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My latest essay is about city building games! I cover 6 different games, discussing resource allocation, district usage, and the ways people shape the place they live!
Transcript here.
Games discussed include:
City Planning Department by Kaelan Doyle-Myerscough, Andrew Tran, Alex Dawson, William Wu, Paul Geldart, and Raul Altosaar
The Quiet Year by Avery Alder
Ex Novo by Martin Nerurkar and Konstantinos Dimopoulos
We, the City by Teo Kai Xiang
I Went to Bourbon, Indiana Once by Beth Jackson
Tales of a City by Hessan Yongdi
#city planning department#the quiet year#ex novo#we the city#i went to bourbon indiana once#tales of a city#jane jacobs#the death and life of great american cities#Youtube
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Trying to work out a way for the in-laws to bring a few bottles of Ranger Creek bourbon when they visit soon. Obviously, we are gonna visit a few distilleries while they are here, but we want to share a Texas bottle with friends here.
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Bulleit Rye
Review by: TOModera
Hi bourbon fans! One of my rare stops in here! I just hit Scotch Review #70, and I’m heading out of the country for awhile, so I thought I’d post something different than what I’ll be having in the UK.
Today we’re looking at a group favourite, Bulleit Rye. Because without Bourbon, we wouldn’t have half the other whisky that we have today.
Bulleit Rye is aged for at least 6…
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CHEAP FLIGHTS TO KENTUCKY
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Photo dump of my Indiana Toy Show trip w/ my friendz… ❤️💪😎 @warlordsofwor @battlebabies @geekyvixen #booze #bingeeating #porktenderloin #catfish #hummus #bourbon #whiskey #bingedrinking #meatsweats #toomuchfood #toomuchbooze #indiana #milkcartonskeletons #portugueseplayboy #godbeast #thegodbeast (at Indiana) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ch3bq0Xs8WH/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | Mentions of drugs/drug dealing, alcohol consumption, and mentions of sexual favors.
Eddie Munson always liked talking about you.
When in situations as such—slumped into the worn couch with his legs spread wide, and an arm over the back to accommodate the red solo cup filled with the bourbon liquid in hand—pointing you out to whichever friend of his was closest, so his buddy could get a view of what he got to lavish in a couple times a week. And they didn't.
Because you'd never do that to him. No matter the lack thereof label, you'd never betray him. And Eddie Munson really liked that.
On the humid spring night, Reefer Rick had just escaped his four year conviction of Indiana's statute of limitation on drug possession. Defying the advice of his parole officer, a party had been sought out in the crowded woods of Lover's Lake to welcome his newfound freedom.
Being the tightest of buddies, you knew Eddie would be in attendance. And he knew you knew he'd be there. It was your coyness of avoiding his presence that made you that much more alluring, pissing him off in the best way possible; lip-bitingly enticing.
So when you were in the kitchen, speaking to some nobody, Eddie and his friend would watch. His buddy's eyes following the curve of your body, as Eddie detailed just how much you were willing to do for a free exchange of weed, but only for him. Eddie would pick up on how his friend's breath would hitch, as he spoke about the innocence of it starting out with a kiss to you hungrily bouncing on him until the night bled dark. "God, she's my special little customer." He'd groan in his friend ear, because nothing spurred him on more than the fact that he got to revel in what all the other guys wanted.
Because he had you, and you had him.
And what was his friend's name again? Oh, yeah... Steve Harrington. The notorious king known to have women wrapped around his finger. So maybe that's why talking to Steve turned him on a bit more than usual. Sure the man was undeniably pretty (that'd be a discussion for another day), but seeing Steve salivate for you was quite incredible when you'd want nothing to do with the ladies man, because standing in front of you was Eddie Munson, your something.
Despite the filled cup in hand, Eddie slapped Steve's chest to derail his attention away from you. "Come on, need a drink." It was very obvious that that was never the agenda, when Eddie steps had fallen straight to your path. "Havin' an awful lotta fun, aren't you?" You heard his baritone voice speak to you, as he perched himself against the kitchen counter next to you.
As if on cue, your friend knew to leave you be. And, of course, you beamed at him, nodding your head as you took a sip of your drink, letting your eyes cast upon him. "Havin' fun ignorin' me?" He smugly looked down on you.
Your head leaned seductively. "I'm not ignoring you." While taking him in, your eyes landed behind him, falling on the looming figure of Steve Harrington, where you watched his eyes rake you down before meeting you.
Eddie watched from his peripheral, grinning with a smile on his face as he restrained himself from hurting his friend. His jealously evident in his sudden bluntness. "You like Harrington?" Steve, of course, smirked.
Your attention fell back on Eddie, and it irked him just how easily you caught on to his possessiveness. "No." And there it was. The big, fat ego boost that made his cock twitch.
Men were really weird. The insult had, for whatever reason, Steve Harrington smiling down at you. "Well, that's just not fair." He ticked. "You guys can't have fun, if I can't."
"There're lots of other pretty girls around here." You offered. Eddie chuckled, slamming a rough hand to Steve's shoulder. "Lots of other pretty girls." He patronized with a shit-eating grin.
Steve scoffed, playfully flipping him the bird as an unspoken "you win" to the man who got to have you, before leaving you two to be. Eddie's arms managed to cage you against the counter, before his lips met your ear. "I really don't like you ignorin' me, sweetheart." He scolded you.
You whined with jutted lips. "I wasn't." A lie to entice him. Eddie looked you in the eye. "I don't like guys lookin' at you, either." You rolled your own, peering behind you to the crowd of people invading Reefer Rick's house.
"No one is-"
"Oh, but they are, baby." He was quick to coo at you. "See, you're just this pretty, little thing, you don't know how filthy guys think. But believe me, baby," his forehead leaned against yours, "I do."
You quieted your voice. "And... what do you think?"
"What do I think? Well, I think I got this pretty girl in front of me, who I kiss, and, y'know... touch," he huffed his breath against your lips, "and I think that I don't like the idea of some other fucking guy gettin' to do the same." He spat sternly. "So what the fuck does that make you?"
Your breath heaved. "Um, y-you're girlfriend?"
"My girlfriend, yeah, that's right." He nodded.
"Are you asking me?" You questioned him. His lips crashed down before you could think, letting his taste of the alcohol he abandoned just to speak to you, invade your mouth. A connection so deep, his work had you moaning against him, as his hand indented the back of your neck to keep you from leaving him.
Eddie Munson was eating you alive. "No. I'm telling you."
𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 | When has a situationship ever ended nicely? Never. So here you go, happiness.
#stranger things#eddie munson#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson oneshot#eddie munson blurb#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson smut#eddie munson x fem!reader
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lone star: chapter one
summary: eddie had packed up his things and moved to the big city, indianapolis, but when he enters the fast-growing world of the adult entertainment industry, it gets lonely.
rating: R
warnings: smut, filmed sexual acts, drinking, smoking, mentions of BDSM/BDSM related tools. let me know if i've missed any.
authors note at the end :)
word count: 8.8K
The cool air of Indiana nipped at Eddie Munson’s cheek, the slight burn of his aftershave still leaving him grimacing in the presence of the blue building. As his cigarette came to just ashes and smoke, he stomped it out before walking inside the brightly lit studio, pushing his sunglasses to his hairline.
Hawkins left little to be desired after he graduated from high school, already feeling the unemployment office calling his name as the boys of corroded coffin went off to college. With his last check from The Hideout and necessities in his bag, he headed for Indianapolis. He would have gone further, but part of him couldn’t be too far from Wayne, ringing him every other day to recall the cheap french toast he ordered that made him experience euphoria or to ask Wayne about his j0b.
The latter always being responded with, “Same ole, same ole kid.”
He found a job at a local pub, not the kind he would perform at, but one that at least didn’t play Madonna every night. The walls were splattered with neon paint, posters of celebrities he had never heard of across them, and large, wooden bar counters with obscure stains.
He was, somehow, able to convince them to give him a chance bartending. He didn’t know if he’d be good, but he knew the paychecks far surpassed that of a busboy. Thankfully the people of the big city were much more accepting of long hair and loud personality, partially thanks to the liquor, but companys, company.
After a few months, he was operating by himself on weekdays, typically being greeted by the same older men who recalled stories of being in war or middle aged women sucking his red wine supply.
“Bourbon.” A middle aged man gruffed, slightly disheveled as a few buttons on his shirt were undone and his hair tousled. Eddie nodded, knowing better than to piss off the hand that feeds you, even when there was no hello or please.
“Sure thing.” Scrunching his sleeves to his elbows, the chilling air of November not reaching all the way to the back of the building. Pouring the copper drink into the logo-adorned glass, he placed it in front of the stressed man wordlessly.
“Thanks.” he responded shortly, downing it in one swing, signaling another round. Eddie’s eyebrows lifted, but nodded, grabbing the cup again and refilling it. He felt the strangers eyes bore onto his back, trying to remember if he wore any offensive clothing or forgot to wash out a stain.
Spinning back around, he set the cup down again, but the man's gaze didn’t falter. His thick rimmed glasses fell down the slope of his nose before he adjusted them, “What’s your name, kid?”
The air became warmer as Eddie analyzed him, trying to remember if he was a cop he pissed off in adolescence. He did have a cop-esq haircut, brown with shades of gray that was thinning the closer it got to his forehead.
“Eddie.” He quipped, grabbing a rag from under the counter to wipe up the reminisce condensation rings. The guy said nothing, still fixated on him as he straightened up the napkin stack. He wasn’t one to hold his tongue, something he had gotten better at since joining customer service, but this was testing his strength.
“Listen man, I’m not gay or anything, it’s cool if you are but could you stop checking me out.” Eddie blurted, watching the opposing face distorted to a loud laugh, coughing at the seeming absurdity of the statement.
His chortle faded into a quiet one as he sipped his drink, face clenching briefly before signaling another one with Eddie snatching it to restock. The glug noise was unprofessional, but he debated on just throwing it in his face alternatively, so subtle rebellion was going to be his best friend for the next few minutes.
Slamming the glass down, the drink swooshed and let some drip down the sides. He walked to the other end of the bar, checking the beer taps as he realized they closed in about a half hour. Relief rushed over him as he heard the stool squeak, but the annoyance quickly returned as he realized the blue collared man just moved closer.
“Eddie, I’m not gay, I’m a director. My name's Bill, I need an actor for a film and I think you’d be a good fit.” He clarified, clasping his hands in front of him, giving Eddie his time to cackle. His chest burned at how hard it came forth, expecting attempted murder before a scouting agent. Wiping his finger at the corner of his brown eyes, shaking his head in disbelief.
“Oh really? What kind of role? Will I have the honor of being freak number five in a John Hughes picture?” He joked, turning his back to try and make all the labels face towards the front, something that stephanie, the opening manager, relentlessly busted his balls over.
Returning to his time to laugh, Bill released a far airier one than before, leaning in closer, “You ever seen a dirty movie?”
Within two weeks, Eddie had quit his job and was earning almost double what he made a month in half the time. He never thought porn would be his profession, especially being considered a late bloomer and losing his virginity at 20 to a random girl from The Hideout. His look made him distinct, which he knew, but this was in a positive way.
His edgy persona and taste was combated by his warmness, making him appealing to the ever growing female centric demographic, he could be rough as long as it showed he cared. He was also endearing to the queer crowd, finding his outlandishness and comfortability relatable and easier to ease into than most mainstream content.
“Hey kiddo!” Bill waved, coffee steaming from his mug, sipping it loudly before refreshingly sighing, “How’s my favorite rockstar?”
Despite their weird meeting, Bill became a mentor for Eddie over the past few months as his films gained popularity. He learned the ins and outs of the industry, who was worthy of working with and who you should avoid like the plague.
“Just peachy, Captain.” Eddie saluted, going for his dressing room in the front hallway that connected to the various rooms used for filming. The room was painted a soft green and had become personalized as Eddie stayed longer. Black Sabbath, W.A.S.P. and old Corroded Coffin posters, Sweetheart the guitar on the dedicated stand, and a mug on his vanity that was filled with pens and miscellaneous things he always forgot to remove.
