#seriously LOOK AT THAT TRAILER HOLY SHIT. holy shit. Holy Shit what the FUCK
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Thinking of Steddie Soulmates where you feel every pain your soulmate feels.
Thinking of little Steve feeling every backhand and punch from Eddie’s dad.
Thinking of little Eddie feeling Steve break his arm and the pain being so much worse because his parents refuse to take him to the hospital until the school gets involved.
Thinking of Eddie finally moving in with Wayne and sure, the paternal beating are done, but now he’s just a small town Freak that’s constantly targeted.
Thinking of Eddie and Steve in their Sophomore/Freshman years respectively, not knowing who the other is outside of rumors and (unknowingly) their shared pain.
Thinking of Eddie finally escaping pain, the bullying turning to mainly verbal shit.
Only to be thrust right back into pain because his soulmates a walking hazard.
Thinking of Eddie having no idea what’s going on when he suddenly feels like one giant bruise after Steve’s beat up by Jonathan. Eddie watching Steve fall from grace in his Junior year and not connecting the dots.
Billy coming along and smashing a fucking plate over Steve’s head while Eddie’s peacefully sleeping. Eddie jolting awake with a shout because /holy fucking shit ow—/
Neither of them connecting the dots.
Then Steve graduates, and Eddie’s held back. And the pain subsides for a bit.
And then fuck all happens in Starcourt and Eddie literally feels like he’s dying and Jesus H. Christ is his soulmate /ok/??? Like they are getting seriously fucked up.
And then that recedes and it ok for a while— Eddie will still get killer pains that seem to circulate in his chest and head, but that’s to be expected with whatever tf his poor soulmate is going through year after year.
And then the fuckery of March 1986 happens and Chrissy Cunningham is dead in his trailer— his home— and he’s wanted for fucking murder and hiding in Rick’s dingy ass boat house—
And then he’s shoving none other than Steve Harrington up against a wall with a broken bottle helps to his throat. Eddie’s so piped on adrenaline he barely feels the sting in his back, but he does feel the zing of pressure on his throat and ok /ow—/
And he’s staring at Steve Harrington, who looks kinda terrified and so pretty and Eddie’s holding a bottle to his throat and is that Dustin?—
And—
And holy shit.
Eddie’s eyes widen at the same time as Steve’s and the realization hits them both at once.
#stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson#dustin henderson#mike wheeler#robin buckley#will byers#lucas sinclair#steddie#max mayfield#el hopper#steddie fics#steddie idea#steddie soulmate au#gonna do smth with steve and robin being literal platonic soulmates#steve and eddie going through the bat bites#steve saving eddie in the UD because of their soul bond#i can’t think of anything else#I’m so fucking tired 😭#goodnight (probably)
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Trailer Park Steve AU part 5
part 1 | part 4
“…Henderson? Oh, holy shit, Henderson!!”
Eddie sounds like a kid on Christmas morning as he comes bounding across the street, movements like a great dane tripping over gangly limbs. He barrels into Dustin and tackles him in a great big hug, swings him off the ground in a circle and puts him back down so they can do some elaborate handshake with slaps and switchbacks and an ending tap-tap of their ankle bones.
What the fuck?
Steve watches this whole thing go down with his hands on his hips and his face doing something horribly sour because seriously what the actual fuck? Stupid handshakes with Henderson are his thing.
“What are you doing here, man?” Munson asks Dustin with a jovial pat on the back. Dustin’s squeezing him around the middle, tucked into his side like a little kid hugging a giant teddy bear, face just lit the fuck up with excitement over this. Steve feels his nostrils flare in a brief flash of petty rage.
“Steve!” he shouts happily. “Why didn’t you tell me you’re neighbors with Eddie?”
Eddie’s face falls when he looks up and sees Steve. Feeling’s mutual, dickwad.
“You’re here to see Harrington?” He asks in a voice like flat soda, all the earlier enthusiasm sucked out into the void. He takes a tiny step away from Dustin — just the smallest bit of distance, a subtle lightening of his touch against his shoulder — but Steve doesn’t miss the flicker of hurt that passes between Dustin’s brows. As if he needed another reason to hate this guy.
“Uh, yeah?” Dustin asks, confusion coloring his tone. “He’s my brother.”
“He’s your what?”
Steve’s chest swells with pride. “He said I’m his brother.”
“Not my blood brother,” Dustin clarifies, and Eddie makes a little noise. “But yeah. He’s fucking awesome. And you’re fucking awesome—”
“Language?” Steve tries for Claudia’s sake, but Dustin’s on a roll now, getting louder and more exuberant as he starts talking with his hands.
“—And oh, holy shit, this is the best! Wait ‘til I tell Mike and Lucas about this. With you guys living so close, we can hang out all the time! And we won’t even have to make two bike rides!”
Dustin leans in to squeeze Eddie in another hug, so stoked he’s bouncing on his toes a little (so stoked he doesn’t even bother to ask Eddie if it’s cool if the whole party shows up at his door, but that’s Dusty for you). His face is turned into the front of Eddie’s shirt, and over the top of his baseball cap Eddie gives Steve this look that Steve’s pretty sure he returns. Serious. Somber. Resigned. A fucking gallows stare, because…
Because fuck. Fucking- goddammit.
They’re gonna have to pretend to tolerate each other now. For Dustin.
Steve’s left eye starts to twitch.
—
“Are you selling him drugs?”
“Excuse the fuck outta you??”
Okay. Yeah. Bad start. Backtrack. Steve knows this is not the right way to approach a conversation, especially not when it’s Saturday night and you just interrupted your neighbor’s house party to be an accusatory dick to him. The Munson trailer door is wide open behind Eddie, and Steve can see a couple guys he vaguely recognizes from school sitting in the living room — a chubby white dude, a nerdy black guy, and a baby-faced kid with a scowl to rival Mike’s. They’re eating pizza and smoking cigarettes and sipping some cheap-ass brand of beer, and Steve is clearly interrupting.
