#they do not care about eddie’s gfs oh my god

[b-dwolf]

obsessed with how they are building up this new friendship with eddie and tommy and showing us how ‘envious’ buck is of them instead of like, idk maybe building up eddie’s relationship with his?? girlfriend?

like god that is amazing this show is hilarious

#eddie diaz #evan buckley #marisol #tommy kinard #still think its crazy she has no last name #just like ana #they do not care about eddie’s gfs oh my god #i am so sorry #buddie #911 on abc #911 spoilers

[munamania]

i can’t believe i just read a post with my own two eyes that the only interesting thing about ronance is steve’s emotional reactions to them. steve stans do you hear yourself. and can you ever like. not say things

#i understand with the characters in the show right. that none of your fun pretend steve gay ships would need to be examined by an outsider #bc eddie’s new and jonathan. is on the other side of the nancy breakup lol. and yet no one involves her or those complex feelings talking #abt them. but we want all of steve’s possible emotional reactions to the lesbian characters #can i be honest. i am so tired of the trope where there’s a guy who one of them breaks up with and he’s just there after the lesbians get #together and ik that’s not the case here and it’s just residual resentment for that bleeding into this but. are you joking #ngl! i don’t want to know about a man’s opinions of my relationships. even if it’s my gf’s ex. even if we all happen to be friends. like #maybe im in the minority there. maybe it’s okay if steve is just like whatever #because he canonically said he was over her. and i get first loves mean a lot. but like. what the fuck #like???????????? #i get he’s your baby boy he’s your number one he can do no wrong. but. that’s the only part of the r0nance dynamic you care about #that’s all you want to know. very least you could do is not involve that post anywhere near the tags #something abt it just doesn’t sit right. and ik you can come at me with ‘just block people’ #but i think i’m disturbed by the number of people who are like omg yeah!!!!! #maybe not everything has to be abt him idk just a thought. sorry steve stans. #also i realize it’s not a ‘trope’ that’s the wrong word but it’s happened enough in shows that i’m like oh my god. can the lesbians just #like exist maybe. perhaps

[theold-ultraviolence]

Heat

summary: itty bitty smut blurb about Eddie dirty-talking in spanish for his latinx!gf. CW: gender neutral/no pronouns used, reader is described as having breasts; titty-worship, use of blindfold, oral sex-male receiving. The reader is latinx but it is not explicit as to where they're from, just that they speak spanish - Grisi shampoo is referenced though, which is a Mexican brand. Words: 800. *Translations for the Spanish phrases are at the end*

When it’s dark, you can feel him better. 

The way Eddie’s fingertips are callused, the nails are cut near to the cuticle to keep the grime away from working at the mechanic shop. Still, his touch is softest when he secures the blindfold around your head, brushing your hair away from the nape of your neck. His palms are so big that your tits fill them perfectly, as he squeezes and fondles with reverence, as the chapped skin around his thumbs graze the pillowy skin of your nipples. His whole hand nearly covers your entire neck as he caresses you from behind; one hand teasing your throat, the other mapping the curves of your stomach and hips. 

When your sight is missing, you can smell him better. 

Smell the fresh note of chamomile from the Grisi shampoo you received on the latest care package your family sent you; Eddie got a liking for it when he visited your country. It makes his curls appear golden under the sunlight, as soft as silk to the touch. That scent mixes with that of nicotine on his breath, and the beachy smell of sunscreen absorbed on his skin after a day out at the lake. Underneath that, his earthy musk, as he rests his chin on your shoulder, nuzzling his nose against your neck. 

Without your vision, the way he tastes you melts you faster against his embrace.

His long tongue laps at your neck before he captures your earlobe with his teeth, flicking the lobe tenderly before sucking it into his mouth. Makes you sigh brokenly, tilting your neck to one side to expose more of yourself to him. 

Your neves are already alight, your skin is covered in goosebumps. 

And that’s until you hear him. 

A jolt of arousal shoots through your very core as he says, “tus pechos son increíbles…” while he squeezes your tits again. 

“Eddie!” you moan with arousal but also with a fuzzy sensation of love, as you bite your lip hard and try to follow his movements by blindly lolling your head from side to side. 

He said he had a surprise for you, but you figured it was the blindfold when he pulled it from his nightstand. You had no idea he had been practicing his Spanish…at least not with phrases like this. 

“Y-yeah? You like them?” you whisper breathlessly while gulping down and arching back against him, wanting more. 

“Sí, son preciosos…”  His breath in your ear hits like lightning, his words bring out a thundering arousal flooding your senses. You can only giggle and blush, feeling elated, and cherished, to know your boyfriend would do this for you. 

You yelp with surprise when he tilts you back in his arms, getting you to lay on your back among the pillows as he gets on top of you. The light fuzz of stubble on his chin tickles you deliciously as he kisses your tits, gathering them in his hands to push them upwards, before his tongue flicks and sucks on a nipple. 

“Tienen el tamaño perfecto para mi…” he says, and your thighs squeeze together on instinct. 

“Para besarlos, y tocarlos…” his touch is incredible, but it’s his words that are making you feel like Icarus flying too close to the sun. 

“...para lamerlos…” 

“Fuck, Eddie…” you whimper, biting your lip to keep from moaning so much. You’re trembling so hard, feverish with need. 

“...para morderlos…” His teeth dig into your nipple, pulling at it softly before releasing it with a slick noise, right before he licks and nibbles on your breasts, taking his sweet time to not leave any inch of skin untouched.

“Quiero lamerte y morderte duro…” He mumbles as he buries his face between your tits, kissing his way upwards. 

“Oh my god, Eddie…” you bite your lip hard, quivering and writhing on the bed - and then whimper when the warmth of his tongue is gone for a moment.

You try to sense where he went, try to pierce through the blindfold with your gaze even if it’s a silly notion, until – 

– “Voy a morder todo tu cuerpo así…” he growls right into your ear making you moan louder, the lewd noise coming straight from your guts; white-hot flames of arousal dance beneath your covered eyes. 

Because in this darkness, the heat feels like it’s blazing right through you.

You feel every droplet of Eddie’s sweat falling on your pebbled skin as he goes down your body, biting and licking away in between murmurs in your language that add more fuel to the fire. 

By smell alone you can tell that he’s taken off his boxers, sitting on his heels beside your head, and taking your jaw in his palm, guiding you to him 

“Que rico, mi amor…” you retaliate and grin eagerly when he shivers at your words just like you did earlier for him, as you take his cock in your mouth and relish in the way you can truly focus on the way he feels without your eyesight. Heavy and warm as the engorged veins of his length pulse and throb.

He whimpers as you murmur sweet nothings in spanish between ragged breaths and gurgling noises, making your heart race as you think – you never knew words could carry such fire within them.

SPANISH DIALOGUE

"Your tits are incredible"

"Yes, they're precious"

"They are the perfect size for me"

"To kiss them, and touch them..."

"...to lick them..."

"...to bite them..."

"I want to lick you and bite you hard"

"I'm gonna bite all your body like this..."

"So good, my love..."

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x reader #latinx!reader #eddie munson x latinx!reader #eddie munson blurb #stranger things #joseph quinn #my writing

[indouloureux]

hi mama! are requests open again? if not ignore this but if they are:

i’m thinking of eddie w calling his gf mommy/mama and being all needy and maybe he goes into subspace and then some sweet cute aftercare.

-🦷

hey baby!! yes requests are open (but only for a bit <;3)

18+ mdni. cw: oral (m), blowjobs, cum eating, mommy kink, overstimulation, ball play, degradation (whore) aftercare. fem!reader

"h-holy fucking shit,"

eddie's moans are loud, almost pornographic, with the way your mouth sinks and your head bobs fast and unstoppable on his very sensitive cock. he's lost count of how many times you'd made him cum, and honestly, he couldn't find it himself to complain.

just because having his cock sucked by you was practically better than heaven and hell itself.

your left hand splays just on the skin adjacent to where the tush of his coarse curls rest above his girthy dick, right in the middle where the inked bat wings spread across his v-line. the head sinks down to your throat, and you swallow, his salty taste of precum and your spit being consumed. eddie yelps, his hands on your hair clenching.

"shit- yes. yes, mommy," he lets out a blissful laugh, and it makes you smile around his length. your vacant hand tugs and fondles with his sack, heavy with cum and clenching tightly as he nears his orgasm. you look up to see his eyes rolling to the back of his head, placing the bats on his hairy arms over his eyelids. "god- your mouth feels so amazing."

you discard your mouth from his aching cock, finger tracing the bulging vein from the bottom of his shaft up to beneath his almost red tip, to which you grant his slit with the flick of your tongue that makes his thighs shake. "oh, i know you do. you're such a whore for my mouth, aren't you? going out with your little friends and- oh fuck- just going on and on about how i kept on talking so much about this and that but look at you, crying for me. i wonder what they'll think knowing their precious dungeon master's all putty for some girl."

he whines in disdain. "fuuuck, mama. you're gonna make me cum,"

"fuuuck," you mock him, laughing sardonically when your hand comes up to jerk him off, flicking your wrist to squeeze at his head before it applies pressure to his shaft when you move down. "go ahead and cum for mommy, think you can do that?"

eddie nods. "mhm, y-yeah. yeah- fuckin' ozzy- i can do that for mommy. 've been a good boy,"

he cums a minute later despite his cries because fuck — your mouth was pleasure; hellfire with your searing tongue bringing him close. he cums in your mouth, and eddie sees stars.

his vision then goes white before it reels into a void. he thinks he might have passed out, but when he feels your gentle hand caress his face and a half panicked voice that brings him back to life, he's resurrected.

"oh, jesus," you laugh worriedly, placing your hand on his bare chest. "thought i might have killed you, eddie."

"you definitely did," he pants, eyes droopy.

"gonna take care of you now, 'kay baby? i put your boxers back on when you passed out and was able to get some water," you reach for the glass on the table. then he sees you pick up a wet rag that you placed beside his leg. "gonna clean you up now, yeah?"

eddie nods.

you press kisses to the purple bruises you left on his chest, caress the scratches you painted on his alabaster skin as you wipe the sticky substance away from his thighs and his sex. eddie sighs, body going lax on his lumpy bed.

and once you're done, eddie pulls you to his chest, placing your head right where his heart was.

"sorry i was mean to you earlier, mama," he whispers. "guess i was just kind of out of it, babe."

"but honestly," you turn, resting your chin on top of the tattooed spider. "if i get to punish you like that and have you moaning like some fuckin' pornstar, i'd let you talk shit about me, baby."

eddie laughs, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

reblogs and feedback are appreciated <3

#eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson #x reader

[hellfiremunsonn]

We’re Not Painting The Trailer Pink. Eddie Munson x Reader

We’re Not Painting The Trailer Pink.

I do not allow my writing to be republished anywhere other than my own blog without my consent

Summary: Eddie lets his golden retriever girlfriend plant a bunch of flowers around the trailer. 

(This fic has no smut. Younger audiences are able to read this without any explicit content. but I will still be marking and labeling my writing as 18+)

18 + IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR OLDER DO NOT READ OR INTERACT WITH MY WRITING. IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME.

Warnings: blood (from a scraped knee), golden retriever gf!, fem reader, Eddie being a big soft boi for his love.

Word count: 1385

(NOT PROOF READ) 

The sun streamed through the small window in Eddies room, warming the area slightly. He were never one for early mornings but you made them more bearable. The abruption of his front door opening ripped him from his thoughts. Uncrossing his legs and setting the pad of paper aside he leaned out of his bedroom, holding the frame of the door to look around it to see who it was.

"Oh my god Eddie!" You hopped on one foot attempting to untie your shoelaces. "Eddie I saw the biggest bumble bee" You continued hopping until staggering slightly and falling over.

"Baby be careful" Eddie said walking over to you. A small smile on his lips as he bent down in front of you to untie your shoes for while you continued to talk. Noticing the drip of blood starting at the side of your knee, going all the way down to the hem of your frilly socks, staining the white fabric. "He was huge Eds, like bigger than my big toe for sure!"

"Baby you're bleeding" He said interrupting you, pointing to the cut on your knee.

"Huh?" You followed his eyes to your knee and scowled. "But my knee doesn't even hurt" You shrugged. "I don't know how that bee could fly with how fat he was" Leaning back onto your hands you moved the foot he wasn't freeing from your shoe side to side.

"How'd you hurt yourself?"

"I was trying to climb the tree in my backyard, one of my little rainbow flags got stuck up there" You pouted, head tilting to the side while watching his fingers work on the laces. "Did you get it down? I could probably bring a ladder by"

"That would be much easier I think, but what if it blows away by then?"