Turning on his boombox, he removed his black sweatpants and tank top, leaving him in tight boxers that left little to the imagination. Shrugging on the fanciest thing he owned, he absorbed the warmth of the freshly dried robe that had his name embroidered in golden thread on the breast.
The guitar riffs of Tony Iommi flooded his ears, practicing the notes with an invisible guitar despite the real one in arms reach. A steady knock interrupted his train of thought as he huffed, pausing the song with a click and marching to his door to swing it open.
“Oh hey, I just figured I'd say hi.” A girl said, standing with your feet turned in and hands at the strap of the messenger bag slung over your shoulder. A floral, knee length dress covered you modestly and the flat white sneakers on your feet showed stark contrast in your heights.
“Sup, Eddie.” He pursed his lips together and shut the door, hitting the play button once more. This wasn’t the first time a friend of a star came on set, tried to flirt and then had a fit. He just didn’t have the energy to care at this point, deciding to resume his attention to the scathing voice of Ozzy himself.
As the track concluded, he heard the call to set, a signal that still brought chills down his spine. Despite being a seasoned professional, it was still relatively awkward to get naked and orgasm in front of people. Thankfully he often worked with a consistent background crew and only had to gamble on which star he would be paired with, unless it was a solo scene which was a whole other set of nerves.
Shaking his shoulders, he took a deep breath and bounced on his toes. He grabbed the old bottle of perfume he had claimed as his own once an actor left it, spraying it over his chest as it cooled his skin. Fluffing his hair in the mirror, he meticulously fiddled with it as if someone's hands wouldn’t run through it in mere minutes.
With his game face on, he sauntered to the backroom that was painted black with a soundstage built inside it. The scene was set in a bedroom with beige walls and a floral comforter. Most of his scenes were moderate in nature, not entirely vanilla with some angsty elements. The more extreme ones weren’t very common and were, typically, with stars he had worked with before, which gave him a clue that this wasn’t one he had worked with before.
“Alright! now, meet my main man, Eddie!” Bill announced from behind, declaring your name, as Eddie’s hair whipped quickly, his eyes setting on the same girl from before, now in just a robe. His eyes enlarged briefly before returning to normal size, looking you up and down. Bill ushered you further onto set, giving you a tour of the studio as Eddie walked to the prop bed. Plopping down, he heard the spring squeak as he sat, his leg instantly beginning to shake impatiently.
He typically knew who his co-stars were, either from peers in the industry or having seen one of their films himself. But he had no idea who this was. He rubbed the corner of his lips, feeling a bit of toothpaste that accidentally traveled with him and wiped it off.
Frantic Bill was not the most enjoyable one, but it was the one the staff always received the morning of shooting. With four cups of coffee and counting, mixed with employees asking questions that could wait till after they were wrapped or mistakes that could be easily avoided, Bill was borderline manic.
“Alright Eddie, you don’t make me nervous, I know that you know what to do. But our new starlet is fresh, she’s only done solo flicks, so if somethings off, just say the word and we’ll adjust.” Bill rambled, hand twitching against his blue jeans that had patches of faded denim scattered across them from continuous wear.
Eddie nodded, “Okay cool, just wondering though, why am I working with a newcomer?” The question was warranted, he was quickly becoming one of the most sought after male actors and it was almost unheard of to have someone of his level with someone so inexperienced. VHS tapes were flying off shelves that had his name scribbled across them and he didn’t want one bad tape to ruin the rest of them.
The older man chuckled, placing a firm hand on Eddie's shoulder and jolting it playfully. “She’s a natural, her solos were so popular, people were writing to the fucking distributers about when her first paired scene would happen!”
Before Eddie could question anymore, Bill walked away with the beckon of his name, but you strolled over shortly after. While Eddie didn’t want to deal with the awkward situation he had dug himself into, it was better than ruminating in his own thoughts, so he turned when he felt the edge of the bed sink beside him.
He recalled your name mentioned earlier, but pushed it back as it was unprofessional to use a partner's name while filming.The name usually stitched on the robe typically matched their stage name, so that was the only one that needed familiarity.
“Eos?” Eddie snorted, making your head snap in his direction as he read the name on you. Your eyebrows furrowed, tilting your head to get a better look at his. his eyes were downcasted, focusing on the bracelets on his wrists.
“Yes?” You replied, bringing one leg to bend on the bed, facing his side profile “I didn’t mean to interrupt you earlier, I just wanted to introduce myself-”
“Don’t worry ‘bout it, just another scene, yeah?” He interjected, but only made you more confused than before. Of course you knew his name already and practically made yourself sick from nerves on the taxi over, but now you subtly wished you had been assigned with someone else.
The atmosphere was thick as the bustling crew assembled the equipment, clattering metal against the firm floor. You focused on the blush fake carpet beneath your feet, looking at the roots of the fabric and counting how many knots there were. It helped calm your already present nerves that only increased due to your partner’s reserved mood.
“Hey!” A voice called, snapping both of your attentions to the cameraman who diverted his attention to you, peering through the lens, “I’m Rich, let’s get some angle ideas while we wait, I already know Eddie's. If you’re comfortable we could try it without the robe”
You nodded as Eddie placed his hands on his knees, standing up with a groan. Stretching his back, it popped loud enough to make you flinch as you stood. You slid off your garment to reveal a simple pink bra with light lace with a matching set of panties that fit you perfectly. Returning to the sheets, you sat in the previous position and adjusted your hair.
“Let's try one against the pillows, legs bent and spread. Again, feel free to veto any placement or cover yourself.” He affirmed, but you nodded, scooting back until you hit the plush pillows. settling against them, your legs slowly dragged open, holding onto the back of your knees to steady yourself.
Eddie made the mistake of looking up as Rich commanded you into compromising positions, having you on your elbows and knees, skin shining beneath the bright lights. Taking a hard swallow, he went to fetch some water, hoping everything would be sorted out by the time he returned. To his luck, he was now late.
“Munson! Showtime!” Rich hollered from the main room just as the bottle hit his lips, chugging the whole thing as he walked, using the back of his wrist to wipe at the corner of his mouth. You were sitting at the edge of the bed, hands in lap and ankles daintily crossed.
Tossing the empty bottle in a trash can, he reached the blinding lights as a stylist came up to him to fix his hair. This was clearly not a scene that needed much excess, as there was no script prewritten or plot, this was pure sex. Your face had light makeup on, contrast to some of his other scenes where his partners wore charcoal black or vibrant reds, which was good as well.
Shrugging down his layers, he stood in his underwear, hands resting on his hips with a tilt as each stylist made their finishing touches on both of you.
Eddie watched as you gnawed on the inside of your lip, the foot balancing on the other, shaking sporadically with nerves. He remembers his first scene, not having done solo till later, where the woman was almost twice his age with a sultry voice. Before this gig, girls wouldn’t give him the time of day and he figured it had something to do with him. When in reality, he just had to get the fuck out of Hawkins.
The woman's long acrylics dragged across his pale skin as she rode him, praising his dick and how good he was making her feel by just existing. Thankfully the analytical aspects of the industry, like stopping mid-thrust to put more mascara on or to adjust a curtain, helped keep him emotionally removed from his co-workers.
“Give ‘em hell, kid.” Bill winked, punching your shoulder gently before retreating behind the camera. It helped to have people like Bill on set, someone who wouldn’t sexualize his stars despite the context of the work, to him you were people. It wasn’t common to receive this kind of treatment, especially as a woman.
You nodded curtly, positioning to stand near the side of the bed, facing where Eddie stood. His attention was diverted towards the crew, face blank as he listened to a conversation he wasn’t involved in. You observed the varying tripods being set up at different locations, counting at least four cameras that would be utilized during this.
“Quiet on set!” Bill yelled, the whole room falling into automatic silence, “Now, since this is ‘Eos’ first partner scene and Eddie is fairly seasoned, we’re gonna start with just improv. Do what feels right, just have sex at some point.”
Eddie's lip tilted to a faint smirk as he gave a thumbs up while you stuck to nodding, you’d probably pull a neck muscle by the end of this. The crew gave their calls to begin, another man standing fairly close with a boom microphone above your heads, but carefully out of frame. While everything felt so robotic, you put your head in the zone, the man who won’t even bother to look your way is the love of your life for the next hour.
“Action!” Bill's voice boomed, Eddie's eyes finally flickering towards yours. They were a soft brown, twinkling with underlying mischief, as he sauntered towards you. Looking up at him, you glanced at his lips, still decorating a subtle grin, before shutting your eyes.
His lips pressed against yours, soft and damp from the water he had downed. There was a hint of tobacco lingering from his mouth as he opened it more, sliding his tongue against yours. You barely registered how one of his hands cupped your cheek while the other found home at your waist.
His touch was firm, calloused fingertips itching your skin and tucking hair behind your ear. You grasped his biceps, still weary of what kind of touch was acceptable. Walking backwards, you fell onto your bottom on the mattress. Eddie let out a soft laugh as your cheeks burned, but the film rolled on as you scooted further on the bed, your white heels on the comforter.
“You’re gonna have to change your sheets now, Sweetheart.” He remarked cockily, yanking your ankles in both hands to lift the shoes from the fabric as you laid down. His fingers danced against the buckle of the shoe, brushing past the veins on top of your feet.
“Give me a better reason to wash them.” You smiled, looking at him through your lashes and fluttering them for extra effect. An eyebrow of his shot up as he lowered his attention to the lace covering you, pulling the lower half down your legs.
Tossing the flimsy piece to the ground, he lowered himself to hover above you, meeting your lips again as his clothed cock rubbed against your bare pussy. His nose pressed against yours, a bit cold against your burning skin, with his teeth catching your lower lip. Your legs wrapped around his waist, the heels pressing lightly into his thighs
“Good, wanted to fuck you in these all night anyways.” He remarked, slinking back to put your legs against his chest, pressing a quick kiss to your inner ankle. Despite his vulgarity, the faint moments of affection were assuring.
Eddie crouched down, resting between your legs and practically wearing your plush thighs. Nipping gently at the sensitive skin, his grip moved to your knees, pushing them to the sides as he inched closer to your throbbing sex.
His talent of cunnilingus should have been no surprise as he had given you no reason to doubt his mouth's abilities, he was just usually too busy being a bit of a smart ass for you to admire it thus far. But just as his lips moved against yours carefully, he repeated against your lower set.
The silk skin danced too delicately against his coarse breath, your wetness giving him more accessibility to drag it up and down. You let out a shaky breath which fluctuated to a moan as he sucked your clit. Your head threw back as his digits ran through your slick until his middle one plunged into your cunt.
“Oh fuck.” You muttered, hands resting upon your own breasts, trailing over your nipples as they perked up. You shuttered as Eddie found your deepest point, retreating to add another finger and finding it again swiftly.
A moan left his mouth, giving extra vibrations to coarse through your veins and a hint of pride. His hips jutted against the bed as he indulged between your legs, he wanted to make a joke about how you were definitely eating pineapple, but opted not to as you moaned again.
“Want you in my mouth, please.” You breathed, propping up on your elbows as his brown iris flashed to yours. He made a show of your dripping ecstasy on his fingers while you sat up, flattening your tongue against them before sucking them clean.
He tried his best to hide his shock, focusing on freeing himself of his last bit of clothing, hissing as it sprang free and fell to the floor next to yours. He stepped back to give you room to kneel before him, racking a hand through his mane as you unclasped your bra. It joined the haphazard pile beside you as you inched closer until your tongue slid against the underside of his length.
“Hope it’ll all fit in my mouth, want to taste all of it.” You remarked, letting your lips graze his balls, showing how large his cock was compared to your face. A money shot.
While Eddie hadn’t paid much attention to you beforehand, he definitely was now. Especially as he watched you jerk him and took turns sucking on his balls. He let a string of curses slip past his lips, shutting his eyes with his head tilted back. He felt your attention diverted as gentle kisses pressed against his thigh and then his cock.
“Hmp, aren’t you sweet?” he mused, looking down and putting hands in your hair as you sucked on his tip, “Giving me kisses, you spoil me, beautiful.” He watched as you took more of him, cheeks hollowing and spit accumulating around him.