“Sorry,” he tries again.
“Wow,” Eddie smirks. “Didn’t know you knew that word.”
“Shut up, man- just— ugh.” He takes a deep breath, wills himself to stop rolling his eyes at the guy he needs to ask a favor. “I’m sorry, okay? Can I just talk to you for a second?”
Eddie considers him for a moment; chin tilted up, lips pursed; and then he steps onto the porch and shuts the door behind him. “I’m listening,” he murmurs around a fresh cigarette, hand cupped around the end to light it.
He holds the pack out to Steve. “You want one?”
“Do I- what?”
Eddie shakes the box for emphasis. “Do you want one?”
“No, I heard you, I just…” The weird ceasefire between them is tripping him the hell up. He doesn’t think it’ll go too well if he says that out loud, though. “…Yeah. Fuck it. Thanks.”
“Sure.”
They smoke in silence for a moment, shoulder to shoulder, looking out into the dark of the woods that kind of freak Steve out if he lets himself look too long. Something about the branches like long, spindly fingers in the dark; like jittering spider legs; like a Mindflayer made of—
“You wanted to ask me something?”
Steve rubs his brow with his thumb, lets the panic out on a slow breath. “Yeah, I just… Look, I’m not trying to— I mean, I shouldn’t accuse you of anything, man. I just spent the afternoon getting myself all worked up thinking about it after he left, and- and Claudia needs me to look out for the kid, so—”
“Who the hell is Claudia?”
Steve tilts his head at him. “Dustin’s mom?”
“Oh.��
“I thought you two were close.”
Eddie shakes his head, curls bouncing around his shoulders, “Nah, man, not yet really. I mean, don’t get me wrong, the little guy’s cool and all — smart as shit, too—”
“Isn’t he?”
“Fucking genius. He’s gonna cure cancer or some shit, I swear.”
Steve catches himself smiling; hides it behind another quick puff of smoke.
“Anyway,” Eddie says, “I don’t really, like, know the dude. We just met because I run Hellfire.”
Oh. “The DnD club?” No wonder Dusty’s obsessed.
Eddie shoots him a look, a quick blink of pleasant surprise. “Yeah, exactly.”
“Cool. He loves that game.” Steve pulls in more smoke, takes his time on the exhale; lets the nicotine buzz swim in his veins. He forgot how nice it feels. “So yeah, Claudia— his mom—asked me to look out for him, y’know? And I just, I know you used to supply the weed for my house parties and shit— and it was good quality shit and all but I don’t—”
“Hold on,” Eddie says, snorting a little in disbelief. “You think I’m gonna sell weed to Dustin?”
Huh. “You wouldn’t?”
“Hell no! One, he’s way too young; that shit’s, like, bad for young minds or something, allegedly.”
Steve frowns to himself, thinking back to him and Tommy smoking weed in Tommy’s basement in middle school; the brain damage they probably gave themselves doing it. Whoops.
“Secondly, can he even smoke? I thought he was sick or something.”
“What? Why would you think he’s sick?” Oh, shit, is he sick? Does Steve not know about it because he missed all those family dinners?
“Dude, take a breath.” Eddie waves a dismissive hand, wafting smoke in pretty tendrils under the trailer’s flood light. “I just meant, like, chronically. ‘Cause of his bones and shit?”
“Oh,” Steve breathes, relieved. “Oh, yeah, no, he’s fine, he’s just like missing collarbones and stuff; he can bend like Gumby.”
Eddie laughs at that, dimple popping out, and Steve can’t help but laugh a little, too, remembering the last time he told someone that. “Don’t tell him I said that, though, he’ll get pissed.”
“Scout’s honor,” Eddie salutes.
“You a boy scout, Munson?”
“Nah, Harrington. Just figured you were.” His eyes are bright and playful, sort of magnetic as he drops the last of his cigarette and stubs it out with the toe of his boot. “Anyway, I gotta get back to the boys. You wanna stick around for a beer, or are you satisfied with my answer, Nanny Steve?”
“Okay, do not fuckin’ call me that,” Steve laughs, sharp and short. Tries to season the words with a glare, but Eddie’s face is too impish and pleased to hold on to any real anger. “And I appreciate the offer, but I think your friends would try to kill me.”
“Mm, yeah,” Eddie agrees, wiggling his fingers as he waves a hand to gesture at the whole of Steve. “Gareth is not exactly a fan of your kind.”
Aaand he’s pissed again. Jesus Christ. “My kind?”
“Yeah. Jocks? Rich assholes?” His lips tip up in a crooked smirk, “Or, well—”
“Don’t.”
Steve’s just done with his stupid jokes suddenly, and Eddie must hear how much he means it because he raises his palms in surrender and steps back. Always stepping back and away, this guy. Fucking coward.
Steve doesn’t know why he reacts like this, but the shame is turning to fiery fury in his gut, curdling his blood like sour milk, pricking hot at his lash line. Damn it; he’s not about to let Eddie Munson of all people see him cry.
He scoffs at himself, shoves his hands into his pockets. “Whatever, man,” he sniffs as he turns his back on him, “Enjoy your party. Screw you.”
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The most pathetic part, Steve thinks to himself as he writhes and twists in his tangled, sweaty sheets; 2am and he’s up again after a nightmare because of fucking course he is; is that somewhere between the insomnia and guilt over the way their conversation imploded earlier, his staring-blindly-at-the-ceiling-until-his-eyeballs-start-to-burn morphs into, like, daydreaming about how it could have gone.
