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aphrogeneias · 5 months
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before dawn — one-shot
pairing: kas!eddie munson x fem!reader
summary: it's been days since you watched your boyfriend die in the upside down, and since then, you can't sleep. things change when you encounter a visitor in your kitchen late one night.
word count: 3k
warnings: angst. themes of dealing with grief and loss. possession (kas in eddie's body). mentions of blood and injuries. a tiny bit of body horror. smut (+18). dubcon (reader is into it but still scared). choking.
author's note: this is based on an old, abandoned work of mine and inspired by the kitchen scene in "jennifer's body". it was also written for the prompt "spiritual possession" in my 2023 kinktober list.
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The clock on your bedside table marked 3:03 AM when you decided trying to sleep was futile.
Outside your window, Hawkins still burned. The blue light of the witching hour bled through the curtains, bathing your room in darkness, but still tinged with the red that came from the ground, particles rising up the atmosphere. The city had been burning for days, shrouding everything in fire and smoke, turning your home into a ghost town, and your life into a living hell.
Grief and guilt ate on your insides like worms, which was only fitting, since you've been letting yourself rot in your room after the dust settled and everyone else seemed to move on with their lives.
You stayed at that upside-down, twisted version of the Forest Hills Trailer Park watching him die, over and over and over again. The scene played behind your eyes everytime they shut, and you could still feel his warm blood on your hands, his last words echoing in your ears. You never thought you would have to live without Eddie Munson, but having him be ripped out of your life in such a cruel way was more than you could handle.
Your friends made an effort to visit almost every day. When they were not volunteering at the shelter that was installed at the High School gym, Steve and Robin came over to keep company, and even though they were a little unsure, a little clumsy when trying to help you with keeping afloat, you were grateful for their company. Nancy and Jonathan came over often too, being better at helping you clean and making sure you were eating, always bringing something from Joyce, who had told you multiple times you could stay with them, but you politely refused each time.
The fact was that you could have left with your parents when they packed up and went to stay with the rest of your family across the country, but you couldn't bring yourself to leave. Not when you didn't know what was next, it was only a matter of time until he showed his face again.
Eddie had shown you enough horror movies for you to not know that the big bad never truly died at the end, not really.
The memory of him ached as you stared at the ceiling, swallowing back the tears that rose up your eyes. Images of him, lying beside you on that same bed, after staying up too late, watching those ridiculous movies full of gore he convinced you to watch — not that you could ever say no to him, especially not when he flashed you those puppy dog eyes of his. You knew that part of the reason he did that was because you got extra clingy afterwards, letting him cuddle you tight to his body until you fell asleep. Sometimes, if you let yourself go, you could still feel his weight on top of you, his steady breath on your neck, long hair tickling your skin.
You were dragged out of your trip down memory lane by a loud crash coming from your kitchen.
Gasping, you sat up, startled. You were already hyperaware, ready to jump into action at any time, and loud noises put you on edge easily — but this was coming from inside your house, downstairs. The noise didn't stop, clattering around, as if someone was fussing with the doors and cabinets.
It was impossible, since you'd been alone for a couple of days.
With the confidence of someone who had nothing left to lose, you stood up on shaking legs, trying to steady yourself. Trembling hands grabbed the baseball bat that was hidden behind your bed — a gift from Steve, who insisted you couldn't always rely on the butterfly knife you kept in your pocket — and made your way out of the door.
Halfway through the stairs, a voice called out your name.
You recognize that voice, you'd know it anywhere. It was the voice that you heard every night in your dreams, the voice that used to sing to you, to spin grandiose tales just to make you laugh.
Except that it wasn't real, it couldn't be.
Angered by whatever creature that was mocking the memory of your late boyfriend, you marched forward. You knew you could be walking right into a trap, and that one of Vecna's many specialties were his mind tricks, but at that point, you didn't care anymore. He had taken Eddie from you, and now he was dangling him in front of you like bait.
As if your heart wasn't already shattered into a thousand pieces.
You steeled yourself before fully coming into the kitchen, but nothing could have prepared you for what you saw.
Crouching on the tiled floor, covered in both dried and fresh blood, covering his chin and chest. was something that resembled your boyfriend. It had his body, still dressed in his Hellfire Club shirt, only now it was shredded, and black jeans, old white reeboks stained in black dirt and blood. It had his face, only now it was pale and gaunt, brown eyes completely gone, irises shining an unnatural shade of yellow.
He called your name again and you gripped harder onto the bat, holding it with both hands and brandishing it in front of you, a silent threat. Standing, he lifted up his hands, rings shining in the moonlight that came through the window.
"Whoa! That's not how I expected to be welcomed back, sweetheart."
You didn't answer. All you could hear was your own heartbeat, ringing in your ears as it threatened to escape your ribcage. Your whole body seemed to shake, but you stood your ground, determined to chase away the living nightmare in front of you.
"Don't be scared. I'm not gonna hurt you."
"You're not real." You gritted between clenched teeth.
"I am real! I promise I'm not tricking you. Just… put the bat down, okay? I'm not gonna hurt you." He repeated. "You know I would never hurt you."
Eddie — or the thing that looked like Eddie — took a tentative step forward, slowly. He looked as disturbed as you were, and a little sad even, his lips turned down into a frown. It was strange to think that, but he seemed fragile, hurt.
"Stay where you are."
"Baby…"
"Don't call me that! You are not real." You raised your voice this time.
"Let me explain, please?" He pleaded. It looked like he was restraining himself, as if he had to make a lot of effort not to go ahead and touch you. "I had nowhere else to go, and… and I missed you."
His voice trembled, along with your resolve.
Still holding the bat with one hand, you outstretch the other, signaling for him to stay away. He looked and sounded like your Eddie, but you didn’t know if you trust what you were seeing at all. Not after everything you’d been through.
“Stay here, okay? I’m gonna… I'm gonna go get some help. Don’t go anywhere, okay?”
He simply nodded, going further back into your kitchen, partly obscured by the darkness, which made his yellow eyes shine even brighter. You walked backward until you reached the kitchen entryway, and turned to run up the stairs and into your room, stumbling your way through the dark house.
You fell to the floor when you entered your room, dragging your trembling frame through the carpeted floor, trying to keep your breathing steady. Getting the walkie-talkie from your bedside table, you sat down, leaning your back into the side of your bed, and called out for anyone who might have been listening.
No one answered.
Dread filled your every nerve. Sepulchral silence filled the house as you made your way back downstairs, your limbs still trembling with every step. It was almost ironic — of course no one answered. Of course your undead boyfriend, or whatever thing was mimicking him, was yours to deal with alone.
It was a conflicting feeling. Eddie had never given you any reason to be afraid of him, despite what others believed about him. Now, the image of him made you sick as you saw him again, standing with his back to you in your kitchen.
As he turned around, you flicked the light switch, turning on the bright kitchen light. Not your boyfriend, but the shape of his eyes were the same, and his full lips, now pale after all the blood he lost, turned downward at the sight of you. You wanted to reach out and comfort him, but fear still coursed through your veins.
Tears burned behind your eyes as you addressed him once again, "Eddie?"
You realized he was really trying to keep his distance, staying with his back pressed to the counter, and keeping his hands where you could see them. "Yeah?"
"How do I know… How do I know that you're really you?"
It took a while for him to answer. His tired body slumped forward, his tangled hair falling over his eyes, eyes that never met yours as he started speaking.
"You were wearing this red dress the night I saw you for the first time, and I couldn't take my eyes out of you. I was too chicken to talk to you that day but I went and made you a mixtape. Even tried to have Harrington give it to you because I was too scared to do it, didn't want to see you reject me to my face. He convinced me to do it, and when I finally did you said…"
"...About fucking time."
Your lips trembled with raw emotion, and you could barely keep yourself on your feet as you lunged forward, and Eddie met you halfway. You dirtied yourself with mud and blood as you took him in your arms, and he squeezed you to him like you were the only thing keeping him together — you probably were, just as his solid presence pressed to your body did to you.
You both sobbed, kneeling on your kitchen floor, the cold tiles digging into your knees. You didn't let go.
The rest of the night was spent almost all in your bathroom.
Your mom's carefully picked floral tiles got stained with blood while you maneuvered Eddie around the small space, getting him out of his soiled clothes, and cleaning him to the best of your abilities under the warm spray of the shower.
You'd put a chair under it so he could sit, as he wasn't able to keep himself up for too long, but he was able to tell you, though still a little confused over the details, about what had happened to him.
Something pulled him out. He wasn't sure what, and he's sure it wasn't any of your friends — which you confirmed it wasn't, since Dustin was forced to leave him behind. He felt himself be dragged through miles until he was thrown out of a gate, one of the many that had been opened in the last few days, and when he was conscious enough to stand, he walked here.
You didn't have time or the energy to dig deeper into the logistics of it. The what and the how and the why. You'd do that after you finally got a good night of sleep with your boyfriend miraculously home for the first time in almost two weeks. Safe and sound, like he was supposed to be.
Relief deflated your previously tense body like a popped balloon. After you washed him and bandaged his wounds as best as you could, you got him in bed, and he passed out before you could even get him under the covers. It didn't take long for you to do the same.
Darkness was the first time you saw when you woke up again, a couple hours later. The second thing was a pair of yellow eyes, like a predator stalking in the night, right above your face.
A gasp left your lips as you tried to lift yourself from the mattress, but a hand pressed to your chest stopped you. "Uh-uh. Stay right there."
"Eddie?" You whispered, voice shaking with ice cold fear. "What are you doing?"
He tilted his head, and you could see him more clearly now that your eyes had adjusted to the dark of your room. Behind him, leather like wings unfolded, taking space in your bedroom. The hand pressed to your chest, and the one beside your head, had short, but sharp claws that weren't yet digging into your skin.
You whimpered and trembled under him, dread paralyzing your tongue.
"Not quite. A part of him, yes. He doesn't know it yet, though. It will be our little secret." He bent down, running his nose over the soft skin of your cheek. He still sounded just like Eddie, but there was a graveness in his voice you'd never heard before. "Can you keep a secret, dear?"
He didn't wait for an answer — whoever he was. The same hand that pressed your chest to the mattress beneath you rose up, grabbing your neck. "I asked you a question."
"Y-yes. Yes." You breathed out, closing your eyes. Still, you felt him smile against your face.
"Good. Good girl." His face kept going down, until it reached your exposed neck. He buried his nose in it, breathing you in, and humming deep in his chest at the scent of you. You could feel his lips there, barely brushing your skin, but still raising goosebumps all over your body.
His voice was right below your ear, then. "I just need one small favor from you."
"What do you want?"
"I've been hungry. Starved, darling. I imagine you know how that feels. Your boyfriend here hasn't been a good host, refusing to feed. A disappointment, really. I needed to take matters into my own hands." While he spoke, the thumb that rested over your pulse point caressed the skin there, stroking in slow motions, "I just need a taste. Something to quench my thirst, if you will."
A deep flush rose from your insides, heating you from your tummy all the way to your cheeks. Your blood, he meant. You knew that's what he was implying, but it felt surreal.
"You like that idea, don't you?" He brought his attention back to your face. When he smiled, his sharp canines made their first appearance. "You're an interesting one. I see what the boy sees now."
"Will that help Eddie? You… feeding? On me?"
"If I'm strong, the boy is strong. Trust me, you're gonna need that strength when the time comes."
"What do you mean…"
You weren't able to finish your sentence. His hand went to your jaw and held it in place, puckering your lips and impending your speech. He touched his forehead with his, and looked deep into your widened eyes, "All I need is a yes. That's all I need to hear from you right now."
Without thinking, you nod. You were lost in the unnatural color of his eyes, in the deep register of his voice. The world melted around you, and you stayed there, staring at your ceiling, as his face went back to your neck, and after a brief moment, his fangs pierce your skin, puncturing your pulse.
Everything stopped. Your back arched from the mattress at the feeling of it, and your whole body shakes. His tongue is there too, suckling the blood that falls from the twin wounds, and it didn't stop. Your vision was blurred, your mouth closed shut, no sound left your lips except for the small whimpers you were too scared to even release.
It was too much, and worse, it felt good. The invasion of his teeth into you, his tongue on your pulse, the adrenaline in your blood. You felt ashamed, but you felt alive. Almost involuntarily, your hips writhed on the bed, and your hand went to his hair, pulling it slightly.
He removed his mouth from you, but not before licking a fat stripe to collect the blood that pooled there. "It's okay, sweet girl. I'm almost done. Relax for me."
You had no time to respond. His teeth were piercing you again in a second, and this time you let out a moan, and you had no mind to be self-conscious about how loud it was, because one of his hands traveled under your shorts, but over your underwear, and cupped your mound, letting you grind on it.
Dizzy and lightheaded, and still, you came embarrassingly fast, flooding your cotton panties with warm, sticky slick, riding it out on his rough digits. He rose from your neck, but didn't remove his hand from you.
"That's it, love." He whispered, "See? Felt good, didn't it?"
You could barely keep your eyes open, but he was still above you, studying your face closely. His hand, the one still inside your shorts, moved to pull your panties aside, and collect the wetness there on the tips of his fingers.
He brought them to his lips, and moaned when the taste hit his tongue. "Thank you."
That was all you heard before you felt yourself slipping from consciousness. In those few seconds you were able to hold onto it, you felt his lips lightly touch your forehead, and then, nothing. Silence overtook your tired body.
Outside, the early birds began to chirp, but darkness hadn't ceased, yet. It was always darkest before dawn.
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triggerghoul · 11 months
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Caught | Eddie Munson
Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader
Summary: You and Eddie have a fun time ;) and get caught by good ol’ Wayne
Warnings: Pretty much porn without a plot. Dom!Eddie. Sub!Reader. Use of feminine names like Princess, Pretty girl, ect. Minors DNI please and thank you, if you are under 18 and read, it is your own problem, not mine. I warned you.
It was Friday night and you were staying with Eddie. It was a usual tradition every week, you had Fridays off and he got off early. You guys had been chilling on the couch watching A Nightmare on Elm Street. You had paused the movie about halfway through for a bathroom and snack break. As Eddie went to the bathroom you went to the kitchen of the trailer and started to warm up some popcorn. When Eddie had come out of the bathroom he came up behind you and hugged you putting his still wet hands on you making you shiver. You playfully try to smack him away while he starts peppering your neck with small kisses. After a second he let up, letting you tend to the popcorn that was on the stove. He went and got the bowl for you to put it in. You dumped the thing of popcorn into the bowl and you guys went back to your spots on the couch; Eddie sitting with his legs crossed and you laying on him, the popcorn in your lap.
“Ready to start again Sweetheart?” Eddie asks while looking over at you. You nod while already stuffing your mouth full. He resumes the movie and you guys continue to watch. Eventually you set the popcorn bowl on the floor and reposition yourself on the small couch. You end up with your head laying on his shoulder with your legs across him. As you get comfortable, a scene with Freddy comes up and it scares you so obviously you hide your face in Eddie’s neck and this action makes him chuckle.
"Aw you scared?” Eddie teases.
"Yes! He’s scary" you mumble from his neck.