Things were running much smoother than Eddie initially predicted. He didn’t expect much, which was a good start. During his first few videos, he thought he would fall in love with everyone, but always ended up annoyed.
There was a seamless transition as he helped you back onto the bed, kissing you despite both of your juices on opposing lips. His forearm helped him balance as you cupped his face, deepening the embrace as he slid himself through your fold. As his tip intruded, you whimpered into the kiss, making him stop half way.
“You okay?” He whispered, head lifting a tad, seeing a small hint of glaze across them. You nodded, kissing him again feverishly as he pushed in. He thrusted shallowly, taking time to get you adjusted to his size rather than immediately going for it, which you appreciated.
The sounds you produced were salacious, but flowed so effortlessly as the tempo accelerated. He watched as you bounced, breasts matching his pace in harmony. His mouth danced across your neck, sucking at any spot that elicited a favorable noise, making his way down to your chest.
As his lips wrapped around the bud, you cried out, hands going for his hair and heels pressing to his ass. Growling, he popped off, fondling the other breast to showcase a similar response. You were so responsive and it never seemed inauthentic, it just happened.
“Can feel you squeezin’ me'' Eddie began, resting his forehead against yours, “Come for me, do it.” He gritted as you whimpered, nails trailing down his back as your body relaxed further into his touches.
“You feel so good, I'm gonna come.” you sighed, eyes fluttering shut as he rubbed your bundle of nerves. You withered against his chest until succumbing to his witchcraft, riding it out until Eddie had to pull out. His cock was a bright red as he pumped it, aiming for your stomach as he chased his conclusion.
“Oh fuck yeah, that’s my girl.” He chanted as white ropes decorated your lower tummy, a blissful smile coming to his face as you regain your composure. You swiped your fingers through his masterpiece, humming as you tasted it.
“This is definitely worth a trip to the laundromat.” You bit your lip, suppressing the cheeky smile until you heard them call cut.
Both of you jumped at the sudden noise, seemingly in a daze for the past 30 minutes. His body felt electric as he came down from his orgasm, sitting beside you on the bed as an assistant gave you towels and your robes.
Eddie watched as the black towel absorbed the remaining mess on your stomach, dipping in your belly button to be sure it was all clean. He stood and threw on his robe, warm as someone returned it to the dryer. He heard you sigh as you put yours on, embracing the warmth on your nude body.
“Oh, you are gonna be huge!” Bill exclaimed, hands clapping together, “You were a fucking natural!” Your cheeks warmed furiously at his remarks, crossing your arms against your waist.
“And you, my boy, killer per usual!” Bill concluded, pushing his large glasses on his nose before racing to the crew to start cleaning up. While he had just spent the past half an hour inside you, Eddie was at a loss for words.
He debated on saying how you really were picking it up naturally, that it was a fun scene to film, but that was too much. Too much for his post-finish mind and the fact he didn’t usually mingle with people he only worked with once.
“‘Kay, see ya ‘round.” He interrupted the silence, walking off to his dressing room without even looking in your direction. You stood in slight shock, but went to your respective room, just yours was a guest suite.
It was naive to believe one scene would lead to friendship, but a basic conversation would’ve been appreciated. you had to just keep reminding yourself why you’re here and that is for yourself. To pay your bills, to abide by your schedule, and to make you happy. Eddie munson wasn’t going to ruin that for you.
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“Can you please not smoke that in my car!” Steve huffed while making a left turn, focusing on the road as an exhausted Eddie sat next to him, cigarette between his lips. The sun was on the cusp of rising as they made their way to the studio, one of the only cars on the road and surrounded by neon signs that informed of free rooms or late night specials.
“Sorry.” Eddie grumbled, flicking the tobacco out the window and onto the cement. The soft hint of smoke was visible in the rear view until a truck drove over it, but he closed his eyes shortly after.
While he had left many people back in Hawkins, he didn’t expect two people to follow him; Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley. They had gotten close a few months prior, an interesting dynamic of personalities that were all eccentric, but worked surprisingly well under one roof. The pair was looking for an out, equally tired of the dreary atmosphere of the small town they grew up in.
The circumstances of Eddie’s new career were not discovered until Steve and Robin worked at a Family Video in the big city, sorting through the new content to see their best friend and roommate kissing the neck of a busty woman. After staring at the plastic case, they shoved it in her bag under the counter and continued with their day.
“Dude!” Robin exclaimed, slamming the front door to their apartment, Steve barely squeezing in. Eddie jumped in the recliner, clutching his chest, whipping his head around to see them rushing forward. She flung the tape into his lap, still astounded at the obscure situation they were now in. Just a few months prior, Eddie couldn’t even get laid, now he was doing it for his career.
Boisterously laughing, he held it up next to his face, “They went with this picture?”
Hours of stories ensued over what his newfound career consisted of, such as who he worked with or discovering that cherry lube makes him break out in hives. The three laughed without an ounce of awkwardness, but he found something in Steve’s eyes, curiosity.
Steve’s first scene would be later that week and he quickly became a fellow golden boy of the studio, soft features that enchanted audiences, but had dominance if needed. He ended up enjoying it more than he thought he would, treating it seriously and not just an excuse to have sex. Eddie caught him making a data sheet for work and bullied him for two weeks about it.
“It’s alright, man, I know it’s early.” Steve calmed his tone, pulling into the parking lot with sparse cars. Early morning shoots weren’t Eddie's forte, but Steve did them frequently, so he tagged along since he had a scene right after.
The sound of combat boots and sneakers hit the hard floor as the duo walked in to find the snack table littered with donuts, fruit, and coffee. Rummaging through to find the perfect ensemble of breakfast options, Steve cringed as Eddie put four bags of sugar and two creams into his small coffee.
“Fuck off man, I can’t smoke my cigs or drink coffee in peace?” Eddie jested, bumping his shoulder with his own as he walked to Steve’s dressing room. He gave a quick wave to the production assistants that were setting up, observing the room they created in the few hours since Eddie had been here last night for his own scene with you.
Rolling his eyes, Steve ate quickly before undressing and putting on his own robe while his friend sat and flipped through the random magazines on the table. He began reading about the latest Mustang model and the new advantages, not even registering Steve leaving.
Eddie still had his van, the same one he got for his 17th birthday after Uncle Wayne met him halfway with funds. With consistent income, he could afford a better car with some extra detailing, but he didn’t see the need. His van did what it needed; It drove, it had air conditioning, and it could play loud music.
Interrupting his reading was the sound of his stomach rumbling, making him rise to head to the snack table, toeing off his boots to avoid making extra noise. The sound of mumbling was heard through the walkway, the room for snacks and costumes connected to the filming room. Flinching as Rich yelled for the set to be quiet, he munched on his chocolate donut that covered his fingertips.
“Good morning.” He heard Steve mumble, a husky morning voice that wasn’t too much of a stretch from his real one, but it made Eddie want to laugh nonetheless. Sticking his finger in his mouth and popping it off, he turned to make his way to reclusion.
“Morning handsome.” You replied pleasantly, making Eddie freeze. He didn’t even consider the fact you would be here today, yesterday was your first duet anyways, but now curiosity was getting the best of him as he walked to the brim of the room.
The decor was cozy, plain colors with an abstract outline painting or two on the faux walls. You laid beside Steve, comforter pooled around both your waists as his hand relaxed at the edge, rubbing soothing circles. Stretching your back, you squeaked pleasantly at pop, your lingerie dress frame pushing closer to his chest.
Your noses rubbed against each other briefly as you inched closer, his lips trailing down to your neck, sloppy pecks slowly decorating your skin.
“What are you up to?” You giggled, pushing away playfully and laying your back against the white sheets.
He gave a fake gasp, “What? Am I not allowed to love my girlfriend?”
Rolling your eyes, you scoffed, “Is that so?”
“Yeah,” He clarified, brushing some of your hair away from your face, “I just like to do it this way.” He met your mouth in a sweet kiss, his hand cupping your jaw as he shifted on top of you.
Eddie watched captivated, he usually found watching his friends scenes more boring than anything, he had seen Steve’s penis more times than he would've liked. Your skin glistening under the gentle glow of the rising sun that was shining through the window, it seemed almost angelic.
Steve pulled off your dress revealing no underwear, making him laugh earnestly as you covered your face. He grabbed your wrist and pulled them away, pecking your cheeks and nose.
“Oh, but I'm the vulgar one?” He teased, pushing his own boxers down until you were both nude. Fitting almost like a puzzle piece, his body leaned against yours as he slid a finger through your wet folds. The boom mic picked up the lewd sound, hearing it through the operator's headphones only a few feet in front of Eddie.
He blushed at the noise even though a day before he had his face between your thighs. He watched as Steve thrusted inside you, finding a pace quickly as if he had made love to you for years prior.
The growing intimacy of the scene made Eddie feel like a voyeur, observing as an attentive boyfriend pleasing his sweet girlfriend without an ounce of masochism. He wishes you had received a script yesterday and that he got more opportunities to do scenes like this, where he could play a passionate devotee.
While he only did hardcore scenes every other week, he still boardered the line more often than someone like Steve. Eddie’s looks were a blessing and a curse, finding himself in more obscure settings than just ones of a lover. He wasn’t boyfriend material in the industry or in general, seemingly.
His own strife was interrupted to the sound of skin slapping, finding you bouncing on top of Steve with your hands planted on his chest. Your knees were secured at his sides, running a hand through your hair as it leaned back, moaning as Steve went further inside you.
Hips swiveling in a calculated motion that seemed effortless, he groaned as his feet pushed against the blanket. Hugging you to his front and propping up his feet, he began thrusting into you as you cried out.
“You’re so beautiful, fuck-” He moaned, “I love you.”
“I love you so much, don’t stop, please!”
With no doubt it was 100% acting, Eddie still felt a foreign clench in his chest as he watched Steve ‘make love’ to you. He wishes he hadn’t been so skittish yesterday as he thought of how his actions may have been perceived, palming his face subconsciously as he went to his own dressing room now.
It was a half hour before his own scene, but he grabbed his outfit on the way, observing the dark latex. It was an intense scene, recalling Bill mentioning a BDSM shoot this week as he looked at the calendar hanging behind his door. While he tried his damn hardest to not bring his own issues into his work, part of him felt frustrated and he was unsure if it was due to sexual needs or emotionally.
Taking off his day clothes, he was only in a set of latex pants that clung to him so closely, he was worried he would rip them before he even started. It still felt foreign to be the subject of attraction, more similar to a facade rather than true confidence. While the films brought him a better sense of self, sometimes as he looked in the mirror into his own eyes, he saw himself in high school, washing off the food someone threw at him.
Shaking his thoughts, he grabbed a cigarette from his discarded jacket and cracked open the window. Cupping the tip, he lit the end to inhale the tobacco, sighing as it infiltrated and evacuated his lungs. The wind blew at his bangs, reminding him to get a trim at some point before his vision was impaired.
As the stick faded into smoke, Eddie watched the cars driving past quickly, loud music and honking slotting between the breeze. The warmth nipped at his fingertips with a hiss, smashing it against the window sill and sweeping the ash. Flicking it into the bin and slumping on the couch, he was interrupted by a faint knock.
“Hey killer.” The voice called, waiting a moment before appearing with a cheeky smile. Leaning against the wooden door was Angie, a woman Eddie and Steve had both worked with numerous times, dressed in black lingerie under her slightly opened robe with hair and makeup done with precision. She was a veteran, starting in the late 70s when tapes were slowly becoming more accepted, and now in her early 30s.
“Hey, Ang!” Eddie smiled, “You my partner today?” She nodded, stepping further in as the door shut. She was one of the nicer women he worked with, not that most were vile, but she was warm. She never let you feel her stress or inhibitions, doing a scene with her meant you could relax into it, no matter how intense.
“Nice pants.” She snickered as Eddie's legs swung clumsily, rising with an eye roll. Following her out, he slipped on his own robe as they walked towards the other studio room.
“Hey Ang?” Eddie began hesitantly, “Is it okay if we’re a little rougher today? If not, totally cool.” He felt weird asking for what he wanted in scenes, but if it was going to be a dominant and submissive one, it seemed like a good time to ask.