He keeps repeating the scene in his mind, rewinding the tape to let it play out in richer detail.
It goes like this:
1. Eddie comes over.
2. Eddie comes over and apologizes.
3. Eddie comes over in the middle of the night to apologize because he’s so, so sorry that he just can’t wait until morning, even though it wasn’t really his fault; no, Steve’s the sorry one; no, Eddie is; no, they’ll both agree to do better, for the kids.
4. It’s two in the morning, after the cars are all gone and the party’s died down, and Eddie comes quietly across the yard; taps gently on Steve’s window so he doesn’t wake his mom.
Steve leans out and snaps, “What?” because he’s still a little pissed, and Eddie makes big, contrite eyes and plays with his own hands; fingers dancing in nervous circles; spinning rings.
“Listen, I, uh—” Eddie begins, “I might have… Shit, man, I might’ve been a bit of a massive dick earlier, and seeing as we have to play nice on account of the kiddos, I— do you- I mean— come have another smoke with me? Please.”
Please.
Please.
Please.
It’s a pleasant dream. Steve rewinds again, lets it play out in his head for a few more loops. Falls asleep just as he’s getting the dialogue right.
When he wakes up, Munson’s van is gone.
They don’t talk again for weeks.
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part 6
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Pedro is The New Cupid pt 2
You woke up the next morning to your phone ringing. You looked at your phone and saw that it was Pedro.
“Good Morning sleeping beauty.”
“Ugh, what do you want?” You lazily rubbed your eyes.
“Hey! That's no way to talk to your best brother in the world.”
“You’re my only brother.” You grumbled.
You hear a laugh in the background of the call on his side. “Well yeah but that’s besides the point. The point is that you need to wake up and get ready. We’re on the way.”
“Okay okay geez, by the way I’m basically almost done getting ready you freak. Also, who’s we?” You got up from the bed and started walking towards the restroom.
“Stop lying, I know you just woke up. I can tell by your voice. And, it’s uhh…a surprise.” He looks back at Bella. “A good surprise.”
You turn on the shower, “Alright well I’m about to hop in the shower so pick up some breakfast on the way yeah? I might be a minute.”
He laughs, “See? I totally knew you just woke up. I’ll try to find something you’ll like. Be there in 40?”
You sigh, “I’ll see what I can do.” You hung up the phone and started getting ready.
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By the time you got out of the shower and got dressed, Pedro was calling you saying that the car was ready outside. You pulled on your shoes and left your hotel. When you walked up to the car Pedro got out and opened the door for you.
“Wow how kind. Is this your way of telling me that I have to pay you back for breakfast?” You smiled at him.
Pedro walked around the car and got into the driver seat. “No I’m not gonna make you pay, you brat. I just wanted to be nice.”
You hummed, “It really does sound like you're buttering me up here. What did you do? Actually, don’t tell me, I’m too scared to find out.” You looked away.
“Well you're gonna find out soon enough.”
You turned and looked at him, “huh?”
“Turn around.” He said.
You froze. You were too scared to turn around and look because you had a feeling that he brought Bella. He laughs at your reaction. “Oh cmon, don’t be a loser, just look.”
You finally turned your head to look in the backseat. You were right, it was none other than Bella fucking Ramsey staring back at you. “Holy shit.” You broke the silence.
Bella immediately started laughing. You covered your mouth and started apologizing. “I’m sorry, what I meant to say is that it’s nice to meet you!”
“No no it’s completely fine! I cuss all the time. Nothing new darling.”
“Darling?” Pedro whispered to himself.
You blushed. Oh my goodness, this could not be happening right now. This is most definitely a dream.
“I’m glad we finally met. Pedro really loves you and said good things.”
You hummed, “Did he tell you to say that?” You side eyed Pedro.
Bella laughed, “I told you she wouldn’t believe me!”
You slapped his arm. “I knew you would do this freak!”
“Alright alright! I did not bring you here so you and Bella could tag team me! This is so unfair.” He grumbled.
Bella and you start laughing. You admired them while they laughed. They are the most perfect human being you have ever met. You’re actually really happy that Pedro snuck Bella here. Being in their presence was enough to bring a smile to your face. “What do you think?”
“Huh?” You looked back at Pedro.
He smirks. “I said, where should we go first? Do you want to go to a museum or have a look at set?”
You gasped at him, “Is that even a question? I’m dying to see where y’all film!” Bella laughs. “Yeah Pedro, my goodness, that’s not even up for debate.”
Pedro rolled his eyes, “yeah yeah. Seriously you two have got to stop ganging up on me. I don’t think I can take it.”
You shrugged your shoulders. “Get used to it old man, we’re only gonna get worse.”
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You three made it to set and Bella immediately took you to their trailer. We step inside. “And this is where the magic happens.” They smile.
You look around their trailer. “Mm, smells good in here Bella. I approve.” You nod your head.
Bella blushes, “Yeah? I do try to be a decent human and not leave a trail of stink everywhere I go.” They joke.
“Wow, that’s so kind of you.” You laugh.
Bella looks around. “Ya know, Pedro really does talk about you a lot. He really loves you.”
You look away and smile, “Yeah? I always knew that old man has a soft spot for me.”
You could feel them staring at you. “You’re really pretty.” They confess. You still, “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” You both stare at each other for a bit. It felt like you both wanted to say something. You cleared your throat. “Um, thanks Bella. You’re too sweet, really.” They chuckle, “thanks. I do try my best.” You sit down on the couch. “So, what do you do when you're not filming? Just chill in here?” They move to sit beside you. “Pretty much. I have my guitar here so I don’t get bored. Also, I like to read.”
“Hey, um has Pedro mentioned something about me to you?”
They look at you confused, “Like what?” You breathed out a sigh of relief. “Never mind, I suppose he was just teasing me.”