"There’s nothing to worry about Sweetheart, it isn’t like he’s gonna come and get you” he says as he uses his free hand to grab at your side making you jump. He chuckles again as you tighten your grip on him. These actions continue until the end of the movie; you focusing on it, getting scared, and then hiding. As the credits start to roll, you start to get off of his lap to which he stops you. You look back at him questioning his actions. His only response was pulling you in for a kiss. He breaks the kiss only to tell you that you look so cute when you get scared. He puts his lips back on yours almost immediately. He uses his hands to move your position to straddle his lap without breaking the kiss. Your hands come up to hold his face as you continue to make-out. One of his hands come up to hold the back of your neck as his other one finds its place on your right thigh, rubbing small circles on it. He keeps moving it up slowly only to just take it back down. He knows where you want his hand but he isn’t going to give into you so easily without hearing you beg for it first.
He breaks the kiss again and you whine. He picks you up as he stands while he says,
"Don’t worry sweetheart, i’m not finished with you yet." He takes you to his room not bothered to shut the door. He sits you on the bed and crawls on top of you. You immediately reach out for him again to attach your lips back to his. He welcomes your lips back happily. He instinctively grinds his hips on yours making you whimper as you feel his hardening dick against you through his jeans. You start to play with the hem of his shirt hoping he’d get the hint to take it off. It took him a few seconds but he did, breaking the kiss to throw his shirt over his head and reattach his lips to yours. He started to take his kisses down to your neck and you could now feel the cold of his necklace on your skin. He latched onto a spot on your neck, sucking harshly, making you moan quietly. This makes him bite down a bit to get a further reaction out of you. He moves down a little farther on your neck an continues his assault of kisses. He reaches the neckline of your shirt and looks up at you as a sign of question, silently asking permission to take off your shirt. You nod and he takes your shirt and throws it in the same general direction that he threw his. He ducked his head back down and continued kissing down leaving hickeys here and there as he went.
He got to your bra and did the same as he did with your shirt, looking at you making sure its okay. You arched your back a bit so he could sneak his hands under you to unclasp it. You helped him pull down the straps until he was pulling it away in the same direction as everything else. The sudden cold air hitting your nipples made you gasp as they hardened. All Eddie could do was stare as if this was his first time seeing them all over again. His gaze made you feel so small and it made you blush. After a bit he brought his head back down and put his mouth on one of your breasts, sucking gently, making you moan. He brought his other hand up to toy with the other, pinching it ever so slightly making you arch into him.
"Like that don’t you baby?" He asks as he brings his head up off of your breast to kiss you again.
"Mhm" you whimper into the kiss as he pinches your nipple again. He then starts to slide his hand down your body until his hand reaches the hem of your pj shorts. He plays with the strings on them before he slides his hand into them. Palming at your cunt covered by your slick panties. This action makes you whimper again. If theres one thing about Eddie, its that he revels in your noises, it makes his ego swell. He continues to palm at your cunt until you’re begging him for more.
"please Eds" you say breathlessly
"Please what baby?" He teases. "Gotta tell me what you want"
"want your fingers" you say shyly while trying to buck your hips up into his hand. He finally took his hand out of your shorts to pull them down. You lifted your hips for him and he pulled them off of you and then also came back up to take your panties too. After flinging them aside he scooted himself down between your legs, spreading them.
"Always so wet for me" he says as he takes two fingers, rubbing small circles on your clit, making you writhe from the pleasure he’s finally giving you. He slowly moves his fingers down and dips them into your waiting hole.
"So s’this what you were wanting sweet thing?" Eddie asks knowing full well it was. The only response you can muster is a moan and weak head nod. He finger fucks you like a pro, curling his fingers up at the spot that has you seeing stars. He leans down and takes a lick at your clit. Taking it between his kiss swollen lips and slightly sucking on it. You keen at this, moaning and whimpering at his actions. He continues to swap between licking and sucking on your clit while he pumps his fingers in and out of you. Occasionally taking his fingers out to shove his tongue into your needy hole. He then got off of you completely, making you whine. He got off of the bed and kneeled at the end of it, pulling you down with him. He puts his fingers back into you, getting more leverage to go harder and deeper. He brought his head back down to start assaulting your clit again. After a bit you can start to feel the coil in your stomach start to tighten.
You look down at him to see him rutting against the bed as you say "Eds, i’m gonna cum soon" and he looks up at you and continues what he was doing, except he started lapping at your clit even faster. You throw your head back as you feel the coil getting extremely tight.
"Please Eddie, oh god please let me cum" you beg as you don’t know how much longer you can hold it. You look down at him and he nods at you. You let the coil snap and your thighs shake as you cum with a silent scream and Eddie helps you ride though it, until he pulls his fingers out. He stands back up to look at you with his face and neck flushed. He climbs up to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on his lips. He grabs you and scoots you back up the bed and then gets up for a second.
Then he stands up you can see the prominent bulge in his pants. He goes to unbuckle his belt and undo his pants taking them off along with his boxers. His painfully hard cock springs up as he steps out of his pants, you can feel yourself getting impossibly more wet just at the sight. You sit up and whine at him reaching out for him.
"I wanna...y’know" you say getting too embarrassed to finish your sentence. Eddie chuckles and motions you to come to him. He kisses you as he moves to sit at the edge of the bed, guiding you onto your knees. Once you’re situated you break the kiss and look down at his angry red tip, which was leaking precum. You immediately kitten lick his tip while you grab onto the base, now taking his tip into your mouth. You swirl your tongue around him, and he throws his head back. You take a little more of him into your mouth and start to bib your head, hollowing your cheeks. You keep taking more of him in until you can’t take any more. You use your hand(s) for what you can’t fit into your mouth. Eddie is making the most godly noises above you, stirring you on.
He pulls you off after a bit "gonna cum if you keep doing that, sugar"
"but I thought thats what you wanted?" you ask innocently
"Not yet baby, wanna cum in that pretty pussy" he answers, while he leans down to kiss you. He breaks the kiss and wipes the drool off your chin as he moves you to stand. He gets up from his spot on the bed so you can lay back.
"Get up there and get comfortable baby, on your back please" Eddie says as he moves you to get on the bed. He climbs back up over top of you and kisses you again.
"You ready for this cock baby?" He asks as he pumps himself a few times and loos up at you "Gotta hear you say it"
"Yes Eds please" You respond getting a little impatient. He brings his fingers down to circle on your clit. After a few circles, he dips his fingers into your aching hole a final time, making sure you're absolutly ready for him. He pulls his fingers away and lines himself up with your entrance and he looks up at you as one last silent question, to which you nod.
"Relax for me, pretty girl" he says as he starts to slide himself inside. You both moan at the pleasure youre finally both getting. He lets you get adjusted to him because no matter how many times you fuck, he still stretches you out. The burn isn't nearly as bad as when you guys first started exploring, but just enough that you to need to get used to it before he starts moving. After you had gotten adjusted, you asked him ever so kindly to start moving. He starts out slowly, at a nice pace. He was already making you feel so good and he only just started thrusting.
"Faster, please, harder" you beg. Your wish is his command, as he speeds up his movements immediatly. Pulling out and slamming back in at an almost unhuman speed. You're a moaning mess beneath him and he takes pride in how loud he gets you. So loud and submissive, all for him. It wouldn't surprise you if he goes along and tells his Hellfire mates about how good he pleases his innocent little princess.
He abruptly pulls himself out of you, making you whine and want to ask why, but before you could he speaks, "Flip around, on your stomach, face the end of the bed for me, baby". You comply almost instantly, wanting him back in you so bad. You feel him move behind you and grab your hips.
"Ass up, you know that" he says as he gives you a harsh smack on your ass. You whimper out in pain that is mixed with pleasure. He soothes the mark with his hand before moving hit to grip your hips. He slides back into your greedy hole with ease as he picks up his pace from before. Both of you are enjoying yourselves; Eddie has his head thrown back and you are attempting to muffle yourself in his sheets.
Eddie lowers his head preparing to give your ass another smack, when he is met with someone standing in his doorway. 'Oh shit. He must've gotten off early' Eddie says to himself in his head as he continues to stare down his poor, wide-eyed uncle in the eyes while you continue to beg Eddie for more. As quickly as the moment happened, it went away as Wayne quickly left the doorway. 'How did I miss him shutting the door' Eddie thought to himself again, as he continued to pound into you. 'Eh whatever' he thinks before returning his attention back to you, he'd deal with whatever the fuck that was later.
"Eds, hmmp fuck.. getting close" is all you can manage to get out between moans.
"Gonna cum on my cock, huh pretty girl?" he asks as he starts to feel him orgasm approching as well. All you can do is attempt to nod. He takes this opportunity to lean over you and grab onto your shoulders, pulling you back up with him. Now you're flush against his chest, Eddie is hitting your g-spot with every thrust now.
"Oh god, Eddie, gonna cum" you moan.
"Go ahead, cum all over my cock, you deserve it for being such a good girl for me tonight." Eddie says between grunts. As soon as the words leave his mouth you let go, spasming on him. Your orgasm breaks him as he cums too, pumping you full of him. He slowly lets you back down onto the bed.
"Im gonna pull out now okay?" he lets you know and makes sure its alright, you nod weakly. He pulls himself out of you and the emptyness feels foreign. Eddie helps you roll over onto your back, and once on your back he leans down and kisses you before he grabs his boxers and heads out of his room. A few seconds later he comes back with a wet towel and a glass of water. He sets the water on his nightstand as he comes over to you and starts to carefully run the towel through your folds, cleaning you up the best he could right now. After he is done cleaning you up, he throws the towel in his bin and helps you drink some of the water he got for you. He then goes to his closet to grab a clean pair of panties for you out of the few he keeps at the trailer and one of his band shirts for you. He brings them back over to the bed and helps you stand and put on your clothes. After you're dressed he runs and grabs himself a shirt before laying down with you.
You're cuddled close into his chest as he begins to think of the incident. Based on your lack of reaction he came to the conclusion that you had no idea what had happened. He began to debate whether or not to tell you. He didn't want you to worry or even be traumatised by it so he decides against it for now since you looked so peaceful against him. He had definitley started to wonder if Wayne would bring it up to him in the morning. But thats the thing with Wayne, he either brings it up wanting an explaination, or, he never speaks of it again. Eddie was definitley hoping for the easier option. He thought for a little while longer before turning off his light and giving your sleeping form a kiss on the forehead before trying not to think too hard about it and get some sleep.
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devildom-moss · 9 months
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June poll story
(Mammon x gn!MC)
(NSFW) (sub!Mammon) (dom!MC) (NSFW tags: anal on Mammon, MC with a dick or strap-on - called a"cock" regardless, marking/biting, slight degradation/calling Mammon a "slut" and "greedy" affectionately, but mostly praise, lots of "good boy"/"baby boy"/"baby", missionary position, kind of vanilla maybe? a little bit of malewife Mammon at the beginning, so soft for this man)
Word Count: +1,900
Mammon gently tapped his notebook on the top of your head before you both left for school that morning. Despite the embarrassment that rose inside of him, he tried to sound cool as he told you, “hey, clear your plans for tonight, ‘kay?”
“What for?” you asked him.
“Cause I said so. I know ya got your little Solomon lessons after class, so just come straight to my room when you get home, got it?”
“Can I at least shower after I get back?”
“Huh.” Mammon thought about it. That would give him a bit of extra time. “Yeah, that works. Just text me when ya get back. After your shower, come over.”
“Deal.” You figured you could amuse Mammon for the night. It would be nice to spend a bit of time with him anyway. “So, what are we doing?”
“Don’t worry about it. We’re gonna have a relaxin’ night in.”
It had been a long week. Mammon had picked up on your rising stress – especially in the last two days. If Solomon tried to cook for you during his tutoring today, Mammon wasn’t certain that the old sorcerer would make it through his lesson unscathed. Although there was no way Mammon would tell you he wanted to help you de-stress, demanding your time was his way of trying to help.
You did as Mammon asked. Nice and clean, and with the scent of smoke from your failed potion finally washed from your skin, you headed to Mammon’s room. Out of politeness, you knocked on his door and waited for a response – something you hoped Mammon would someday learn by example. Although, at least (thus far) you had avoided anything too awkward with your one-way open door policy.
A very quiet “shit” was whispered before Mammon replied at full volume: “one sec, MC.”
When Mammon opened his door, you immediately noticed that he had tidied up his room recently such as two seconds ago. It was sweet of him. The next thing you noticed was that something smelled good in there – like homemade food.
“Ya hungry?”
“A little, yeah.”
“We’re eatin’ in here tonight. I made ramen for ya, com’ere.” Mammon pulled you to his couch. On the table in front of it were two large bowls of ramen – along with a bottle of Demonus and two glasses. The only issue was that when Mammon said he made ramen, you didn’t expect it to actually look delicious. There were chopped vegetables in there – Mammon had even gone through the trouble of cutting carrots and tofu into small flowers and shaped the soft-boiled egg into a heart.
“You made this?” you asked, surprised.
“Hey, I can cook if I gotta,” Mammon got defensive, “or if I wanna.”
You couldn’t suppress the grin. You pulled Mammon in for a quick kiss. “Thank you, baby.”
“Hm, I could get used to you thankin’ me.” Mammon played cocky to distract from his embarrassment. “Dig in, already.”
You didn’t expect the food to taste as good as it looked. Mammon must have gotten help some way or another; all you knew was that he was trying so hard to make you happy – and it was working.
After dinner and a glass of Demonus, Mammon put on an action movie that he had brought up a few days ago. He was going on about how cool the trailer made the villain look and how you just had to root for him. Mammon tangled his body up with yours on the couch. With all of the enthusiasm about the movie from the other day, you expected Mammon’s attention to be fixed on the screen. However, he wasn’t even watching the movie; he was staring at you. It was a hungry sort of stare, and you knew he wanted something.
“What’s the matter, Mammon?” His face burned when you asked him. Somehow, he believed that his staring wasn’t so obvious. Still, he might as well say something.
“Do you want to fuck me?” Mammon asked, shy-sounding and slightly nervous. What he meant was that he wanted you to fuck him, but he figured if he phrased it like an invitation, you’d take him up on the offer without him having to voice his desires. Sometimes, his trouble expressing his wants was difficult, but right now, when you knew exactly what he really meant, it was adorable.
You didn’t say anything – just pulled Mammon into a more desirable position. You had Mammon on his knees with his back against you, half-pressed into the back of his sofa. His ass was flush against your body as you boxed him in. There was only so much room on the couch, after all; you had to get close.
Your hand snaked around him, under his shirt, and up his chest so you could caress his neck. As you did, you nibbled on his ear. You could feel the rising heat hit his ears as they reddened slightly. A deep, desperate moan escaped Mammon’s throat. He hadn’t expected you to get into this so quickly.
Between switching from one ear to the other, you pulled Mammon’s shirt off and tossed it to the side. You felt a brief moment of guilt. He had just cleaned up in here, and now you were tossing clothes on his tidy floor. But when Mammon tilted his head back to rest on your shoulder, you didn’t care anymore. The rest of his clothes, and most of yours joined his shirt in a messy pile – except for his underwear that you had accidentally tossed on his staircase because of your own eagerness. Your hands were all over him as you kissed his neck.
“Ya can’t get enough of me, can ya?” Mammon asked, shakily.
“Not when you react so cutely,” you smirked. “Lube?”
“Under the table.”