"Then I will get you another one" He said smiling. "Are you sure it was a bumble bee?" He said returning the conversation back to your excitement, removing one shoe, and the bloodied sock before shifting to the next.

"Of course it was a bumble bee! He was so pretty, and very loud, he kind of scared me cause he came right up to me when I was watering my flowers" You wiggled your now naked toes. Removing the other shoe and chucking them both near the front door Eddie stands up to help you get up on your feet. "I'm gunna grab you a bandaid okay?" He says giving you a quick kiss to your temple.

You skipped over to his room while he went into his small bathroom, rummaging the small cupboard for the box of bandaids he had added to his collection of first aid supplies, specifically for you. Grabbing some dampened paper towel he returned to his room.

He knelt in front of where you were sat on his bed and handed you the box of looted bandaids. "Pick one" You flipped through the options carefully, making sure the one your chose was perfect, and after a few moments you looked up with a satisfied smile as you lifted one up and out of the box, a bright neon pink one held delicately between your fingers.

"Perfect choice" he said taking it from you. Wiping off the now dried blood from your knee and leg, your leg hair tickling his fingers as he went.

It was always something he admired about you, although he admired most things about you. You just didn't care what people thought, never hiding from the world if your legs weren't perfectly shaven.

A small giggle from your lips made him look up. "My leg hair is almost as long as your arm hair" You smile while taking one of his arms in your hands petting the hair and sighing. "We match" you giggled again.

He smiled removing the bandaid from its paper packaging and gently pressing it against your knee. Giving a small kiss to it and leaning back to throw the garbage away. You stretched out your leg, admiring the small pink disruption on your otherwise flawless looking legs. The hem of your pink dress falling slightly down, exposing more of your thigh, giving Eddie a small view of the blue panties you wore underneath. Hopping back down onto his bed next to you, he shoved the notepad he was writing in earlier off the edge and pulled you closer to him by the waist.

You laughed, curling yourself up into a ball next to him, with your back flat against his chest. He nuzzled his nose against your neck, planted a few small kisses to the skin exposed there, inhaling slightly, her flowery scent fuelling him like it always did.

"Can we stay like this forever?" He asked, speaking into your skin.

"I think we'd die, if we stayed here forever" You said taking a deep breath. "I'd get hungry" You sigh, sinking yourself a bit deeper into his pillow.

"That's a very good point" Eddie hummed.

You rolled in his arms, turning to face him. Both hands coming up to hold his face gently. Your brows furrowed and you bit the inside of your cheek.

"What are you thinking about princess?" He said quietly, not wanting to disturb your thoughts.

"Can I have a kiss?" Your eyes shifted, avoiding his gaze, like you had become suddenly shy.

"Of course baby" he said leaning forward, pressing his lips to yours. Whatever you had on your lips tasted like bubblegum and it drove him wild. Pulling away you bit at her bottom lip once more, now wet from the kiss.

"Um Eds?"

"Mhmm?" His thumb rubbed against your cheek.

"Can we get flowers? For outside? I think it would make your trailer look extra pretty, do you think uncle Wayne will be okay with that?"

"Wayne has the biggest soft spot for you, he'd let you paint the trailer pink if you asked nicely enough" Your eyes went wide and you sat up to get a better look at him.

"We are not painting the trailer pink" he said giving you a stern look.

You look at him with puppy dog eyes, bottom lip pushed out, plump and pink. He couldn't help but lean forward and try to my quickly nip at it.

Your cheeks turned rosy as you rolled away from him and off the bed and onto the floor with a light thump and a small giggle. Getting up quickly and into the living room you yelled "Lets go!"

Following after you quickly, the two of you made your way to go get some flowers. The whole time you beamed so brightly. Skipping from one flower to the next, sniffing, and assessing every one making sure the ones that you picked were the best the best. "Should we get some seeds too? We could try to grow some" you said turning over a packet of sunflower seeds in your hands. He knew they were your favourite, and that they reminded you of the sun, not only because of the name but because of their petals. You admired how they chased the sun and warmth almost as much as you did. "We definitely need some of those" He said taking the packet from you and chucking them into the cart he was leaning on. You clapped your hands in excitement before skipping to the next section of flowers. The skirt of your dress swaying around you delicately with every one of your steps.

By the time you got back the sun was setting, and Eddie almost asked you if you wanted to wait until tomorrow but he knew you would be too excited to wait. After about an hour, both your knees and hands were covered in dirt you were satisfied with each placement of flower, along with three small terracotta pots on the cement porch with your now growing sunflowers. Standing up and taking a few steps back, with your hands on your hips you sighed. "Perfect I think" You nodded, giving the flowers a once over. Eddie comes to stand next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, letting his wrist hang loosely over it, not wanting to add anymore dirt to your dress.

"Looks great princess" He said leaning down slightly to kiss you on the head.

"Thanks Eds" You looked up at him with those bright eyes, and few smudges of dirt across your cheeks and forehead. "You look hot covered in dirt"

He laughed. "Really?"

"Yes, and I would very much like to make love with you right now" You stated confidently, grabbing his hand and dragging him back into the trailer.

"Well I'll never say no to that"

#Eddie Munson #Stranger Things #Stranger Things fic #Eddie Munson fic #Eddie Munson fluff #Stranger Things fluff #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson x fem reader #Eddie Munson x golden retriever girlfriend #golden retriever girlfriend #hellfiremunsonn

[carolmunson]

girls just wanna have fun

a rockstar!eddie x actress!reader / boxer!steve/librarian!gf crossover extravaganza.

Get ready for the FEELINGS train, it’s rolling in! Today’s lesson is on minding your own business before you get your feelings hurt. The girls have a girls day after being bored at the gym and we learn a little something about everyone here in crossover land. God forbid I ever write a real happy ending and if you didn’t want Boxer!Steve and Actress!Wife to fuck, you might by the end of this crossover. (One day I’ll write Rockstar!Eddie smut, I promise.) To get the full effect, please listen to Madi Davis’s cover of ‘Girls Just Wanna Have Fun’ near the middle to the end. It’s what I listened to on a loop while I wrote this. For context, I might recommend reading ‘Not Givin’ It Up’ part one and part two but long story short, Rockstar Eddie and Actress Wife separated for half a year after a lot of promises of Eddie getting clean and always coming up short. He’s semi sober now, just not doing opiates and we are PROUD OF HIM! I’m not a huge Y/N girl, so for all purposes I’ve inserted the name Stella for actress!wife and Libby for librian!GF as approved by @rollergirlworld​ who also helped me in the creation of this crossover! WORD COUNT: 9k+ WARNINGS: Swearing, controlling behavior, addiction and drug mention, fighting (boxing), blood, sexual innuendo, some sexy shower stuff but no sex. All around sadness but plenty of cuteness – we stan the girls. Lastly, there’s definitely some mistakes in here and I don’t care. Also, if you’re under 18, don’t read my content.

The drive was longer than you’d hoped, traffic was unbearable, you were sweating — and now you had to go sit in a boxing gym and watch two stupid boys work out and box for who knows how many stupid hours. Your only saving grace was getting to spend a couple days at the beach house and getting to see Steve Harrington’s little woman. The sun beat down on the convertible, a dark cherry red ‘71 Jaguar. It was a gift from Eddie on your twenty-fifth birthday, which was only a little funny because you never really got to drive it.

“Was this secretly a gift for you?” you asked, sliding into the passengers seat to head to your birthday party. “What?” he feigned offense, but he knew you were right, “No, of course not, baby. You just look so good in red.” You rolled your eyes at the lie, but still let a laugh sneak out between your teeth. Today, you wished he hadn’t put the top down, it was too humid. It had been a drizzly month and the rain felt trapped in the air even with the sun out. Thick, sticky, and unforgiving even with the wind whipping your faces. Eddie on the other hand loved watching your hair fan out behind you on the high way. He loved your little squint you made before you’d put your sunglasses on. Big, vintage cateye ones he snagged for you at a big flea market somewhere in Massachusetts on an east coast tour. “Said they were from the 60s, surprised how cheap they were,” he said, passing them to you in the case, “They got a lot of weight to them. I liked the little engravings on the inside. Kinda cool, right?” “I love the tortoise print,” you said, folding them over in your hands. He always rambled when he thought you weren’t going to like something – when the gift wasn’t extravagant. When he was nervous you were going to think something was stupid. It couldn’t be further from the truth of course, there wasn’t anything he could get you or find for you that you would think was stupid. The case balancing on your thigh toppled to the ground. Before you could think, he bent down to pick it up. “You were saying in New York you wanted a pair like that, so – I did my best,” he smiled, still squatting and letting his hand rest on your knee. You tried them on and he dramatically put a hand to his chest, toppling over just like the glasses case. “Oh baby, you’re killin’ me,” he said from the floor, “You look so pretty.” That had been a good day until he got arrested for indecent exposure and public intoxication outside of Rainbow bar. You pleaded with the cops to let him go, that he was just too fucked up and you’d take him home – he didn’t mean anything by it. Eddie couldn’t keep his mouth shut though, “Fuckin’ pigs,” pouring out of his lips in a haze while the cuffs got tighter on his wrists. You bailed him out later and he passed out in the back seat of the Chevrolet, liqour on his tongue and coaine residue still on his nose. You used all of your strength training to help carry his dead weight to bed – only making it to the couch in the main first floor sitting room and covering yourselves up with a cashmere blanket. You kept him on his side and stayed up the whole night rubbing his back until he woke up and ran to the bathroom to puke – starting your day with a cocktail of ibuprofen and electrolytes. You were jostled out of your memory when the car pulled into the gym’s parking lot. You noticed the condominiums that Steve and his little woman lived in were merely steps away. Made sense, you guessed, since he had to train so often – even if they were only here for a few months out of the year. “You okay, sweet thing?” Eddie asked, taking the keys out of the ignition. He reached out to rub your shoulder but you pulled out of his grasp, getting out of the car. The vintage white tennis dress you wore suddenly felt suffocating even while the skirt of it flounced at the tops of your thighs. “Hey,” Eddie said, coming around to your side of the car. His tone changed, more worried while he tried to scan your features through your sunglasses, “Baby, you alright?” You took a deep breath through your nose and nodded while taking your sunglasses off. You reached into your purse and put them back in the case, “I’m okay, Ed.”   He reached over your seat and pulled his gym bag out from behind it, slinging it over his shoulder. His wife beater riding up showing off the top of his black shorts and his tight stomach – a smattering of hair trailed down past the band. “You upset with me?” he asked, putting his hand back on your shoulder. He could feel how tense you were under his touch. You both had been practicing being more communicative about your feelings after he got clean. He knew he had a long way to go, that you didn’t owe him forgiveness all the time. He’d beg you to tell him what you were thinking about when you got distant so you could talk it through. He wanted to hear you be mad at him, ‘It’s not healthy to hold that in baby, you gotta tell me. It’s okay if it hurts my feelings, I hurt your feelings first.’ “Just thinking about something from before,” you confessed. He put his gym bag on the pavement, touching the edge of his Converse to the edge of your sandals, your perfectly manicured toes looking so different from his beat up sneakers. “You wanna talk about it?” he asked, eyes so gentle on you that you’d tell him the sky was red if he asked. The way he’d throw away everything to hear one word come out of your mouth. “It doesn’t matter, it was in the past,” you shake your head but he doesn’t buy it. He reaches forward to brush some stray hairs out of your face, his calloused fingers grazing your cheek. “It does matter,” his tone gets serious but his touch is soft, “Don’t say that shit to me, Stell. It does matter if it’s making you upset.” “I was thinking about one of those nights outside of Rainbow,” you mumbled, looking down at both of your shoes. Your arms instinctively crossed across your chest, a habit Eddie caught you developing when you talked about something that made you uncomfortable – like you wanted to protect yourself from the memory. “The night I gave you those glasses?” he asked, nodding down to your purse, “I remember.” You laugh a little, “I’m surprised. You were so fucked up.” Eddie laughed back with you, your smile making his chest swell and his breath catch in his throat a little. He could never get over how sometimes it felt like he was talking to you for the first time all over again. “Come here, pretty girl,” his voice was a little gruff while he wrapped his arms around you, squishing your crossed arms against your chest. “It’s okay to still be mad about that,” he ran a hand soothingly on your back, “I’m still mad at me, too.” “It feels stupid,” you said into his chest. “It’s not stupid,” he said, “Whoever is telling you it’s stupid? Is stupid.” You moved back from his grasp and smiled up him, his boyish toothy grin shining down at you, “You’re stupid.” “You’re stupid,” he challenged back before peppering your face in kisses. The way he knew would make you giggle. “You here to box or you here to kiss cheerleaders under the bleachers, Munson?” Big, Steve’s trainer, was at the entrance door, “He’s gonna be pissed that you’re late.” “By two minutes, you serious?” Eddie hoisted his gym bag up over his shoulder again, reaching for your hand for you to follow into the lobby. Low and behold, there’s King Steve, broody as ever refilling his water bottle. It was clear he trained before this with Big, waiting for his chance to train Eddie after – almost like a pre-game to get the rest of his rage out. Sweat glistened on his shoulders and biceps, down his defined chest. You couldn’t help but feel your cheeks burn a little at the sight of him, boorish but so hot. You would’ve had a poster of him if you were still a teenager in Syracuse. Even just shy of an inch shorter, he loomed big and powerful over Eddie when he approached him. He stared at Eddie down the slope of his nose, “You’re here on my time, Munson. If she’s gonna be a distraction, she can go.” Eddie’s arm protectively reaches for you to pull you in. Steve doesn’t even look at you while he says it.You started to understand why Eddie didn’t like him. Never a kind word to spare anyone except – “Wait! Wait, before you go to the locker room!” Ms. Harrington burst out of the gym doors with a book in her hand getting between Eddie and Steve, “Here.” Eddie took the book, smiled, and looked down at Libby who was gasping to catch her breath after running the length of the gym, “Night Things, Michael Talbot – kind of freaky like Labyrinth but scarier.” “Fitting, considering how much you remind me of the babe,” he sing-songed while fishing a different book out of his gym bag. He ignored Steve’s clenched jaw, but you notice his hands ball to fists by his sides. “Preferred The Elementals, but Babylon was okay – 4 stars,” Eddie said, passing the book back to Libby. She cradled the copy of Cold Moon over Babylon to her chest. “Fair review. I totally agree,” she said, now walking back into the gym with Steve following close behind her, “I’ll try to pull something more Tolkien next time.” “If it’s from you hot stuff, I know it’ll be g–OOF!” You watched it happen in slow motion even with how swift it was. Steve sent a hard jab to Eddie’s abs without warning, sending him hunched over. You stifled a laugh even though you did feel bad, that had to hurt. “That was bare knuckle man, that’s not ever fair,” Eddie gasped, holding onto the door frame, “Holy shit, dude.” Steve didn’t respond, just put his arm around Libby and walked her further into the gym. She turned her head around and mouthed, “Sorry!” to you, but she had nothing to apologize for. “You gotta get a hold of yourself, Munson,” you teased, rubbing your hand on his back while he stood back up to full height, “You okay, handsome?” “I’ll be fine,” he said, stretching out a little, putting the new book in his bag. “Plus, I got a real hot nurse to take care of me at home,” he winked, reaching for her hand again, holding it until they got to the locker room. You watched him disappear behind the double doors with a frown. The leather was stiff on the benches by the ring, you and Miss Harrington sat there with a magazine in your hands while the boys sparred. Sharing eye rolls to each other while they argued over whether Eddie could block or if Steve was just taking cheap shots. (If you’re wondering, Steve was just taking cheap shots.) You watched them for a minute, wincing while Eddie got a right hook to the face – not hard enough to break the skin but hard enough to send him into the ropes. “If you don’t keep your hands up…” Steve started, pulling him off the ropes, “You’re gonna get a concussion.” “Ugh, so right, don’t wanna end up like you,” Eddie loved a sassy retort, spitting blood out into the bucket in the corner of the ring. Eddie put his gloves up in time to block the next roll of punches toward his face. “Y’know his right hook is getting really good,” Libby said from behind her magazine, “He’s a natural at jabs.”