“Wait, he did mention something to me.” You raised your eyebrows. Signaling them to continue.
“Something about you having a crush?” Your mouth dropped open. “Yeah, that’s all though, he didn’t tell me who. Something about being locked in the family secret. Which I understand you know, a secret is a secret.” They ramble. “But I do hope that you trust me enough one day to tell me.” They smile.
God they are so cute. You couldn’t believe that they didn’t know. You also made a mental note to absolutely give Pedro shit for this. You felt kinda embarrassed. You shyly looked away from them. “I can’t believe he said something.”
Bella felt bad. They didn’t know that telling you the truth would make you feel like this. Bella observed you for a second. You were looking down at the ground. Bella thought you were the most beautiful person ever. They can’t deny the feeling of jealousy that resides in them whenever Pedro mentioned that you have a crush. Bella knew that it was silly considering that they haven’t met, but now that they have met, Bella didn’t like the idea of you being with anyone other than them.
Bella put their hand on your thigh, “Hey it’s alright. We’re friends. I’m not going to make fun of you or anything.” They chuckle. “Now c'mon, let’s go explore the set, yeah?” Bella gives you their hand.
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30 kcd2 trailer reveal little things / reactions:
Loving the increased Istvan / Henry parallelism
Loving the return of the red PTSD nightmares and so pleased WH isn't watering the game down, keeping up the trauma narrative realism, etc. I expected no less but still delighted by it. I love games that allow characters (esp male characters) to feel things, genuinely, and writing that treats the emotional invitation of its own storytelling with respect.
Good lord, the symbolism returns--as it must in a proper medieval game--but I shan't look too deep yet.
SKALITZ FLASHBACKS. HENRY'S PARENTS' WEDDING PREQUEL CONTENT? W H A T. I never thought we would get to go back; I am so thrilled to learn more about that time. I would have gladly gobbled up a Martin prequel. TELL ME HER FUCKING NAME, WARHORSE, YOU BASTARDS.
where is radzig
Mystery possible new love interest option? Or did Lady Stephanie visit the face sculptor?
And Theresa... where?
Mother of god, the forests and animals look incredible. I'm going insane. Let me pet things please.
How many times can Hans eat royal shit and live in one livestream? Let's find out. One, two, three...
The crime and punishment mechanics are definitely more complex at a glance. This is a good thing but I wonder how much was cutscene flavor and how much will really have an affect on the gameplay/reputation/etc.
I'm extremely afraid for Hans's survival. Not because of his constant trailer beefing (and he really took every opportunity to wipe out) but because of that shot with him doing the big dramatic eagle wing spread on horseback. You can't just do that and not expect to be punished by the narrative, bro.
MUTT IS BACK MUTT IS BACK MUTT IS BACK
is that pebbles? MUTT IS BACK please be pebbles
Henry's new hair is awful and I will be changing it two seconds in.
In general, Henry looks way more mature/stressed. Hard to say if there was a timeskip and Henry is now actually more mature or if the increased graphics allow him to look more like his voice actor, who is older than Henry. Either way I will be content. Will not catch me changing my son's precious face!!!
CROSSBOWS, HAND CANNONS
Istvan is pure fire, holy shit, cannot wait for this performance. Erik looks like a soggy newspaper. What happened king?
radzig? hello? anyone hear from this guy? typical for him to ghost
FIVE HOURS OF CUTSCENES???? YOU KNOW YOUR TARGET AUDIENCE. IT IS ME. I LOVE TO WATCH THINGS
Theresa's gonna be in it though, right? They wouldn't do us like that right?
Really excited to see them taking a page from RDR2 and incorporating a temperament-based reply system for non-dialogue initiating NPCs. I really look forward to all the added sandbox immersion enhancements from the first game, and I hope women are incorporated in a broader work spectrum for better historical accuracy.
WAS THAT GODWIN?
Is Hans going to teach Henry how to swim for real, as in a gameplay-altering swim mechanic, or is the topless on the riverbank scene just throwing a meaty bone to the hansry shippers (i am gnawing, i am growling when you try to take it away before i choke myself with it)
I love hearing devs and actors talk intelligently about the writing and character development arcs. Obviously they thought about it deeply in KCD1, but it's nice to see devs of an "action" game treating its narrative seriously, as artwork. Regardless of how the fandom idiots interact with it.
Hans singing a facetious little ballad for Henry (presuming it makes it into the game and isn't just trailer fodder) regenerated my cells. He DID promise in KCD1 (if you lose the tourney after agreeing to be his champion) that one day people would sing ballads in Henry's honor. Probably he did not intend for them to include the word "fuck" at the time.
This is going to be the grown up bromance we deserved in kcd1. Honestly it's so validating to see the second game recentering on that relationship and deliberately using it as the primary storytelling vehicle. KCD1 was pretty imbalanced in favor of Hans content, but it would have been better served by the game storyline fully leaning into the importance of that relationship, rather than trying to juggle it as a side-arc with several other arcs (and thereby creating an imbalance). KCD2 looks like it's built around the backbone of Henry and Hans's friendship and how it has profoundly changed them both/propelled their arcs in somewhat different directions.
On that point, Henry seems to have completely adopted Rattay colors now, but it's possible that's due to him operating as Hans's page (squire?) where we left them in KCD1. WHERE IS RADZIG
Calling Henry an orphan is a LITTLE generous given he was a whole ass adult man when his parents were killed, don't you think.
Calling Henry a lover is VERY VERY GENEROUS
I'm hyped.