You chuckled. Did he usually keep a bottle of lube under there or had he been expecting this? It didn’t matter. You grabbed the bottle and coated your index, middle, and ring fingers. You rubbed a slow circle around him before slowly giving him your index finger. The sharp gasp followed by a shaky sigh said enough. He was so eager to take you.
“Were you thinking about this all day?” you questioned him – low and seductive – while running your other hand up his thigh.
“N-no.” He shuddered under your touch.
“Liar,” you teased. “You’re acting like such a pretty little slut for me.”
“Only because it’s you,” he admitted with a faint blush on his cheeks.
“Such a good boy.” You kissed his cheek, causing him to close his eyes and scrunch up his nose, and gave him another finger.
You continued kissing his neck, stretching him out at the same time. In response, Mammon was left moaning and rocking his hips back onto your hand. You bit his shoulder lightly.
“You can bite a little harder than that.”
“Of course,” you whispered and got closer to his ear, “sometimes I forget what a little masochist you are. Should I call you a little pain slut, instead?”
You bit him harshly, and he groaned. Through that desperate sound, he corrected you, “it doesn’t hurt – if it’s you. I just feel good.”
He was so cute.
You licked over your teeth indents in his skin, blowing over the drying saliva. There were so many marks left on his neck that you were going to have to make him cover up tomorrow. If anyone saw the extent of what you did to him, chaos would erupt. Then again, he might not listen and start showing off the second you left him alone. He wanted everyone to know that he was yours – that you claimed and marked him.
“M-more, gimme more. I can take it.”
“Oh? What can you take? Say it if you want it that bad.”
“Gimme your cock, hurry.” As much as he wanted that “hurry” to sound demanding, he just sounded desperate.
“Greedy boy.”
You pulled your fingers out of Mammon. He waited patiently while you prepared yourself. You warmed the lube up in your hands before coating your cock/strap-on generously. (If you’re using a strap-on, you cannot convince me that Mammon wouldn’t insist that you keep one in his room for convenience but also so he could masturbate with it when you aren’t around and imagine that you’re fucking him.) With Mammon still pressed against the back of the couch, you teased his hole from behind without inserting into him. He reached back and grabbed your thighs, squeezing firmly.
“Stop teasing, yeah?” He was panting already.
You obliged and pushed into him. Your hand snaked around his front to rub his chest gently. He whined in response. With your other hand on his boney hip, you squeezed him and pulled him closer, filling him deeper.
“F-fuck. I – I, MC,” Mammon tried to find the words.
“Yes, baby boy?” you cooed in his ear.
“So deep, but – but it isn’t enough.”
You hummed and slid your hand down his stomach and to his cock. You stroked him slowly while continuing to rock your hips against him in steady, deep thrusts. “Like this?”
“No,” he whined. “Not enough of you.”
“I don’t have any more inches to give you, baby.”
“No, I wanna look at ya. I wanna see your face.”
You chuckled and pulled out of him. The little noise he made in response was adorable.
“Look at me,” you commanded.
Mammon turned around. His eyes were starry and wide – blissed out from pleasure and affection. You pushed him on his back gently and grabbed his legs to wrap them around your hips. As you stared down at his pretty little face, you caressed his cheek; he nuzzled into your hand.
“Ready, baby boy? I want you to take all of it at once, okay?”
Mammon nodded, still nuzzling into your hand. With your thumb, you brushed over his lower lip. You loved seeing him like this.
“Good boy.” You pushed into him, and he nearly screamed – covering his mouth with the back of his hand to muffle his voice. You forced his hand away and pinned it above his head. “No, baby. I want to hear you.”
“But I’m too loud.” It was a feeble, little protest.
“Then I’ll shut you up.” Leaning down, you kissed him roughly, picking up your pace as you thrust into him. His nails scratched down your back, leaving long red marks along your skin. All you could hear was kissing, moaning, and the sound of slapping skin. The movie seemingly faded away.  
You were eager to make him feel even better and reached your hand down between your bodies to stroke Mammon’s throbbing cock. More moans escaped his mouth. You could feel him getting closer, and you pulled away so you could look at him while he came. The desire to see that pretty face twisted up in pleasure felt more like a need. Your fingers slowly traced down his neck. Mammon writhed under your touch, making the cutest noise as he arched his back off the couch. He clenched around you and came all over your hand and his stomach. He craned his neck and shut his eyes. Mouth wide, he moaned so beautifully that you couldn’t believe that sound came from a demon.
When Mammon opened his eyes and saw you above him, staring down lovingly, he felt like he had somehow entered a world more heavenly than the Celestial Realm. You were both panting, but an infectious smile creeped up on Mammon’s lips.
Mammon’s eyes locked on yours, still filled to the brim with lust. His kiss-bruised lips parted to speak, “more.”
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eddie munson x gn!reader
word count: 3,875
warnings: swearing, smoking, the events of vol. 2, eddie’s self-doubt and personal issues, trauma, mentions of blood, of death, sorta a fix-it-fic? the boy who lived has in fact not come to die
a/n: i’ve got, like, 240 followers now, and i am very appreciative. i don’t think i’ve ever had that many on any platform in my whole media-usage-world. i am quite the loser, so it is wild that you guys are—at least slightly—entertained by what i write. i love you ughh. this has been in my drafts for a long ass time seeing as i couldn’t seem to finish it, and i’m worried maybe it’s kinda shitty? i do like it for the most part, though. and it got long. oops. but i hope you enjoy it! <333
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“Ugh, you know I don’t do double VHS.” Steve waved off Robin’s Saturday morning movie suggestion.
“But it’s about doomed love,” Robin tried again, clutching the video tape to her chest.
“Oh, well, that’s relatable.” Steve grabbed a cart full of movies to be restocked, swerving around a rampaging Robin.
“Precisely.”
You flipped around a movie in the new releases section that someone had fumbled with at some point or another, adjusting it so the poster was facing outwards, half-paying attention to the conversation going on between your two friends/coworkers.
“Also, Julie Christie is b-b-bonkers hot in this.” You snorted at Robin’s comment, and she tossed a sly grin your way before continuing on her rant about the most gorgeous creature she’d ever seen.
“We’re in Forest Hills trailer park in east Roane County.” Your neck cracked with the speed at which you turned your head towards the television Robin had just turned on, seeing both her and Steve staring up at the reporter.
“We don’t have a lot of details right now, but we can confirm that the body of a Hawkins High student was discovered early this morning. Police have not yet issued the victims name…”
“Holy shit,” Steve said.
You swore you could’ve fainted at that very moment. You felt dizzy, started to sweat, felt your hands shake—so much that you tossed the videos you were holding onto the counter, catching Steve and Robin’s attention.
“Hey, are you okay?” Steve asked, glancing at you and clocking how frazzled you looked.
“Th-that’s where Eddie lives. Forest Hills trailer park.” You hopped up the step to behind the counter, trying to see behind the reporter.
“No. Shit. That’s his trailer. Oh my god, that’s his trailer.”
“Hey, woah, woah, woah, calm down. How can you be sure—”
“Because Steve! I practically live there half the fucking time! I think I know what my boyfriend’s home looks like.” You felt like throwing up. Seriously, you needed some air.
"Okay, well when did you see him last?" Robin started, trying to console you before you erupted into full-blown mass panic mode. She set her hands on your shoulders.
"Last night. I went by the drama room to wish him good luck—you know, because of the campaign—" Robin nodded her head, urging you on. "It was normal, I don't know, I-love-you-see-you-later shit, but then I left to go watch Lucas! I didn't see him after that because he said he had a deal, that he had to go home and get something else f-for—"
"For what? For who?" Robin couldn't handle the suspense.
"For Chrissy Cunningham."
"Chrissy does drugs? Huh, that's interesting." Steve cocked his head, slipped his hand under his chin, contemplating the actions of the cheerleader you spoke of.
"Steve! That is not the focus right now. Besides, everyone has their moments," Robin berated her once jock-worthy friend.
"Right. No, you're right."
You separated yourself from Robin’s clutches, moving out from behind the counter. “I need to check on Wayne.”
“Wayne?” Steve questioned, looking at Robin who watched you disappear around the corner.
“Eddie’s uncle, Harrington. Keep up.” Robin clapped her hands. “She’s been with the boy for, like, ever.” Her focused shifted though, as Dustin and Max appeared, the former hurling himself over the countertop.
You collected your things from the staff room, ignoring the bickering from the other side of the door. Wayne was home, obviously, it was day time, but if the cops were there, no way was he gonna answer the phone. Maybe you should’ve gone to hunt for your boyfriend right away, but you couldn’t bear to not check on the boy’s uncle, who was probably just in the dark as you were—if not more.
It took you a little longer to get going, hands shaking so much that you dropped your keys, and then remembered to clock out. You scribbled an excuse on a sticky note in case Keith questioned your early departure on the schedule when he came in on Monday.
Pushing the green painted wood open, you slammed into Steve, who’d just finished helping a young woman, and put his hands out to steady you.
You turned your head, taking in Max, Dustin and Robin chatting wildly on three separate phones, all pacing equally. “What are they doing?” You asked, straightening Steve’s vest where you’d messed it up.
He mumbled something about Eddie’s friends when Max waved to get your attention, slamming the receiver down. “Do you know a ‘Reefer Rick’?”
The question was so odd, coming from her, that you shook your head before answering. “Yeah, Eddie’s supplier. Why?”
“Do you know where he lives? We’re trying to find Eddie.”
“Uh,” you rubbed your forehead, recalling the couple times Eddie had needed to stock up and you’d been with him. “Out by Lovers Lake.”
Dustin slammed his phone down at this new information, the group now frantic with chatter about your boyfriend’s whereabouts. You started toward the door, stressed and suddenly sweaty, when Dustin flew out from behind the counter, stopping you.
“Where are you going? Don’t you want to come look for your significant other?”
“Of course I do, Dustin. But I’m going to check on Eddie’s uncle. I don’t like the idea of him being left in the dark during all this. It isn’t fair.”
Dustin lifted his hat from his head, readjusting it and then setting it right back down.
“Okay.” He let out a breath that sounded like he’d been holding it in for a while. “Well what if he’s there? At Rick’s? Can you meet us there after your excursion? I don’t feel right looking for him without you.”
“Yeah, Dustin.” He gave you a hopeful high five, your palm stinging as you pushed your way out of the door.
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Pulling into Forest Hills, your hands started to shake. What if they wouldn’t let you in?
You stopped beside the cop monitoring the entrance, rolling down your window.
“I’m sorry, miss. I can’t let you in. We’ve got an active crime scene on our hands.” Shit.
You took a deep breath, trying to keep yourself from stumbling over your words. “I apologize, officer. It’s just that I have a family member that lives here, and I’d really like to check on him. Just for a moment. I’m worried sick.”
The officer straightened from where he’d been level with your window, placing his hands on his hips. He looked around, looked back at you, looked up again. His resolve was slipping.
“Okay. I understand. But you have to be quick, okay? There’s a lot going on that I don’t want you getting caught up in.”
“Thank you officer, really.”
You cranked the handle, rolling up the glass panel and pulled off, trying to find somewhere to stop considering your boyfriend’s home was the crime scene. Eyes scanning for Wayne, you found purchase.
He was sat up against the geometric dome that was meant to be the designated play ground area. Except all the kids in the park had grown up at this point, so now everyone sat there to sulk or smoke.
The slam of your car door caught his attention, and he stood on seeing you, moving in your direction. He met you halfway, holding his arms out. That’s how you knew he was tired. Scared. Confused.
Wayne Munson was no cuddle-bug, but he had no aversion to hugs if he really knew you. But letting you see this much emotion right off the bat, letting you in, that’s how you knew he was hurting. This was his boy they were talking about. Where was his boy?
He was warm from being outside, and smelled of cigarettes. You pretended not to see the tear tracks left in the thin layer of dust on his cheeks. He didn’t let go for a long time.
“Have you seen him? Heard from him?”
You sniffled. “No. Not since last night. I saw him before Hellfire, but that’s all.”
Wayne wiped a hand down his face. “Did he seem alright?”
“More than. You know they were supposed to finish th—”
“The campaign. Yeah. How could I not know?” He smiled, and you could tell he was seeing Eddie hunched over the kitchen counter, pencil in his mouth.
He briefly filled you in. “They’re saying he did this. Killed that girl. But I know Eddie. He’s my boy and he didn’t do it. He couldn’t.”
“I know he didn’t. I’m sorry you had to find her. I’m going to look for him, okay? I probably shouldn’t tell you that, but I figured you needed to know. If I get to him, I’ll come tell you, okay? I’m so sorry, Wayne.”
Another hug. More reassurance on your part, on his, telling you that you couldn’t have known. You asked if he needed anything, but he said the cops were supposed to figure out where to put him soon. And that was it. You left him there, and sobbed in the car knowing how sick he was over his boy. Knowing what’d he’d seen, how frightened he was.
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“Eddie! It’s me! It’s Dustin!”
The young boy tried so hard to get his older friend to hear him, to calm down. But that was kind of impossible given the situation. He tried to understand.
“You won’t believe me.” Eddie’s voice was broken, his eyes glassy, his fingers going numb from his grip on the broken bottle.
“Try us.” Max knew what it felt like to be that confused. To be that uneasy. But he spilled his guts, and now the group of unlikely friends sat with him.
The slam of a car door made Eddie jump, made Dustin shoot up from his spot on the floor. Dustin peeked over the window sill, spying you looking a little lost at where they might be, so he hurried outside, much to the dismay of everyone else, scaring the shit out of you, but making you hopeful nonetheless.
“Any luck?” You whispered, not quite grasping his sudden appearance from the boathouse.
“Yeah! Yeah. He’s in there. And he’s scared shitless, but he’s okay.”
“Really?” Your eyes were glazing over and there was nothing you could do about it. He was alright.
“Really.” And he took your hand, leading you back and gently pushing the door the rest of the way open. He let you in first, lingering behind.
You moved in, eyes scanning for him, first roving over Steve, Max, Robin. But there he was. Up against the wall, hands in his hair. He looked up at you, and visibly softened, but sunk in on himself nonetheless.
“Baby.”
“Eddie.” You dropped your bag, not giving him time to stand, moving to meet him on the floor.
Your knees met chilly concrete, and you went to reach out for him, but you stopped yourself, noticing how broken he looked. “Eddie? Is this okay? If I touch you?”
“Y-yeah.” He nodded as he said it, eyes moving quickly back and forth between yours. To Eddie, even though there were four other people in the room, it felt like everything else faded away the second you walked in. You came for him. You’d believe him. He knew you would.
You opened your arms, and he fell into them, arms going around your back, head falling to your chest. He buried his face against you, squeezed you so hard it hurt, but fuck if you were going to tell him to let up.
You ran your hand soothingly over his head, gently untangling curls without the intention of doing so. Glancing up, you met Dustin’s eyes, and he gave you a small smile. “Thank you,” he mouthed. Dustin wanted to thank you for putting up with him, for letting him steal your boyfriend, for being so kind, for calming Eddie down. For everything.
“I went to see Wayne, Eddie,” you told him, moving your hand to rub his back. The boy perked up at that, looking at you with fear all over his face considering what he’d done.
“I-is he…is he m-mad at me?” He looked so young, so fragile.
“No, he’s not mad at you, sweetheart. He’s just worried. Scared. Wants his boy safe.”