“I don’t know what that means,” you frowned, “But his backhand is getting really good, I can tell you that.” Libby’s nervous giggle floats out from behind the glossy pages in front of her. “Do you always just sit here and watch him practice? Don’t you get bored?” you asked. You hoped she’d say yes so you’d feel less guilty about being bored yourself, you’d already counted the flourescent lights over your head four times. “Oh! Um…” Lib looked at you, then back to the ring where Steve looked over at her. “I’m gonna go get my nails done I think, you should come! My treat,” you offer, “You deserve a break.” “Ah..um, okay, yeah,” she agreed, sliding her Keds back on and leaving the magazine on the bench behind her. “HEY!” Steve’s voice boomed across the gym even though you were only twenty feet away at most. Steve looked menacing, breath flaring out of his nostrils like a bull ready to strike, his eyes fixed on his girl. “Sit back down,” he spat, words coated in dominance, “Where d’you think you’re wanderin’ off to, angel?” “I’m taking her to get her nails done,” you stepped in front of Libby, feeling responsible for her safety. The way he looked at her made you feel uneasy, but you’d been around types like him before.   “I didn’t ask you,” he barked, “I asked my woman.” “Woah man, don’t talk to my wife like that,” Eddie yelled coming up behind him, only stopped by a quick gloved jab to the chest. “Shut the fuck up Munson,” Steve turned his attention back to Libby, his voice softening, “Sit back down, honey.” “I think I’m gonna go, Stevie. I’ll be back soon!” she squeaked out, grabbing your arm and taking off in a scurry with you out of the gym. You heard Steve’s exasperated sigh, a stern ‘Learn how to fuckin’ block,’ before the squeak of their sneakers disappeared behind the gym doors. “Whew! Y’know, I just stay cause there’s nothing else to do,” she confessed, a little embarrased. “Not a bad view, I guess. Surpised you didn’t just sit back down,” you said with a little shiver, “With that voice? I would’ve.” “Oh his big bad man act? Please,” she scoffed, adjusting her glasses, “He just wants me to be around to give him a kiss when he’s done.” “We’ll get you back in time for that,” you tossed her a wink, Libby blushing the same way she does when Eddie tells her she’s cute. The air outside is still hot and sticky and with a huff to your banfgs you put the top back up on the Jaguar. “Let’s take my car,” you call over while Libby steps over to their Caddilac. “Steve said it’s a death trap,” she’s nervous to let go of the Caddy’s handle, you can tell she’s thinking about all the things he doesn’t want her to do. “He thinks it’s a death trap because Eddie drives it,” you laughed, “It’s my car. He wouldn’t have bought it for me if he thought I’d get hurt in it, Lib.” “He bought you this car?” she asked, her eyes wide like saucers. Her hand fell to her side from her car’s handle. “He can’t stop buying me cars,” you groaned, popping into the drivers seat and leaning over to open her door, “Don’t act surprised. Didn’t Steve buy you a whole house in Indiana?” “I mean yeah, but that’s our house,” she blushed, bouncing into the passengers seat. The white leather sticking to the backs of her thighs, “It’s for our future. Y’know he wants to open a gym over there? For kids?” “Why? So he can grind their bones to make his bread?” you asked, putting a hand behind her head rest to pull out of the lot. “So sorry, it’s like Ed just spoke through me,” you said, feeling guilty at the joke, but Libby laughed all the same. Her eyes lingered on you, like she couldn’t believe that you looked graceful in everything you did. “No, no, don’t be sorry. He wants to help out kids who were like him,” she explained, “He likes rye bread anyway. I don’t think children come in rye flavor.” “You better hope not,” you laugh back with her, quickly hitting the street to find the closest nail salon. – The scent of acetone was comforting, more so than the plastic, sweat, and blood that filled the gym. You had already gotten started, resting your chin on your other hand while the manicurist filed off your acrylics. You watch Libby nervously look over the wall of nail polishes, reaching out to finger a hot pink bottle only to second guess herself. “Why don’t you do the same red as me?” you asked, “We can match. It’s Malaga Wine.”

Libby turned and smiled, “I’d love to but I just don’t think Steve would like it. He’s already upset that I left.” You huffed to yourself: Steve this, Steve that. You’d rather die than let Eddie have that much influence over your day to day life. It’s supposed to be a girls day. “I think I’ll just get a french,” she meekly told the manicurist leading her to her station. “A french will be so pretty,” you encouraged. You could tell she wasn’t used to this, being told to pick for herself. Being out and about without Steve to hover over her. She kept looking over her shoulder, maybe not in fear but in uncertainty that she was never making the right choice. With Steve, she never had to worry about it, he’d make the decision for her. “So what’s it like,” Libby asked, getting seated at the station next to you, “Being with a rockstar? I feel like I’ve never gotten to sit and chat with you about it.” “Um,” you guessed, “Unpredictable.” “He keeps me on my toes,” you went on, “Total nut case cassanova, but stuttered for thirty minutes on our first date because I was ‘so overwhelming’. At least that’s what he told me.” “He loves you, talked about you all the time at the gym,” she said, “Talked to me a lot about how to get you back when you were away. Which like, was totally justified by the way. Totally on your side.” “I think he just wanted to talk to you,” you were being honest, “He thinks you’re too precious.” Libby’s face was as red as the nail polishes on the wall, a small collection of sweat beading up under her tied up, pre-faded, blue Malibu t-shirt which definitely had been Steve’s before she stole it. She swung her legs on the chair, her white Keds with white socks tucked neatly under them dragging against the bright white tile of the salon.

“And you don’t have to take sides, we both made a lot of mistakes,” you said, never wanting to fully blame Eddie. It was a disease, you had to keep reminding yourself of that. It’s not who he is, it’s who the drugs wanted him to be.