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you are not a monster.
eddie munson x gn!reader
word count: 3,875
warnings: swearing, smoking, the events of vol. 2, eddie’s self-doubt and personal issues, trauma, mentions of blood, of death, sorta a fix-it-fic? the boy who lived has in fact not come to die
a/n: i’ve got, like, 240 followers now, and i am very appreciative. i don’t think i’ve ever had that many on any platform in my whole media-usage-world. i am quite the loser, so it is wild that you guys are—at least slightly—entertained by what i write. i love you ughh. this has been in my drafts for a long ass time seeing as i couldn’t seem to finish it, and i’m worried maybe it’s kinda shitty? i do like it for the most part, though. and it got long. oops. but i hope you enjoy it! <333
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“Ugh, you know I don’t do double VHS.” Steve waved off Robin’s Saturday morning movie suggestion.
“But it’s about doomed love,” Robin tried again, clutching the video tape to her chest.
“Oh, well, that’s relatable.” Steve grabbed a cart full of movies to be restocked, swerving around a rampaging Robin.
“Precisely.”
You flipped around a movie in the new releases section that someone had fumbled with at some point or another, adjusting it so the poster was facing outwards, half-paying attention to the conversation going on between your two friends/coworkers.
“Also, Julie Christie is b-b-bonkers hot in this.” You snorted at Robin’s comment, and she tossed a sly grin your way before continuing on her rant about the most gorgeous creature she’d ever seen.
“We’re in Forest Hills trailer park in east Roane County.” Your neck cracked with the speed at which you turned your head towards the television Robin had just turned on, seeing both her and Steve staring up at the reporter.
“We don’t have a lot of details right now, but we can confirm that the body of a Hawkins High student was discovered early this morning. Police have not yet issued the victims name…”
“Holy shit,” Steve said.
You swore you could’ve fainted at that very moment. You felt dizzy, started to sweat, felt your hands shake—so much that you tossed the videos you were holding onto the counter, catching Steve and Robin’s attention.
“Hey, are you okay?” Steve asked, glancing at you and clocking how frazzled you looked.
“Th-that’s where Eddie lives. Forest Hills trailer park.” You hopped up the step to behind the counter, trying to see behind the reporter.
“No. Shit. That’s his trailer. Oh my god, that’s his trailer.”
“Hey, woah, woah, woah, calm down. How can you be sure—”
“Because Steve! I practically live there half the fucking time! I think I know what my boyfriend’s home looks like.” You felt like throwing up. Seriously, you needed some air.
"Okay, well when did you see him last?" Robin started, trying to console you before you erupted into full-blown mass panic mode. She set her hands on your shoulders.
"Last night. I went by the drama room to wish him good luck—you know, because of the campaign—" Robin nodded her head, urging you on. "It was normal, I don't know, I-love-you-see-you-later shit, but then I left to go watch Lucas! I didn't see him after that because he said he had a deal, that he had to go home and get something else f-for—"
"For what? For who?" Robin couldn't handle the suspense.
"For Chrissy Cunningham."
"Chrissy does drugs? Huh, that's interesting." Steve cocked his head, slipped his hand under his chin, contemplating the actions of the cheerleader you spoke of.
"Steve! That is not the focus right now. Besides, everyone has their moments," Robin berated her once jock-worthy friend.
"Right. No, you're right."
You separated yourself from Robin’s clutches, moving out from behind the counter. “I need to check on Wayne.”
“Wayne?” Steve questioned, looking at Robin who watched you disappear around the corner.
“Eddie’s uncle, Harrington. Keep up.” Robin clapped her hands. “She’s been with the boy for, like, ever.” Her focused shifted though, as Dustin and Max appeared, the former hurling himself over the countertop.
You collected your things from the staff room, ignoring the bickering from the other side of the door. Wayne was home, obviously, it was day time, but if the cops were there, no way was he gonna answer the phone. Maybe you should’ve gone to hunt for your boyfriend right away, but you couldn’t bear to not check on the boy’s uncle, who was probably just in the dark as you were—if not more.
It took you a little longer to get going, hands shaking so much that you dropped your keys, and then remembered to clock out. You scribbled an excuse on a sticky note in case Keith questioned your early departure on the schedule when he came in on Monday.
Pushing the green painted wood open, you slammed into Steve, who’d just finished helping a young woman, and put his hands out to steady you.
You turned your head, taking in Max, Dustin and Robin chatting wildly on three separate phones, all pacing equally. “What are they doing?” You asked, straightening Steve’s vest where you’d messed it up.
He mumbled something about Eddie’s friends when Max waved to get your attention, slamming the receiver down. “Do you know a ‘Reefer Rick’?”
The question was so odd, coming from her, that you shook your head before answering. “Yeah, Eddie’s supplier. Why?”
“Do you know where he lives? We’re trying to find Eddie.”
“Uh,” you rubbed your forehead, recalling the couple times Eddie had needed to stock up and you’d been with him. “Out by Lovers Lake.”
Dustin slammed his phone down at this new information, the group now frantic with chatter about your boyfriend’s whereabouts. You started toward the door, stressed and suddenly sweaty, when Dustin flew out from behind the counter, stopping you.
“Where are you going? Don’t you want to come look for your significant other?”
“Of course I do, Dustin. But I’m going to check on Eddie’s uncle. I don’t like the idea of him being left in the dark during all this. It isn’t fair.”
Dustin lifted his hat from his head, readjusting it and then setting it right back down.
“Okay.” He let out a breath that sounded like he’d been holding it in for a while. “Well what if he’s there? At Rick’s? Can you meet us there after your excursion? I don’t feel right looking for him without you.”
“Yeah, Dustin.” He gave you a hopeful high five, your palm stinging as you pushed your way out of the door.
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Pulling into Forest Hills, your hands started to shake. What if they wouldn’t let you in?
You stopped beside the cop monitoring the entrance, rolling down your window.
“I’m sorry, miss. I can’t let you in. We’ve got an active crime scene on our hands.” Shit.