Eddie winced, but pulled away from you anyhow. You brushed his bangs away from his eyes, straightened his vest, buttoned a chest pocket. “Do you think you could tell me what happened, maybe? You don’t have to now, really you don’t. But whatever it is, I believe you, okay?”
He hummed in reply, and relayed the story again for you, even if it hurt, and the rest of them tried to catch you up on their theory.
What you didn’t see was Robin turning to Steve, eyes softening at the way you and Eddie interacted with one another. How that scared look in your eye that had been there at the store was gone, just from seeing him. How Eddie’s hands had stopped shaking at your presence. How he wasn’t afraid to be vulnerable with you, and how much you cared for him.
But he made it so easy for you.
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“Shit! Shit!” You stumbled over your own feet, hopping over ever root and vine you met in your path, trying not to make your presence known.
You’d been with Steve, Robin, and Nancy. The four of you were meant to go to Creel House while Eddie and Dustin distracted those fucking bats.
But you had this feeling. This sick, sick feeling.
It was eating you alive. It was something Eddie sad at Skull Rock. Something about running. And then right before you parted ways. When he’d kissed your head and muttered in Steve’s direction, “Trust me. We are no heroes.”
And standing there with your friends, trying to save the world, you ran. Ran for Eddie’s sake. Because he was going to do something. You just knew it. Some sacrificial lamb shit.
And it hurts, the running. Your legs are burning. It’s the kind of running you haven’t done since you were a kid. The desperate kind. But this time it’s not in order to beat a friend to the finish line, to win a competition. It’s to get to your boyfriend. Because you’re afraid he’s going to die.
And you can hear them. The bats. Their horrid screams, the leathery and wet rasp of wings, of tails thrashing in their rage, their determination to get to the source of that noise. The noise that had just quit.
You’d just caught the end of Eddie’s playing, and barely had time to think about how he’d finished it. He’d been determined to finish that fucking song and it’d been two weeks.
But none of that mattered.
Because you could see the trailer now, and it hadn’t occurred to you that maybe you wouldn’t be able to get in. That was the point of their reinforcements, anyways.
You stumbled up the concrete stairs, reaching for the door handle, trying to ignore the ever increasing sound of the bats, the sounds of them closing in. You didn’t dare glance over your shoulder, knowing they’d be right there.
Wrenching open the door, metal screeching, you almost smacked into Eddie. He’d been holding onto the sheets, but he had that look in his eye. The decisive one. And then he heard you clattering in and he practically tumbled free from his hold on the fabric.
“What the hell are you doing here?” You looked up seeing Dustin, who looked equally as frightened and desperate for Eddie to get to the other side.
“Whatever it is that you’re thinking, stop it. Go. Now. Climb.”
Eddie looked at you. Really looked at you. A look that said I need to do this. I need it. “You first.” He backed away, beckoning you forward.
“No.”
“No?”
“You go. Now.”
“Baby, please go. I’m begging you. If I go now, I can buy more time. I know it.”
Eddie looked desperate. He needed this. Needed to know he was good for something. He’d been such a failure. And he could do this. He could be good.
“No! Fucking go, Eddie! Now!”
He blinked at you, not expecting the change he found in your voice. He’d never heard you sound like that before. So angry. So angry at him.
So he let up, reaching and pulling himself towards Dustin. Towards home.
You felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. And then you tried to get yourself up, calming considering in the time that you’d stood there, the noise had stopped—the bats had stopped. Your friends had done their job.
You pulled and it hurt, but you did it anyways.
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It had been three days since Eddie almost sacrificed himself and you’d been avoiding him ever since. He knew why you hadn’t come to see him, and he was upset at himself for hurting you, for not realizing you could read him so well. But it felt like that was the only way to prove himself.
And now he was living in a fucking tent in the Wheeler’s basement, supposedly like some girl with superpowers had.
The boy was flipping through one of Mike’s old X-Men comics when the sheet providing him refuge was torn back. Dustin appeared, making Eddie jump. “Jesus Christ!”
“Here.” Dustin threw a hand radio at him and then vanished again. It took him a minute before he realized you had one too.
A few guesses later on what channel he needed, he found you.
“Hey, I know you can hear me, baby. I know you’re mad.”
You reached for radio where it resided under your bed, stretching so that you didn’t have to actually get up, the chill of hardwoods meeting your fingers.
As much as you wanted to pretend you couldn’t hear shit, you wanted to talk to him. Something was really wrong if he thought he’d needed to do that. And maybe it was wrong of you to be upset, but you loved him. He didn’t need to complete some grand act of service to be redeemed, he was already your hero.
“Afternoon, Munson.”
Eddie slumped down inside his tent, smacking his head on the wall. He really was too lanky to be living in there.
“Son of a bitch!” He rubbed his hand, skull throbbing from the impact. “Hey, honey, please come see me. I wanna talk to you. Please.”
“Yeah. Yeah, fine. Unlock the basement door, okay?”
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You sat against the support beam at the bottom of the stairs, watching Eddie tie up the sheet so it’d quit falling down and he could see you properly.
Your lower back started to ache and he noticed, passing you a smushed pillow. Silence filled the hair until you decided to breach the surface. “What were you gonna do, Eddie?”
He scrubbed his hands over his face, fingers bare of their usual silver, as the rings sat in a pile of his other shit, metal accoutrements proving incredibly uncomfortable to sleep in when living on the floor.
“Buy more time. I thought that if I could get the bats to back off, that they would’ve had the chance to kill Vecna. That Dustin could get home okay. I don’t know. And don’t give me that look.”
“I didn’t want anyone else to get hurt. I could’ve done it. I swear. I just wanted to be good for something for once in my fucking life. Prove that I’m not this—this thing. This nuisance. This monster.”
“I guess I thought I could be the hero for once.”
You moved towards him, sitting on your knees and taking his hands into yours. He wouldn’t look at you, eyes darting around the basement walls, the old furniture indented from years of bodies molding the cushions.
“I understand. But I wish you didn’t feel that way. I wish I could fix it. I’m sorry I didn’t come to see you sooner. I was just upset because I had this feeling, Eddie. I thought you were going to die.”
“But, Edward Munson, you are not a monster. You aren’t a nuisance. Anyone that’s ever thought that is a piece of shit and you know that”
You put your hand on his cheek and he blinked. Hard.
“Eddie, look at me, please.”
The boy turned to you, looking just as young and fragile as he had in the boathouse. He looked disappointed in himself.
“You’re my hero.”
Eddie bit the inside of his lip so hard he tasted blood, forcing himself not to cry.
“Your Gareth’s hero. Mike and Lucas’ hero. Eddie, your Dustin’s hero. But, sweetheart, you didn’t have to save the world to prove yourself. You’re everything to me. To your friends. To Wayne.”
That was the tipping point. Uncle Wayne. And the tears slipped out, silent and calmly, easily sliding down his finally clean cheeks.
“R-really? I’m your hero?” Eddie’s hands were shaking.
“Yeah! Of course you’re my hero, Eddie. You’re such a badass, you know.” A grin pulled at the corners of his mouth. “You are not a monster. I’ll spend every day for the rest of my life telling you that if you’d like. I’d do anything for you.”
“You didn’t need to save the world by fighting off demo-bats, Ed. You’ve saved it by being you. By shepherding those little sheepies. Shit, you’re so good, Eddie. You’re golden.”
Eddie Munson had been waiting his whole life for those words. For someone to reassure him that he wasn’t this sick creature. This freak. And he was your hero. That was better than anything in the whole world to him.
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Wayne rested against the cool brick that constructed Hawkins High School. His current place of refuge post-earthquake. Pulling his flannel closer his chest to keep out the wind, he reached in his pockets for a lighter and a pack of Marlboros.
He didn’t look up at the sound of gravel crunching around him, used to the noise of other people fluttering around him.
“Any chance you’d lend me one of those?”
Wayne’s hands froze from where they’d been peeling the plastic wrap off of the new cardboard box. He knew that voice. But he thought it was a trick. He looked up anyways.
And there, standing in this alleyway, somewhere he definitely shouldn’t be, was his boy. Eddie’s hands were in his pockets, a bandana over his forehead.
He smiled that award-winning smile, the one he’d used on Wayne as a kid when he wanted pancakes or temporary tattoos from the coin machine at the grocery store.
Eddie made his way over to his uncle, to—let’s face it—his dad. Wayne enveloped the boy in his arms, squeezing way too tight, but Eddie wasn’t going to complain. “My boy.”
Eddie rested his head on his uncle’s shoulder, breathing in that familiar scent that never seemed to go away, of cigarettes and the came cologne he’d been wearing since Eddie was a toddler. That smell he’d welcome after a rough day at school, after he’d done well on a science project.
“I never gave up. I never stopped looking. I knew you didn’t do it. Not my boy.”
“Thanks, uncle Wayne. For everything. I love you.”
“I love you too, kiddo.”
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lovejosephquinn · 1 year
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I went to the cinema recently and there was almost no one else there but me & my friend, and that got me thinking 🤔 what kinda sexy shenanigans Joe & reader would get up to in the back of an almost empty movie theatre ☺️😘 imagine they’re just going for a simple date night, post dinner, to see a cheesy rom com or something for a laugh, realising 15 minutes in that no one else is there and the film isn’t worth watching, sooo 🤭
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Nothing more to say than the way you made me say fuck yes out loud.
All aboard the Monday night smut train. 💀
UNDER 18'S DNI TYSM.
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You'd gone through the trailers, each and every one of them, sipping on your drinks and getting halfway down your popcorn that you shared before the movie had even started. You sat up in your favourite spot in the back row, your eyes scanned around the room; not another person visible.
"What's going on?" You leaned over to say in Joe's ear so he could hear you better over the booming sounds of the speakers, the credits beginning to role through as it started.
"What do you mean, love?" Joe mirrored your image, speaking back directly into your ear.
"Take a look around." You pointed all along the theatre, still nobody to be seen.
"Oh shit, we've got this place to ourselves?" Joe smirked.
"Looks that way." You smiled back, Joe moved his arm around to push you into him so you leaned into him as close as you could, the arm of the seat getting in the way a little.
"This could be fun." Joe shot you a look, a look that screamed fun in the most flirtatious way.
You lost track of how far you'd got into the movie when you felt Joe release his grip on your shoulder, moving his hand down to your thigh and stroking his fingers up and down it. Even just partway through the movie, nobody had shown up and you'd thought it maybe time to take action on Joe's last words.
You mimicked him, instead taking your hand and palming just to the side of his crotch, watching his eyes flicker down from the screen to where your hand was now beginning to stroke right over. "You thinking what I'm thinking, baby?" Joe muttered.
You took your eyes away from the movie now purely just a background noise since your gaze was fully fixed on your boyfriend, he took his hand and placed it to cup your cheek, bringing you in for a passionate kiss, it was slow yet desperate. You both felt like two naughty teenagers in the back, plainly horny for one another as your suggestive behaviours took their place.
"Fuck. This is hot." Joe smiled into the kiss, his tongue batting against your bottom lip for you to open up, the heated make out now turning hotter as you felt his erection grow covered by his clothing but gripping in your hands grasp. You expertly unbuttoned his trousers with one hand, taking down his zipper and pulling his cock out of his boxers, springing it free; your eyes shooting straight to it like a magnet, your teeth instantly finding your bottom lip and biting down onto it whilst Joe licked his lips.
You spat onto your hand to lather his thick shaft as you wrapped your fist around it, slowly pumping and watching his head fall back to the top of the seat. "That feel good?" You slanted over to mumble into his ear, hearing his breathing escalating at your touch. "Yes baby, I need more."
"More what?"
"Don't make me beg."
"Good boys use their manners, are you not a good boy Joseph?"
He loved the way you used his full first name, the way you said it had pre-cum leaking from the tip, the heat of your breath on his ear and your seductive tone couldn't make him not resist to obey you. The moan that fell from his lips could've echoed down the rows of seats as you tightened your grip.
"Please. Please, more. More please." He couldn't quite get his words out, when after the first mention of please you quickened up your pace, jerking the way you knew he liked, twisting your wrist around as you worked his cock.
Joe had his eyes shut but managed to find the back of your head, taking your hair into his grip and pushed you down, your lips falling square onto the tip of his cock. "Fuck yes. Suck me off beautiful."
You halted before he could shove you down any further, pursing your lips together and he instantly knew what you were waiting for.
"Please." He groaned in desperation, his one worded answer flew through the air like a gust of wind. You instantly took him into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down moderately until you reached your peak. Joe still had his hand latched onto your hair. "You going to let me fuck that pretty little mouth of yours?"
Your thighs clenched together when he muttered those words, the slight growl in his accent made it all the more sexier and you granted his wish when you nodded, your head was seized downward in a mere few seconds as his cock reached the back of your throat, you held it for a few seconds before he pulled you back up, giving you a moment to regain oxygen before he had his tip prodding at your tonsils once more. "Yes baby, just like that, oh my-" Joe's moans were practically bouncing off the walls now, if anyone were to ask you what had just happened in the movie in the last 10 minutes, you wouldn't of had a clue.
He repeated the process several times until water was streaming from your eyes, saliva was leaking from the sides of your mouth and you were completely breathless. Joe let you take over, as you continued at an erratic speed dragging your tongue up and down his member, the little left out using your fist to continue to jerk fast, cupping his balls every now and then squeezing them one by one.
"Yes, you're so fucking hot the way you suck my cock like that. Jesus Christ. Keep doing that." His wish needn't be granted for much longer as his cock throbbed inside your mouth, begging for the orgasm to take over. His hips bucked upward not a minute later, spewing heaps of cum into your mouth, Joe pinched his eyes shut, biting down on his lip enough so he didn't yell out too loud. There were still people outside the room and the last thing you wanted was an audience if anything was to be heard.
You lifted up your head, readjusting yourself as Joe tucked his cock back into his boxers and did up his trousers.
"So this movie's boring." Joe snorted a laugh, his eyes well and truly dilated, still quite clearly in the mood to give you everything more he could possibly give.
"You want to leave?" You offered, he'd already put the idea forward himself, just in a windy not straight to the point sort of way, typical Joseph.
Joe tilted back to your ear. "I want nothing more. As soon as we get home, it's straight to the bedroom, your clothes off and I'm going to eat that pretty little pussy till you squirt into my mouth." The words alone made you moan, your clit twitching at the thought.
"Then I'm going to fuck you so hard till we're both sore and can't take it anymore, okay?" He kissed onto your neck lightly, the shudder that ran through your body and Joe's devious smile as he looked up to meet your eyes once more made the heat between your legs worse.
You stood up from your seat, the look of lust in your eyes matching Joe's dark glow. "I'm ready when you are." You walked out hand in hand out of the movie theatre like nothing of the sort had just happened or was about to occur but inside, you were mutually ready to tear each other apart.
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chaseadrian · 1 year
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stale popcorn, disgusting soda
day 7. praise // [kinktober masterlist] You've got two free movie tickets, Eddie's got heart eyes for you. Mix em and see what happens.