Nodding with a hum, she adjusted the strap on her shoe and held his shoulder prohibiting his walk. Giving him a pat, she walked again, fluffing her hair as they entered the stage. The black room was filled with various devices, from vibrators, paddles, ropes and any other thing you could think of.
The shoot wasn’t a long one, all of these devices wouldn’t be used, but his curiosity peaked when she ran her nail against the objects, deciding which ones she felt comfortable using. He, or the director, would be allowed to veto if they didn’t see fit, but it had to be something she was comfortable with in the first place.
The manicured hand gathered her weapons, laying them on the bed in a jumbled manor. A vibrator, paddle, rope, and lube. These mixed with his own hands kick started his adrenaline as they spoke through the guidelines, some of her own rules and his. No spitting (her), no hickeys (both, makes filming other scenes difficult), and others. With her back against the black leather, his thighs squeaking beneath the latex, he took a deep breath as the red light flashed over the camera.
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“Hey dude, have you seen the TV remote?” Robin called out to Eddie as he stepped inside their apartment, her head pressed to the floor as she looked under the sofa. Lifting his shoe, he began to pull at the laces and toss them to the cubby in the entrance hallway between Steve’s trainers and Robin’s sneakers.
He shrugged making his way in the kitchen, opening the cupboard to mostly half empty bags of chips or cereal. Digging through, he found no luck on food, but helped his friend solve her problem.
“Why the fuck is the remote in the pantry?” Eddie laughed, turning around and throwing it her way, dropping it almost instantly. Rolling her eyes with a grunt, the TV clicked on and was placed on the side table.
Eventually settling on Lucky Charms, he grabbed an obnoxiously large bowl and filled it, finding a medium sized spoon to eat it with. He hated using large spoons and would rather eat it with a knife than a spoon that had way too many pieces on it. Flopping onto the old sofa, sock clad feet crossing over the ottoman, the pair watched a rerun of Match Game.
“How was work?” Robin broke the silence, seeing Eddie’s mouth filled with milk seeping out, his hand coming up to wipe it as he chewed.
While the nature of the men’s work seemed scandalous, there was no one who took it as comedically as Robin. Initially astounded that she not only befriended, but roomed with porn stars was soon turned to amusement at the true antics behind the theatrics. She’s seen Eddie scream after having to wax his ass, gone to pick Steve up from the studio after he fell mid scene and twisted his ankle, and both of them getting pink eye from fluid in their eyes.
The uncountable amount of stories she could recollect would make a killer coffee table book and she was always up to hearing more. While she could make an impulsive face, the last thing she’d do would genuinely judge them, all three of them could be themselves.
When they all moved in together, Robin had to come out to Eddie, feeling the same pit in her stomach as when she told Steve. The speech she mentally prepared of, “Oh it’s okay if you don’t feel comfortable living with me, I’ll find somewhere else.” Was quickly dissolved when Eddie nonchalantly responded with, “Shit, I love pussy too, much better than a dude’s ass. Trust me.”
She didn’t ask further about that one initially, though.
“It was fine, worked with Angie on this BDSM scene.” He replied, taking another bite as the laugh track rolled in the back. She nodded, fingers fiddling with the cuff on her blue jeans, eyebrows raising in curiosity.
“Really? I feel like you haven’t mentioned one of those in a while.” She added, looking at him again, his cheeks tinted slightly pink. He wasn’t a prude, in any sense of the word, but the scene today was enough to make warmth rise.
“Nah, it’s been a week,” He chuckled, “It was pretty intense. Choking, spanking, orgasm denial, vibrators- I mean at one point she started crying. She was okay though, didn’t safeword or anything, but it was one of those scenes that makes both of you fucking exhausted.”
Their attention was pulled to the switch of programming, seeing a rerun of The Golden Girls come on, bobbing their head to the catchy tune. Unsure as to why, but they typically ended up watching it at least once a week, joking that Robin was Rose, Steve was Blanche, and Eddie was Dorthy.
“Ah gotcha. Steve came back for like 5 minutes then went to lunch with his scene partner.” She divulged, taking a sip from her water, “She was nice.”
“Yeah, I had a scene with her yesterday, but I think I came off like a dick. I was kind of.” Eddie admitted, setting the empty bowl down and pulling at the hair on his brow. The constant scolding from not only Wayne, but his management team didn’t defer him from the anxious habit. He once had to wear eyebrow makeup during a particularly stressful week, a hole forming that Bill insisted be covered.
He thought back to the glimpse of their scene, wrapped arms around each other in genuine pleasure. The sunlight hitting skin just right with breathy moans infiltrating his subconscious.
Robin nodded, if anyone would understand coming off wrong, it would be her. They had both been guilty of a loose mouth, babbling unintentionally or making an offhand comment. It was never done in malice. Social cues, anxiety, or insecurity always seemed to smack them right in the face.
“Don’t get in your head about it, Eds.” She assured, hand draping over the back of the couch, “It was one scene, from the sound of it, she’ll be around more. Just try to extend an olive branch. Steve is just a charismatic doofus, especially with the ladies which I’ll never understand why.”
Steve’s innate ability to captivate women, and men, was a God-given talent. It was hard for anyone to really dislike Steve, it explains how his polar opposites became his best friends, even though as they grew closer they discovered more similarities. Truthfully, it was something Eddie envied, how he could walk in a room and people would gravitate. Eddie had to fight for his relationships or they started over a common interest, like Hellfire or Corroded Coffin.
As Eddie opened his mouth to reply, the sound of the key turning had their heads turning to watch as you and Steve walked in. Both much more awake than they were hours before, smiling as their conversation from outside fizzled out.
“Hey Robin, Eddie.” You chirped, voice light as you threw an awkward wave, falling at your side with a reticent laugh. Steve pushed his yellow sweater to his elbows as the door shut behind them, walking fully into the living room as Steve called your name.
“Eddie, I didn’t know you guys filmed together yesterday!” Steve quipped, hand leaning against the opposing couch as you stood beside him. You looked notably relaxed at the moment, despite your cool composure at work, Eddie liked seeing his coworkers outside to see how much of a persona they exuded.
“Yeah.” He coughed, sitting forward to lean on his knees, “It was a good scene, you were great.” He cursed himself for his voice dropping half an octave as his nerves ate at him, he wanted to be your friend, but with no figurines or records to bond over, he was struggling to find new resources.
You nodded, tucking hair behind your ear and thanking him. It felt nice to have reassurance after what had occurred the day before. He seemed reserved as he did yesterday, but there was a hint of a smile, leaving the smirk behind in front of lights.
Steve bid you farewell as you left their place, the room silent until he reentered, slightly baffled. Throwing his hands up in confusion, staring directly at the mop-headed boy on the couch who was trying to pretend The Golden Girls was the most interesting thing he had ever seen.
“What was that? She said you were kind of a douche yesterday, my words not hers, she was more polite.” Steve scoffed, crossing his arms, “She’s super nice and our age!”
“Listen, I didn’t mean to come off as a dick, okay? I guess I just get awkward with new people.” Eddie huffed, rubbing his hands over his face laced with tension. Shit, he needed a cigarette.
“What are you even saying, you hit it off with all of them at work? You will talk anyones ear off about DND or one of the bands you like!” Steve exasperated, not believing Eddie’s comment in the slightest. He had befriended most on set, but he can admit he had become slightly more reserved in comparison to his high school tyraids.
Eddie scoffed, grabbing his bowl, walking past Robin who sat in atypical silence. As the boys relocated to the kitchen, she rushed to her bedroom, leaving the door open to hear any juicy details for her future memoir.
“I don’t know, man. I’m gonna try to be more open, some things have just been off lately.” Eddie revealed, hands on the kitchen sink rim, “I can’t take it out on her or anybody. Hopefully we’ll work together again so I can strike a conversation.”
Steve nodded slowly, Eddie never talked about his feelings, even vaguely. The revelation must have been a significant act of exposure, so he quit the banter, patting his shoulder reassuringly.
“It’s not permanent, I’m sure she’s cool. Hey! Let’s go to Dinos together, maybe this weekend?” Steve suggested, recalling their local bar, that would be good for getting to know each other better, while hearing Robin’s door open quickly as she hurried in.
“Oo that sounds fun! Let’s go to Dinos!” Robin proclaimed, elbowing Steve jokingly, while Eddie shrugged and agreed. The two others walked away, leaving him to clean his cereal bowl in silence. The pack in his pocket practically etched into his skin as he finished up, going to their porch and shutting the sliding glass behind him.
The sun was down, but the sky was still light, bright colored stars decorating the galaxy in abstract shapes. The crescent moon was behind some faint clouds, making it appear murky in comparison. Grabbing his lighter, he lit the stick swiftly and inhaled the tobacco.
Sitting on the cheap lawn chair, his feet propped up against the rickety railing, the sound of rust colliding with his socks. The faint buzz of street lights beneath him hummed in his ear as he tapped his fingers, closing his eyes as he took a drag.
Eddie tried his best not to be philosophical or ponder too much on his past, always finding himself more frustrated than rehabilitated. But as he got older, he found it harder to ignore his own conscience. Sometimes his brain drifted off in a direction it typically didn’t, a road that included no killer guitar solos or the voices of those around him.
He kept having a recurring dream about this road. He stood in the middle, surrounded by struggling crops, entering a season foreign to them. Sometimes he would be in younger, shaved head and baggy jeans, a teenager in a gym uniform, or now with a costume on from work like a pizza delivery outfit. Initially struggling to pinpoint if he had encountered this place before, he soon found solace in it, even if it just existed for him.
Part of him liked going to sleep, knowing he’d have a chance to find this place where the road was disintegrating haltingly, the paint chipping in chunks. As his hand ran against the chair he sat in, he could picture himself there, skimming past the rotting produce.
The cigarette between his lips neared its end, the fire fizzling into smoke as he stumped it out. He heard the phone ring beside him, the cord connected inside, the one that was placed out here when Robin heard too much of a phone call between Steve and a one night stand. Privacy is sacred nowadays. Especially for Robin, apparently.
“Hello?” Eddie gruffed, coughing with a bit of rustiness, sniffling at the chilly air.
“Eddie! My boy!” Bill cheered, practically seeing the cigar between his teeth. Eddie let out a puff of air, smiling and running fingers against his brows.
“What’s up, Bill?” Eddie inquired, calls later in the day were fairly uncommon due to how often Eddie and Steve were at the studio. He wasn’t even supposed to work tomorrow.
“I got news, kiddo. Management thinks Eos will be our next big thing, but they’re debating on releasing her video with Steve before the one with you.” Bill explained as Eddie placed the phone between his cheek and shoulder.
He should’ve seen this coming, kicking himself as his eyes shut tight. He shouldn’t be frustrated at Steve, his best friend who had been there for him more times than he could count and vice versa. But sometimes as he looked at him, he felt a burning in his chest, not of anger or jealousy or desire, it was more obscure.
It felt like being in middle school, entering a new school after moving a city over to live with Wayne. His stature was smaller than those around him, not yet hitting a significant growth spurt or the latter part of puberty. The older boys surrounding him laughed with deep voices, clothes that weren’t too baggy or too tight, and with friends who seemingly didn’t care about either of those things. Eddie cared about not having things that came natural to some boys, like charisma or stereotypical looks. Even as he had grown to like his appearance, sometimes twelve year old Eddie stands before him all alone, like he had been for years.
“I think yours should be first, but they need more convincing, think you can come in tomorrow at 9? We can discuss with both of you what the scene should be themed, then a few hours later we’ll shoot. Nothing crazy, just something simple and sweet.” Bill interjected the man's internal monologue, jolting him to stand straighter, hand on the phone. Simple and sweet rang through his ears more than it should.
“Yeah, I’ll be there. Thanks.” He replied as he wished him a goodnight, leaving him alone once more with the sound of static.
Simple and sweet.
Finally.
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Steve X Reader - No (Risky) Business. Just Love on this Train part 2
Here it is ! Part 2 finally ! I know lol. Been hyping everyone up for this but it’s here .
Continuation from part 1 so must read the first 1 to understand (or not ) your choice .
18+ only !
Contains : Jealous and insecure Steve . Characters made up that are not canon to Stranger things .