“Does Eddie like red on you?” she asked inching away from the subject. “I like red on me,” you said confidently, “If I like it, Ed loves it. I think that’s why we work out so well. Do you like red on you?” “Y-yeah,” she stammered, “But I don’t know, Steve’s always liked it when I’ve gotten a French done. He always says something about my ‘pretty hands’ when I get a manicure like this.” You guessed it was probably when she was giving him handies in hotels. “Get red for me, next time,” you smirked, “Tell Steve to fuck off.” “Okay, okay, next time I’ll get red,” she nodded, “Just for you, Stell.” “How’re you liking Malibu?” you asked, switching hands over. “It’s um, it’s nice? We walk the beach a lot since we’re so close.” “Just the beach?” “I mean, we’ll drive into LA every now and again and he’ll take me shopping but – otherwise we’re not here long enough for us to go do any real exploring outside of the gym.” “Why don’t you meet up with some friends while he’s training? Have them show you around?” “I don’t…” her voice trailed before she could finish her sentence. Her shoes stopped swinging against the tile slowly until they came to a complete stop. “Next time you’re here for a stretch, if I’m not working on something – give us a ring. We’ll show you the ropes,” your voice was warm, doing your best to soothe her through words. You knew the feeling of being in a new place with no one to run to but at least you didn’t have a five foot ten middle weight on your back the whole time. “That’d be nice.” You spent the rest of the appointment talking about each of your favorite hotels around the country, which ones Eddie is banned from, and where you can get the best mimosas. Giggling up a storm and taking shots at the boys every chance you could, you felt a smidge of normalcy you hadn’t felt in a while. Like when you’d go home to upstate New York and have a girls day with your mom and sisters. Libby protested for the entirety of you paying her her manicure, not even noticing the bulky silver chain attatched to the wallet you pulled out. Eddie never let you go anywhere without all of his cards and cash, “What’s mine is yours, sweet thing.” If he thought for a second you’d paid for your nails with your own money he’d fall into a fury that would rival Steve’s. “I got it, I got it,” you hushed her, “Technically Eddie’s got it, but I got it.” You passed her a fifty dollar bill to tip her manicurist and took out another fifty for yours, Ed’s words from your second date ringing in your ears every time you got a tip ready. “I’d lose my shit if someone even left me two bucks when I was bussing at The Hideout, so I’m always tipping everyone a bunch of money. I mean, I have more of it than I can spend so why wouldn’t I give it to everyone I know, y’know? You never know whose going home to a trailer park like me.” Your next stop was a little cafe you’d frequent every time you were staying at the beach house, cozying up across from eachother in a booth away from the main street windows for privacy. Sure, it was normal to be stared at and you knew Libby was used to it, too. But sometimes, you just wanted to eat a croissant without The Sun talking about how much you love carbs. “Can I get a vanilla latte, please?” you asked, “And a chocolate croissant if you have any left over, I know it’s later in the day.” “I think have a few left, I’ll just make sure. Is almond okay if we don’t have any chocolate?” “Almond is great. Actually, can you just pack me up an almond one either way? My husband loves them,” you gushed. “We know. Eddie finds a way to clear us out every time he visits,” the waitress laughed with a knowing look, writing down the order and looking at Libby, “What can I get you, dear?” “Um, just a coffee is fine – decaf,” she said, pressing her glasses up on her face again. You weren’t much older than her, but she had a way about her that made her seem younger. Wide eyed, like the world was so new. “Anything else?” “No, no, just the decaf. Thank you so much,” she beamed. “Don’t like coffee? I’m so sorry, I should’ve asked where you might’ve wanted to go,” you said, your shoulders sulking. “Oh no, no, I do! It’s just, it’s after twelve and Steve doesn’t like when I –” “Enough about Steve. About what Steve likes, about what Steve wants,” you’re surprised by the short fuse of anger on your tongue, but this was getting ridiculous. “Do you ever get to be yourself? Do you ever get to be Libby?” She shuddered out a sigh, her cheeks reddening. Libby toyed with the frayed edge of her Levi cut offs, “We put green tile in the kitchen.” “But you can’t paint your nails red?” you asked, exasperated, “I mean, Christ Lib, you can pick out kitchen tiles but you can’t have more than one glass of champagne at a New Years Eve party?” “It’s not like that,” she said, sweat beading at her hairline. “Then what’s it like? I mean, he’s got you wrapped around his finger I’m – I’m like – I’m sort of worried about you,” you offer your hands to her over the table, she takes them. Warm and soft after her manicure, her French tips glinting in the low light of the cafe with your red ones. “I know this is so cliche, but it’s just…how he is?” she shakes her head trying to come up with a better explaination, “I know it’s because he loves me.” “Love shouldn’t come with so many rules, Libby,” you urged, sounding like an older sister begging her to see the light. “They aren’t, that’s the thing. They’re just suggestions and I…I like following them,” she blushed a little, “He just makes me feel so…safe? When we’re in Hawkins it’s so different y’know? I have all my friends there, I go out and have girls nights, we do all the things we’d do if I was still around. Here I’m just…I’m just Harrington’s ‘little woman’.” You see her deflate at the title, you didn’t ever have to worry about those things. You were never ‘Eddie Munson’s Wife,’ in fact, it was more common for him to be listed as your husband. “You’re Libby to me,” you assured, “You’re my friend.” “I am?” she asked. “Of course you are,” you let go of her hands while the waitress put your coffees in front of you, a chocolate croissant on a plate placed in the center of the table. Another waitress came over with a bag of almond croissants with ‘Eddie Munson Stash’ written on it and you could barely stifle a laugh. “On the house,” they said while you tucked the bag next to you. “No! No, not all these croissants, he’d kill me if I just took them,” your smile was blinding. “He’s been paying in advance all year, trust me, it’s fine,” she said back to you, “Enjoy, please!” The women walked over to their other tables and you made quick work of ripping the croissant in half and holding it in front of Libby, “Here, they’re to die for.” “Also this,” you said, swapping your coffees, “Best vanilla latte on the West Coast, I can’t have you miss out.” Libby hesitates, taking the croissant and eyeing the latte. “C’mon Lib,” you smirked at her again, “Have a little fun.” “Yeah? I should, right?” she said, seeking your reassurance. “Right! Fuck Steve!” you laughed, cheersing your pastry halves. “Fuck Steve!” Libby’s smile was so broad you could’ve sworn it hurt her cheeks, but it was sweeter than the croissant melting on your tongue. You put the top back down when you got in the Jaguar together, making use of the upgraded sound system and not being shy about it. “OH! I WANNA DANCE WITH SOMEBODY!” “I WANNA FEEL THE HEAT WITH SOMEBODY!” “WITH SOME BODY WHO LOVES ME!”

Did either of you sound like Whitney? Of course not, but all of Malibu was going to hear you both screaming it out of the car and down the freeway to make it back to the gym. You drove too fast and made too quick turns just to watch her squeal and and laugh while clutching the side of the car when your tires skidded to stop. “DON’T YOU WANNA DANCE? WITH ME, BABY.” “DON’T YOU WANNA DANCE? WITH ME, BOY.” “HEY DON’T YOU WANNA DANCE? WITH ME, BABY.” “WITH SOMEBODY WHO LOVES ME!” “Don’t you wanna dance, say you wanna dance, don’t you wanna dance?” you both kept singing after the ignition turned off only to realize you might’ve only sounded good with Whitney’s vocals booming over yours. You both laughed with eachother in the parked car, catching your breath before sliding out of the white leather seats and back onto the pavement. Libby’s hand was still soft in yours when you made it back into the gym, your other hand clutching the bag of almond croissants. The boys perked in the ring, both sitting in opposite corners, shirtless and sweating. “I got the good stuff, baby,” you called, waving it over your head. “Fuuuuck me, yes,” he called from his stool, “You’re so good to me.” “Hi Stevie,” Libby said, letting go of your hand to run to the corner Steve was sat at. He knelt down, putting his head through the ropes to lean down and kiss her. You watched her show him her nails and the knowing look he gave her after he saw them. ‘Pretty hands, angel.’ “You almost done?” you asked, putting a hand on one of the ropes by his calf. Eddie looked down at you and nodded, squatting to meet your eye. “Missed you,” he said, a sweet smile on his face, looking at you through his eye lashes. “I missed you, too, baby,” you cooed, flouncing over to the bench from before. “Gotta be careful in that dress, sweet thing,” he said after you, “You know what you’re doin’ to me.” You turned your head back to him over your shoulder, tossing him a little ‘Who me?’ look. He blushed immediately, but the distraction might’ve been to his detriment – Steve was right, you should’ve stayed home. Before the last round even fully started, Eddie was on the ground with a split above his eyebrow that could’ve given Steve’s a run for his money. “Fuck, FUCK,” Eddie called out, ripping his gloves off, holding his forehead with blood pouring out through his fingers. Steve laughed, “All day Munson, I’ve been beggin’ you to learn how to block head shots. You listenin’? Got a brain under all that hair?”   “Fuck off, man, Christ,” he glowered, “Bell didn’t even ring and you went the fuck in.” “Gotta be prepared, Munson,” he shrugged, pulling his own gloves off to reveal taped hands, slinging the gloves over his shoulder. He hops out of the ring and calls Libby over, only she looks a little unnerved. “I don’t think she knows how to fix that,” she says to Steve. “Not our problem,” Steve furrows his brow while guiding her to the locker room but she stops before they get through the door. “Well I was gonna invite them come over for a late lunch but I think we should get him to the house to get him fixed up. I saw how hard you hit him,” Libby was urgent and he couldn’t say no to her. Those sweet saucer eyes, her ache to help others – she really was his better half. Steve ran a hand over his face, “Yeah, yeah, fine.” Libby met eyes with you, “We’ll meet you at the house, I know just how to take care of stuff like that,” she nods toward Steve, “Have a lot of practice.” – The townhouse they have is nice, and clearly recently renovated – in some way still smelling like fresh paint and leather apholstery. “I was gonna make sandwhiches but I really think I gotta take him to the bathroom,” Libby said, looking over at Eddie in the kitchen who was looking particularly white. Back in his regular rockstar get up, shorts and tank back in gym bag hell where they belonged. “I can make sandwhiches, Libby,” you smiled, shoving Eddie lightly towards your little librarian, “Take him.” “Oof, hellllooo nurse!” he said when they were partly down the hall, disappearing into the bathroom. “Keep that door open!” Steve called down the hall, sitting roughly on one of the barstools on the island. His sunglasses pressed hard against his forheaed. “Like a couple of fuckin’ teenagers,” he grumbled to himself.

“Oh, Steve, stop, they’re just playing around,” you said, trying to keep your tone as light as possible. You opened the state of the art fridge to find all the cold cuts and condiments and setting them on the counter.   Steve ignores your attempt at friendly conversation, “Breads in the cupboard on the right.” You realize quickly that he’s just going to watch you make sandwhiches. – “Okay, just sit down, I got you,” Libby soothed, wetting a face cloth and wiping all the excess blood away from his forehead. She was gentle while he sat on the edge of the toilet seat cover. “Can you hold that there for second?” she asked, putting his hand over the face cloth. “For you? Anything,” he teased, watching her reaching under the sink and pull out a first aid kit and he clicked his tongue. “Aw c’mon sweet thing, all those bandages?” he asked, his hand motioning toward the gauze and medical tape she was placing by the sink. “What do you mean? What’s wrong with that?” she asked, looking back at him. “Baby, there’s other ways to make a man feel better. That’s all I’m saying,” he shrugged, his cool voice making her shiver, “Shame you gotta do it the right way.” Like clock work she covered her face, making him grin. “I get it though, he’s right down the hall. Don’t want him to hear us,” he egged on, “Maybe next time.” Libby, barely breathing at this point, takes the face cloth out of his hand and tosses it in the hamper at the edge of the sink counter. She holds one hand over his eye leaving the cut exposed, and the other holds an antiseptic spray about two inches away.

“Ah, shit,” Eddie hissed. The sting of the cut cleansing spray hurt more than he hoped. The stingy burn of it pooling from his eyebrow, mixing with blood, and dripping down to his eye. Libby caught it with gauze before it got to his tear duct, so used to this routine after Steve’s fights. “Sorry!” her voice was high and gentle, nerves clear on her tongue, “I’m so sorry.” “It’s okay, sweet thing,” Eddie said, his fingers gently reaching out to graze the side of her thigh in comfort, “You’re jus’ doin’ your job.” “You’re getting good,” she said, trying to bring the conversation to boxing so she could ignore his hand on her thigh. “Your jabs are starting to look like Steve’s,” she enthused, but frowned at the cut over his brow, it hadn’t quite stopped bleeding. Libby turned to grab more gauze, pressing it up against his forehead with a pressure she knew all too well. “Stell said your backhand was getting good, too,” she blushed at her boldness to say something so saucy, but two could play at whatever game he was always playing.  He laughed, a soft little ‘too cool for school’ chuckle, pressing the tip of his tongue behind his top teeth. “Did she?” he asked, his voice salacious and syrupy. “Not like, in the face right?” she blurted out, “Oh my God, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ask that. I don’t know why that came out.” His chuckle got deeper, smooth and dark like seude, “No, no, never in the face. Just a couple on her ass.” Libby blushed, shaking her head, embarrassed at the information. Eddie rolled with her giddy response, unable to ignore his fondness for her bubbling in his throat. “Only when she’s been a bad girl,” he said, looking up at her, his fingers gently moving hers away from his forehead so he could hold the gauze that was soaked through with blood, “You’d know all about that, huh?” She fell into a peal of nervous giggles when he winked at her with his good eye, causing a booming ‘HEY!’ from Steve to ring down the hall. “Ope! Oops, totally forgot, no smiling. We can’t have any fun at all,” Eddie joked, zipping his lips and tossing the key behind him. “No fun at all,” she whispered back with a smile, reaching back to get more gauze only to see that they were out, “Oh shoot, let me grab a couple of paper towels. I’ll be back in a second!” “Don’t go wanderin’ too far, angel,” Eddie said, mimicking Steve’s gruff cadence. “Stop it,” she said with a laugh, turning back to scold him from the door frame, “I’ll be back. Don’t pass out.” “I’ve had worse,” he he sing songed while she walked down the hall. He had had worse – woken up with cuts and slices from some unknown source, praying he didn’t have tetanus. Concussions from falling down flights of stairs drunk on absinthe. Face planting on the sidewalk after a long night at the strip club putting who knows what up his nose. Dick still works, he’d say to himself when he’d wake up hung over and covered in a litter of bumps and bruises. “Hi!” Libby beamed at you and Steve while bouncing into the kitchen. You saw her flushed face, knowing Eddie was in that bathroom working his charm on her. He could never helpself around a nervous girl with a pretty face, she was so easily flustered. Libby’s face fell when she noticed tension in the room, slowly pulling paper towels off the roll. “Everything okay in here?” she asked, seeing the finished sandwhiches on the counter and you leaning silently up against the counter. “Sure is, angel,” Steve said with a warm smile, nursing a cup off coffee – he hadn’t offered to make her one, “You behavin’ yourself in there?” “Steve,” she said with a blush and an eye roll. He reached out to pull her in by the waist while she walked by, holding her close to him while he sat back on the stool. You watched him lean in to kiss her, his arm protective around her, his hand closing over her waist. He kissed her like he was claiming her, the grip on his coffee cup transferring to cup her cheek. You turned away towards the sink, grabbing yourself a glass of water. Their kiss felt like it was supposed to be private. As if Steve wanted it to make you uncomfortable. You heard them separate and a little yelp come from her mouth when he smacked her ass as she went back into the hallway. Always had to claim what’s his. You rolled your eyes, still staring at the backsplash and sipping your water. You started cleaning up, hearing Libby and Eddie’s giggles from down the hall, trying not to giggle yourself. God he was insatiable. You turned back around, seeing Steve’s clenched jaw and the way he gripped the mug in front of him. “Lighten up, Steve,” you said, not even trying to be nice anymore. He hummed, drumming his fingers on counter. “You don’t let her have any fun, of course she’s gonna find it where she can get it,” you said, crossing your arms, “I think I’m plenty fun,” he said lazily. “You know what I mean,” you said, “No caffeine after twelve while you’re sitting here nursing a double shot espresso? I mean for fuck’s sake she was afraid to get her nails painted. Who makes their girlfriend feel like that?”