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pairing. eddie munson/f!reader wc. 1.5k tags. 18+ ONLY, friends to lovers, praise, heavy petting, public sex acts, first kiss, eddie being a cheeseball, promises of a blowjob (part 2 tbd,) light fluff
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Eddie was raised with a sharp hand, not a guiding one. Harsh pinches from his father, harsher words from his mother. Even when Wayne came into his life, saving the day with a tiny trailer bedroom, the man could do little more than offer a reassuring pat on the back. Sympathetic looks, leftovers in the microwave, small acts of kindness from one broken man to another. 
You were the first person to really offer Eddie any solace. He sought the outcasts, the lonely kids, and took them under his wing, but you were the first person to take him under yours. 
It isn’t a surprise when he seeks out something more.
You’re sinking in his bed, sitting on the edge, watching as he tosses tape after tape behind him into a pile of laundry. He hunches over the rack, his fingers running down the columns. Despite reading every one, he still throws several into the reject pile.
“Why don’t we just go see a movie? I won those tickets at my grandma’s bingo last week, remember?” You kick your legs straight out, crossing your heels, nudging the exposed strip of his lower back with the toe of your sneakers. 
“What’s there to see at the movies that we don’t have right here? It’s just cheap action flicks and stale popcorn.” He spins on his heels and drops to his knees, stuffing a tape into his pocket. 
“Maybe I like stale popcorn. Takes longer to chew.” You shrug, and he squints his eyes at you. 
“And I’m the fucking freak in this town.” He shakes his head, “The van’s running low on gas, fill ‘er up and I’ll go. Deal?” Crawling toward you on his knees, he sets most of his weight on your thighs. His gaze on your lips is apparent, and you shove your hand in between the crowding space of your torsos. 
“Deal.” 
He smiles at you, and takes your hand, tugging you both up. You stumble a little into him, grabbing his shoulder to steady yourself. The leather folds under your fingers, and you can feel the edge of his collarbone just under your thumb. 
If there’s tension in this moment, it passes too quickly for either of you to sit in it. Eddie gestures for you to leave before him, and you’re all too eager to listen. 
The theater is dead empty when you arrive, and you stroll to the back row, plopping yourself down in one seat, and your jacket in the one next to you. You doubt anyone will try to snatch the seat, given that the previews are rolling and there’s exactly one occupied seat. 
Soon to be two, as Eddie walks up the aisle, his arms full of candy and popcorn and some disgusting combination of soda in a large cup. 
“What’s it this time?” You grab the snacks from him, eyeing the condensating cup. 
“Mr. Pibb and Orange Fanta.” 
“Disgusting.” 
He sits down and shakes the soda in your face, “Don’t knock it before you try it.” 
You lean over to take a quick sip, grimacing at the concoction, “Yup. Disgusting. Good boy for getting snacks though. Five points.” You pat him on the head, laughing as you start in on the popcorn. 
“Hilarious.” He shifts in his seat, slurping down the soda and ripping open the pack of licorice he’d gotten himself. 
His leg shakes as the opening credits roll, and you can feel his gaze flick your way several times before the first line of the film. You can feel the vibrations of his shaking, and finally you reach a hand over to still him, fingers splayed gently over his knee. 
“You okay?” You whisper, leaning toward him while keeping your eyes on the screen. 
“Yeah, it’s nothing, it’s just…” He says, staring at your hand, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smile, “Could you do me a quick favor?” 
You groan, shifting your eyes between him and the film, “Yeah, what?” 
“Lean forward for a second.” 
Furrowing your brows, you send a glare his way, but oblige, softening when he holds his arm up against the back of your seat. 
“That’s it. Thanks.” He returns to the movie, and you settle into his touch, not completely confused, but still in a state of shock. 
You would describe Eddie as a flirt, absolutely. Something about the way he can make his eyes sparkle, that special brand of mischief in his grin. If he likes you, you’ll know it, but whether or not he makes a move is an entirely different matter. You’d seen girls bat their eyes at him only to blink in confusion when he left them without more than a courteous goodbye. He was a flirt, but he rarely followed through. 
You’re not sure how much of the movie passes with his arm around you, at least half, swapping popcorn and candy, taking a few swigs of his monstrous soda just to combat the dry mouth. 
He squeezes you a little tighter, armrest the only thing separating you, and he whispers, “Hey.”
You turn your head an inch toward him, “Hey wh—” 
He cuts you off with a kiss, his fingers guiding you to face him completely. He’s instantly breathless, inhaling through his nose, fast, heavy breaths as you give in to the kiss. It feels like a privilege to have gotten this far, but you aren’t as shocked by this as you were by the arm that now pulls you closer, clutching the back of your top. 
“Fuck, are you a good kisser.” You breathe into his mouth, covered by explosions and gunshots on the screen. 
“Oh yeah?” He asks, forcing arrogance into the question, but a genuine earnest undercuts his tone. He runs a hand over your thigh, grabbing the popcorn to set it on the floor. 
You nod against him, shivering as his fingers graze over your crotch and back down your other thigh. You pull back to look at him in the flashing cinema lights, trailing a nail over his features. Around his cheekbone, down the bridge of his nose, along the bottom of his lips. 
“You are so pretty.” You whisper, his kiss wiping away any facade of friendship that you upheld. You were friends, sure, but God was it hard complimenting his music taste when all you wanted was to tell him how good he looked singing along to it. 
His eyes flutter closed as you press a thumb to the corner of his mouth, running it against the specks of facial hair he hadn’t gotten around to shaving. He turns to kiss the palm of your hand, and you gasp as his fingers slip between your legs, rubbing over your tight jeans, slow and careful. 
Leaning back against the theater seat, you close your eyes and focus on the lights dancing in front of your closed eyelids, Eddie’s touch entirely overshadowing your senses. You rut against him a little, snaking your hand into his hair as he leans over to kiss hickeys into your neck. 
“Ohh, that feels s—so good, Eddie, you’re d—doing so good for me. Shit.” You stutter, and his teeth nip at your skin, free hand palming over the loose fabric of his jeans, trying to build some friction against his growing orgasm. 
You pull him back by the hair for a kiss, whispering into his mouth, “Make me cum, and I’ll blow you in the back alley.” You reach for his hand, dragging your tongue up his first two fingers before taking them into your mouth, a wet pop! following as you suck down to the tips. He kisses you hard, nodding and pressing his fingers harder into the crease of your jeans, the taut denim hitting your clit as you rock into his hand. 
“Yes, yes,” You gasp, trying to keep your voice down, but feeling sheltered by the loud movie, “Just like that, please, please.” You grab the arm rest, arching your back, squirming against his cupped hand, sputtering praise, “So good, Eddie, fuck, you feel so good.” 
Eddie hovers just in front of your lips, nuzzling your noses together as you lose yourself, driven deeper and deeper into the pulpit of your orgasm before you snap entirely. You let out one audible moan before he wraps a hand tight over your mouth and forces you down in your seat, the rocking of your hips the only movement he’ll allow as you ride through. 
He kisses you again when you can finally open your eyes, a deep, warm kiss with his hand just hovering against your cheek. 
You sigh, content, and laugh when he offers you a sip of soda. You grab it and take several gulps, shaking your head at the taste, “Guess you earned that blowjob.”
“Shh,” He says, sliding a hand over to squeeze the meat of your thigh, a sharp touch juxtaposed by his head gently on your shoulder. 
You tilt your head down atop his, pressing a small kiss to his hairline before returning to the movie you’d almost entirely forgotten. 
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camilasstories · 7 months
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❝feeling unreciprocated❞ chapter 4 | jungkook x reader
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summary: Sleeping with one guy after feeling rejected wasn't a good idea, but sleeping with another one and another seemed to be even worse plan. Especially with your handsome crush behind the wall, who is as confused as you about your ways of coping with a broken heart.
note: I’m sorry for such a short chapter. I just got some messages some of you were waiting for it so here you go!
trailer/masterlist | chapter 3 | next chapter
You got accustomed to your position as a Jungkook's friend. Somehow, it calmed your mind knowing you held any place in, maybe, his heart, which was ridiculous because you barely knew each other. Yet, you found peace in thinking of it like that.
This week passed by pretty fast with you being occupied with your studies and thinking about the project you were soon to present with your partners. It was also sparse in socializing with other people as Gia was preapring for her mock-exams, but especially with Jungkook as he devoted his free time to this new guy - Kim Taehyung whom he met at work. You were used to it, you told yourself and it was true as it was a completely normal state of things between you and him. However, there was this odd felling of uncertainty that manage to weigh you down. Although he mentioned before going out about seeing you later on your traditional movie night, you weren't sure whether his new friendships wouldn't drag him away from you because he was already running late. You couldn't hide the fact it was making you disappointed to the point you got yourself wondering if he even remembered you two were about to meet in your shared living room. Nevertheless, you had too much faith in him to say it out loud.
While you were waiting for him, you checked his instagram. Since you were following Jungkook, you had a full allowance to scroll though his photos and look at his stories he posted from time to time shamelessly without being scared of getting caught in his notifications. Because even if you would have, then it hadn't been seen as something weird or suspicious that you were almost stalking him on his social medias.
When it was half past eight you gave up the idea of waiting for him as thirty minutes already passed and you were one hundred percent sure he wouldn't be anytime soon so you just grabbed your quilt and a pillow to make your way back to your room quite bitter about his actions. He didn't even let you know he wasn't going to come today, which was quite disrespectful, in your opinion, because you were really looking forward to watch a movie with him. To be more precise, just to see him and you didn't ask for too much, right? On the other hand, you could have foresees that such a day would come sooner or later. You should have kicked Jungkook's ass before and met with the guy you slept with in more appropriate circumstances. Maybe you would actually have your love life back and stop daydreaming about this stupid, unreasonable, the most annoying-...
"What? You've finished watching already?"
You gasped agitated hearing the sound of shutting door and male's voice in the foyer. You turned around with bedding cover still in your arms towards the entry of your apartment. It felt like a burden was taken away from your shoulders, a big relief that he didn't ditch you after him having let you know he was actually present and, you hoped, ready to spend the evening with you. You had been so close to the edge in believing he would stood you out and this belief wasn't groundless.
"I haven't even started" you squeezed your quilt even tighter leaning on the wall as you watched him kicking off his shoes.
"Why?" he asked putting away his jacket and leaving his hoodie on with questioning, but cool look visible on his face "Did you pick something, though?"
Taking into consideration that you were busy battling gloomy thoughts in your mind, it was obvious you didn't even touch the remote.
"No, I didn’t" you replied shortly “I thought you wouldn't come, to be honest”.
Jungkook was observing you. There you were standing in a foyer with white material over your chest as you didn’t make it back to your room yet. But he didn’t know why you were not in the living room already watching something on the TV.
"I might have been a little late" he admitted shrugging his shoulders "My phone died, but I grabbed us some things on the way" he showed a see-through bag with colorful packages in it "Am I forgiven?”
"If it's your way to say sorry, then I guess so" you murmured this time with more soft expression on your face.
"Then stop looking so offended" he chuckled reaching his hands to you "Give me this, you're almost drowning" he took the bedding out of your hands and put it back on the couch, while you checked what he had bought.
In general, there were his favourite snacks, but he didn’t think only of himself as you found some crisps and cookies you often ate when you had a bad day. Your heart warmed up at his gesture. But you realized it just wasn’t adding up. Why did he care? Was he just nice? Did he know you overheard him? You sighed and placed the bag on the console in the foyer. The longer you were gazing at it, the more it felt like something was missing in the whole picture. Like everything was on its place, but there was one thing that you couldn't come up with that was lacking. Your forehead wrinkled as your eyebrows raised. You were sure you put them right there. There was no other place in your flat to fit them in.
"Hey, Junkook! Where are the flowers?" you shouted after him still standing in a foyer slightly dumbfounded.
"What flowers?" he stuck his head out after he had stopped searching for his charger.
“The ones that were standing in a foyer” you pointed at the vase with your head after having drawn his attention “Or they used to stand”.
You wondered if he even noticed them in the first place, maybe it was pointless to ask him this, but there were no more people living in this flat, so you presumed might have put them somewhere else. You watched as confusion that was plastered on his face changed into clarity as his expression lit up apparently knowing what you were talking about.
"Ah, right. I've thrown them away" he told casually and made his way to the living room indifferent to his action that managed to baffle you out.
"What? Why?" your squinted your eyes being perplexed "Jungkook, answer me!" you added feeling he didn't listen to you.
"They were dead, I guess" he shrugged his shoulders and took TV remote in his hand looking at the screen “What do you want to watch? Psychological series or comedy?"
"Jungkook!" you watched him in disbelief.
"What? They looked fucking rubbish” he looked at you as you struggled to find words “I’m just telling the truth. They've been withered” he kept convincing you.
You didn't remember them to start to wither, actually. You changed the water in vase almost every day and you even cut their ends one time. It sounded impossible. And rubbish? Okay, maybe it wasn't the prettiest bouquet, but still it was a kind gesture that you appreciated even though it wasn't given by your dream person.
"Did you even think they could have been from somebody?" you folded your arms on your chest while he sat on the couch.
"Were they?" he raised an eyebrow at you waiting for your response.
You sealed your lips immediately muted. You could have spared the information and let these silly flowers go, but obviously you couldn't keep your mouth closed at the right time. Especially when he wasn't supposed to know you were seeing someone. You didn't want to embarrass yourself with the fact it was just one-time thing. It would potentially cross your chances with him. And hooking up was just a way of coping for the time being.
"W-Well..." you stuttered losing the courage feeling the pressure of his gaze "Maybe".
"From whom?" he picked a series since you didn't answer him, but you just shrugged your shoulders not bothering to reply as shame came all over you.
You felt his burning gaze on your back as you sat down on the floor fixing the duvet under your but to make yourself comfortable on the hard ground. Nevertheless, you kept being silent with your blank eyes turned towards TV.
"Not my business, I get it" you heard him fidgeting in his sit and stretching out his legs.
"No, it's just..." you had blurted out before pursing your lips not knowing whether you should speak out "Just a guy, nothing serious".
"You don't have to explain yourself" his immediate answer and him chuckling made you flush even more "Easy there".
"Fine" you sat there for a few minutes not even daring to touch the sweets he had brought with him, somehow losing your appetite as you almost gave yourself away.
"You know you can sit next to me" Jungkook made an offer with his eyes glued to the screen "I don't bite".
In fact, you took Gia's advice to your heart not wanting your feelings to escalate even more, seeing how much it could cost you. Still, you hesitated as you also yearned for his presence, but the damage it could make outweighed the benefits. After your analyzations, you came to one, precious conclusion that it would be healthier for you to leave some free space between you and him. To leave it as it was. To make a safe deal for both of the sides.
"No, no. It's okay" you turned it down knowing what could happen if you let yourself feel more than you allowed to.
Sometimes, saying no to some invitations should be just done. Even to such a dissent one like this. But you had a good head on your shoulders trying not to melt because of his tempting proposition.
"It's not like we've just met, (Y/N)" you almost felt him rolling his eyes at you, but you decided to shrug it off.
Keeping a safe distance between you and Jungkook gave you the sense of control over your absurd feelings and decreased your chances of making embarrassing gaffe in his presence. Although he didn't acknowledge your sympathy towards him, you had to be the one who would be reasonable enough to draw a thick line between both of you, just in case. You had no idea what would happen if any signs of crushing over him came out.
"It's quite comfortable here" you brought your knees closer to your chest which enabled you to rest your chin there "But thanks".