Warnings : SMUT! makeup sex , sex on a public transportation, public/private sex, p/v, oral , female receiving , movie references from the 80s .
Todays the day! A double bonus actually . The cast list being posted and seeing Steve after about two weeks of not seeing each other since you started school . Around Noon , you go to Jeans classroom and see the cast list . You pointed your index finger where your name was at :
AUDREY: ………Y/N L/N
As promised. You did indeed got you that role . You grinned ear to ear.
You felt a tap on your shoulder. It was your director Jean and another student .
Jean : y/n ! hi! I would like for you to meet Mitch . He’s going to be playing Semour . I would like for you guys to run lines together sometime soon before rehearsals start .
Y/N : Sounds good ! Thanks Jean .
Mitch shakes your hand .
Mitch : pleas to meet you y/n . Look forward working with you .
Y/n: likewise . pleasure . When would you like to run lines and where?
Mitch : tonight is fine and say your place ? My roommates are rowdy .
You had to think of plan cause Steve comes over tonight and May think of the wrong way if he saw you with another guy in your apartment but of course you knew this IS just business .
Y/N: sure , but just a FYI, my boyfriend is coming over tonight, he’s flying in from Hawkins Indiana!
Mitch : oh of course , I’ll leave as soon as he comes by, wouldn’t want him to think I’m stealing ya away .
(He laughs )
Which by the way to make it clear that won’t happen if you catch my drift.
(He winks. You instantly understood what he meant. )
Y/N: OH! gotcha ! That’s cool . alright then , see you tonight dude !
……
Later that evening , you and Mitch run lines and songs for “Little Shop of Horrors “ then you hear a knock on the door .
Y/N : One sec Mitch .
You head to the door and open it .
There he was . Steve. Your lover boy . Standing there with flowers and his luggage in hands .
STEVE!!!
You threw your arms over his neck, have him the biggest hug. Didn’t want to let go . He dropped his bag for a second to hug you back as he was still holding the flowers he got you . You look at each other for a second but we’re so inpatient y’all we’re ready to kiss each other.
You two smashed each others lips on one another without a second to lose . It was a pure moment of bliss and passion to finally be together and reunited again .
You smiled ear to ear looking into those big brown orbs of his , cupping his soft cheeks , with his stubble of his facial hair against your palms as you were gently brushing them against his face . Seems like as tho he hasn’t shaved in a week or so .
You stood there for a good minute to smell his manly fragrance of cologne you got him of sweet smell of bourbon and musk .
Y/N: oh my love, how I’ve miss you so .
Steve : hows my favorite little star ?
He said so sweetly .
You giggled as he picked you up from the floor and swing you around a bit. Y’all about sweeping you off your feet .
Y/n: I’m fine, now that your here .
Steve grins and almost forgot he still had a bouquet of flowers in his hands that’s re your favorites too.
“Oh! These are for you ! A super star should always receive flowers . I know your show won’t be for awhile but you know , I got them cause, well , I love you honey bunches.”
He kisses your cheek .
You blush and smell the flowers .
Y/n: thank you, their wonderful! Please come in !
Steve picks up his luggage form floor and walks inside your place . You go into the kitchen to put the flowers in a vase . As Steve walks in , he turns his head and sees your scene partner on the couch .
Steve looks stern and miffed . A million things are going on his head right now.
Mitch : Hi you must be Steve ! Heard so much about you . I’m Mitch !
He stands up to introduce himself and reaches his hand out to shake Steve’s hand .
Steve : pleasure .
Steve shook Mitch hand but with a disgust look.
You come out of the kitchen and see the two boys standing there .
Y/n: oh Steve I see you met Mitch . He’s my scene partner for the play .
Mitch : yep that’s right . Y/n here is a very brilliant and talented actress . Super talented actress. Your a lucky guy Steve .
Steve was having mix feelings about this situation. Like who was this guy in his girlfriends apartment?
Steve : yes ..yes I am very lucky to have y/n.
Mitch : well I’ll leave y’all to it . (Laughs) wouldn’t wanna intrude . Y/n I’ll see you at rehearsal tomorrow.
Y/n: ok I’ll see ya later Mitch .
Mitch grabs his script and heads out the door.
Mitch : It was nice meeting you Steve . Hope we can all get together sometime.
Steve was still feeling awkward and miffed. But trying not to start drama .
Steve : yeah … sure thing man . Bye.
He waves bye .
Mitch is fine . There is some tension built up now.
Y/n: Steve how was you—
you get cut off by Steve .
JUST who the hell is Mitch ?
You were feeling a bit scared when Steve sounded demented just now .
Y/n: Steve , he’s my scene partner ! We were just running lines for LSH . He’s playing Seymour while I’m Audrey . They are love interest, so we are line reading silly .
Steve : love interest ? Right … I guess I never heard anything about that , so what , you guys kiss or something ?
Y/n: Steve what’s gotten into you ? You know this is just business. Work of an actor .
Steve : when we’re you gonna tell me ?
Y/n: Steve I was , okay , we just decided to do this . Plus you were on the plane too . babe , please don’t act like this . First you got upset about my director and now my scene partner. Honey, look at me .
You cup Steve’s face and he looked into your eyes , looking like a lost puppy. Almost the verge of tears .
Y/n : Mitch is gay . I promise you that . There’s nothing going on . I love you and only you .
Steve sighed of relief. He pulls you on for a big hug and nuzzles into your neck , tears are rolling down his face .
Y/n: why are you crying babe ?
Steve : I’m sorry … I just lose it when I know there’s some guy lingering around you . I’m not this way. But when you went away for college, I was alone . Has so many thoughts in my head . I just don’t ever wanna loss you y/n. I love you too much .
You pull away and look at him .
Y/n: Steve … you always have me . You don’t have to apologize. I promise , no matter what happens , we will make it work. I love you and only you . .
Steve holds you me hand that’s on his cheek and his it . You wipe his tears away. Yo I two look into each others eyes of pure bliss. Feeling vulnerable. Both kiss of pure passion and hold each other. You two begin to deepen the kiss as it became a hot make out session , Steve slips his tongue into your mouth as you let him in for a entrance . Both tongues wrestled into each other mouths exploring one another swamping saliva around back and forth .
You ran your fingers into Steve’s hair and massage the back of his head , as you still French kiss with Steve . He then reaches for your ass. With his large hands gently touching your bum and squeezing it just so softly.
The kissing was getting heating with full of the pheromones and testosterone. Both moaning with passion . You pull back for air .
Y/n: Steve ?
Steve: yeah ?
Y/n: what do you say about making love on a subway train ?
Steve was confused on what that meant but started to get really horny and was up for anything new to try at this point .
Steve: I mean..I’m really pint up right now . Getting hot and bothered right now from kissing.
He smirks .
Wouldn’t we be seen in a public transport ? Although the idea of someone catches us is kind of turning me on . The thrill that is .
He kisses you again .
Y/N: Oh you don’t worry , at a certain hour , and a certain train that runs , there are hardly anyone going on it.
You had a mischievous plan but to just spice things up of no care in the world right now .
Steve : well alright then , if this mean I can get a fast of that pretty pussy of yours, I don’t care about some public indecency.
He kisses you down on your bare neck and to your shoulder and grabs your hand to place over his hard throbbing cock as he pants .
Steve : you feel how hard I am for you ? He cooes .
This is what you do to me .
He whispers that into your ear, sending shivers down your spine .
Y/n: well let’s go then . To the the subway train to give you the best thrill of your life .
You said to Steve in sultry tone .
Moments later
you and Steve walked down the street to the subways route you knew that doesn’t always have many people traveling on . But there was just a couple on there . You two sat in the front and just sat next to each other Leaning on one another .
Steve : I thought you said there wouldn’t be anyone here ?
Y/n: shhhh, patience , it will all happen soon.
-In the meantime , you guys made out . Steve was keeping an eye out as he was sucking face with you , peeping here and there . Noticing some folks were looking at y’all weird with the PDA like y’all were two horny teenagers. Even though you guys are both consents young adults . The only people on the train were just 3 people. Every stop came , they all got off the subway.
Now, it was just you two finally .
As the love making was about to happen , “In the Air of the Night” by Phil Collins is what sets this particular mood and scene. A reference to the train scene in “risky business”.
-SMUT BEGINS-
You stand up from your seat and hover Steve. The sexual tension was definitely growing now . You stroke his hair gently , brushed your fingertips along his jawline. Taking off his jacket, slowly unbuttoning his buttons down shirt . The posture of doing was hurting your back a bit , so decided to straddle on his lap instead for a moment. Both legs on the side of him. As you unbutton more buttons of his shirt to the where his belt was at, you untucked it quickly .
You rubbed your hands and fingers along his hair chest so gently and slow , admiring his body, as he had his large palms place in your waist . He looked at you with pure bliss , but with lust as well. You smashed your lips on his mouth.
He slid his tongue into your mouth. Ready to devour you. Both tongues swirling into each others mouths . Things were getting heated now . Steve made his way to your neck , kissing , licking , and sucking. Once he got to your sweet part of your neck, your head just arched and so did your back.
You let out a moan.
“Mmmm” you cooed .
Steve was hungry for more . He slid down your dress straps, kissed down to your breast, he squeezed them both a little roughly and played with them, massaged them even as he was licking your cleavage.
“Oh Steve “ you moaned so sultry .
“Oh y/n “ he panted .
You pulled on his hair when he caressed your breasts , he pulled your dress to where your breast were just bare. your tits we’re already hard.
Steve : I need you so much right now .
He whimpered . He grabbed your tit into his mouth and sucked on it as he was pinching and twisting the other.
Y/n: oh god …
The moans grew more . Steve rotated to your other breast to give it attention too . You stood up in front of him and just looked at him with a seductive stare . With your bare tits out . Steve’s mouth was ajar , with a tiny bit of his saliva dripping from sucking on your boobs. You reached down to his belt and unbuckled it , unbuttoning his jeans , and zipper. As your eyes widen open with his hard cock sprung out of his boxers .
Steve reaches under your short dress and slowly pulls down your panties with his hands gliding along your thighs, sending shivers down your spine . He looked up at you as he did that, not taking his eyes off of you.
Steve : I need to taste you ..I need your pussy on my mouth now .
Y/n: Oh Steve , please ..
You cooed .
You had to get in position for him to properly eat you out . So you lifted you leg over the seat to angle that his face can lick your dripping wet cunt . Steve dives his head down under your dress, he lifts it up and moves your folds and starts to licking your wet pussy . He puts his tongue to work to make you cum . You bucked your hips into his face to arch your back of the seat behind you. Masking it more accessible for Steve to really get in there all over giving you head , going all the way town on you . You help on the rail be side you as he continued to eat you S
Steve : mmmm oh god baby, you taste even more delicious.
He slurps your juices . His head was going up and won as he was licking and sucking you’re clit and swirling up and down your Vulva . Massaging your swollen bud to get you ready to climax . Your mouth and eyes were wide open, huddling and panting when he was hitting your good spot. Your stomach was coiling of the euphoria you were in.
Y/n: OH GOD , OH MY GOD OH MH GOD PLEASE ! please , ALMOST … THERE!
You moaned for so hard for that climax. Steve didn’t just want you to cum on his mouth, but for you to cum in his cock instead . Steve stops sucking on your clit and quickly grabs your body as he shimmy’s to get his pants off with his hard dick ready to fuck you.
Steve : get over here darling , I need your juices on my cock as you cum .
You pushed your wet, drenched , pussy on his cock. He was inside you now .
“Ahhh “ you both moaned .
You moved your body up and down on his dock, as he was pushing you with the rhythm of the bouncing on him. He always loved you on top .
Y/n: “oh yeahhhh”
Steve : ahhh , oh god , I’m gonna cum . Please cum for me baby .
You bounced up and down more on him, your back arch as you reached that climax .
“Oh GODDDDD”. You moaned so loud cause you can with no one on the train .
You both panted and huffed after finishing your love making on the train. Talk about that f stays coming to life . You both held onto each other and smashed each others lips on one another.
Steve : wow , I really love this idea of love making on a train.