“You sayin’ I don’t know how to treat my girl?” he snapped, a hand coming down flat and hard on the white quartz of the island. “You’re her whole life, Steve. Every decision she makes rides on you think it’s the right one. Like – damn, y’know? She can take care of herself, is all I’m saying,” you said, still trying to remain sure in your voice while packaging the cold cuts back up. His harshness made you flinch, cold sweat collected at the back of your neck under your hair.

Steve breathed a small laugh out of his nose, “You would say that.”

“What do you mean?” you said, half way in the fridge, “I would say that?”

“Because you take care of yourself,” he said, “You don’t let Munson take care of you.” His tone was matter of fact, like he knew everything about the both of you from such a short time together.

“He takes care of me just fine,” you huff.

“Don’t think he was doing much of that when you left him for me to clean up.” “I didn’t leave him for you to clean up, I didn’t even know he was gonna call you,” you glared, slamming the fridge closed, “And who the fuck are you anyway? He started boxing to work his shit out. All your shit’s still there and you’re fighting every week.” “Oh, ho, ho, there she is,” Steve breaks out in a bitter smile, the agrumentative side of him revving up for a fight. You’re annoyed at him enoying getting a rise out of you, but you’re never one to let it go until you’ve had the last word, “America’s sweetheart with a mouth like a sailor, color me surprised.” “Oh, shut up,” you rolled your eyes, so used to the same comeback from scuzzy men who’d hear you swear at a bar, “Don’t avoid what I said. You got Libby shaking in her boots every time she’s out and about without you. That’s not okay Steve, she shouldn’t be so scared of making you upset. Like i said, you gotta let her have a little fun or you’re gonna lose her.” Steve didn’t like that, you insinuating that she’d leave him if he didn’t let up. He was done pushing your buttons, now he was gonna just get mean. “You wanna tell my girl to go have fun? She can have all the fun she wants, who am I to stop her? But you, Stell, you? You havin’ fun?” He squared his shoulders towards you, hands talking with him while he spoke. He justs his chin towards you while he asks. “Of course,” you say, but your face and the catch in your throat betray you. “Yeah?” his voice is filled with mock concern and certainty, “You havin’ fun when he comes home late? When you gotta bail ‘im outta jail? Don’t know where he’s been or who he’s been hangin’ out with? Whose ass he’s grabbin’ at the bar after he’s done doin’ lines? You havin’ fun when the budgets not matchin’ up and he’s lookin’ a little thin? When he stays in Malibu to train a little longer than usual?” “Stop…” you start, choking on your words. Steve got up, predator to prey, on a roll now, taking slow steps toward you as your press yourself harder against the counter while he gets in your face. He knows he’s right by the way you’re reacting, and with the day he’s had and the giggles from down the hall, he can’t wait to hit more nails on the head. “And why do you think that is, Stell?” he cocks his head the the side, hair coming with him, “Think it’s cause you kept lettin’ him come back every time he fucked up? Cryin’ on his lap like a kicked puppy, beggin’ him to be better for you? Please. Should’ve cut ‘im off for good – now he thinks he can do whatever he wants. How long you think he’s gonna stay clean this time, hm? What happens when you get that late night call, Stella? And you’ll take him right back, won’t you?” “I…” you were at a loss for words, his voice was tight and hard. He scared you. Even with his sunglasses on you could see the tension in his face while he glared through you. His scent like Christmas time and blood, it filled you, it made it hard to breathe. “Keep letting him get away with murder, and you wonder why you’re not sleepin’? Oh yeah, he told me and Libby all about it. Never sleeping, tense all the time. And he can’t imagine why, right? Cause he’s all better now? I know you know better. So be honest with me, huh Stell?” He reached up to peer down at you from behind his glasses, his amber eyes wicked while they met yours – a cool smirk on his face, the tip of his tongue flicking quickly against the inside flesh of his cheek, “You havin’ fun, angel?” You couldn’t hold it in anymore, breaking down into a wracking sob in front of him – something you hated doing, rarely crying outside of acting. At least not in front of people like Steve. He strolled backed to his stool on the island, putting his sunglasses back over his eyes, the sound of you crying perking up a brewing headache. Eddie came in quickly, knowing the sound of you crying better than a mother to her child, “Oh no, no, baby what’s wrong?” He ran to you, almost tripping on his sneakers on the tile, his embrace tight and safe – the safest you felt all day. “What did you say to her?” Ed was shocked to even find you like this, his voice bleeding confusion, his chest vibrating against your ear, “What the fuck did you say?” Libby came in slowly, starting to recognize that the sounds in the kitchen weren’t people having a good time. She stood in the entry way, eyes flitting from Eddie holding a version of you she never thought she’d see, nand then over to Steve. Her gaze turned to ice on him and he felt it. “What did you do?” she asked, a bitter taste still on her tongue from your chat at the coffee shop. “What did I do?” he asked back, incredulous, “You’re down the hall playing doctor with Eddie fuckin’ Munson and you wanna ask what I’m doin’?” “That’s enough,” Eddie said, putting his hand up, the other still wrapped around you, “You wanna be mad at me? That’s cool man, be mad at me. Don’t be mad at her for putting a fuckin’ band aid on my forehead. You’re in here making my wife upset and that’s where I’m drawing the fuckin’ line. Sorry your girl patched me up and Stella took her out without the okay, but you don’t gotta take that out on her. Take it out in the ring man, isn’t that all you’re good for anyway?” “Get out,” Steve’s voice was low and measured. “No, guys you don’t have to leave, I–” Libby’s voice was desperate, aching for them to ignore Steve, but it was apparent that there wasn’t any fixing what might’ve been said. “We’re heading out anyway,” Eddie interrupted, he got close to your ear, “You got your things, baby? Your purse in the car?” You nodded and before you knew it you were back in the Jaguar, Eddie erratically pulling out of the condo lot and onto the road. “Slow down,” you said through you tears, snot pouring down the back of your throat, “You’re going too fast.” “I’m sorry I’m just…I’m so fuckin’ pissed right now,” he hissed, “The fuckin’ nerve of that asshole. Should’ve kicked his fuckin’ ass.” The sun was starting to set over the horizon, leaving a hazy orange pink in the sky over the highway. It should’ve been the end of a good day, maybe you would pulled over and got dessert or a night cap before going home. It wasn’t long before you were back at the beach house, the sky an bright magenta behind the white stone of the mini mansion. He pulled his gym bag out from the back and went to your side of the car to let you out. “C’mere sweet thing,” he held your hand all the way to the door, stepping into the cool air conditioned front hall. He takes you right to the living room, sitting you on the couch while you cry and gets on his knees. He silently takes your sandals off, rubbing your calves after each one, hoping you’ll start to calm down. He knows better than to press you before you’re ready, but he hadn’t seen you like this since your dad passed away. Eddie’s hair tickled your neck while he sat next to you, one arm around your shoulder while he pulled you in against his chest, “What did he say to you, baby? What’s got you so upset?” “I’m n-not having f-f-fun,” you said like you had just realized it yourself. You wriggled out of his hold, sitting cross legged over his thighs. “Today? You don’t wanna come to the gym with me? That’s okay, baby. It’s boring,” he reassured with a little smile. “No, Ed, I – I’m not having fun anymore,” you said, finally looking at him. “With…with me? You’re not having fun with me anymore?” you could see his heart breaking in front of you. Replaying the day you kicked him out in his head all over again. “I just,” another aching cry rolled through you, “When I wake up in the middle of the night and you’re not there it’s like…it’s like I can’t even breathe. Like you aren’t coming home again. Like you’re dead in a fuckin’ punk house or something. If you’re out at the bar too late, what cities you’re playing in where I know you can get oxy easy. I’m always waiting for the fucking call, Ed. I’m always waiting for the call.”

The words just kept pouring out of you, all the fears you’d had since you let him come back, since that night at the beach. “And I just, I’m always scared you’re gonna be in those moods again. Never knowing who you’re gonna be that day. God you were such a fucking asshole when you needed to use. And it’s like, I gotta wake up and be at my call time but you’re in the bathroom for a little too long and I swear I think I hear you doing lines – and I know, I know you’re not. But it’s like I’ll never shake it off, baby. Like I’m always gonna be worrying about it.” Your body aches when you really think about it, and you plead to him with begging eyes, “When am I gonna get to stop worrying about you, Ed? When do I get to have fun?” He’s speechless, looking at you with his full lips slightly parted, his eyes glassy with tears that aren’t ready to fall yet. “I – Why didn’t you say anything?” he asked, his hands were shaking, anxious to hold yours but he could tell you didn’t want him to touch you. “I didn’t want hurt your f-feelings,” you whispered, trying to control the lump in your throat. Wishing your tear ducts would just dry up so you could move on from the conversation. Eddie could never let it go until he knew were feeling better. “Stell, I keep saying to you it’s okay to hurt my feelings about this,” he was frustrated with you, the vein in his neck greeting you with a pulse. You wiped your eyes, the weight of the whole day starting to feel heavy on your body, “Why can’t you hear me when I say that to you?” “Can we maybe just talk about this later? I want to go take a shower and wash this whole day off me,” your groggy voice made his chest ache. He could see exhaustion peeking through under your eyes. Eddie slid his hand back and forth over your thigh and leaned in to press a kiss to your forehead.   “Yeah, no problem,” his voice was soft, savoring the lull in your tears. Seeing you upset was hard enough when he was shooting up Persian, it was even worse when he was sober, “I’ll go unpack for us, princess. We can order Thai, have a nice little night in, okay?” You didn’t respond outside of getting off the couch and picking up your sandals to drop off in your closet upstairs before heading into the master bath, already shedding your tennis dress by the bed. Eddie would pick it up anyway. You only turned on the mirror lights, a deep warm yellow that barely lit up the room. You didn’t want any aid in feeling awake at all. Your bare feet padded against the tile while you turned the walk in shower on, rain water head and deatchable head hissing while the water hit the ground. You caught yourself in the mirror while you waited for the water to heat up, mascara tears staining all the way down to your neck. “Shit,” you whispered, padding back over to the sink to wash your face spending enough time on it that the bathroom had already steamed up. The steam was welcome, opening up your clogged, post cry sinuses, soothing your throat from trying to choke back your feelings. With a clean face, you step in the shower, letting the hot water totally envelope you. It stings, but it feels deserved. You run your hands over your hair, breathing through your mouth while the water flows over your lower lip – you feel the tension rinse out of your body and down the drain, too. You stand in the water for ten minutes, knowing it won’t get cold, before you reach for the shampoo bottle on the inlet shelf. You hear the door open but continue pouring the liquid into your hands, rubbing them together when you see him through the fog of the glass wall separating the shower from the bathroom. He flicks the stereo on, turning the sound on low before coming around the entrance to the shower. Eddie doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t have to. He sees the shampoo in your hands and then looks back up at your face, depuffed from your cry from the steam. He’s all muscle and tattoos, a single chain around his neck with a guitar pick dangling above his pecs, hair getting wilder with the humidity. He steps closer to you, the small splatter of his footsteps in the water reverberating off the walls. He can’t keep his hands to himself, reaching immediatley to your wet face hunching over to kiss you with more passion than your wedding day. “You don’t gotta worry about it,” he whispers against your mouth, he weight pressed against you “I’m taking care of all of it, you hear me?” He doesn’t give you a moment to respond, capturing your lips with his, his tongue snaking in past your teeth. You know he doesn’t close his eyes because you haven’t either – looking directly at each other while you kiss. You know he means it, you can feel him mean it. Outside of your heaving breathing, the stereo still plays softly in the background. Steam building in the shower from anything but the heat of the water. ‘When the workin’, when the workin’ day is done. Oh when the workin’ day is done, oh girls. Girls just wanna have fun…They just wanna, they just wanna…’