"Yeah, I'm sure of it" he used his sarcasm to deny your silly statement and without giving a hoot he leaned down to slip his hands under your arms.
"What are you doing?" your body became stiff under his firm grip, but instantly it woke up due to the pluck trying to wiggle out from his hold.
"Stop squirming. You're making this difficult" Jungkook groaned silently as he pulled you up from the floor to the cozy couch next to him "And you are not as light as you seem to be".
Actually, when you let yourself feel the intensity of your intimacy after giving up a fight, there came a nice feeling of having him so close to your body. For the first time. Though, you doubted whether he was going through the same thing, you didn't seem to care at the moment completely drowning in a pleasant sensation. He was warm, you felt it only by touching each other with shoulders. And his scent was something else. Fresh, strong and manly. You squeezed yourself deeper into seat back. Fuck, you were melting.
"Comfy, kitten?" he sneered seeing your face expression softening.
Kitten. You gulped down, shaking yourself out. You must have misheard something.
"Not enough" you responded pretending to be serious "You take too much space".
"Better keep your mouth closed or you will get back to that floor" he sighed because of your indication and moved his body to the left side of the sofa "Here, happy?"
As much as you wanted to, you shouldn't, right? Well, avoiding being so close to him to prevent your feelings escalating even more was demanding. In addition, his actions unabled you from doing so. How you were supposed to stay away from him?
“No” you scoffed and started to slide down from the couch to get back to the floor "It was my turn anyway".
"I don't think you're going anywhere farer than this fucking sofa" he grabbed you once again this time placing his hands on your waist as it was easier to lift you up.
"Jungkook, please. Leave-" you couldn't finish your sentence as you felt his hands on your body.
"No way. Get your ass here" he tilted his head amused "You're so irritating sometimes. It must be so tiring, why don't you quit that?"
"Oh, get away" you huffed, but he shrugged it off with a laugh while he put you back next to him "You see me barely once a week, you don't know me" you stated.
"And let's leave it that way" you assumed he made a joke, but you couldn't help feeling a sharp pinning in your chest. He kept mocking "I don't know what's hidden behind this innocent face of yours".
Crush. Random hookup. You name it.
"A lot".
"I imagine" he nodded his head pretending to be serious "How was your week?" the standard question came out of his mouth.
"Uh-Interesting?"
"With your style of living?" he folded his arms not really believing you "What? Were you on some party? Did you went clubbing?" he kept inquiring.
"Yes? I was at..." you stuttered "At..."
"Caleido? Zoid club?" he started to list every place he visited "Because for sure not at Vixen's".
"Well, one of them".
He turned his head towards you while scanning your face as if something was not right with you.
"You are such a bad liar" he said looking straight into your eyes.
"Why do you think I'm lying?" you broke under his intense gaze while gulping down knowing he caught you already. Your heart started to bump strongly in your chest to the point you almost heard it in your ears "Why you don't believe I went clubbing?"
Maybe you were too obvious, too predictable, too… boring to get his attention.
"Because it's just... you".
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septembercfawkes · 8 months
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(No spoilers) So I wasn’t going to share my thoughts on Barbie, but if you haven’t noticed, it’s really hard for people to NOT share their thoughts on Barbie! It’s like Disney’s Enchanted had a baby with a Will Ferrel movie, but bizarrely thought-provoking. So if you don’t like those films, you will *not* like this one!
But that’s what I went in hoping it was, and for me, it delivered. As my friend said, I smiled through 99% of the thing, and the other 1% was spent trying not to cry.
It’s not perfect—I feel the climax should have been rewritten to prove the themes and complete the characters arcs. Those almost always reach their conclusions during or before that point. Without that, essentially *all* of them had to be completed in the falling action, which made it feel disproportionately long, but honestly, it was all entertaining, so I didn’t care.
It was clear everyone working on this film had a blast—the costume details, sets, and musical numbers were 💯. I wanted to see this since I saw the main trailer, but almost skipped it with all the negative attention it was getting. So glad I didn’t and I went and made up my own mind.
I had heard the film was anti-man, it’s not. You need to understand the framework of the story. Ken is certainly underdeveloped BUT THAT’S THE POINT. In the history of Mattel, Barbie has been everything—president, doctor, athlete, construction worker. She has a dreamhouse, car, bike, pool. Mattel has literally given Ken *nothing*, not even a real vocation! As a result, Barbieland is a complete matriarchy, and whether you live in a full-on matriarchy or patriarchy the opposite sex is left stagnant, underdeveloped, and incapable of reaching individuation. And that was kinda the point.
Like most Hollywood films, I would say it leaned left, yet the film both gave voice to and poked fun at multiple perspectives, without oversimplifying them. Some have said that a sign of good quality art, is that it lends itself to multiple interpretations, each of which can be backed up with supporting evidence. I think it was intended that this film have multiple, justified interpretations. And I think that’s one of the reasons there is so much buzz and even debate—people can watch the SAME scenes and draw different conclusions. I’ve seen comments that Greta Gerwig “accidentally” argued X or Y—I don’t think it was an accident at all. I think she completely intended there be multiple ways to interpret things.
**—-spoilers—-** ⚠️
I super wanted to talk about Barbie’s character arc, and one of the main themes of the story. I love how the first thing that goes wrong with Barbie, is that she starts having thoughts of death, when death is impossible in Barbieland. She doesn’t want to go to the real world, but does with the intention of returning back to her perfect life and perfect, though albeit child-like, state-of-being. She lives in a perfect world that never changes. She goes to the real world, and it’s complicated. She’s not loved by everyone. She has to experience negative emotions. She witnesses complicated relationships and states of being. And what’s terrifying, is that there is always change.
Flash forward to the end. Barbie is visited by the spirit of Ruth, her creator. Ruth explains as a creator why she made Barbie, and also points out how humans all have the same ending: death. But the creations, the ideas and concepts—like Barbie—they get to go on living. And Barbies realizes she would rather cry, would rather go through the turmoil of real life, would rather experience the terror of change, and would rather die, to become a creator and have meaningful real-life relationships. She doesn’t think about a dream house. She doesn’t think about a dream job. She doesn’t think about awards. In her mind, she sees human relationships—friends, family, and mothers and daughters.
The closing scene is of her going to see a gynecologist. Yes, it’s a joke in the sense that Barbies don’t have privates, but I feel like it can be interpreted another way to have a deeper meaning, connecting right back into relationships and creation. I think it’s a great closing scene to book end the prologue opening. One could argue, we’ve come full circle.
Honestly, I’ve thought about it a lot, and to me it has really resonated with the story of Eve and the Garden of Eden (Latter-day Saint interpretation). Some things are worth the cost of death. Even if that means no longer living in a paradise and having to deal with really hard ups and downs and complicated emotions. This is one of the big reasons I loved Barbie.
But again, as I said, I think there is room for plenty of different interpretations. 😊
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𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ⪼ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐀 𝐁𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐑𝐨𝐥𝐞
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⤜MASTERLIST
SEOKJIN:
The whole time you'd been on the red carpet Jin had been practically jumping up and down on the spot waiting to go inside so that the two of you could watch the movie together. Ever since you'd started filming you'd kept the entire thing a secret from him until the trailer dropped, he'd had no idea you were going to be playing a character that was a complete badass. 
When you finally emerged from the cinema Jin's mouth was hanging open and he was shocked by everything that had happened on the screen.
"You doing okay? Was it bad?" Your insecurities got the better of you as you took his silence in a bad way but Jin shook his head and stared at you, 
"Bad?! The only thing that was bad was that it ended!" He yelled out excitedly making you giggle a little as he began to list off all of his favourite scenes that you'd been in and then he began to tell you how much he loved it. 
"I'm going to buy a ticket for every night this week," He tells you with a smirk, going to the counter and order tickets for each night while you groaned at him not to.
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YOONGI:
Whenever Yoongi had a chance to come and visit you on set he would, he didn't want to pass up an opportunity like this to see his partner in action.
"I suggest you take a giant step back," Your voice was stern and cold and it made Yoongi smirk, seeing you acting so out of your own skin but it was completely hot and captivating to see.
"And if I don't?" Your co-worker asked while smirking at you, within seconds you retrieved a gun from your thigh garter and pointed it in his direction,
"I'll show you right between the eyes," You smirked before the guy took a step back, you pulled the trigger and a small popping sound sounded and the director yelled cut. As soon as the cameras were off you began laughing softly and rushing straight over to your boyfriend and wrapped your arms around him,
"Your duality is incredible." Yoongi chuckled as he kissed your cheek softly, you pulled away slowly and smirked at him.
"I thought you couldn't come today?"
"I wasn't going to miss you acting like a bad guy in a movie." He whines out as you both head to your changing room on set as he asked you to do some more scenes like that for him so that he could watch. 
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HOSEOK:
Hoseok had been completely supportive of your acting career when you first told him that you wanted to do it and he'd even helped you get your first role. It wasn't anything big but you were doing a major action scene for one of the scenes you were included in and Hoseok was with you day in and day out helping you practice every line that you had until the time came for you to be on set. 
"You ready?" The director asked with a small smile playing on his lips, you'd just walked over to him after getting into your costume and makeup and you were nervous but ready for this more than anything else in the world. If it wasn't for Hoseok you didn't think you would be ready for this,
"More than ready, Hobi has been helping me for weeks." You admitted as you glanced over to your boyfriend who was smiling proudly at you from the sidelines,
"Can't wait to see what you can do." The director chuckled before you headed onto the set and began to get ready for the first scene, you let out a nervous breath and searched for Hoseok who nodded at you in a silent sign of encouragement. With him, you knew you'd get through all of this with ease. 
The whole thing had left Hoseok completely stunned, while you'd practised together he'd never been able to get the full effect until now and he was stunned by how fantastic you were at everything.
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NAMJOON:
Namjoon loved every single role that you took on in your acting career and you had always been cast in loveable romance dramas, you'd never had a chance to show people another side of your acting but this was finally your chance and it had left everyone shook. Namjoon hadn't been able to shut up about it since he'd watched the film and he was completely left god-smacked after one of the scenes in particular. 
"So, how did you do it?" Namjoon asked as you sat across from him at the dinner table one night, you frowned wondering what they were talking about and your eyes locked onto your husband who showed his phone screen to you. Sitting on the screen was your face in one of your favourite scenes,
"I was attached to a bunch of strings and harnesses," You let out a small laugh at the thought of it all. It was one scene where you had to be kicked out of a glass window only for your character to land on top of a jet that was coming to save them. 
"Was it a real jet? Did you actually get to film scenes on it?" Namjoon was like a kid close to Christmas constantly asking his parents what he got for Christmas and it made you smile to know he wanted to know all of the details.
"The jet wing was real but the rest of CGI and a greenscreen," You admitted before grabbing your phone and showing him some of the behind-the-scenes photos you'd taken whilst on set some of the days.
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JIMIN:
Jimin constantly bragged to everybody he could find about how incredible you were in the drama. It wasn't a major role but you had been cast as one of the main bad characters within a drama and you'd had to film a lot of scenes where you were evil. Including one scene where you'd had to pretend to kill someone,
"My favourite part," Jimin yelled out as your scene came on, your character stood inside a dark room with someone tied up in the chair in front of them before your voice called out to the main character of the show. 
"Love is overused, so many people throw the word around when it means nothing to them," Jimin said along with your character on the screen before loud and dramatic music sounded and your character was covered in blood. As soon as the scene ended Jimin quickly replayed it making everyone inside the room groan at him, and you didn’t blame them since he’d replayed it about six times.
"Jimin baby, I think they've had enough," You whispered while kissing his shoulder and making him pout a little, all he wanted to do was show how much he loved your acting. 
"I want them to love it as much as me," He admits before you let out a small giggle at the thought of it. It was incredibly sweet of him,
"Its' sweet baby but if you love it that's enough for me." You told him before he kissed you softly and sweetly.
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TAEHYUNG:
Taehyung had asked for a copy of your script weeks ago and you had no idea why until right now, you'd just walked downstairs and he was smirking over at you. 
"Taehyung?" You questioned slowly, wondering why your boyfriend was suddenly smirking at you so much. 
"You should know my name by now. We've been working against one another for a long time now Alex." A shiver ran down your spine at the way he said your characters name and you instantly knew which scene he was acting out with you, 
"Carlos! How did you find me?" You did your best not to giggle as you moved closer to him, your bodies stopping close to one another.
"It's not that hard to find someone like you," He chuckles deeply, putting his hands on your hip and drawing you into him so that you were chest to chest with each other.
"You're supposed to be in prison," You hissed out, slapping your hands away when they began to reach down to your ass. Within seconds Taehyung was pressed against the wall behind him with your hand against his throat - not doing anything just in a place where a fake knife would be for the scene.
"Is this why you wanted the script?" You questioned while laughing, stepping away from Taehyung who was now blushing a deep red colour and nodding his head at you. 
"I thought it could be fun and it was." He admits before bringing you close and kissing you deeply. 
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JUNGKOOK:
Jungkook wanted to learn everything you had been training to do for the last year and a half. Ever since you'd been cased in a movie where your character had to use a sword you'd been training with professionals so that you didn't end up hurting yourself or others that were going to be on set even though the ones you were using weren't going to be real for fighting scenes.
"You have to keep your back straight the entire time, you need good posture." You told Jungkook as you gently ran your hand over his back to help him straighten it and get into position. As soon as he was ready you smirked and stepped away from him, drawing out your wooden sword and holding it up for him.
"You ready?" You asked, arching your eyebrow as he nodded his head at you. 
"More than ready," He chuckled before the two of you began to play fight with the swords, moving around the garden as you did some of the twists and turns you had to do on set until it ended with you "stabbing" Jungkook - When in reality you had put your wooden sword between his arm and his side and he dramatically died on the floor in front of you. 
"See, that was fun." He laughs looking up at you as you stood over him laughing to yourself. 
"I felt like captain hook and peter pan." You admitted, helping your boyfriend to his feet before the two of you went again.
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I noticed that you have made it clear that you are not one for the first Sonic the Hedgehog film. And I must make it clear that I respect your opinion on it; it is not for everyone, even all Sonic fans.
However, I get a feeling that you are antipathetic to the future installment(s)- you mentioned some time ago you have not seen the second film. But even if you were underwhelmed by the first film, do you believe that they cannot improve?
in the wake of the trailers of the Super Mario Bros movie, I have seen things like "I used to like the Sonic movies, but since the *trailers!* of the Mario movie came out, the Sonic movies suck now!". Do you believe that is really a "correct" way of thinking? Like, regardless of what one thinks of the movies, should people just dismiss all the hard work that people like Fowler and Tyson Hesse put into the films just because they aren't animated like the Mario movie? Or that they don't use much of the game music, like the Mario movie? is this truly shaping up to be a "1:1 or nothing" thing, leaving no room for deviation?
I ask this because I feel that rational StH fans are as rare as hens teeth, especially these days; consider yourself a hens tooth
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The biggest issue I have with these movies is the foundation it laid for itself.