You both laughed at each other and just smiled with pure bliss and quickly got dressed since the groaned was about to make a stop . Within the time , you both are clothed , and the train made its way back to your apartment.
……The next morning …..
You were sleeping in your bed and noticed Steve wasn’t next to you , with a concerned look, you hear music blasting in the living room. “Old time rock n roll” was playing .
And see Steve in his underwear, his PJ shirts, and white socks on but no pants !
He was dancing all around your apartment, lol singing into a prop microphone you had lying around, sliding around the floors being silly . You came around the corner and saw him and busted out laughing . Steve turns around wearing his ray bands and was blushing . He turns down the music.
Steve : uh …surprised ? He said so embarrassed.
Y/n: I see . You giggled.
Steve : just thought I had some fun and see your reaction . Also last night y/n , was truly amazing .
He comes towards you and hugs you closely and kissed your head.
Y/n: I love you Steve .
Steve: I love you more y/n .
You both shared a passionate kiss on the apartment as the Sun rays gleamed on y’all of pure bliss.
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Share us your wisdom of the Overwatch cookbook
Alright so let's get started on the little bits of lore sprinkled in this book! In the book the recipes are separated into continents so I'll do the same here.
Also please not this book came out awhile ago so many characters are not going to be included. I am forever asking for a new cook book everyday.
I'm only really going to get into the descriptions but if people want I can analyse the recipes themselves, but I think you would need to specify the specific character.
Anyway let's get into it!!
The Americas
Cassidy
Cassidy always got Carne Adovada when he was in New Mexico, he specifically got it from this whole-in-the-wall on Route 66 just outside Albuquerque. It also states that he got a "hearty serving" of it.
Cassidy often has Bizcochitos when celebrating or just when he's having a break. It also seems like he enjoys them specifically because they remind him of home. I personally read that as they were something his family made pre-crisis.
Cassidy's cocktail of choice is called "Deadeye", it's sold at the Calaveras bar. It contains four black tea bags and four ounces of bourbon. making it like that gives you two servings. Also the description of this drink implies that Cassidy regularly put bourbon in his coffee.
The drinks name being "Deadeye" could imply that the bartender named it after Cassidy. The description of Deadeye also comfirms that Cassidy is a regular at Calaveras.
Ashe
Corn pudding is a comfort food for Ashe, B.O.B often makes it after a heist has gone sideways. She also eats it after every encounter with Cassidy. B.O.B makes it without being asked.
Ashe doesn't like a lot of deserts because of her parents neglect and the amount of bad birthday's she's had, however, Orange Crème Caramel, a flan dessert, is one or the few deserts she likes, even calling it one of her favourites.
Ashe's choice of drink to unwind with after a long day of running the Deadlock gang is Texas fizz. It also seems like her drinks of choice are more on the fizzy side.
None of her recipes imply that she cooks anything herself.
Soldier 76
Jack and Ana often made pancakes in the morning before Overwatch collapsed, Jack often adding cinnamon and orange zest to the batter to give it more flavour. When asked Jack would say the flavour would give the pancakes a little extra pick-me-up first thing in the mourning.
Jack's family had a meatloaf night and a chicken-and-biscuits Sunday.
Jack often makes an old family recipe when he's feeling wistful, specifically he makes a "Tater Tot hot dish", it basically a shepherd's pie with potato gems (tater tots) instead of mash potato. The reason he makes this dish specifically is because of how flexible it is, allowing him to use whatever meat and veg is on hand.
Before he and Vincent broke up Jack tended to make Hoosier Sugar Cream Pie for them both during the rare peaceful weekends.
The 76 was a milkshake Jack used to get after working on his families farm in the summer.
He grew up in Bloomington, Indiana. (idk if that's been mentioned anywhere else)
From all the recipes he has I think it's safe to say that Jack has a sweet tooth (like seriously all the recipes have a ungodly amount of sugar, even the tater tot one-)
Reaper
Reyes go to breakfast is a Breakfast Quesadilla, something that he has always made even when growing up in Los Angeles.
Even as Reaper he can still eat regular food, something I have seen people ask if he can still do.
In the early OW days Ana, Jack and Gabe often sat down and shared some churros. His go to food after a rough day is Chili Con Queso.
Reyes made his own cocktail, called the "Scythe", to drink after a difficult Blackwatch mission, such as the Venice Incident... when I say there is a lot of alcohol in this drink I mean it-
Sombra
Molletes are Sombra's go to food while she's working (I've made this recepie and same girl same)
Sombra's Sopa Azteca recepie implies one of two things about her, one she was taken in by a family at some point, or two she managed to get a home on her own when she was a kid. My bet is on the former since it's implied she doesn't really make it herself. Though this does seem to be a comfort food from her childhood.
Sombra likes Conchas and it's implied that she gets them from the Bakery Alejandra and her mother work at/own.
Sombra favouite cocktail is the Dorado Sunset, something that seems to be a common cocktail in Dorado but the Bartender at Calaveras makes the recepie shown in the cookbook specifically for her. This confirms what it does for Cassidy and that is the fact that they are both regulars.
Lucio
Lucio's go to snack is Pao De Queijo.
Lucio tends to go fishing, or that at least what his Moqueca recipe description reads to me.
Lucio's father made him Brigadeiros on his birthday, leading to Lucio considering them a very special treat.
(in all honesty the descriptions for Lucio's recepies are small and don't really reveal much so-)
Africa
Ana
Ana never learned how to cook because of missions and training, so her go to meals were salad and soups.
Most of the recipes Ana did know were recipes she made for or with Fareeha.
The descriptions of Ana's recipes never mention Sam, only ever mentioning sharing these recipes with Fareeha, further signifying that Ana and Sam are divorced though it seems to me that it was earlier in Fareeha's life then I initially thought.
Pharah
Baked Kibbeh is a recepie she learned from Ana and after Ana's "death" it was a comfort food for her.
Canadian Butter tarts are something that both Fareeha and her father bond over and often share during the holidays.
This is were Cassidy and Sam's relationship is described as "complicated". It's also implied that Pharah was often sent to spend the holidays with Sam, meaning Ana seemingly had majority custody over Fareeha.
Sometimes, Pharah dreams of just sitting down with her mother and sharing a glass of Sahlab.
Doomfist
Doomfist seems to be similar to Ashe in being implied to just... not cook for himself.
Before missions he eats a bowl of Jollof rice, something he did bac when he was doing martial arts.
When he was a kid his favourite sweet was shuku shuku.
Doomfist considers gin over rum because it's more sophisticated.
Orisa
Puff Puff's are one of Efi's go to foods, they are also mentioned a lot in the Hero of Numbani novel.
Efi made a Sundae inspired off of Orisa.
Efi's go to drink when working is hibiscus tea.
Europe
Tracer
Lena comfort food is Sticky Toffee Pudding, she often makes it whens she's feeling low to remind herself of what she's fighting for.
Lena's favourite meal is fish and chips, specifically the ones from Bell's Fish and Chips.
Lena and Emily like to share Battenberg cake, usually after a date at the movies.
Lena got a Primm's cocktail renamed after her after her efforts in restoring peace after the Kings Row Uprising. The drink was renamed the Cavalry Charge and it is something even Torb enjoys. Though he does mutter to himself that he should have never given her that catchphrase.
Moira
Moira's go to breakfast is a Full Irish Breakfast washed down with a cup of coffee
Moira and her family had regular Sunday Family Dinners, to the point were Guinness Stew is a comfort food for her. It is something she makes when she's craving the warmth and comfort of home.
Moira makes Barmbrack after a day in the lab though she sometimes changes the original recipe to fit with the tastes of Oasis, implying that she sometimes shares this dish with her colleagues there.
Torbjorn
Torbjorns favourite thing to cook is kroppkakor because how easy it is to tinker with.
Ingrid is a chemical engineer and she a very inquisitive, something she passed down to Brigitte, and to the surprise of no one her apple pie the favourite of one Angela Zeigler.
Brigitte
Toast Skagen seems to be her go to brain food, often eating it when she's working on something.
Brigitte like donuts, but not more then semlor buns.
Brigs go to drink is the Saft Drink, however she often changes the recipe to include a variety of different things each time, only ever using a template to help her make the drink.
Widowmaker
Widow often cooks herself since she is now living in her the abandoned Château Gilliard, one of her go to meals is Vichyssoise, which she finds fitting due to it being served cold.
Gratin Dauphinois was a favourite of Amelie and Gerard's, now she only really eats it for sustenance.
Widow loves pavlova, both when she was Amelie and even now as Widowmaker. She often eats it after a successful mission.
It's implied in the desciption of her "Widows Kiss" drink that she drinks it at the end of every day, she likes the bite of the drink.
Reinhardt
To no ones surprise Reinhardt eats a lot.
Kasespatzle is a comfort food for Reinhardt, often eating either for his own enjoyment or because he is feeling discouraged.
One of the things that help Reinhardt remember the possotive memories he has in Eichenwalde is the cake that is made there.
Reinhardt is a loud but fun drunk.
Bastion
Bastion likes Bird-Shaped Pretzels
Bastion knows how to make treats for birds.
Mercy
Mercy's go to meal is Bircher Muesli, she often recomends it to patients and even made Genji eat it while he was in recovery. Though he seemed to have not enjoy it at the beginning he has since grown to like it.
Like Cassidy, Angela takes enjoyment in eating cookies while taking a break or just when she's feeling overwhelmed, her favourite cookie is the Basler Brunsli.
Angela often mixes brandy in with her tea after a life-threatening ordeal.
Australia
Junkrat
Junkertown has a local burger called, well, Junkertown loaded Burger, which is one of Junkrats favourite meals.
Honestly these recipes confirm my belief that Junckrat should not be allowed near a kitchen.
Junkrat like Boba, idk if this is in his emote or not but it's not just a little reference, Junkrat just likes boba.
Roadhog
Roadhog often makes snack mixes because he and Junkrat never really have time for a full meal.
Roadhog used to be a farmer before the crisis, from this time fairy bread has become a comfort food.
Asia
Genji
Genji and Hanzo both loved the Rikimaru ramen shop when they were younger, often challenging eachother to see who could eat the spiciest bowl. Though Genji has made peace with his past those happy days with his bother still weigh heavily on him.
Soba-cha custard was something invented by the Shimada chef as a way to reward Genji and Hanzo for studying. Genji used to eat his on the roof of Shimada castle in order to look over the rest of Hanamura.
Green Dragon Tea seems to be something Genji made while he was under the teachings of Zenyatta.
Hanzo
Hanzo seemingly doesn't know how to cook complex meals like the ones he used to eat with the Shimada clan, right now he often eats simplistic dishes like Tamago Kake Gohan.
When he was younger Hanzo would have Shimada Tempura to reward himself after getting all his jobs done, his doesn't eat it anymore but the smell of it brings him back to a simpler time.
As a child Hanzo used to enjoy Sakura Mochi during Hanami
DVA
Hana's favourite food, other than chips and nano-cola, is Kimbap, so much so that when her fanbase found out MEKA made an official MEKA Kimbap, specific to all of Hana's favourite fillings.
When Hana finally takes a break, Dae-hyun tends to make her his Japchae.
Hotteok are Hana and Dae-hyun's go to victory food.
Hana has a drink named after her, well more specifically her mech, called the Bunny Hop Punch, it is one of her favourite drinks to order
Mei
Mei often cooked for her friends at the Ecopoint, now when she cooks she gets a bitter sweet feeling. Even so, she still cooks the recipes she did back at the Ecopoint to relive the good times she had with her team. This includes when she makes hot chocolate.
Despite cooking a lot, Mei was never able to make certain recipes out in Antarctica, now though with her travelling the world she can make more of the food she wanted.
Zarya
Her favourite soup, Borscht, might be the inspiration for her hair colour. This was also something she had often as a child, along with being one of her favourite meals.
Like many others Zarya got a drink named after her called the Super Nova, it is a pink twist on the White Russian.
Symmetra
Pakora is a childhood favourite of Satya's, though she can't eat it a lot with Viskar, she still enjoys a plate when she can.
Symmetra often enjoys the flaovors of the food from her home, even though it is worlds apart from the food Vishkar serves. It is a comfort food for her.