You took a deep breath, trying to keep yourself from stumbling over your words. “I apologize, officer. It’s just that I have a family member that lives here, and I’d really like to check on him. Just for a moment. I’m worried sick.”
The officer straightened from where he’d been level with your window, placing his hands on his hips. He looked around, looked back at you, looked up again. His resolve was slipping.
“Okay. I understand. But you have to be quick, okay? There’s a lot going on that I don’t want you getting caught up in.”
“Thank you officer, really.”
You cranked the handle, rolling up the glass panel and pulled off, trying to find somewhere to stop considering your boyfriend’s home was the crime scene. Eyes scanning for Wayne, you found purchase.
He was sat up against the geometric dome that was meant to be the designated play ground area. Except all the kids in the park had grown up at this point, so now everyone sat there to sulk or smoke.
The slam of your car door caught his attention, and he stood on seeing you, moving in your direction. He met you halfway, holding his arms out. That’s how you knew he was tired. Scared. Confused.
Wayne Munson was no cuddle-bug, but he had no aversion to hugs if he really knew you. But letting you see this much emotion right off the bat, letting you in, that’s how you knew he was hurting. This was his boy they were talking about. Where was his boy?
He was warm from being outside, and smelled of cigarettes. You pretended not to see the tear tracks left in the thin layer of dust on his cheeks. He didn’t let go for a long time.
“Have you seen him? Heard from him?”
You sniffled. “No. Not since last night. I saw him before Hellfire, but that’s all.”
Wayne wiped a hand down his face. “Did he seem alright?”
“More than. You know they were supposed to finish th—”
“The campaign. Yeah. How could I not know?” He smiled, and you could tell he was seeing Eddie hunched over the kitchen counter, pencil in his mouth.
He briefly filled you in. “They’re saying he did this. Killed that girl. But I know Eddie. He’s my boy and he didn’t do it. He couldn’t.”
“I know he didn’t. I’m sorry you had to find her. I’m going to look for him, okay? I probably shouldn’t tell you that, but I figured you needed to know. If I get to him, I’ll come tell you, okay? I’m so sorry, Wayne.”
Another hug. More reassurance on your part, on his, telling you that you couldn’t have known. You asked if he needed anything, but he said the cops were supposed to figure out where to put him soon. And that was it. You left him there, and sobbed in the car knowing how sick he was over his boy. Knowing what’d he’d seen, how frightened he was.
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“Eddie! It’s me! It’s Dustin!”
The young boy tried so hard to get his older friend to hear him, to calm down. But that was kind of impossible given the situation. He tried to understand.
“You won’t believe me.” Eddie’s voice was broken, his eyes glassy, his fingers going numb from his grip on the broken bottle.
“Try us.” Max knew what it felt like to be that confused. To be that uneasy. But he spilled his guts, and now the group of unlikely friends sat with him.
The slam of a car door made Eddie jump, made Dustin shoot up from his spot on the floor. Dustin peeked over the window sill, spying you looking a little lost at where they might be, so he hurried outside, much to the dismay of everyone else, scaring the shit out of you, but making you hopeful nonetheless.
“Any luck?” You whispered, not quite grasping his sudden appearance from the boathouse.
“Yeah! Yeah. He’s in there. And he’s scared shitless, but he’s okay.”
“Really?” Your eyes were glazing over and there was nothing you could do about it. He was alright.
“Really.” And he took your hand, leading you back and gently pushing the door the rest of the way open. He let you in first, lingering behind.
You moved in, eyes scanning for him, first roving over Steve, Max, Robin. But there he was. Up against the wall, hands in his hair. He looked up at you, and visibly softened, but sunk in on himself nonetheless.
“Baby.”
“Eddie.” You dropped your bag, not giving him time to stand, moving to meet him on the floor.
Your knees met chilly concrete, and you went to reach out for him, but you stopped yourself, noticing how broken he looked. “Eddie? Is this okay? If I touch you?”
“Y-yeah.” He nodded as he said it, eyes moving quickly back and forth between yours. To Eddie, even though there were four other people in the room, it felt like everything else faded away the second you walked in. You came for him. You’d believe him. He knew you would.
You opened your arms, and he fell into them, arms going around your back, head falling to your chest. He buried his face against you, squeezed you so hard it hurt, but fuck if you were going to tell him to let up.
You ran your hand soothingly over his head, gently untangling curls without the intention of doing so. Glancing up, you met Dustin’s eyes, and he gave you a small smile. “Thank you,” he mouthed. Dustin wanted to thank you for putting up with him, for letting him steal your boyfriend, for being so kind, for calming Eddie down. For everything.
“I went to see Wayne, Eddie,” you told him, moving your hand to rub his back. The boy perked up at that, looking at you with fear all over his face considering what he’d done.
“I-is he…is he m-mad at me?” He looked so young, so fragile.
“No, he’s not mad at you, sweetheart. He’s just worried. Scared. Wants his boy safe.”
Eddie winced, but pulled away from you anyhow. You brushed his bangs away from his eyes, straightened his vest, buttoned a chest pocket. “Do you think you could tell me what happened, maybe? You don’t have to now, really you don’t. But whatever it is, I believe you, okay?”
He hummed in reply, and relayed the story again for you, even if it hurt, and the rest of them tried to catch you up on their theory.
What you didn’t see was Robin turning to Steve, eyes softening at the way you and Eddie interacted with one another. How that scared look in your eye that had been there at the store was gone, just from seeing him. How Eddie’s hands had stopped shaking at your presence. How he wasn’t afraid to be vulnerable with you, and how much you cared for him.
But he made it so easy for you.
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“Shit! Shit!” You stumbled over your own feet, hopping over ever root and vine you met in your path, trying not to make your presence known.