Cue TL;DR rant mode
Let's be absolutely frank and honest with ourselves. The first movie was only saved purely because the controversy of Sonic's design led to him being revamped entirely and Eggman's portrayal was solid. That's really it. I'm not against human characters showing up at all, on the contrary. But this set up is "Take the most superficially basic concept of Sonic then make a bunch of convoluted revisions to the lore of the original series to justify isekai-ing him into San Francisco so we can save money on animated scenes". Like, it's the same problem most children's media being adapted into "live action" suffers from. It's a cheap, lazy adaptation that broke absolutely zero ground and I've held this opinion of it literally since the day it was first revealed and announced with those leaked posters of Chris Pratt and Sonic's initial design.
And just because it didn't end up being as "bad" as it first looked and they brought on actual, talented fans of the series onto the creative team, doesn't suddenly detract from this most basic, fundamental problem. Sonic's movies suffer from what happens when you let Hollywood just go to town on your IP and barely give it proper boundaries to stay in.
Even if they manage to get SOME things right like, Knuckles actually being cool again and the Giant Robot fight at the end of the second film, the reality is they'll still be tied down by the flimsy foundation they started on, like dragging on a wedding scene or putting waaaay more focus and attention on the human characters than the.....main characters we came to watch???
Now compare that with the Mario movie. From the start, Nintendo I understand had a MUCH bigger involvement on the production. It's not like the lame adaptation I mentioned above. They went full on "Angry Birds" level of staying on brand. The entire world feels like the natural, fleshed out idea of "How do we make this feel as warm, inviting, and fantastical as the games but still make it work as a movie?" It's actually BRILLIANT just from first impressions.
I'm sure it's going to suffer from other typical kids movie problems like "Peach's a STRONG WOMAN NOW because she wears PANTS and DON'T NEED NO RESCUER", dumb movie writing or Mario, Luigi and Peach's flat voice acting. But you cannot look at that movie, how it just unabashedly looks, feels and is completely imprinted in Mario and say that Sonic had anywhere NEAR the same level of enthusiastic production on it. I mean, even the cute commercial of their plumbing business in New York is entirely animated and ALSO feels like it fits. They went to the absolute nines with making this feel like a WAY better adaptation in spirit, story and visuals.
Of course I appreciate the hard work the team put into saving the Sonic films from becoming absolute jokes but WHY did it even have to be so compromised in the first place when Mario shows up looking EXACTLY like how I've dreamed Sonic's movies would've been treated?
I'm not wooed over by the small glimpses of Sonic's world or the tiny references they managed to squeeze in there. I'd appreciate those way more if it were ACTUALLY set in it. And I cannot stand this prevailing narrative that "Sonic's world is separate from Earth" in most of these adaptations because it's not! It IS Earth! He's always lived in the same planet as humans, their animal kind is just reclusive and live on islands. That's the actual lore of the games!
This movie made the mistake of doing what Sonic X did. They think it'd be "too weird" for someone like Sonic to have been from Earth as if the intense popularity of it in the first place isn't enough to show how wrong that is? No kid questioned Sonic showing up in City Escape around humans any more than dinosaurs or other crazy entities existing in Dragonball's version of Earth. It's still Earth, just fantastical.
Mario works with that because him iseaki-ing into Mushroom Kingdom is that original lore of the games too I believe. But in Sonic's case it's not and it's so JARRING because they think Sonic himself can't carry a story as the main character. No, kids need a human or avatar to help them navigate the weird, unexplained parts of the series. I'd rather they'd just do that with Sonic himself without needing to be forcibly tied to a regular human. (I'm so annoyed that he couldn't have just run to San Francisco if he wanted because he "needed directions". What a pitiful excuse. And these movies are FULL of them like that.)
Hollywood is a joke and they cannot for the life of them, understand how to effectively adapt most Japanese properties by themselves. Especially anything even remotely inspired by anime like Sonic.
I know this might make me look like "the most offended Sonic fan in the world" right now but in all honesty, I don't really think about those movies much. They function as effective promotional materials for the games and kids like them so whatever. Like, it's just one big Shrug really.
*sigh*
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Could I request for Joseph Quinn x reader where you’re friends with Maya or someone else and they introduce you to Joseph and you become friends at first but there’s more there <3
You and Maya had been best friends for years. You knew each other when you were kids but stayed in touch when you both blew up in the media. Maya is your rock and you hope you’re the same for her.
You act as well, but you took a small break this year to spend time with friends and family. So Maya was definitely first on the list of people you wanted to see. She offered to pick you up from the airport and then take you to set to meet her cast mates and watch her in action and you just couldn’t say no. You had briefly met Joe Keery and you were in a short film with Natalia dyer, so you had some more friends on set to keep you occupied.
“Ya know, there’s some new cast members this season,” Maya said as they walked into her trailer.
You nodded and pulled your coat off, she was silent. You looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
“Don’t look at me like that!” She pouted and then moved her hands in front of her face enthusiastically, “I just think you’d get along with some, maybe one, of them,” She finished and you giggled pulling her into a hug.
“God, you’re sneaky but I love you,”
You waited in her trailer for a bit, helping her with some lines. An assistant knocked on her trailer door and Maya knew they were ready for her.
“I only have to film for a few hours, and I get breaks so you won’t be totally bored, ok?” Maya said and you nodded with a smile.
“Knock em’ dead,” You said pushing her out the door.
Joseph was on his phone in his trailer, he currently had a secret instagram account he used only to interact with friends and family, meaning he saw most of the casts stories. And there you were. Maya had posted a picture of you smiling while holding a concealed script, the story read - “bringing bestie to work day!”
Joseph recognised you from some movies you did and could honestly say he was a huge fan. He also could say he has the fattest crush on you and now he was nervous he would see you on set.
Soon enough, the cast had a small break for lunch and Maya led you to where are food is. Sometimes they order in or go out, but it’s nice to just not have to think about it and have the food waiting for you. The catering looked amazing and you were definitely a little peckish. You looked extremely out of place in your normal close - Everyone was dressed like it was the 80s. But you were too hungry to even think about it.
“There he is,” Maya whispered, knocking your arm with hers. You looked up and saw a tall man in full costume. Wig and all. He’s beautiful.
“You’re blushing,” Maya teased, you hit her arm, flushing.
“Am not,”
“Are too,”
Maya waved her hand, signalling the tall man to come over.
“Maya…” You groaned and then put on a big smile when he reached you. God, you were blushing.
“Y/N, this is Joseph! He plays a new character. Can’t say the name yet,” Maya laughed and you held you hand out. Joseph shook it and you shivered at the coldness of his rings.
“Nice to meet you,” He said his British accent surprising you.
“Nice to meet you too,” You smiled, still blushing.
Maya looked between you the two of you and then mentally patted herself on the back.
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Headcanons for (if you’re ok with it.) Twst staff if the reader showed them the movie Damsel (2024) on Netflix. It’s a good movie.
The trailer makes it look woke but the main girl is NOT the girl power,strong,bitchy woman,who can beat the enemy from the start kind of main character that we see in so many movies now a days.
She’s not, it’s a survival movie and she LEARNS how to survive in the place she is literally thrown.
I hope I this is what you were thinking! The movie was great. Thank you for the request <3
cw: Damsel spoilers
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Trein:
not a big movie watcher so it took some convincing
he’s the type to mumble comments throughout a movie
“There’s no surviving that fall. She would be dead” … Hush and watch the movie
He holds Lucius a little closer during the scene with the burning birds
He understood the dragon’s pain because of his own daughters
“How could that small bit of blood fool the dragon like that? It is preposterous”
“She should have died four times by now” … Suspension of disbelief Mozus jeez
He somehow almost fell asleep during the action
“The girl knows her worth… good” He commented as she didn’t spare the prince.
His final verdict: “it was not brain dead. I did enjoy it. Thank you”
Crewel:
He prefers to watch media alone, but he agreed none the less
He is silent while watching it
he does visibly tense whenever her dress is ripped
Though he is quiet, he’s making a long list in his head
As soon as the credits begin to roll, all his thoughts come pouring out
“Such a beautiful dress, RUINED!!”
He loves the costumes
He dives deep into how Elodie’s character development was shown in her color palettes
Later you would definitely find him designing clothes off screencaptures of Elodie’s wedding dress
Prepare to hear grumbling comments about the ruined dress for the next couple days
His final verdict: He loved the costumes… that’s all you can get him to talk about
Crowley:
So he can get movies from your world but not send you home?
He cries a lot for some reason
You can’t tell if it’s genuine or he’s trying to appease you by acting interested in the movie
The only time you are sure his crying is real is when the dragon babies were killed. (He’s not beating the Malleus’ father allegations)
He pulled his “oh how gracious!” card when she spares the dragon
Mans full on laughs when the kingdom gets torched
His final verdict: All he does is smile.. no words.. just smile
Sam:
Of course! He’s excited
He’s a pretty quiet movie watcher
The most he talks is about the glowworms
He finds them fascinating and imagines how many ways that they could be used
The blood ritual also peaks his interest
He appreciates how resourceful and creative Elodie is
His final verdict: He liked it. “I’d watch it with you again if you’d like~”
Vargas:
Again, not a big movie watcher but eventually you get him to sit still
I don’t know what’s going on in his brain, but he’s rooting for the dragon
He’s cheering like it’s a sports game
“WOOO! YEAHH! GET HER!! YEAH! WOO!”
It’s a big dichotomy at how pumped and loud he is during the chase scenes in comparison to how silent he is during.. anything else
His final verdict: “The dragon should have won” but.. she kinda did- “the dragon should have won.”
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Fairytale Ending? ⛓
TDI!Duncan x Juvie Bestfriend! Reader ⛓
Chapter One: And we're back welcome to another season I'm your host-
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[In the new intro you and Duncan are passed out on a desk while there’s a whiteboard full of potential baby names that Izzy brainstormed]
As the bus pulled to a screeching stop, Duncan stepped out first. “Man, I missed the smell of the city.” He took a big breath in. You stepped out after him, your baby hump beginning to look noticeable.
“You know, what do you think the chances of this season affecting the baby?” He turned to look at you, concerned. “I think she’ll be fine, sweetheart.” You smiled, he was very overprotective about the child. 
“Hey mami! How’s the baby doing?” Izzy, now deemed E-Scope came up to you feeling ever rambunctious as she gave you a hug. “She’s doing fine, kiddo. Kicking more every day.” You smiled at the younger girl. 
“Aw, I’m so happy for you guys.” Bridgette came up squeezing Duncan’s shoulder and giving you a kiss on the cheek. A small smile appeared on your face at the girl’s appearance. 
Duncan smiled as Geoff ruffled his hair. The older boy wrapped his arms around your waist, feeling his daughter kick, and attacked your neck with kisses, before he snuggled his chin into the crook of your neck.
“I am not going to wait here for much longer.” Heather complained. “Little miss-rich is going to give up a million big ones?” You laughed in disbelief, causing Duncan to smile. 
Sooner rather than later Chris pulled up in a log bus, he gave you a sly wink. “How’s my favorite baby mama?” He asked. “I’m this close to getting a restraining order.” You grumbled stepping onto the bus, ignoring the small growl that fell out of Duncan’s mouth as he glared at Chris.
“I’m renting this thing by the hour. All aboard!” Chris began driving as Izzy stayed behind.
You watched Owen call out to her causing her to howl like Tarzan.
A smile fell on your face once you felt Duncan get a hand on your thigh, you laid your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes as the bus gently swayed. “You’ll be here for the next six weeks.” Chris explained as the bus drove through different movie sets.
“In ten weeks my kid is gonna be born.” Duncan laughed excitedly. Trent clasped his shoulder giving it a small squeeze. “You deserve it my man.”
The fans were eating this crap up.
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You stared at the camera in the makeup room. “He wants to give us mini statues of him if we win. He is literally giving whoever wins the exact same thing I got as my wedding present.” You grumbled rolling your eyes. 
As the entire set thumped from the apparent monster on set, Duncan wrapped a protective arm around you, shielding you from whatever danger there was. You leaned into his embrace, shutting your eyes tight as you wrapped your arms around your stomach.
“Today’s genre… the monster movie!” Chris chuckled evilly as the monster roared in the background. 
DJ passed out beside you. You gulped as you felt another kick from the girl in your stomach. “For your first challenge, everyone must get from here to the cast trailers while our state of the art monster trys to stop you.” Chris ordered. 
“Now… action!”
You raised an eyebrow. “That means go.” You all began shoving each other out of the way, and you protected your stomach. Heather accidentally elbowed your stomach and you quickly headbutted her in annoyance.
“Is the baby okay, are you okay?” Duncan yelled over the commotion worry in his eyes. You smiled, and nodded.
You were all running and Duncan and you abruptly stopped when you saw the two blondes making out. “Kids these days.” You sighed, shaking your head as Bridgette flipped you off.
Duncan laughed, twirling you, before dipping you close to the ground laying a kiss on your lips.
Duncan was carrying you bridal style as you were being chased by a bear. “Are you sure I’m not too heavy?” You fret. Duncan scoffed.
“Honey, you were eighty pounds when you got pregnant, now you're ninety. We carried double that when we were only twelve.” He laughed. You blushed, and hid in his arms.
Duncan slid on his knees, narrowly avoiding the monster’s grasp, but the monster caught Gwen and Trent instead.
“You notice how everyone sorta coupled up?” Duncan asked absentmindedly as he hid behind a cardboard car, not even panting. “Mm, no idea why.” You twisted the ring on your finger subconsciously.
Duncan smiled at the nervous habit you had picked up, and he set a kiss on your lips.
Suddenly you watched a scaly green finger tap his shoulder. He turned around to see the monster and your eyes widened. “You better not drop me, Chef.” You grumbled as the monster scooped you both up. Duncan groaned. “We were so close.” He yelled over the wind.
Finally you made it over to the bouncy castle and the monster dropped Duncan, but set you down carefully so the baby wouldn’t be harmed.
“How are you his favorite?” Duncan laughed turning on his side in the rubber castle to stare at his beautiful wife. “Because I’m the only one nice to him.” You returned with a cheeky smile. “How are you not terrified of him?” Gwen asked, jumping beside you. 
You shrugged. “I’ve seen a lot of scary things in my lifetime. Very few things scare me.” You laughed squeezing Duncan’s hand. He was your life, your support system.
Trent shook his head exasperated. “That’s amazing my dude.” Geoff laughed, giving you a fist bump causing you to smile. “She’s amaze balls!” Izzy lightly fell over your legs, careful to avoid your stomach. You chuckled as you watched your husband ruffle the hair of the girl you both thought of as a daughter.
The day passed extremely quickly. It started off with Duncan talking about your new life in New York causing the boys to freak with excitement.
“I own a bar, and it’s called ‘Total Drama Bar’ right now. I got one of my brother’s handles but it’s great. Free drinks on me whenever this is all over. We have this awesome apartment right above it and you can hear all this great music, Trent. I love living there and I’m so happy and amazed how she got all of this for us.”
Duncan explained to Trent, DJ, and Geoff who whooped at the promise of free alcohol. 
You told the girls a similar story.
“Guys, I love my new job, the half-way house holds all these unique girls and their stories. Gwen, one day you have to visit so you can hear some of them for your book. Lindsay, you'd love our street. It's got these amazing stores. Courtney the school nearby, I was wondering if you’ve heard of it-”
Everyone was talking about their lives and what had happened after the last season had ended.
Soon, it was night and Duncan had dragged you in the corner of the bouncy house and laid down, nearly begging to cuddle. “I love you mi vida, more and more every day.” He kissed the top of your head and you smiled. Everyone had quickly fallen asleep, but not Duncan.