Symmetra likes making Kaju Katli because she can make the dough into any shape she wants.
Zenyatta
Zenyatta often uses food to spread empathy and understanding, often using it as a way to bond with the people he encounters.
Zenyatta often make Vegan Momos to share with those met meets during his travels, Genji being one of these people
The go to Tea for the human Shambali pilgrims is Tibetan Butter Tea.
The Moon
Winston
Winston likes Pineapple on Pizza, this type of Pizza was often enjoyed on Gibraltar and other Watch points, often being on the centre of the table
Harold Winston used to make Lunar Colony Pies for Winston before he died, Winston still has fond memories of these pies
Bananas are WInstons least favourite food, only tolerating them if they are dipped in peanut butter
Wrecking Ball
Hammonds favouite snack is a wrecking ball made out of cheese... because it's a wrecking ball made out of cheese.
That's all for now, and if you'll excuse me, I am very tired after writing that all out-
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Walker episode 2 review
Cordell, Trey, and Cassie find themselves watching over the episode’s titular character, Maybelline Pratt, a state witness in a money laundering case. Maybeline has the charm of all 4 Golden Girls characters as well as their combined age. Like Sophie Petrillo, she gave Trey the slip and tried to hotwire a patrol car with a wrench, because that’s how they do in Sicily. Like Blanche Devereaux, she loves flirting with Trey even as they take turns running away from each other. Like Dorothy Zbonak, she is full of judgment stares and sass and keeps calling Cordell by the wrong surname. Rangers over the age of 50 are smitten with her because every red-blooded male that grew up in the 70s and 80s fell in love with Karen Allen and Kathleen Turner and their smokey voices. Harrison Ford to this day can’t stand Indiana Jones fanboys approaching him to only want to talk about Marion Ravenwood and “that voice”.
Maybelline has the Rose Nylund naivety thinking she can just go back to St. Olaf and carried a metal file in her oversized purse to escape from WITSEC. Cordell decided one of them need to take her home. Trey and Cassie were “not it” and Cordell reluctantly take her to Walker ranch while the 2 security officers assigned to her secure the area. Maybelline soften her attitude towards Cordell when she sees family pictures and learn of Emily’s passing. Later in the middle of the night, Cordell finds Maybelline having “just to taste” bourbon at the dinner table and the two have a heart to heart over Cordell’s worry over his children leaving the nest.
“The days are long, but the years are short”, Maybelline tells Cordell, and while children appear not to listen, they are always watching. The fact that Stella and August feel comfortable enough to leave home just means he (and Emily) did a good job raising them, and they’ll likely come back one day. Just like Cordell and Liam did.
Cordell found it easier to talk to a stranger about his anxiousness over being ill prepared for "the quiet" once his kids are gone. Stella too, found it easier to talk to Ben about her guilt over Witt’s death and had even shut Liam out. In attempt to make peace with her conflicting conscious, she visits a roadside memorial where Witt succumbed to his gun shot injury. Unexpectantly Witt’s uncle, Mike, shows up and seems kind, which made Stella feel worse and she flees. Then Mike ominously calls someone to say he found something “interesting”. Looks like there will be a second mystery to go with the unsolved Jackal case as we never learn why Witt broke into Geri’s house. Speaking of which…
Cassie had updated Geri (and us) that she decided to return to the Texas Rangers. Later Geri offers Cassie to move into her house, referencing the break in that it would be a good idea to have a ranger around. While Cassie is thrilled and accepted Geri’s offer, you know that Cordell would be worried about their girl talks. At least I would be.
Cordell, Trey, and Cassie brings Maybelline to court to give her testimony only to walk right into a trap to distract them so that the baddies can kidnap Maybelline. Cue lively soundtrack as a car chase through the parking garage to rescue Maybelline ends in beat down fights by Cordell and Trey. Maybelline bats her Blanche Devereaux lashes at Trey for saving her. Cordell insists it was a team effort.
At home, Cordell waits for August to discuss the issue of him wanting to join an after school boot camp to ready himself for the military, but he needs a signed permission slip from his father. Earlier August asked Bonham to go over Cordell’s head and convince Trey, who is running the program, to let him join. In the season 3 finale, Cordell wouldn’t give his permission to let August join the military while he is underage. When Bonham tries to broach the subject with Cordell, he immediately shuts it down because he wants to put off of August growing up as long as he can. But after his midnight conversation with Maybelline, Cordell is ready to have a talk with August.
Cordell explains that while he has no regret over his own tour in the military, he can’t help wondering if he missed out on other options and he doesn’t want that for August. But, if this is really what August wants, he'll be supportive, no matter how much he'll worry over his “only son” and “baby boy”. August is thrilled and promised to follow Cordell’s condition that he is present for every Sunday dinner and keep up his schoolwork. A flashback scene from the pilot episode shows Cordell telling a 14-year-old August he didn't mean for his son to grow up quickly after his mother's death, adding to Cordell’s bittersweet demeanor.
We have "the quiet" before the storm with Cordell, Liam, Ben, and Stella having fun together playing darts at the Side Step. Stella returns to her dorm to find a threatening message on the window written in red paint.
Speculation #2: Witt didn't die from his gunshot wound and was murdered on the roadside by the same person who left the threatening message to Stella.
Score: 9 out of 10. What started out a light-hearted episode ends with a horror movie jump scare, a kind of metaphor for parental struggle and angst.
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It’s months post-Starcourt, but the “fire” is still a mainstay on every local station. Newscasters pluck experts out of the woodwork, investigators and fire marshals, even a conspiracy theorist or two, and every stupid interview fades into the background as the mundanity of Hawkins, Indiana settles across the town like a well-worn blanket. It has become a part of the local color, rolled out at events, when cameras spotlight the new mayor, the new police chief, the high school sports teams trotting out in thinner numbers than before.
Steve skulks away from all the pomp and circumstance of the pep rally, the echoes in the gym sealed inside as the heavy metal doors slam shut behind him. He shoves his hands in his pockets, glances right and then left, over his shoulder and back again. Why is he nervous? He shouldn’t be nervous. He checks his watch, taps it as though the hands are lying to him, as if he needs to shake them awake. Time is moving too slow. He decides to trek out early.
This is for Billy. Steve repeats this in his head over and over again, a reminder, because Billy is healing but the healing is slow, and he’s in so much pain all the time, and nothing is touching it, — nothing is helping him. Steve’s pretty sure that Neil’s restricting his medications, that he’s not giving Billy the best chance at getting better, and the mere thought of it makes his blood boil. His heart breaks at every wince, every sharp inhale, every coiled muscle. Steve has held Billy, sobbing, in agony, for too many nights. He can’t just do nothing. He feels useless and he hates it. He has to do something. He has to help somehow.
The thought entered his brain sometime in the last week, on one of the many sleepness nights he’d spent hunkered in the dark of Forest Hills Trailer Park, the trailer empty save for Max dozing on the couch in the living room, Billy curled miserably in Steve’s lap in the bedroom.
“I’m sorry,” Steve whispered, stroking Billy’s tear-stained cheek. “I’m sorry, baby. I know it hurts.”
He’d already shaken every last orange bottle cluttering the nightstand, all of them empty. Max had scrounged in the bathroom but only came up with a few Tylenol capsules and some kind of muscle cream, neither of which would do Billy much good. Neil was supposed to refill Billy’s prescriptions, had snatched them from Susan’s hands when she’d offered to do it, but so far he’d only come home with brown bags of bourbon and the occasional six pack.
Steve had been holding Billy, rocking him, trying desperately to comfort him, when the arc of Eddie Munson’s headlights across the way caught his attention. An idea formed, and now Steve is sitting at a rickety picnic table in the middle of the woods staring at the black lunch box Eddie had slammed onto the wooden slats.
“It’s not for me,” Steve says, leaning over to peer into the box, reaching in and frowning at the little baggies of weed. He plucks one up, sniffs it, is surprised to find that it’s not some knock-off. He’d almost expected oregano. Such disappointment would align with his mood.
“You don’t have to lie, Stevie,” Eddie says, coy, teasing, as if he thinks that Steve is trying to keep whatever reputation has clung to him since high school.
Steve shakes his head, admits the truth, “It’s for a friend.” Well, a half truth. He eyes Eddie, wondering how much he can trust this boy he’d barely looked twice at since elementary school.
“Sure, man,” Eddie shrugs, still not believing him. “As long as your friend can pay.”
Steve resumes his shopping, sifting through Eddie’s supply. “You got anything stronger than this?” he asks, pinching a baggie between two fingers.
Eddie whistles. “Harrington still likes to party.”
“Listen,” Steve says, harsher than he means to, and Eddie stills. “It’s— I’m…” He sighs heavily, flings the weed back into the metal box and scrubs his hands over his face. Eventually he says, “It’s for Billy.”
“Oh.” Eddie’s features soften.
“I know his family moved out by you,” Steve says, choosing his words carefully. “I don’t know how much you’ve seen of him.”
“Not much,” Eddie admits. “I know he was in the fire,” he says. “That he got hurt.”
Steve can’t help but snort — derision, disgust, annoyance all bubbling to the surface. “The fire,” he scoffs, shaking his head. Then he remembers himself, recalls the purpose of this particular mission. He composes himself, says, “He got really hurt. It’s bad. I’m…worried about him.”
Steve isn’t sure he likes the way that Eddie looks at him when he says, sincerely, “Yeah. Sure.” He looks like he knows something. Hell, he probably does. Steve gets sloppy when he’s nervous, and visiting Billy sets every nerve-ending ablaze. He doesn’t doubt that he’s parked too close to the trailer once or twice, that Eddie may have seen the Beamer cut through the back entrance of the park.
“I just want to help him,” Steve says.
Eddie looks down. He digs a bitten-down nail against the knotted wood of the table, bites his lip, scuffs the heel of his sneaker against the dirt beneath him. “I like Billy,” he says after a while, and when he looks up Steve can tell that he means it. “I mean, I don’t know him well. Not like you do.” Again, that look, that wisdom, that knowledge. “But I like him. We smoked together a couple times. He’s a good guy, underneath it all.”
“Yeah,” Steve agrees. “He is.”
Eddie is quiet for a moment, and then for two. Steve finds himself anxious, worried that Eddie might decide that he doesn’t like Billy enough to help him. Then Eddie takes a deep breath and asks, “How bad’s the pain?”
“Really bad,” Steve answers quickly. “If it’s a scale of one to ten, he’s off the chart. He’s supposed to be on— I…I don’t remember the name of it. But, his family…” This isn’t Steve’s business, not his story to tell. He bites his tongue, keeps it simple. “Money’s tight. He can’t always get his meds. But he can’t survive on baby aspirin and ibuprofen, you know? He’s not in good shape.”
Eddie takes this all in and then he asks, “Will you be with him tonight?” When Steve fumbles, Eddie clarifies, “All my stronger stuff’s back home. I don’t carry it around — too expensive, not worth the risk. But for Billy…” He opens his palms. “I’ll stop in. He can take what he wants. But someone should probably stay with him. I’ve got prescriptions. Safe enough. But, new meds and all, and if he’s as fucked up as you say…”
“I’ll be with him,” Steve says. Eddie smiles and Steve thinks that he’s got him, that he’s got them, all figured out.
For his part, Eddie keeps his promise. He arrives at the trailer under the cover of night. Max is gone for the night, a much-needed sleepover with El granting a brief reprieve. Steve is on the couch with Billy lounging against him pretending not to be uncomfortable. The pain gets worse at night, and Steve can feel in setting in, can tell by the way Billy’s muscles spasm and tense, by the soft little whines that escape when Billy shifts in his spot.
Steve is relieved when Eddie knocks on the door, a feeling that is only half-tempered by Billy’s lack of reaction to Eddie seeing them together, so close, so exposed. Billy’s shirt is off, the fabric too scratchy and painful to bear. Only a thin veil of gauze hides the worst of his still-healing injuries, red, angry scars snaking out from beneath them. Billy barely moves away from Steve, even grabs onto him to help ease himself upright, as Eddie lets himself inside.