#rockstar!eddie #rockstar!eddie munson #rockstar!eddie smut #rockstar!eddie munson smut #eddie munson rockstar au #eddie munson fan fiction #EDDIE MUNSON FANFICTION #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #stranger things fan fiction #steve harrington fan fiction #boxer!steve harrington #boxer!steve #steve harrington #eddie munson

[mrsnancywheeler]

thank u for feeding us with billy dunne content, we were truly starved of fics for him <3

your blurbs about being his on and off again gf has me imagining how exhausting it must be to be fighting with billy, getting back together, seeing him with another groupie, and the cycle repeats

and you are having one of those fights. it’s no different than the other ones, but you’re exhausted. why aren’t you enough? And this could be early into the relationship, so you just start crying. you don’t mean to cry. In fact, you’ve been holding it for so long. But maybe he just said something that struck a nerve with you, or the more you argue the more frustrated/tired you got of holding it all in.

so you’re standing there crying, wiping your tears and sniffing softly. maybe billy had his back turned towards you in frustration when you started crying, so he didn’t immediately notice. but when he noticed the room got quieter and he hears you sniffing he turns around and just stands there.

tbfh, i don’t see him instantly being apologetic. he might just stand there for a while before going to comfort you. he’d hug you and whisper sweet nothings and maybe just be like “let’s stop fighting,” bc of course he’s not going to apologize. you both know nothing’s gonna change after this, and you’ll always come back to him. Because he’s billy freakin dunne

(bonus points if this is all happening in a hotel, and eddie is in the room right next to yours. so he heard everything. when he sees u next morning, eyes all puffy, all he can think about is how he can treat you so much better. and maybe billy notices how he’s staring at you, so he pulls up closer or drags you away lol)

yes ofc pookie, he's my man, I love him sm, I'm happy to feed the crowd 💋

some nsfw mentions, drugs, alcohol, arguments, toxic relationships things

literally so exhausting, which makes me think of something else that I can talk about later, but anyways like you don't think you've been able to go more then three maybe four months max without having a big blow up fight, and ofc there's smaller fights in between.

but this time you feel like you're losing touch with reality because you'd just been out for a couple of hours, ate dinner with a friend, picked a couple things up from the store. you knew billy was in one of us moods and had been for a hot sec, but when you get back to your hotel room you open the door to find him, on the bed, doing drugs with some groupies who've clearly been feeling him up.

they look at him, and you, back to him, and you, he's smoking a joint without a care in the world and you make a gesture for them to leave. with an eye roll from one of them, they're leaving, you can see the hickies, he's so fucking disgusting. one of the girls is walking past you and you smell and unmistakable scent, "oh my god, are you wearing my fucking perfume? what the fuck, billy." you look back at him who says nothing as you shut the door behind them, quickly finding your perfume without the lid on and fixing that problem asap.

"what the fuck, baby, I can drink with whoever I want too, it's my hotel room. get off my ass."

"I'm not on your ass, all I asked about was my perfume!"

"oh my god!" you start throwing blankets off the bed, pulling off the sheets. "what the hell are you doing?"

"it's fucking disgusting, billy. have at least a little fucking decency next time." he's getting off the bed which only allows you to take off the rest of the bedsheets.

"I didn't do anything, we were just having a drink. you're my girl, you know that." he's such a liar and you can feel how much your heart is racing as you pick up the phone, dialing up room service. asking as politely as you can for new sheets even though your voice is shaking. a flash of something lacy catches your eyes, and you instantly know the pair of panties isn't yours. there should be more hesitation when you go to pick it up, but there isn't. and you're on it the moment you hang up the phone.

"fucking disgusting!" you throw it on the pile of sheets.

"I didn't ask anyone to do anything, I didn't do anything! can't even smoke a goddamn joint anymore." he's making you feel hysterical, like you're the one unhinged, but you're not the one who constantly has other women draped over you everytime you're upset. "what do you want me to do when you're not around?"

"am I supposed to just wait around all the time? what do you want from me?" you're exhausted, this is so tiring, but you should have expected that. he was a rockstar, and no one was perfect.

"need you to be there for me! you've got one job, if you can't do it I'm sure I can find someone else who can!" a knock on the door interrupts everything, it's housekeeping. there's an awkward silence of you taking the new sheets, giving her the old, leading her out the door. billy does a line in the silence and you resent him for it, how can he just keep going when you're trying to get through to him. as she leaves you see eddie. he's just standing in the hallway and gives you an 'are you okay?' look and you hate that he knows you so well.

"stay in your lane, eddie." billy is suddenly behind you, closing the door, arm extended over you.

you turn around, back resting on the door, hands rubbing your face. "billy, what are we?" there's a beat before he tries to kiss, you like that'll answer anything. maybe he's hoping since it's only been a few months, only a few fights it'll fix everything. you let him for a second before pulling away, hand resting on his chest. "billy."

then he's yelling again, "you always act like you deserve more from me, you're a fucking groupie, and you don't have to be the only one." you dodge around him, grabbing a bag, throwing your stuff into it. "pulling that shit again doesn't change anything, you can't expect me to have the same spot waiting for you when you come crawling back."

"you can't expect me to want you back when you call because nobody does it for you like me." you've thrown is some shirts, some pants, anything you can.

he's closer to you now, face barely inches from yours. "anyone can wear your perfume and be just as much of a leech as you are."

you're shoving him away from you, "fuck you!"

"it's the only thing you're good at." his smirk is fucking sickening, and even more so that his hair so messy makes him look so sexy.

"you're the worst, billy." your voice is a lot weaker now, he's always so harsh with his words. your chest hurts.

"that must be why you're so desperate, so fucking jealous. there will always be girls just like you." he's going to take another line and you can't hold back anymore. you feel the warm tears streaming down your face and give up on zipping the bag to cover your face. it's too much, you just want to feel secure in your relationship, whatever type of relationship this may be. and you are whenever he's not being like this.

you're lost in the silence of the sobs racking through your chest, it's embarrassing to be crying like this in front of him, it makes you feel young, weak, not mature enough to be with billy dunne but once you've started you can't stop anymore. you don't know how long had passed when his arms are around you, letting you cry into his chest instead. "c'mere baby, let's not fight anymore." he reeks of whiskey and cigarettes, but it's weirdly comforting. "let's go get some ice cream, I'll show you some stuff I've been working on, don't like fighting with my girl." you know that soon enough he'll be all drunk again, pissy, tell you how replaceable you are, but right now he'll make you feel like that's not true and so maybe it's worth it.

and the next morning you're eating breakfast in the hotel lobby and eddie is sulking. looking at you as he thinks about how you deserve to not be told how you mean nothing and then briefly made up to. you deserve to really be loved. he keeps looking at you and billy sees it. sees the way eddie stars at you, how eddie has always stared at you, and he despises it. because despite everything you're his, his inspiration, his muse, and he's pulling you from standing up into his lap. and you're laughing, asking what he's doing before he kisses you.

"just kissing my girl."

#wanda 💋 #billy dunne x reader angst #billy dunne angst #billy dunne #billy dunne x reader #anon

[rooolt]

OH MY GOD 911. LOVE 911. but also. please stop giving buck fucking gfs that the writers dont carr about

EXACTLY!!! I fully wouldn’t be mad at giving him a girlfriend if she was like, you know, an actual character, BUT THEY NEVER DO THAT. Like I think what makes the romances on 911 often so good is that both parties in most cases are main characters and have storylines and motivations separate from their partners. Sure their partners are very involved in their lives and storylines, but they can have storylines separate from each other. The only real deviation to this is really hen and Karen, but because that relationship has been set up as established from the beginning, it reads more as a fact of hens life than an actual plot line in the way that some of the other romances are. THIS IS WHY BUCK (AND EDDIE) GIRLFRIENDS DRIVE ME SO CRAZY!!! They bring in a random woman, often one FROM A CALL, and then they maybe have one episode where they get together and then they’re MAYBE in the background for a bit (I will never forget ally, what was the point of that). THEN, these women only get proper screen time again when there’s a clearly impending breakup. It’s just like I will never forget Buck, Actually and I will never believe these random women we’ve barely met and the writers spend no time caring about will be that for him. Oh my god it drives me crazy n e ways rant over

#And like yes I’ll admit I’m a buddie I think they’re cute #But that barely factors into any of this frustration whatsoever like it’s barely ever on my radar in terms of the actual show #Clearly you can tell I have many thoughts

[p0is0nvalz]

Hii can i get some hcs for stranger things characters (robin, steve, eddie, chrissy, el/jane, mike, and argyle) with a reader who is like mitsuri from demon slayer??

:D

um. YES!??!? HOLY SUCKING SHIT I LOVE THIS GRRRR

Warnings: mitsuri backstory mentioned, injuries, emotional shit, eddie is a perv, reader is kindof oblivious.

Robin:

robin first sees you injured and crying loudly, and when she actually sees your features it takes every fiber in her body not to fall down to her knees and start worshiping you.

“um.. are you okay..?”

You sniffle and look up at her, and literally see this dreamy girl about your age, checking up on you.

‘oh. My. God’ ‘OHMYGOD SGES SO PRETTY IM GONNA SCREAM’ ‘HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH’ ‘GAY GAY HOMO GAY’

From that day on, robin is such a protective bb! Always standing up for you

(them)

ANYWHO. When she sees you in your tiny demon slayer uniform fighting a demon she looked like a cartoon character. Eyes wide and jaw on the floor. Then she noticed iguro with the same expression and litterally bitch slapped him. (Which didnt hurt but he acted like it so that you could patch him up). But yeah, shes super protective and vv sweet. She has some jealousy issues tho (i would too look at her gf, that is a drop dead gorgeous person)

Steve:

steve is such a big sucker for you omg he’d do anything for you.

once he heard about how nobody wanted to marry you he got down on his knees. “Uhhh i dont have a ring but will you marry me?”

which he thought youd laugh it off as a joke but you cried really hard and after 15 minutes of steve calming you down, you said yes

so you guys got married with dollar store rings that left a green-ish imprint on your finger, but you guys never cared about that expensive stuff, all you guys cared about was eachothe-

*slaps myself out of cheesiness* ok.. next…

Eddie:

Grr hes such a tittie man. You’d come back home from slaying demons and he’d be on the couch watching tv and waiting for you to come back in your uniform so he can shmush his face in your boobs.

hes so hooked for you omg. He giggles and kicks his feet giddily whenever you guys are on a call or hanging out.

he loves to give you stuff. If theres something he sees that looks like something you’d want but its too expensive? He makes drug prices higher.

chrissy:

CHRISSY CHRISSY CHRISSY OMG.

IMAGINE YOU BOTH ARE LIKE CHEERLEADERS AAAH

ok so you guys both are cheerleaders (you have the boobie window on your uniform still ofc bcs mitsuris outfit is iconic.) nd everytime you guys are cheering just the two of you, she has to look away bc ur not wearing a bra and she doesnt want to seem like a perv but her body is screaming at her to look again. She braids your hair and does your makeup<3

you guys are in a secret relationship ofcourse, (chrissy is ‘dating’ jason) and she doesnt like it one bit. She wants to show you off as her girlfriend, but you, you think its romantic. You call it “forbidden love” and blush and giggle. Ofcourse, you’re sad too but you dont want to ruin her reputation.

Argyle:

argyle ugh i lov him hes a big teddy bear. hes litterally drooling at the sight of you when he first meets you. you’re giving your order to argyle as he's just spacing out. All he got was ‘6 six large Hawaiian pizzas’ and thats all he needs to know. he almost messes up the pizza from looking at you so much.

when he sees you at the byers house playing with will and ell, he freaks out. While hes jus standing there with wide eyes and an ‘o’ shaped mouth you’re like ‘oh my goodness its that cute boy!!’

yeah, hes more than freaking out

El/jane:

you guys meet through will. Shes always so awestruck when shes with you, always nodding profusely when you’re telling a story. You and her will go out at night and watch the stars, occasionally you guys will wake up tangled in eachother and at a baby park, wondering what the hell happened

mike:

hes freaking obsessed with every inch of you. As a boy going through puberty, this man has never seen titties in his life untill you accidentally flashed him. When you noticed, you appoligized till you almost lost your voice.

He loves playing with your hair. When hes laying between your thighs, he’ll reach up and twirl your hair untill his arms hurt <3

hes a bitch to everyone but you. He’ll be sassing somebody and the second you walk in hes a soft baby, giving you puppy dog eyes and hugging you.

