but her prayers were not answered.

A month or so after the crash you had still not seen your next. Misty changed your bandages in the meat shed away from everyone else. She had told you it had formed a scar but you didn’t want to believe it. Not until Misty told you you no longer needed the bandages you looked in the after taking them off and saw the big jagged scar that ran the from your jaw down your neck stoping just before it reached your breast. It was ugly big and red and you felt repulsed. You fell into a spiral of insecurity that you combated the only way you knew how. You wrapped a scarf that Lottie packed around your neck and never took it off all the while you began torturing Natalie. Lashing out over every minor thing the girl did. You knew you shouldn’t she was the one hunting your food and keeping you alive but you needed to do something to stop the deep pain you felt.

Time went by and your pain only grew mari became close with akilah a girl you barley new leaving you with no true friends except Laura lee but you knew that was only because the girl loves everyone well loved. Laura lees death hit you hard you struggled to accept that she was just gone and now you were completely alone. Lottie you noticed was feeling the same way so as a way of mutual preservation the two of you stuck together you replacing Laura lee as the person she spoke to about her visions and prophecy’s at first you thought she was crazy but you were lonely and scared and the idea of losing your only friend was enough for you to go along with what Lottie was saying but eventually you started to believe her after Laura lee you were the first person to whole heartedly believe Lottie was right that her visions were more than delusions and that she was special more than a human almost. When van tai Misty and mari went out looking for any sign of life on the island you sat with Lottie as she made a necklace for van and you one for mari.

When they came back you went into shock van had half of her face ripped off and the sight made you feel sick. You hid in the attic and sat alone until mari came walking upstairs looking equally as scared as you did. “She took it off” mark whispered so quite you could barley hear “what?” You asked leaning in “can she took off the necklace then she got eaten by a freacking wolf” mari said eyes wide as she looked at you “you saved me” she said holding her necklace in her hand “no Lottie did mari she’s not crazy she knows stuff she’s speaking to the wilderness” you said grabbing her hand and pulling her close “do you think she’s like some sort of witch” mari asked looking you dead in the eye “I don’t know what she is I just know that she’s something more”

Almost a week had passed since that night you mari and Lottie grew close you and mari beginning to worship the girl looking to her for guidance while Natalie scoffed and called the three of you “crazy” but every time you went fo say something Lottie would simply look at you and you would stop because if Lottie said jump you would say how high?. So when Lottie asked you to try talk to van you couldn’t say no. Lottie hadn’t seen your scar no one apart from misty had but they all knew it was there. You never spoke about it but the scarf gave you away.

At first van ignored you. The two of you were never close due to your attitude and her friendship with Natalie and she had no intention to change that you started to get frustrated. Lottie kept asking if you were making progress with van and when you said you weren’t she looked disappointed and to you there was nothing worse than letting Lottie down so one night while everyone else was asleep you woke van up by dragging her outside and while she shouted at you for “scaring the shit out of her” you pulled off your scarf and showed her your scar. Then you stepped forward and slowly began unwrapping the bandages around her face. The two of you spent hours crying into each others embrace after that. You fell into a ritual of wearing your coverings around the others but taking them off when it was just the two of u. Which was a lot more common as the two of you bonded over your love for movies. Natalie hated this.

When van took her mask off at doomcoming it was the happiest you had felt since the plane went down. Not only were you genuinely happy for your friend but you were also happy that you had done Lottie proud once again.

Time went on a and your neck remained covered. Things changed drastically after winter hit you started relying even more on Lottie doing everything she said without a second thought even if that meant eating your friend. When Shauna attacked Lottie you again fell into shock just watching as Shauna beat the life out of Lottie until she pulled away and you ran forward with misty. You stayed with Lottie nursing her back to health with misty and mari all while trying your best to survive yourself on the minimal food you were eating. When misty told the group of lotties idea. To kill one of the group to eat you immediately agreed Lottie had spoken and that meant you would listen no matter the outcome. So you chased Nat through the woods screaming with the others and you watched javi drown feeling no remorse whatsoever because it was what Lottie wanted. At least that’s what you had been told.