He was obsessed with the way you looked. He loves talking to you, he loves loving you.
Man, he was obsessed with you.
You screamed at the foghorn and your hands flew over your ears. Too familiar, way way too familiar. But before you could go into a full panic attack, Duncan was in front of you, whispering his assurances that you were far away from that awful place.
He slowly took your hands off your ears and kissed the top of them before scooping you up in a hug. Suddenly Owen had popped the bouncy house and you scrambled outside. But you noticed a certain redhead was missing. More panic flew at you. “Where’s Izzy?” You hissed your heart beating in a way that you knew was not good for the baby. Duncan had his arms wrapped around you, squeezing tightly enough to replace a weighted blanket.
Izzy suddenly appeared. “I had a date with the monster, he does not take no for an answer.” She winked suggestively and you nearly smacked her over the head. You scooped her in a hug, and in that moment Izzy knew you were her family. Through and through.
Chris came out of his trailer and laughed at the chaos around him. “Can’t believe ya’ll survived. Guess I lost the bet.” He didn’t sound too disappointed.
“Luckily, your next challenge is an award.” Chris began to explain the reward’s and the rules but your heart was still beating so quickly. It had to slow down or something was going to happen to the baby. Duncan was whispering in your ear.
“I love you, you are safe, you are around family, you are my life, and I’d give up anything to make you happy and feel comforted.” He repeated the mantra and slowly but surely your heart rate went down to a normal pace.
You watched Owen eat tons of food in mere seconds. Your husband was fascinated but you were, in simple terms, disgusted.
“It’s truly shocking that you are not experiencing cravings. It must be a side effect of your anorexia.” Courtney had been documenting your pregnancy since you had announced it. 
“I love you girly, but do me a favor and don’t talk about it.” You muttered absentmindedly staring as Owen consumed unholy amounts of food.
“Owen, that was fake food.” Chris explained after the boy ate everything. “Oh…” Then he burped out a key. “Wait, do I win?” Owen asked and Chris stared at him for a moment before giving up. “Yeah. Sure, whatever. God I should’ve just been a doctor.”
The boys had won… but lost.
Because the winner was an idiot. The prize was the choice between a smashed camper or a good one. But Owen chose the smashed one causing the boys to groan, yell, and scream curses. The girls cheered and did a big group hug in happiness.
“DAMN IT.” You yelled as the monster smashed the other trailer.
After the Chef had repaired your trailer you were finally allowed to go in. Unsurprisingly the girls quickly started arguing. Honestly Chris needed to do you a favor and just stop inviting Heather. It would make all of this so much easier.
Maybe you could ask…
You stepped out of the cabin after Bridgette and you had drawn straws and were sleeping together. You got bottom bunk because you didn’t want to accidentally fall and hurt the baby, which she understood.
After the girls had fallen asleep you had gotten a text.
Mi amor <3: i miss you
Me: i know :(. Why do we keep coming back on this show
Mi amor <3: because we want our future kids to think we were hip
Me: … pls tell me u didnt just say ‘hip’
Mi amor <3: I did Mrs. Tarun.
Me: OH GOD I FEEL LIKE IM YOUR MOTHER
Mi amor <3: …oh goody…
Mi amor <3: i love you, sm more then youll ever know, imma attack you with love in the mornin since chris locked every exit out of this darn thing
Me: ‘darn thing’ oh god we’re old
Mi amor <3: 😭
“This is your five a.m wakeup call-” The foghorn was not as loud this time, but still loud. Before you could stop yourself you screamed “KILL YOURSELF ASSHOLE.” and the rest of the girls loudly agreed while groaning.
“It was a joke, you can sleep… for now.”
You quickly passed out once more.
“What does tomorrow hold in store for our beloved married couple, and the rest of our crew. Find out next time on…
TOTAL
DRAMA
ACTION!”
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oldtvandcomics · 11 months
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Happy Queer Media Monday!
Today: D.E.B.S (2004)
Oh this movie. I love this movie so much.
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(The four D.E.B.S. From left to right: Janet, Max, Amy and Dominique)
D.E.B.S. is the name of a secret organization that trains spies. Amy, Max, Dominique and Janet are a team about to graduate when they cross paths with notorious supervillain Lucy Diamond. Things become complicated when Amy falls in love and starts a relationship with her.
This movie is… It’s beautiful. It’s the most 2000’s thing imaginable, the kind of spy movie that is bursting full of cool technology and ends up being impossible to be taken seriously. You know the one. Except that this one is gay, with a lesbian hero/villain couple. It is just a very wholesome and feel-good movie, and I desperately want more exactly like this.
D.E.B.S. was a mixed success. It bombed at the box office upon first release, but has since then become a cult classic within queer circles.
Here is the trailer, and the IMDB page. You can apparently watch the movie over Amazon.
Queer Media Monday is an action I started to talk about some important and/or interesting parts of our queer heritage, that people, especially young people who are only just beginning to discover the wealth of stories out there, should be aware of. Please feel free to join in on the fun and make your own posts about things you personally find important!
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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 1 year
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Surprises 💞
slightlyvicked asked:
Oh, oh, I got one!
I absolutely think that Eddie and Wayne celebrate Christmas in some capacity but I don't think they are big on decorating, because, for one they live in a pretty cramped space and two, because they are both men and ... well, you see my point?
So it's Eddie's and Reader's first Christmas together as a couple and she notices how Eddie gets a little nostalgic and sad when he sees the Christmas decorations at her house, so she buys some stuff (that won't take up much space) and decorates their trailer as a surprise!
Warnings; Fluff 💞
😘💞
Christmas was coming and yn was in full-blown Christmas spirit. Her house was decorated and she had been baking gingerbread men and sugar cookies.
Her house smelt of vanilla and cinnamon and the twinkling lights and cute decor gave Eddie a little pit in his stomach.
He and Uncle Wayne celebrated the holidays but they didn't exactly go out, maybe they would have a tree up and they would exchange presents but that was it and while he enjoyed it, he loved this kind of atmosphere too.
It was like the Christmas house of dreams or the type of houses you would see in Christmas movies and Hallmark cards.
This was the first time he had experienced anything like this. It was his first Christmas with his princess and he was looking forward to spending it with her.
He notices yn watching him and his reaction and he kisses her forehead.
"This is fucking awesome princess" she beams and kisses him.
"You seem, sad baby, what's wrong?" he shakes his head.
"It's just Wayne and I don't really do this. Go all out and that's fine you know? This is nice though like it feels like a Hallmark Christmas card. I like it a lot. Makes me feel kinda nostalgic"
As he looks around still mesmerised yn begins to form a plan in her mind to make her boyfriend happy.
💞💞
The next day she goes to the mall with her mind on Christmas decorations, she doesn't want to go completely all out as she isn't sure if Eddie's Uncle Wayne would like too much decor.
She got on very well with him and didn't want to overstep boundaries or anything but she figured a few Christmas touches would be okay.
The first thing she bought was warm fairy lights as Eddie had mentioned how much he loved them.
Then she moved on to homeware. Festive tea towels, winter-scented candles that smelled of Christmas spices and home baking, mugs with Santa on them for Eddie and Wayne (they did have an extensive mug collection on the wall)
Then she found a plaid throw for Eddie's bed and Wayne's. Mini Christmas trees to dot around the trailer and stockings and ingredients for her to bake gingerbread men and sugar cookies.
Now all she had to do was decorate without Eddie or Wayne finding out.
💞💞
Her perfect opportunity comes that weekend when Eddie and Wayne go to help fix a neighbour's car and she is left alone in the trailer.
The work has to be done quickly as she has no idea when they will be back. It could be half an hour to a few hours according to Eddie as his uncle got chatting with Mr Williams.
"I'll try and be back as quickly as I can baby, you sure you don't want to come with?" She smiles.
"As much as the thought of you getting all sweaty and greasy is a very, very hot image handsome. I have a headache. Do you mind if I lay down in your room? Have a nap" he kisses her forehead.
"Of course sweetheart"
Once they were gone she put her plan into action and began to decorate. Hanging up the lights and putting the decorations in places, the throws on the bed and everything else ready for when they came back.
Then she began to bake the cookies and gingerbread men. Soon the place was filled with scents of sugar, cinnamon and vanilla.
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"What is that delicious smell?" she hears Wayne ask Eddie before they come in and nerves build in her stomach as they enter the trailer.
Eddie and Wayne look around looking stunned.
"I hope you don't mind Mr Munson. Eddie was over at my house and said he loved how mine is decorated and so I wanted to surprise you both" she hopes that he doesn't mind and begins to feel even more nervous.
Wayne's face breaks into a smile and he gives her a hug.
"It's Wayne Darlin, not Mr Munson, this is such a sweet thing you did honey. Truly lovely. Thank you so much... and it that cinnamon I smell?" She nods.
"I'm making sugar cookies and gingerbread men for you and Eddie" Wayne ruffles Eddie's hair.
"You got a good one here son, a real gem" Eddie nods his face full of love.
"I know. I'm so lucky, this is incredible sweetheart. I can't believe you did this" she hugs him.
"Do you really like it?" She asks hopeful and he grins.
"I do. Thank you so much, sweetheart, now how about we have some of those delicious cookies yeah?" She nods and begins to plate them up.
Wayne turns on the radio and Bing Crosby is on as they settle down to enjoy the treats.
💞💞
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haileymunson · 2 years
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eddie munson with specific fem!readers
a/n: okay so here’s my take on eddie with specific readers. this is all over the place but i hope you enjoy! send me asks for more specific readers and i’ll make a pt. 2! also NSFW warning because yes ;)
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cheerleader!reader
will come to shitty basketball and football games he barely cares about just to see you cheer
will come to your cheer meets and cheer practice to discreetly read his fantasy novels or plan his dnd campaigns but really is distracted by you
loves to see you twirl, prance, and dance in your outfit
jeez when you bend over to grab you pom poms he’s like obviously looking
if he’s at a campaign or meeting he’ll pick you up after games or practice
will get you food afterwards and pig out at his trailer, watching some random movie before he fucks you in his bedroom with nothing but that adorable little skirt on
loves to watch you do your hair in cute ponytails or pigtails just to tug on them while your choking on him or pounding you from behind
likes to tie the ribbons in your hair for you if you let him
no one expects either of you to be together, the cheerleader with great grades and incredibly pretty to be with the town “freak”
luckily neither of you care, especially you
you think his charisma, charm, confidence, ability to make you laugh, and kindness are what you really love about him
definitely in love with his hair
you don’t care for jason, even as he’s your best friend chrissy’s boyfriend
on the other hand your eddie hates jason (as he should)
nerd!reader / shy!reader
at first you didn’t really talk to anyone much, just sitting in the cafeteria, common areas, or in the library doing homework, reading, or eating
you’d caught eddie’s eye one day in senior year, after sitting next to you for weeks and noticing how smart you were
he’d asked you to help him and tutor him so he could finally graduate
you’d both seen each other since freshman year, stealing glances from each other, friendly greetings, and waves but never really having full blown conversations with each other
you agreed to help him graduate since you had many other classes with him
after school and sometimes during lunch you’d both go to the library and study
he noticed how noticed how nervous he could make you
whenever he’d scoot closer to you, your elbows, arms, or thighs touching each other he loved seeing you get flustered, a blush forming on your cheeks
if you were saying something you’d start stuttering lol
“stop looking at me like that,” you say as you avoid his gaze
“like what?” this mf knows what he’s doing
after studying will invite you to his meetings or to his trailer
will try his best to be the most theatrical and funny person, but won’t try to draw any unwanted attention towards you since you get very nervous and anxious when you’re the center of attention
despite his hatred for romance and comedies, and would rather watch scary, action, sci-fi, or fantasy, he’d let you watch them with him after a long study session
will bring you snacks at his trailer if he notices it’s been a while since you’ve eaten
loves to see you read comics or talk about nerdy things
will binge watch the Star Wars movies with you 1000%
if you already know how to play dnd his heart would literally burst because he knows he found his soulmate
if you want to learn he’s more than excited to teach you because he’d love to have you play with him and his friends
and more importantly, see you in his hellfire shirt would literally make him combust
no thoughts just my pretty friend wearing my shirt no big deal
it takes a lot for him to finally ask you out, but once he knows you feel the same way about him, he’s ecstatic to finally be yours
the glasses stay on during sex thank you very much
no matter how long you’ve been together it’s so easy for him to make you flustered or nervous, in a good way though
bookstore, library, diner, cafe, and park dates
loves to see you branch out of your comfort zone and talk to people, but will be right behind you if your social battery is low or you’re ready to leave ASAP
loves seeing you wear fandom or pop culture t shirts if your favorite movies and shows
goth!reader / alternative!reader
first off i’d like to say this man you be head over heels for you
with you being the only “odd” people in hawkins, he really loves your similarities in style and overalls personality
will let you paint his nails black
although you’re more goth/alternative and he’s more heavy rock/metal, your dynamic is superior
would love to take you to music stores to get vinyl and tapes
will 100000% make mixtapes with you and you both share songs you think y’all would like
you both have absolutely gorgeous vinyl and cassette tape collections and setups
your rooms are pretty similar, but yours is more black
would definitely take you to concerts and music festivals
would nearly faint on stage EVERY TIME he sees you in the crowd of his concerts
loves your makeup and likes to watch you do your makeup
wants you to our eyeliner on him for concerts
sharing band tees
loves to go to alternative stores to get accessories and clothes together
if you like leather prepare for bondage >:)
likes when you choke him with your long black nails
i feel like this eddie is a switch, and loves when you dom him
hyperfem!reader / girly!reader
i feel like this reader could also be a cheerleader if you want, but i lowkey wanted to make a separate one for the non-cheer but feminine girlies
your room is either bright pink or various pastels
loves how cute and girly you are
cafe, mall, movies, diner, boutique, picnic, and park dates
also the dynamic is goals because the girly girl with a metal head is >>>>
literally loves watching you do your makeup and your hair
will let you paint his pinky nail or all his nails, but only if you have dark colors
if you only have bright pastels, pink on his lil pinkies
likes to get you cute little stuffed animals with his cologne sprayed on them
lives for your pink panties or white paints with a little bow on them
you showed him you panties with his name embroidered on them and you literally saw stars that night because of it
spoiled mf rotten
might steal for you lol
loves getting you jewelry
candlelit bubble baths and oil massage date nights
lowkey enemies with your tiny purse dog
wants to go to your nail and hair appointments
is more of a dom with this reader
pls if you have a dom or daddy kink he will be a huge tease but literally encourage the fuck out of it
tomboy!reader / masc!reader
*NOT MALE READER
loves seeing you wear his clothes
honestly the both of you dress the same, you’re just not into the metal clothing
you’re more into oversized and baggy clothing
leather, black, and chains though too
lowkey can be a switch more than a dom or sub, but can be anyone you prefer
will do your skincare and hair care routine with him (after begging him to stop using regular soap for his face a 3-in-1 for his hair)
i feel like this reader could be into skating, even more if she’s a mayfield!reader and lives in the same trailer park with eddie. if you’re into skating he loves watching you and you teach him how to skate with you
would teach you how to play his guitar
cute dates at the mall, concerts, diners, fairs, and the movies
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