#vals works🕸 #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #stranger things x you #stranger things x y/n #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley #eddie x reader #stranger things x reader #mike wheeler #mike wheeler x reader #chrissy cunningham x reader #chrissy x reader #hawkins #argyle #argyle stranger things #argyle st #steve harrington x reader #steve h #eddie

[drunkengodsofslaughter]

Girl same I absolutely despise Ronance and especially Steddie because it's all people talk about. They don't even care really about individual characters and act like that shit is canon. You can't go through the Robin tag because it's all about Ronance it's like Robin as her own character doesn't exist.

I can't even imagine how the Jancy shippers feel because looking through the Nancy tag is like all about how Ronance is the only thing ever despite it doesn't make sense for Nancy's character to throw herself in another relationship. She's a bad gf as it is, like she needs a friend rather than another romatic pairing.

Same with Steddie they barely interacted but yet people go crazy over any pretty white dude near Steve. Most of the time in canon he seemed to be uncomfortable by Eddie's existence and wasn't even sad about his death. Like I get shipping do whatever but it's still kinda annoying that it overtook everything and that the characters seem to be nothing outside their respective ships.

I’m honestly glade you feel the same sometimes it just feels like I’m being harsh for no reason so I’m glade that you agree! yeah because steddie and ronance are talked about a lot it can be quite draining to only hear about them. Yes honestly they really just don’t care about the individual characters cuz I mean especially Steve and Eddie just get turned into people that they aren’t. And as Steve is my fav character is honestly bothers me that so many people mischaracterize him. Especially if they always have him being Eddie’s bully in the past. Like they make Steve out to be so malicious and it’s so infuriating. Oh my god you are so right about Robin too because I swear even in her own fanon ship she isn’t even herself and allowed to be her own individual. Like some people make her out to be Nancy’s therapist or something and it’s sooo weird. Also it feels weird to me how the first lesbian character in st gets ignored for a stupid ship. And her feelings in canon get ignored with her crush on Vickie like it just seems so weird to me.

Yeah honestly same I can’t imagine how jancy shippers are surviving. Like I’ve never been huge on them but I can admit that they sometimes have really cute and wholesome moments. Yep you are absolutely right like it makes no sense for Nancy to just throw herself into another romance especially when she hasn’t even known Robin for that long. And also the show did go in the direction of having Robin mention that she would be ostracized for being a lesbian so I don’t see them suddenly just being romance buddies. Especially since Robin is selective about who she tells about being a lesbian and I can’t see her telling Nancy all about it. Like it took being tortured by Russian people and being drugged for her to actually open up to someone about her sexuality. Also especially when Nancy’s sexuality has never actually been confirmed in canon and it’s all been speculations/headcanon. And like the fact that Nancy’s side/feelings/sexuality have been taken into account more than Robin’s who is in canon actually a lesbian it fees weird to me. Like to me it would come out of no where with ronance. So it would just come out of no where when vickie and Robin had those scenes together showing that they like each other in the first place. to me it would be very off putting to just suddenly have ronance when Nancy wants a relationship with Jonathan and when Robin wants a relationship with Vickie. And yep you’re right like Nancy needs a friend instead of romance. Like I remember a time when people were just excited about Nancy having another friend who is a girl. And Robin having a friend who is a girl. Meanwhile now it seems like you can’t go anywhere without ‘but look at them being romantic’ and god does it annoy me.

Also I have mutuals who do like ronance so I don’t mean that I’m judging everyone who loves it. I just mean that it isn’t my cup of tea.

At first I was excited about steddie before season 4 came out and then they only had one scene so I was disappointed but not surprised. Honestly I was hoping for more of a rivalry between them and for the rivalry to actually mean something to Steve’s character. Like now he’s getting upset that Dustin is spending time with another person who he thinks is just so cool so Steve is like ‘well I’m getting replaced so how do I fix this’. And then they kind of just dropped the ball on it. And you’re right they only have one scene together and yet people constantly go crazy about it. Yeah Steve is very uncomfortable with Eddie and I wish they expanded on it a little bit ya know. But I guess it is what it is.

That last sentence I agree 100% with!!! You said it perfectly!

#answered asks #also sorry for late response #and lmao this got so long so hopefully it’s all good!

[purplepri]

Purple watches 911 s5A

502

Idk if this Beauty and the Beast rose dome is really a way to carry hearts around

Hey! Heart theme number 3!

"The place this heart is coming from, that was a tragedy. But once we land it's gonna be someone's miracle, right?" (THIS QUOTE IS SEVERELY UNDERUSED IN THIS FANDOM)

Hen telling the newbie paramedic 'It'll be okay, kid.".... I just love her, so muchhh

Also, Eddie almost fell down from a helicopter.

Eddie taking the place of a paramedic is a foreshadowing for his role when Chim's away, right?

I actually want to see Manny the paramedic again

Bobby going down on the "rope"? I see you.

He almost died from something that should be secure snapping?...

Harry!!!! What

I love how food is always a source of love and care in 911

HenChim my loves

CLIPBOARD BUCK!!!!!!!!

Ravi said his name and I understood Robby and I was... Who the fuck is Robby

The way Eddie says Panikkar though

Baby Jee is literally the thing that can break Clipboard Buck yes that actually tracks

Buck came around and Eddie completely forgot Ana existed, how is this show real.

Buck clocked Eddie SO HARD on his reaction to Ana

Sweeties it's been five days do you really think he would be there for that long

Eddie, looking around, explaining his husband's behavior: he takes our son there all the time I'm sorry about him :/

Eddie smile WAS SO DAMN CUTE how can a grown man be that pretty that's so not fair

Bobby is such a little shit sometimes

Also, they should have used Buck's knowledge of animals to help solve what the fuck attacked that guy

OH MY GOD HIS EAR

I'm actually happy that it was Hen's knowledge. I'm very happy.

Buck and Eddie's faces when Bobby told them it was two alpacas and there was no running okay that's actually funny

The look they shared...

Also, the Welcome to the Jungle usage was magnificent

Oh noooo the poor kid :(

The neighborhood helping the kid :D

I can't believe I'm crying

Ohhhhhh The Talk

"You need to tell me if something's wrong" BABE

Ana the anxiety inducing gf and Taylor the misery inducing gf

Gotta love the way Eddie's like "I'm not gonna think about it", then Buck's like "maybe you should think about it" then leaves and then Eddie's like "I'm thinking about it"

Chim's so worried...

And the Madney/Buddie parallels keep on going

People who've watched this episode live, how the fuck did you guys kept calm during the JeeYun almost drowning scene? How did you guys went into commercial breaks, listening to those annoying USA ads, and not completely flipped out? How?

Maddie at the beginning of 5A looks so much like Eddie at the beginning of 5B... the parallels

Michael, WHAT THE HELL

Harry :((( OH MY FUCKING GOD NO

#purple watches 911 s5 #911 fox #buddie #madney #athena grant #shaking crying throwing up (derogatory) #somebody shoot that man in his head

[littlerosetrove]

Yeah yeah the reporter being in Treasure Hunt ruins the episode a bit, especially knowing what comes next (rewatching was not as fun), and I agree her being in Bobby and Athena's house was weird (I *almost* wish they had a moment of Athena being 😒😒😒 about it, but the fact that they didn't address or try to redeem her after what she did just tells me they never planned to try and get everyone to like and forgive her because she's not sticking around), BUT let's talk about Eddie being jealous AF, pouting to get Buck to work with him, clearly having an issue with Buck working with her, and his petty little 'go team' when he feels left out. Let's talk about everyone else working with their partners and Eddie not even mentioning his gf or trying to team up with her, and the framing of that shot in Buck's kitchen with Eddie squarely between Buck and his future love interest.

Ok. Ok... I don't even think this is my bias talking (re: my dislike for Taylor), but I'm also looking for a silver lining here, and I think the writers knew exactly what they were doing. What I mean is, Taylor just felt out of place in the Treasure Hunt episode, particularly in any regard to Buck and the team. She never seemed to fit or click. Especially when she was at Athena's house. I know I just watched that episode last night and I should remember clearly, but yeah, I don't really recall any of the fire fam truly talking to or acknowledging Taylor at the table? She just felt like a strange outsider. Ahhhhhhh!! The ONLY reason Buck paired up with Taylor first is because the writers (want to torture us) are trying to show a growing "connection" or whatever between Buck and Taylor. Since they're going to be in a romantic relationship soon. 🙄 (even with that, it still feels super weird that Buck would want/think to go to Taylor first over his best friend Eddie. i don't care that the writers are, again, trying to get Buck and Taylor together in some way, but why in this regard? truly doesn't make sense. seems forced. oh hey just like this whole Buck and Taylor thing 🙃) The noise I just made about Eddie not even mentioning his girlfriend. 😆 God. Okay? At this point in my watching, uh thing, I've barely seen Ana. Still know nothing about her beyond she's educated and nice. So like... I can't really feel anything more than indifferent about her. And I feel like this has also been on purpose by the writers. They're clearly doing nothing to get us the audience attached to Ana in any way. She's very much in the background, really, and kind of a blank slate. That framing of Eddie, while in the background, but between Buck and Taylor was kinda genius.

#anti BuckTaylor #anti Taylor Kelly #reply #9-1-1

[derryhawkins]

pleaSe write headcanons for the losers club’s kids im in Love with the idea of them as parents!!!

I wrote this with everyone in the same town even tho that’s very unrealistic but oh fucking well, I’m not gonna change a fucking thing. this is more just the kids & their friendship with each other?? if you want me to do one with the Losers as parents, I will! I loved writing this out omg

also i got so invested in this, i gave them names oh my god-

ok this is definitely going to get long lmao so sorry in advance!

their kids would be as close as their parents. lets be real, they probably didn’t have a choice

but they all didn’t like each other at first-

wait ok lets get this straight: Benverly has 1 kid, a girl. she’s got red hair like Bev & blue eyes, but her personality is more like Ben’s & she’s poetic but also other kids are intimidated by her (no one knows why tho she’s just a sweet little thing? maybe it was time she punched a guy in the middle of a soccer game for another girl). her name’s Allison but everyone calls her Ally

Mike & his wife would have 3 kids. 2 boys, 1 girl who’s the middle child. oldest’s name is Mark, the girl’s name is Tiana, and the youngest’s is Ryan. They’re all super caring and make sure their friends smile at least once and they’re the closest bunch of siblings anyones ever seen? Everyone likes them too & they get popular in high school bc of that & they’re all athletic in some way.

Tiana & Ally are same age so they’re bffs instantly and Mark and Ryan by default become Ally’s friends too bc the Hanlon kids are very close. if people wanna go with the ‘original group’ stuff they would be it tbh

then comes in Stenbrough’s kids! 2 boys, Peter and Thomas. Bill & Stan adopted Peter, a Vietnamese boy, around the age of 3 & he’s very shy and anxious and not that sociable. They adopted Tom when he was 13 (Peter’s just one year younger). He’s half-black half-white, biological parents gave him up, and people would think he’s sensitive about it but…he’s not? he doesn’t mind, Stan and Bill are the best parents tbh and he gloats about it. He’s a very outgoing kid but secretly awkward

finally Reddie! they have one boy, one girl. Blake and Kelly. Blake’s the oldest by 2 years, same age as Mark & Tom, and they adopted him when he was a literal baby. growing up he acquired more of Eddie’s personality. when Blake was like …6 they adopted Kelly when she was 4, same age as Tiana & Ally. she acts more like Richie. she’s almost the exact female replica of Richie but she doesn’t have ADHD.

ok now we can back to the kids’ friendship

the 3 Hanlons and Ally were fuckin close. they became friends around ages 6-8 and stuck together ever since. they tried to get Peter to join their friend group but the shy, anti-social, kid he was never really did until loud, obnoxious and loud, but kind Blake and Kelly brought them under their slightly chaotic wings

don’t worry they were nice about it

but Peter didn’t like either of them at first

Kelly teased him a l o t but out of kindness ofc & never stopped calling him Peter Pan or Peter Parker/Spider-Man. Blake was calmer but still loud and sometimes was too idk nice (wow who knew that was a thing). Peter just thought something was up bc he’s used to kids doing mean af things to him after being extremely nice so Peter’s just like a constant state of expecting hurtful shit from both of them

they’re offended bc he tells them out right one day during the summer, around age 10 & K&B are just like… “dude it’s been 3 years wtf”

that’s when Peter finally actually considers them friends bc they explained they care a shit load about him & by the start of the next school year, Ally’s friends with them too and that just brings Tiana, Mark, and Ryan as well