When Lottie finally came down from the attic and walked into the main room of the cabin you jumped up hugging her forcefully happy to see your Lottie was better. That was until you all sat down you next to Lottie as she stood looking around at everyone. Lottie gave her speach and announced that you needed a new leader. You sat up straighter you thought it was you. You who nursed Lottie back to health. You who believed her from the beginning. You who did everything she told you too because you believed. But it wasn’t it was fucking Natalie.

People started to rise walking over to Nat and placing kisses on her hand while you sat still in shock until you were the last one left. Everyone’s eyes were trained on you as you got up and walked over to Natalie reaching out to grab her hand when she pushed it away “kneel” she said forcefully her eyes trained on yours an emotionless look on her face and you did as you were told heat rushing to your cheeks as everyone watched on. You looked up at nat and reached out to once again grab her hand before she forcefully slapped you right across the face causing your head to whip to the side before she just walked away without saying a word. You stayed in that position as you heard taissa and Shauna giggle from there seats causing you to bolt up to the attic and shut the door.

The next few weeks were hell. Natalie completely ignored you at first she let everyone else worship her but you could not and you started to panic wondering what would happen to you if you didn’t show your allegiance to the wilderness. You once aired these worries to misty who being misty went straight to Natalie. From that moment on you never stopped. Natalie sent you on pointless tasks that were impossible to complete taking you all day only to return to no food and Natalie publicly shaming you for failing.

That’s how you ended up on your knees in Natalie’s private room she claimed after coach Ben ran off begging the girl to accept you.

“And why should I? Why should I give a piece of shit like you the chance to feel better about your pathetic life” Nat spat her hand griping your hair and pulling your head back

“Please Natalie I will do anything” you begged looking up at the girl

“Anything?”

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[wroteclassicaly]

i’m here dw <3 i’ve been thinking of the idea of him fucking you and interrogating you hehe. “you wanna cum? you better answer my fuckin’ questions first.” taking total and complete control over you when you’re being difficult is sooooo 💫🫶🏻 He -han

Mr. Tillman loves him some bondage. 🥵

Also… I’m sorry that this took on a mind of its own, and I gave some Headcanons/backstory, that we don’t have yet. I do know Roy is most likely Gator’s dad, because his name is listed as Roy Tillman, so I’m assuming? 😭

Warnings: Language, bondage, edging, possessive Gator, vaginal sex, and use of a sex toy!

~*~

If you told yourself that you never thought about what Gator would, or could do to you with the plethora of binds he kept on him (or in that rust bucket he called a pick-up) — you’d be the biggest liar in the whole entire Midwest. Asking didn’t seem like an option to you, and you weren’t sure if Gator would a) use those specific things on you, or b) think you could handle them. You weren’t the type of girl that he usually took home to bed and be rid of. When you started sleeping together it surprised everyone in town, because let’s face it, word travels when a Tillman is involved in even a spill on aisle twelve. The whispers were more aimed at you, the quiet little mouse that ran the town’s one and only library, and resided on the edge of poverty.

Your grandparent’s lived and died in a trailer, and your dad left with his high-school sweetheart. Your mom had scurried out of town and went further into the country, residing on a farm with her flavor of the last few years. You’d known the Tillman’s since you were born, school mates with Gator, your grandfather working for the city with Roy’s father. It was a weird cycle, things often happening that you didn’t want involved in. So you opted to stay in town in your upstairs studio — charmed by it’s exposed pipes and original hardwood floors — rough, but yours.

Your work was a flight of stairs and down the street — away. You’d pass your favorite diner and the station, both of which Gator always routined in the morning, similar to your own schedule. More often than not, you’d see him clambering from his merlot colored 1948 Ford pickup. He never shut up about restoring the thing, much to Roy’s constant dismay.

“Buy a new one, boy. Waste of time.”

Gator added that to his many blissful defiances towards his father. Ones that could be overlooked. He knew better than to tow the line on the bigger things, even if he was ‘Sheriff’. Still, Gator Tillman did whatever job he was presented with, and he did it well. It followed on the spurs of a roughened elegance, like a soft spicy cologne, the leather of his combat boots, that thick gel he laid his chestnut tresses back with, or the beard burns he decorated along your thighs.