The transaction is swift, easy. Eddie presents pill bottles like offerings and Billy turns them over in his hands, selecting a drug with a name he recognizes. Eddie is casual, friendly; he charges a nominal fee that Billy scoffs at even as he downs the pills, dry-swallowing in one gulp.
Eddie lingers after the exchange, settling at the far end of the couch, watching music videos with Steve and Billy as the night stretches on.
It’s not long before Billy begins to slump against Steve, body uncoiling as he snuggles close, his head tucked beneath Steve’s chin, resting on Steve’s chest. Steve holds him there, cards a hand through Billy’s hair, wants to cry because Billy isn’t and he’s so damn grateful for that.
As Billy drifts off, Steve looks to Eddie, opens his mouth to thank him, but stops when he sees Eddie’s furrowed brow, his frown. “What’s wrong?” Steve asks.
Eddie blinks, tries to look away from the roadmap of scars cross-crossing Billy’s back but can’t. “It wasn’t a fire,” he says plainly, eyes flicking to Steve’s, “was it?”
Steve is quiet for a long while. He holds Billy closer, as though afraid that confessing the truth will somehow take him away. He’s spent so many nights dwelling on the look of him, small and bleeding, gasping for breath, on the floor of the mall. He’s spent so much time scared of losing him.
“No,” Steve says eventually. “It wasn’t a fire.”
Eddie slides closer. He places his hand on top of Steve’s, which is holding Billy’s. He looks like he might say something, but he doesn’t. He just sits there, squeezing Steve’s hand, which squeezes Billy’s. Steve finds he likes the feeling, the warm weight of Eddie’s quiet understanding, his gentle support.
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moonflower
Chapter 2: Instead
The train rumbles loudly under Will’s feet where he leans against its large window, the dreary April morning providing a cool place to rest his head. He’d spent the last week selling most of his things and putting the rest of them in storage. The only person available to help him move was his crotchety old neighbor who only said yes after he bought him an expensive bottle of bourbon and gave him the rest of his carton of Camels.
But he’d squirreled away a pack for himself though, and now his mouth twitched with the craving for a long drag. There’s no one watching him in the lonely train car and so to quell it, he reaches for the small flask he has hidden in the side pocket of his backpack, and takes two long swigs.
It burns as it goes down into his empty stomach and he clears his throat, then wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. He’s already had a couple drinks this morning after unsuccessfully trying to lay off for a few days, and yet he can’t get his knee to stop shaking with the anxiety of heading back to Indiana. The closer he gets the worse he feels, the shadow that forever follows him getting stronger, bigger, and looming over him with every mile closer to Hawkins. It makes the hair on the back of his neck stand on end and sends a dreadful shiver up his spine.
He pulls his old, comfortable hoodie up around his neck and his tattered cap down over his head, bringing his knees to his belly and wishing for sleep. It never comes.
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the raccoon, the witch, & the roadtrip.
part two. pennsylvania. ohio. indiana.
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rocket & wanda | part 2/6 | word count: 806.
rocket appreciates the turnpikes. the heroes discuss music, memories, and state-of-the-art tech.
During a watch party for Avengers: Endgame on Twitter, Markus revealed the idea to team Wanda with the Guardian of the Galaxy captain actually made it into several versions of the film's script. "We had whole drafts with Wanda on a road trip with Rocket," Markus wrote, "but after the Vision plot in Infinity War, nothing we came up with was anything but wheel spinning for her character." CBR
“What’s this place?”
Wanda glances over at Rocket from behind the steering wheel. He looks like a child: sitting on three hardbound textbooks the Hulk had dug out of somewhere, legs swinging casually over the edge of the chair. He’d spent the first two hours fussing with his seatbelt, muttering about how Terran transport vehicles are deathtraps before either satisfying or resigning himself.
The car is currently gliding through a twisting crevasse, cut deep into old mountains. Outside, the spring thaw is melting snow into little waterfalls that cascade off the manufactured cliffsides, carefully funneled away from the road. A sign warning of rockslides floats past. The trees are budding and there are little pink and yellow sprays of wildflowers peeking through the patches of grass.
“The Pennsylvania Turnpike?” Wanda offers uncertainly.
“Huh.” The Captain of the Guardians of the Galaxy — down from six but up to three — swings his feet again. She can see his face reflected in the passenger window. His ruby-flecked, bourbon-brown eyes glow, wide and thoughtful. “It’s kinda pretty.”
Wanda blinks at the road ahead.
“You like music?” Rocket asks, feet still swinging.
She cants another sideways glance down in his direction. “I do.”
“What kind?”
She lets out a huff of air — almost a laugh. It feels strange. It’s been a while. About five years, actually. “Sokovian rock,” she tells him archly. “Some metal.” She raises a brow at him. “You know Sokovian music?”
Of course, she already knows the answer.
Still, he’s looking at her with nothing but open intrigue. “No,” he says frankly, and his eyes are hungry. “You got some?”
It’s not quite the response she’d expected. She tries to remember the last time anyone other than Vis had asked about — home. Had wanted to share her memories, know her life.Had wanted to hear the music she’d grown up with, and listen to it together.
Only Pietro, she thinks.
“No,” she says quietly. “I haven’t got anything.”
Rocket’s not sure how this planet goes from lush mountain forest into the flat nothingness of the Ohio Turnpike, but it does. As far as he’s concerned, this only confirms that every good thing on Terra has to be followed by a bad one.
And also, what the fuck is a turnpike? It doesn’t register in his damn translator.
Still, Cleveland’s not terrible when they stop for food — there’s some little cafe where they can eat outside, though Rocket’s surprised the witch doesn’t want to go in; it’s still kinda cold out for a baldbody, afterall. But it’s a good break in the monotony — especially before they start driving through an even more boring region that Wanda tells him is Indiana.
Thank fuck he’s got something to tinker with now, though.
He’d chewed on her response to his question about Sokovian music for a while. It had sounded like a sentiment that had lived in his own head for years — I ain’t got nothin’ — and he hadn’t even realized the sound of it had faded until he’d stood at the edge of a dead star and pretended to be some kind of captain.
I could lose a lot. Me, personally — I could lose a lot.
Then he’d asked Wanda if she’d had a zune.
The witch had blinked. “I — no. Nobody has zunes anymore.”
He’d scoffed. “I do.” He’d pulled Pete’s zune from his pocket and wagged it at her. “State-of-the-art music-portation and listening device,” he’d taunted, and something in the corner of her mouth had flickered.
“Most people use their smartphones nowadays,” she’d said — and her voice had been sort of mild instead of flat, which he’d counted as a win. “They’re a little newer,” she’d added apologetically. “Better tech.”
He’d dipped his head and stared at the zune. For some reason, the words had felt like a bruise in his heart, and he’d scrubbed his knuckles against his metal breastbone. “Better, how?”
She’d glanced at him again and shrugged one shoulder. “Faster. Sleeker. They hold more data, and they can access the Internet. Make calls, send texts. All sorts of things.” She’d shrugged again.
He’d dug his knuckles in hard to his sternum, trying to relieve — or maybe counterbalance — some of the pressure there, and he’d stared down at the zune. “This was Pete’s.” The words had come out before he’d been able to drag them back. He’d never intended to say them in the first place.
The witch hadn’t said anything, and he’d slid his tongue over the front of his teeth, then had cast a sideways look up at her, trying to keep his face nonchalant.
“Those smartphones ain’t got more than three hundred songs on ‘em though, right?”
Her eyes had flicked to him, then back to the road. “Oh, absolutely not,” she’d said, so confidently that he’d immediately felt smug. “Fewer, I think.”
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MC Mixer 2023 - H&D Party Habits
My submission for @choicesmcmadness' MC Mixer, Week 3.
When will they arrive?
Harper: Neither of us like being late, so--
Drake: We might make a detour.
Harper: What!
Drake: These places never have any decent whiskey.
Harper: You want to get pre-drinks.
Drake: Damn straight. You're dragging me to a party. I ain't socialising sober.
Harper: Right. We might be a bit late.
What are they drinking?
Drake: Whiskey.
Harper: More specficially, bourbon.
Drake: I'll have scotch sometimes. But that fancy pisswater can stay on the shelf.
Harper: For me it's cocktails - the more colourful and fruity, the better!
Drake: It literally looks like a unicorn barfed into a glass sometimes...
What kind of party-goer are they?
Drake: The non-going kind.
Harper: Haha, yes. Drake is not exactly the life of the party - he much prefers to hang out by the bar.
Drake: Some habits are hard to break.
Harper: *throws him a sidelong glance* But sometimes I can convince him to dance.
Drake: Sometimes. Though I'd rather just skip the party and take you somewhere where it's just us.
Harper: I know. But sometimes it's nice to meet new people.
Drake: Eh... People are overrated.
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the vacation diaries - entry two
entry one
eddie keeps a journal from your time together at the inn in upstate indiana.
a series of blurbs starting from the first morning after ’before there was a before’ in my steddieverse series.
warnings: 18+ themes, minors dni. mentions of seeing a therapist/being put on medication. otherwise, pure fluff.
dinner was a disaster. for me, at least. i think she thought it was pretty funny, and if i can get her to laugh instead of whatever wistful look she’s been pulling then maybe my suffering is okay. who fucking over cooks duck? it’s impossible to make duck dry. i wanted to send it back but i didn’t want them to spit in her desert. i’ve made better duck in wayne’s trailer! i’m so pissed.
don’t even get me started on the excuse for pasta primavera that was on her plate. of course she thought it was good — i thought maybe i made her palette a little more sophisticated over time. i guess not.
i think she felt a little better yesterday after she got out of the shower. a little refreshed. we mostly drove around to look at all the scenery out here — the snow makes it extra nice. we stopped by a diner for coffee and she held my hand the whole time again. i missed that. all those gentle touches. she got so reserved, i think maybe she felt like she had to earn them. she’s never have to earn gentleness from me. maybe it’s a learned behavior.
i think she felt a little better yesterday after she got out of the shower. a little refreshed. we mostly drove around to look at all the scenery out here — the snow makes it extra nice. we stopped by a diner for coffee and she held my hand the whole time again. i missed that. all those gentle touches. she got so reserved, i think maybe she felt like she had to earn them. she’s never have to earn gentleness from me. maybe it’s a learned behavior.
despite the awful food, dinner was fine-ish. i should've just jumped in the back and cooked everything instead. i promised when we got back home i'd make her something better. talking about home made her sad. she didn't say she was sad. but i could tell in her eyes that it made her think about steve. steve always orders pasta primavera when he goes out to dinner. it's always never as good as i make it at home.
she looked really pretty. she always does. she wore that lipstick i like and winked at me when she put it on in the mirror. i think sometimes when i look at her i'm gonna explode. she makes me want to fucking explode.
it was nice to kiss it all off after dinner. we came back here and hung out in the common area for a bit, made friends with some old folks and played checkers, they shared their bourbon with us. i taught her how to play chess. sort of taught her. she definitely still doesn’t get it but that’s okay. we played checkers with the old folks until they had to go to bed the way old folks do. she hasn’t smiled like that in a long time. her laugh is so genuine when she’s not trying to hide it from steve. the way the corners of her lips crease right before she’s about to giggle. i never see that anymore. i wanna make her laugh forever.
she kissed me up here and thanked me for dinner but she doesn’t have to. we made out a little a lot, and i know she wanted to fuck but i just didn’t feel like it was the right time. and like, who the fuck am i, right? when have i ever said no? but i don’t know, i just don’t want her to think i brought her up here to fuck it out of her. i want her to relax. i want it to be about her.
he called this morning. right when she left the room to go save us a table for breakfast. he's not sleeping, he called his doctor to find a shrink. he's scared they're gonna put him on pills, but maybe he needs pills. he sounds bad but he said he's not mad at me. i shouldn't care if he is or not, but it felt nice to hear him say it. he didn't ask to talk to her which i thought was brave but i know he was listening hard to hear her in the background.
i don't know what we're gonna do today, she's getting dressed and doing her hair. maybe we'll just drive around until we find something cool. take her shopping at some of the little kitchy stores that're over here. get some dumb christmas ornaments for next year.
i'm excited to kiss her again.
i'm more excited to hold her hand.
- ed
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