2 years later Tom is in the picture & Peter is once again like “i do not trust the boy where did he come from, he’s gonna shit in my bed or soMETHING”

turns out they get along GREAT & Peter is once again “i hated you” but Tom’s like “same I thought you were a snob bc you’d never talk” “…is this how Kelly & Blake felt” “probably”

all the teachers loathed the group bc even with cute Ally, nice Tiana, shy Peter, and sweet Ryan & Mark, they were all so fucking…wild

hallway fight in high school? probably 5′1′’ Kelly Tozier-Kaspbrak not backing down when she’s in a situation to fight someone both verbally & physically ok. she & Ally are literally the 2 smallests but pack a good punch and/or kick

after school detention? regular attenders are Kelly, Tom, Mark, and Ally. Peter got it once bc someone said the n-word to Ryan and he went off. that’s the first time anyone saw shy Pete red in the face. Blake got it a couple of times for getting into fist fights after someone talked shit about his friends. Ryan got it defending Peter & for spray painting something about the government on some lockers. Tiana get’s it AT LEAST once a month bc she back talks whatever teacher gives her shit

 i’m gonna say it, Tiana and Kelly fucking date

Kelly and Ally are like Bev & Rich 2.0 as best friends ok? ok

idk about the others, if I think about it too much I’ll get even more too invested so lets just leave it at that, you guys can figure out the rest of the dating stuff

Pete has his first panic attack in freshman year of high school in front of the class but Mark, Tom, & Blake are a year above him & the girls and Ryan were still in middle school so he literally had no one & that made him panic more? poor kid :’(

he tries to hide it, as in he tries to not let the others know and lie about how the presentation went

Blake sees through his bullshit instantly, so does Tom ok they’re brothers. Mark doesn’t at first but then he’s like…what’s up with our shy boi after Peter snaps at him for the 1st time

its not until when they’re hanging out that weekend & Peter just starts crying after Kelly asks about it

cue confused and worried Kelly but Peter eventually tells what happened

cue a giant group hug and caring words and a few more tears

the boys are all protective of the girls + Ryan bc they’re the youngest. even Ryan’s protective of the girls too & vice versa. the girls & Ryan are also super protective of the older boys

they just don’t want anything happening to one another bc they’re group is like…a target for bullies. 3 of them are black, one’s Vietnamese, one’s mixed, a few are Not Straight At All

the bullying stops tho somewhat when the Hanlons get recognized for their athletic abilities & when Blake and Tom are deemed as the two hottest guys in school & when Ally is said to be the sweet but slightly scary girl with her cheerleader bff Kelly who you cannot piss off ever or else you’re screwed (& Ally’s secret gf Tiana who’s good af at soccer). Peter’s the cute nerd everyone giggles about – that just makes Kelly call him Peter Parker/Spider-Man more

i need to end this soon & go to bed omg

….but no..

random but they’ve all kissed at one point

whether it be bc of dares or they started dating or hook ups (when they’re of age ofc) or what, they’ve all kissed

they all deny it but everyone sobbed when Mark, Tom, and Blake left for college

and when Peter went the next year

and then the girls

and then small Ryan, ‘The Baby’/’Baby’ ended up being his nickname for them all over the years & he loathes it (but loves it bc..yeah he’s the baby)

their parents call them the losers 2.0 bc they’re all so fucking close

Stan totally got onto Richie & Eddie bc their kids taught Stenbrough’s kids curse words

Ally already knew & taught Mark, Tiana, and Ryan & that ensued with Mike going over to Benverly where Ben just smiles sheepishly and Bev doesn’t really care lmao

Bill & Richie help with any prank the kids wanna do

i wanna write more but I can’t let this get out of hand so

a giant thank you for requesting this!!!!

peace, hope ya liked it 

ONE MORE THING: (holiday bonus) Tom & Peter grow up Jewish bc of Stan so the others do their best to learn about Jewish culture & Hanukkah & other things like that so they can participate in their friends’ traditions & not be confused when either boy starts talking about it

ok now i’m done (sorry for any spelling mistakes or something)

#answered #h writes #this was so fun to write #kinda already wanna do a 2nd part #ooop #reddie #stenbrough #it #benverly #mike hanlon

[flamel110]

Do all of them. I dare you.

1. Who was the last person you held hands with?

My gf.

2. Are you outgoing or shy?

Yes.

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?

My Dad, my sister, and my gf lol.

4. Are you easy to get along with?

I’d like to think that I’m amiable.

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?

Yeah totally, but I can take care of myself.

6. What kind of people are you attracted to?

Passionate ones.

7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?

Yup.

8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?

My sister and my gf.

9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?

Nah.

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?

My girlfriend.

11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?

“I could not for my fucking life find a gif of a toddler getting kicked in the head, so this will have to do.”

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?

San Francisco by Scott McKenzie

74 is The New 24 by Giorgio Moroder

The Man Who Sold The World by David Bowie

Diane Young by Vampire Weekend

Kids by MGMT

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?

I love it.

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?

I believe in coincidence and “against all odds”.

15. What good thing happened this summer?

I got closer to my family.

16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

Yeah, she was pretty cute.

17. Do you think there is life on other planets?

I think it would be arrogant to dismiss the possibility.

18. Do you still talk to your first crush?

No, not really.

19. Do you like bubble baths?

I prefer water baths, but yeah.

20. Do you like your neighbors?

Sure, I’ve got nothing against em.

21. What are you bad habits?

I procrastinate a lot.

22. Where would you like to travel?

Europe.

23. Do you have trust issues?

I used to, but not really anymore.

24. Favorite part of your daily routine?

When you take that first breath after finishing your last thing to do.

25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?

My legs, but not to a fault. I just don’t wear shorts that often.

26. What do you do when you wake up?

Check my phone and scroll through tumblr.

27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?

I like my skin color, tbh, but I could use a bit more sun sometimes.

28. Who are you most comfortable around?

My sister, my gf, and my fraternity brothers.

29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?

Nope.

30. Do you ever want to get married?

Eh, maybe. Why rush?

31. Is your hair long enough for a pony tail?

It once was, but not anymore.

32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?

Eh, there are a few attractive celebrities, but I really don’t care that much.

33. Spell your name with your chin.

rdsichwsrd

34. Do you play sports? What sports?

I do parkour sometimes.

35. Would you rather live without TV or music?

TV. Podcasts are cool.

36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?

Yeah.

37. What do you say during awkward silences?

I try to think through a common interest among the group and propose it in the form of a question in order to stimulate conversation among the group.

38. Describe your dream girl/guy?

I don’t idolize people.

39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?

Amazon

40. What do you want to do after high school?

I’m doing it.

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?

No. Always perform accurate and reliable risk analysis.

42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?

Could be anything, but I’m probably tired. I’m usually tired.

43. Do you smile at strangers?

Yeah, even if it’s an awkward smile.

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?

SPAAAACCE.

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?

My desire to conquer the world.

46. What are you paranoid about?

The fucking world.

47. Have you ever been high?

have YOU ever been high??

48. Have you ever been drunk?

lol yeh

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?

I almost tripped up some stairs today.

50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?

Black

51. Ever wished you were someone else?

I did, so I became someone else.

52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?

I want better eyes.

53. Favourite makeup brand?

Don’t typically wear it.

54. Favourite store?

Amazon

55. Favourite blog?

lol mine. It’s got all my favorite stuff on it.

56. Favourite colour?

Sky blue and forest green.

57. Favourite food?

Had some good stirf fry last week. I’m not picky and enjoy most things.

58. Last thing you ate?

Some chicken helper I made the other night.

59. First thing you ate this morning?

Bread.

60. Ever won a competition? For what?

A few. Some mental, some physical.

61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?

Got ISS for punching a kid once.

62. Been arrested? For what?

Nah, but I have had my share of police encounters.

63. Ever been in love?

Maybe. Love is strange.

64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?

It was after Military Ball my junior year of high school, it was a peck on the lips, and it really wasn’t that memorable tbh.

65. Are you hungry right now?

Yes for always.

66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?

Sometimes lol.

67. Facebook or Twitter?

Facebook but still gross.

68. Twitter or Tumblr?

Tumblr

69. Are you watching tv right now?

Nah.

70. Names of your bestfriends?

Nick, Brett, Aaron, Joslyn, Nolen, Bread, Josie, Evan, and Bryan, in no particular order.

71. Craving something? What?

I dunno I’m just hungry.

72. What colour are your towels?

Black

72. How many pillows do you sleep with?

Four

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?

Nah

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?

Half a dozen to a dozen or so.

75. Favourite animal?

Snakes maybe?

76. What colour is your underwear?

White, rn.

77. Chocolate or Vanilla?

Chocolate.

78. Favourite ice cream flavour?

Mint Chocolate Chip.

79. What colour shirt are you wearing?

Black

80. What colour pants?

Black?

81. Favourite tv show?

Right now? AHS Coven.

82. Favourite movie?

Midnight in Paris

83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?

Mean Girls

84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?

21 Jump Street

85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?

I dunno lol

86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?

“I’m H2O intolerant... *ACHOO*”

87. First person you talked to today?

My gf.

88. Last person you talked to today?

My friend Brett.

89. Name a person you hate?

No.

90. Name a person you love?

My sister.

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?

Nazis

92. In a fight with someone?

Nazis, always.

93. How many sweatpants do you have?

2 or 3

94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?

3 or 4

95. Last movie you watched?

Animal House

96. Favourite actress?

Kathy Bates

97. Favourite actor?

Jeremy Dooley in Uno: The Movie

98. Do you tan a lot?

Nope.

99. Have any pets?

Nope.

100. How are you feeling?

Tired and hungry.

101. Do you type fast?

Relatively.

102. Do you regret anything from your past?

Sure, but why fret.

103. Can you spell well?

Fairly well.

104. Do you miss anyone from your past?

Yeah, certain peeps.

105. Ever been to a bonfire party?

Yup.

106. Ever broken someone’s heart?

I believe so.

107. Have you ever been on a horse?

Yeah.

108. What should you be doing?

Reading and writing up journal entries for TechCom.

109. Is something irritating you right now?

I’m hungry.

110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?

Yeah, and boy howdy did I learn that it’s not cool to idolize and obsess over people because it’s super creepy and dehumanizing.

111. Do you have trust issues?

I used to, but not anymore. Didn’t I answer this already???

112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?

Probably a brother.

113. What was your childhood nickname?

lol Dick Wizard

114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?

Oh yeah. And then some.

115. Do you play the Wii?

I used to a bit.

116. Are you listening to music right now?

Nope.

117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?

Eh, it’s alright.

118. Do you like Chinese food?

Oh yeah.

119. Favourite book?

Right now it’s The Gunslinger by Stephen King

120. Are you afraid of the dark?

Nah.

121. Are you mean?

No, I don’t think so. I just don’t give a damn sometimes.

122. Is cheating ever okay?

I don’t believe so.

123. Can you keep white shoes clean?

lol no.

124. Do you believe in love at first sight?

No. Attraction or infatuation, maybe. But love, even platonic love, takes understanding.

125. Do you believe in true love?

No.

126. Are you currently bored?

A little.

127. What makes you happy?

Video games.

128. Would you change your name?

If I had to protect myself.

129. What your zodiac sign?

Gemini

130. Do you like subway?

Lol yeah.

131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

Well, I mean, she’s already my girlfriend so...

132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

My girlfriend I think. Didn’t this one already come up too??

133. Favourite lyrics right now?

Wisdom’s a gift, but you’d trade it for youth. Age is an honor, it’s still not the truth.

134. Can you count to one million?

It’d take a while but yeah.

135. Dumbest lie you ever told?

Meh, can’t think of one.

136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?

Fucking closed you heathens.

137. How tall are you?

5′9′‘

138. Curly or Straight hair?

No preference.

139. Brunette or Blonde?

No preference.

140. Summer or Winter?

Winter.

141. Night or Day?

Night.

142. Favourite month?

October.

143. Are you a vegetarian?

Nope.

144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?

Milk.

145. Tea or Coffee?

Tea.

146. Was today a good day?

Yeah sure.

147. Mars or Snickers?

Snickers

148. What’s your favourite quote?

“God favors drunks, small children, and the cataclysmically stoned...” -Stephen King, It

149. Do you believe in ghosts?

Sure, why not?

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?

“Eddie Dean - who did not know Roland sometimes thought of him as ka-mai, ka’s fool - heard all of it and heard none of it; saw all of it and saw none of it.”