The morning that started it all, is when you’d had some continuous issues with idiot kids breaking into the return box and busting it into dents. Was it a big deal? Not really. But you weren’t about to lose your shitty minimum wage job for childish theatrics, all because your manager was a tight wad, and the town hall was in Roy’s back pocket, unwilling to let funds go for things that weren’t firearms. You hadn’t unlocked the box for returns, and you heard the kids throwing rocks, ramming it with the tires of their bikes —sheer boredom on a summer morning.

Gator was already out there, leaned over the top of a neon green set of handlebars, palm clasped on the pre-teen’s shoulder, shaking his head. The kid was pale, holding up his hands in apology, and turning towards you with glossy eyes. A quiet ‘M’ sorry, M’am.” Had tumbled off his lips. If they hadn’t continuously caused so much damage, you would’ve felt bad for him.

As he rode off into that crisp morning air, you’d turned, only to find the sun illuminating Gator’s enriching chocolate eyes, irises scattered with shards of mossy green and embers of golden flecks, his caramel colored hair slicked back until it looked darker than its natural shade — shining, freckles splattered all over his face and neck, a glimpse of his gold chain peeking out from his navy blue t-shirt, his vest tossed over his loose jean jacket, with his look completed by his thigh holster and weapon — strapped to his gray and black camouflage cargo pants. He drank in your reaction like a man dying of thirst. And the rest became one for the small town history books.

~*~

“Gator, just… fucking… PLEASE —“

A hand that is tainted with the musk of your own arousal, it lays flat over your mouth, his chain dipping between the valley of your perspired-drenched breasts, a brutal thrust delivered. His stubble formed beard, it scratches at your earlobe, his lips whispering out in a tone of mocking. “Didn’t I tell you not to talk unless you have answers for me?”

You mumble against his hand and he reaches back over with a free set of digits, snatching your wand off the table and pressing it back onto your clit. “What’s that, sweetheart? Was that a confession or another mouthy mistake?”

Tears soak your lash line, your cunt dousing him with new waves of cream each time he gives another push. He smirks, eyes blown and receptive, features a lit with mirth. He loves you not giving it up as much as he’s giving it to you. This… interrogation became more than his jealousy. A fun little game that he knew would also test his sanity not to claim you outwardly.

His spit-slick hand leaves your mouth, the vibrator being pulled off as you start to buck into his pelvis. You whine loudly, panting, his hand slapping above up into your bed frame, caging you in beside your cuffed wrists. You’re dripping down his balls and your ass, out of your fucking mind with raw need. You’ll say anything he wants, at this point. His calloused thumb-pad hovers over your clit, lips puffing out another questioning demand. “I asked you who he was and why he thought it was okay to act like your little hero, huh? He sniffin’ around you, wanting to hike up his leg for a piece of territory?”

“I need you, Gator! I want —“

His thumb grazes your clit and presses down… hard, leaving a painful ache snapping inside of your belly, but not enough to give you what you need, simply just encourage its flames. You tighten around him and he pulls out some, shaking his head. “Don’t care what you want. He’s playin’ on my turf, with my bitch. And she’s already been claimed.”

You attempt to twist your hips, but he rises onto his knees, hairy thighs pressed into the underside of your own. He’s in your face again, clicking his tongue to the roof of his mouth. “You wanna cum? You better answer my fuckin’ questions first!”

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[birdlungg]

Would i maybe be able to request an eddie x reader where the reader is newish in town, moved into trailer park on her own and needed a new weed dealer so her new co worker robin/steve sent her to eddie. After meeting a few times they realize they have a lot in common (music, style etc.) and there's obvious sexual and romantic tension. So when the reader gets locked out of her trailer in the pouring rain she ends up at eddies and spicyness or fluff ensues

This is so cute I love this man kshdgfkjahdskjfh

Warnings: Smut, mentions of abuse, Steve being Steve, Eddie being hot

OVER 2K WORDS MY GUY LETS GO

let me know what you think!

The first time Eddie sees you, you're unloading your small amount of belonging from the back of your shitty sedan. He's on his way to school and stops dead in his tracks when he sees you bent over rummaging around in your trunk.

"Well, fuck me." He mutters to himself. You're wearing dark jeans and a Metallica shirt and you're his dream girl already. You feel the tell-tale prickle at the back of your neck that tells you someone is staring and turn to see him looking away from you quickly. He's cute, you think with a smile. But you really don't need another relationship at the moment.

He basically rushes to his van and peels out quicker than he should in order to avoid any more awkwardness, and you shrug and turn back to your car.