You’d been with Steve, Robin, and Nancy. The four of you were meant to go to Creel House while Eddie and Dustin distracted those fucking bats.
But you had this feeling. This sick, sick feeling.
It was eating you alive. It was something Eddie sad at Skull Rock. Something about running. And then right before you parted ways. When he’d kissed your head and muttered in Steve’s direction, “Trust me. We are no heroes.”
And standing there with your friends, trying to save the world, you ran. Ran for Eddie’s sake. Because he was going to do something. You just knew it. Some sacrificial lamb shit.
And it hurts, the running. Your legs are burning. It’s the kind of running you haven’t done since you were a kid. The desperate kind. But this time it’s not in order to beat a friend to the finish line, to win a competition. It’s to get to your boyfriend. Because you’re afraid he’s going to die.
And you can hear them. The bats. Their horrid screams, the leathery and wet rasp of wings, of tails thrashing in their rage, their determination to get to the source of that noise. The noise that had just quit.
You’d just caught the end of Eddie’s playing, and barely had time to think about how he’d finished it. He’d been determined to finish that fucking song and it’d been two weeks.
But none of that mattered.
Because you could see the trailer now, and it hadn’t occurred to you that maybe you wouldn’t be able to get in. That was the point of their reinforcements, anyways.
You stumbled up the concrete stairs, reaching for the door handle, trying to ignore the ever increasing sound of the bats, the sounds of them closing in. You didn’t dare glance over your shoulder, knowing they’d be right there.
Wrenching open the door, metal screeching, you almost smacked into Eddie. He’d been holding onto the sheets, but he had that look in his eye. The decisive one. And then he heard you clattering in and he practically tumbled free from his hold on the fabric.
“What the hell are you doing here?” You looked up seeing Dustin, who looked equally as frightened and desperate for Eddie to get to the other side.
“Whatever it is that you’re thinking, stop it. Go. Now. Climb.”
Eddie looked at you. Really looked at you. A look that said I need to do this. I need it. “You first.” He backed away, beckoning you forward.
“No.”
“No?”
“You go. Now.”
“Baby, please go. I’m begging you. If I go now, I can buy more time. I know it.”
Eddie looked desperate. He needed this. Needed to know he was good for something. He’d been such a failure. And he could do this. He could be good.
“No! Fucking go, Eddie! Now!”
He blinked at you, not expecting the change he found in your voice. He’d never heard you sound like that before. So angry. So angry at him.
So he let up, reaching and pulling himself towards Dustin. Towards home.
You felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. And then you tried to get yourself up, calming considering in the time that you’d stood there, the noise had stopped—the bats had stopped. Your friends had done their job.
You pulled and it hurt, but you did it anyways.
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It had been three days since Eddie almost sacrificed himself and you’d been avoiding him ever since. He knew why you hadn’t come to see him, and he was upset at himself for hurting you, for not realizing you could read him so well. But it felt like that was the only way to prove himself.
And now he was living in a fucking tent in the Wheeler’s basement, supposedly like some girl with superpowers had.
The boy was flipping through one of Mike’s old X-Men comics when the sheet providing him refuge was torn back. Dustin appeared, making Eddie jump. “Jesus Christ!”
“Here.” Dustin threw a hand radio at him and then vanished again. It took him a minute before he realized you had one too.
A few guesses later on what channel he needed, he found you.
“Hey, I know you can hear me, baby. I know you’re mad.”
You reached for radio where it resided under your bed, stretching so that you didn’t have to actually get up, the chill of hardwoods meeting your fingers.
As much as you wanted to pretend you couldn’t hear shit, you wanted to talk to him. Something was really wrong if he thought he’d needed to do that. And maybe it was wrong of you to be upset, but you loved him. He didn’t need to complete some grand act of service to be redeemed, he was already your hero.
“Afternoon, Munson.”
Eddie slumped down inside his tent, smacking his head on the wall. He really was too lanky to be living in there.
“Son of a bitch!” He rubbed his hand, skull throbbing from the impact. “Hey, honey, please come see me. I wanna talk to you. Please.”
“Yeah. Yeah, fine. Unlock the basement door, okay?”
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You sat against the support beam at the bottom of the stairs, watching Eddie tie up the sheet so it’d quit falling down and he could see you properly.
Your lower back started to ache and he noticed, passing you a smushed pillow. Silence filled the hair until you decided to breach the surface. “What were you gonna do, Eddie?”
He scrubbed his hands over his face, fingers bare of their usual silver, as the rings sat in a pile of his other shit, metal accoutrements proving incredibly uncomfortable to sleep in when living on the floor.
“Buy more time. I thought that if I could get the bats to back off, that they would’ve had the chance to kill Vecna. That Dustin could get home okay. I don’t know. And don’t give me that look.”
“I didn’t want anyone else to get hurt. I could’ve done it. I swear. I just wanted to be good for something for once in my fucking life. Prove that I’m not this—this thing. This nuisance. This monster.”
“I guess I thought I could be the hero for once.”
You moved towards him, sitting on your knees and taking his hands into yours. He wouldn’t look at you, eyes darting around the basement walls, the old furniture indented from years of bodies molding the cushions.
“I understand. But I wish you didn’t feel that way. I wish I could fix it. I’m sorry I didn’t come to see you sooner. I was just upset because I had this feeling, Eddie. I thought you were going to die.”
“But, Edward Munson, you are not a monster. You aren’t a nuisance. Anyone that’s ever thought that is a piece of shit and you know that”
You put your hand on his cheek and he blinked. Hard.
“Eddie, look at me, please.”
The boy turned to you, looking just as young and fragile as he had in the boathouse. He looked disappointed in himself.
“You’re my hero.”
Eddie bit the inside of his lip so hard he tasted blood, forcing himself not to cry.