You see each other in passing a few times since his school schedule and your new work schedule seem to line up almost identically, but you still haven't spoken. It's not until your new coworkers mention him that you decide to actually introduce yourself.

"Man, I need to find a new weed guy," you say dramatically as you drape yourself over the counter. Robin laughs at you lightly as she flicks your forehead. You stick your tongue out at her before standing upright and leaning against the counter. "Any recommendations?" you ask playfully.

"No, because unlike you I don't need to get high to have fun," Steve pipes up from where he's unboxing things behind you. You and Robin gasp playfully at him.

"Oh? Is that why you're so boring?" You say laughing. You have to duck as he throws a VHS cassette at you and Robin catches it over your head.

"You should talk to Eddie. I hear he has every kind of drug a girl could ask for." Robin says, trying to change the subject before you and Steve start bickering. "Actually, I think he lives like right next to you!"

You think for a moment, tapping your pointer finger on your chin. You snap when someone finally comes to mind. "Is he the hottie with the dark hair and the black van?" You ask.

Robin nods as Steve shouts indignantly "Hottie?! That's your type?" He sounds a bit hurt. When you first came in to interview for the position, Steve laid it on pretty thick trying to ask you out. You shut him down pretty quickly, much to his bane and Robin's pleasure.

You still haven't told them exactly why you moved to Hawkins, but they know something serious happened. You didn't particularly like loud noises and always tried to keep any guy you talked to on the other side of an obstacle. They put two and two together pretty quickly.

"Steve, I know you think I'm attractive but I'm not looking for a relationship right now, and I just don't feel that way about you. All I want from Eddie is some weed, alright? I'm still trying to heal from the last guy." You cross your arms awkwardly, realizing you divulged maybe a little too much as they look at you sadly. Clearing your throat, you decide to change the subject.

"Anyway, does this Eddie have good weed or shit weed? After a day with you two I'm gonna need the best I can get my hands on." You wink at them and they both roll their eyes.

You decide to introduce yourself that night and walk over to his trailer after parking your car at yours. You can hear the sound of Pantera playing loudly from inside, and smirk to yourself before knocking on the door.

A few moments later you hear the music get turned down slightly as he shouts that the door is open. You crack open the door and peek your head inside. he has his back to you as he flips through a handful of cassettes in his hands.

"Henderson, I thought I told you tomorrow, buddy!" He still hasn't turned around to realize that he's not who you think and you clear your throat. He spins around and fumbles with the cassettes when he sees you, dropping a few on the ground as he stands there awkwardly.

You smirk and give him a light wave. "Sorry, not Henderson. I'm your new neighbor." You introduce yourself. He blinks at you and you stand there waiting for him to catch up. He must be really high right now, you think.

"Um. I'm high. I mean, hi. I'm Eddie," he backtracks and you can't help but laugh at him. He flushes red and nervously scratches the back of his neck.

"Hi, Eddie. Nice to meet you. I'm looking for a new weed dealer and was told by a little 'birdy' that you are the guy to go to. That true?" A look of shock comes over his face before he smirks and exaggeratedly bows at the waist.

"My lady, you came to the right place."

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You see a lot more of him after that. He always says he doesn't have as much weed as you're looking to buy, so you have to visit him frequently. You suspect that he's lying to get you to come back more often, but can't find it in you to care. You love hanging out with him. You started smoking weed together as well, sometimes in his trailer, sometimes in your own. He even introduced you to dungeons and dragons, which you enjoyed a lot more than you thought you would.

You very quickly find yourself falling for him. He made it so easy, but you didn't want to rush into anything too quick. There were times when you caught him looking at you like you'd never been looked at before and thought that maybe, just maybe, he felt the same.

You woke up late for work, and then remembered halfway through the day that you had a doctor's appointment and had to leave early to change and head to the clinic. In your rush, you didn't realize that part of your keychain had fallen off on your way out the door.

It had happened a few times before, and Eddie was constantly telling you that you needed to get it fixed, but you always brushed it off. Well, today that would bite you in the ass.

It's absolutely pouring when you get home later that day, and you can barely see a few feet in front of you. You bolt to your door after getting out of your car, only to realize that your door key is not in your ring. You gape at the lock for far too long in disbelief and can feel frustrated tears pooling in your eyes.

You're shocked that your first thought after realizing what happened is 'Eddie can help'. You know how you feel about him but are so scared to be hurt again. You consider your options for a few seconds before making your way to the door of his trailer. You knock as hard as you can so he can hear you over the rain.

You shiver and rub your palms against your arms for warmth as he opens the door. Even though you'd knocked on his door tons of times, he still looks surprised to see you there in the rain.

"Jesus sweetheart, what the hell are you doing out there?" He grabs you gently by the shoulders and pulls you into the trailer, shutting and locking the door behind him.

"I'm sorry," you gasp. "I locked my keys in my trailer. I didn't know where else to go." He leaves you for a second to grab a towel from the bathroom and wraps it around your shoulders.

"Don't be sorry baby, let's just get you warm." He's so focused on trying to dry your shirt that he doesn't even register what he just said, but you did. You're just looking at him as he's trying to take care of you and all you can think about is how pretty he is.

You rock forward on your feet and connect your lips, pulling away quickly when you realized what you'd done. You open your mouth to apologize because fuck, you just fucked up and ruined the best thing in your life but he grabs your hips and pulls you into him and kisses you deeply.

It's everything you wanted it to be. He tastes and smells so good and you wrap your arms around him and sigh into the kiss. He pulls away once you both need air and rests his forehead against yours. You stare into his big brown eyes and whisper softly, "warm me up?"

He doesn't even hesitate to kiss you again, this time pushing you backward until your calves hit the sofa behind you. He grips the bottom of your soaked shirt, stopping the kiss to get it over your head, and then he's guiding you down to lay on the sofa. He removes his own shirt next, and your lust-filled gaze travels along his torso and traces over his tattoos.

Your socks and shoes go next, and he grunts in frustration when he tries to get your wet jeans off. You laugh at him lightly, but he smirks and kisses you.

"Quiet you, I'm trying to be smooth here. " You laugh harder this time and he nips at your neck, making you moan lightly. He sucks at your neck, entertaining himself with the feeling of your skin against his lips as you unbuckle his pants and push them down his thighs with his boxers. You reach behind you and undo your bra, and he kisses his way down your chest as soon as it hits the floor.

Eddie has never felt this attracted to anyone before. He feels so warm and vulnerable and safe all at the same time. He removes that last bit of clothing from you both, and now you're both naked, pressed up against each other on his ratty old couch as the rain continues outside.

He sits up, maintaining eye contact with you as he trails his ring-covered hand down to your cunt. His thumb comes to rest on your clit and two fingers slowly enter you. You're embarrassingly wet already and turn your head into the couch. He stops, not wanting you to be uncomfortable with anything.

"Baby, do you want me to keep going?" He asks gruffly. He feels like he's would explode if you wanted to stop, but he cares about you too much to push you.

"Yes," you murmur, peeking up at him through your lashes. "It's just been a while since..." You trail off and he nods in understanding. "We can stop if you want. Just say the word," he responds.

You trace the tattoo on his collar bone before reaching down and gripping his cock tightly. He grunts and jerks his hips forward as you stroke him. Wrapping your legs around his waist causes him to remove his hand from your cunt and brace his arms on either side of your head.

You position his cock at your opening and look up at him with blown pupils and god you look so gorgeous that he just can't help but kiss you silly again. Then, he's moving his hips and sheathing himself inside of you. You gasp against each other mouths as he bottoms out, and he lets you adjust briefly before he starts thrusting.

Eddie starts up a steady pace, feeling like your walls are sucking him in tightly as he rolls his hips into you. You rake your nails down his back as you gasp and moan into his mouth, before throwing your head back in pleasure. He's quick to reattach his mouth to your throat, working on that same spot as before.

"Fuck baby, you feel so good," he grunts against you. The sensation of his long curly hair against your bare chest just heightens your pleasure and you clamp around him. A few thrusts later the band in your abdomen snaps and you come around him. The sensation causes him to reach his finish and he releases deep inside you with a groan.

You both sit there panting for a moment as you calm down, and he nuzzles into your throat as you run your fingers through his beautiful hair. You sigh happily at the feeling of fullness you get from his cock before giggling slightly. He looks up at you questionably before you tell him,

"I should lock myself out more often."

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