“Your Gareth’s hero. Mike and Lucas’ hero. Eddie, your Dustin’s hero. But, sweetheart, you didn’t have to save the world to prove yourself. You’re everything to me. To your friends. To Wayne.”
That was the tipping point. Uncle Wayne. And the tears slipped out, silent and calmly, easily sliding down his finally clean cheeks.
“R-really? I’m your hero?” Eddie’s hands were shaking.
“Yeah! Of course you’re my hero, Eddie. You’re such a badass, you know.” A grin pulled at the corners of his mouth. “You are not a monster. I’ll spend every day for the rest of my life telling you that if you’d like. I’d do anything for you.”
“You didn’t need to save the world by fighting off demo-bats, Ed. You’ve saved it by being you. By shepherding those little sheepies. Shit, you’re so good, Eddie. You’re golden.”
Eddie Munson had been waiting his whole life for those words. For someone to reassure him that he wasn’t this sick creature. This freak. And he was your hero. That was better than anything in the whole world to him.
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Wayne rested against the cool brick that constructed Hawkins High School. His current place of refuge post-earthquake. Pulling his flannel closer his chest to keep out the wind, he reached in his pockets for a lighter and a pack of Marlboros.
He didn’t look up at the sound of gravel crunching around him, used to the noise of other people fluttering around him.
“Any chance you’d lend me one of those?”
Wayne’s hands froze from where they’d been peeling the plastic wrap off of the new cardboard box. He knew that voice. But he thought it was a trick. He looked up anyways.
And there, standing in this alleyway, somewhere he definitely shouldn’t be, was his boy. Eddie’s hands were in his pockets, a bandana over his forehead.
He smiled that award-winning smile, the one he’d used on Wayne as a kid when he wanted pancakes or temporary tattoos from the coin machine at the grocery store.
Eddie made his way over to his uncle, to—let’s face it—his dad. Wayne enveloped the boy in his arms, squeezing way too tight, but Eddie wasn’t going to complain. “My boy.”
Eddie rested his head on his uncle’s shoulder, breathing in that familiar scent that never seemed to go away, of cigarettes and the came cologne he’d been wearing since Eddie was a toddler. That smell he’d welcome after a rough day at school, after he’d done well on a science project.
“I never gave up. I never stopped looking. I knew you didn’t do it. Not my boy.”
“Thanks, uncle Wayne. For everything. I love you.”
“I love you too, kiddo.”
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Eddie wouldn't necessarily label himself unless it was to spite religious assholes who take the Bible too seriously, and then he'll announce proudly that he's bi as in Bible. Mind you, not all of them are assholes and Eddie's debated with a few who are willing, especially when he would help them with their groceries. He doesn't think things through sometimes, and sometimes he does.
To him, everyone's sexuality was a gray blobby question mark. He doesn't like to make assumptions about that, but he did have trouble not making assumptions in other areas. It came to a complete surprise to him that Steve Harrington was exactly who the kids said he was. When Steve threw his sweater at him and when he ripped that bat in half, Eddie knew that he had to test the waters because holy shit, that was the hottest thing that he had ever seen. He came up with the cynical eyes bullshit about Nancy, just to see. . .he didn't really mean it.
He also really didn't think when he rushed off to buy them more time. He thought for sure they were going to kill him when they wrapped themselves around his throat and limbs. Suddenly, they were dropping like flies, and he was freed from their grasp. He ran back into the trailer, fixed the rope, and climbed back into the other side where Dustin tried to beat him with his fists.
"JESUS H CHRIST! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Eddie shrieked. "Stop hitting me, man!"
"You and Steve both are sacrificial assholes!" Dustin yelled at him.
He took one of his uncle's hats off the walls and started beating Eddie over the head with it. That's when the other three started coming through the gate. Steve placed his hands on his hips as he looked at them.
"Do I even want to know?" Steve asked.
"Steve!" Dustin exclaimed and pointed the hat at Eddie. "Eddie tried to be a hero when you told him not to!"
"Tattle tail!" Eddie scowled.
"What did I say, Munson?" Steve asked.
"All I heard was 'don't be cute'," Eddie said, flashing his dimples at Steve. "So, what's the verdict? Is the wicked witch dead, Dorothy?"
"Well, Tin Man," Steve said dryly. "Vecna is dead."
"Seriously?!" Dustin and Eddie exclaimed.
The answer came a moment later when the gate started to stitch itself closed before disappearing as if nothing had been there at all. Everyone looked at each other for a moment before they burst into very loud cheers. They all jumped and hollered, forming one giant group hug. Of course, Steve had to pull back, and Eddie followed. He didn't even think when he looked at Steve. There were no thoughts in his head, only the feeling of victory. He grabbed Steve by the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. He didn't think when Steve deepened the kiss or when Steve slipped his tongue into his mouth. When they broke the kiss, Eddie's eyes widened when he realized what he had done. Everyone was looking at them. Nancy was looking at Steve like she had just put the dots together. Robin was grinning, and Dustin looked like Christmas had come early.
"Shit, Steve, I'm sorry! You can totally hit me if you want to. Go ahead, right here, I deserve it. I didn't even ask!" Eddie exclaimed, closing his eyes and pointing to his cheek.
He felt Steve grab him by his waist, and instead of a punch, he felt him kiss his cheek, then quickly kissed his lips.
"Now, why would I want to punch the guy who gave me the best kiss of my life," Steve said. "Now, let's get you to the bathroom because I think the bats got a bite in."
Steve pulled his hand away and showed Eddie his own blood.
"Oh, shit," Eddie said with wide eyes and let Steve drag him away. "Wait, hold on, did you imply that I'm a better kisser than Nancy Wheeler? I fucking win."
"I'm going to blame that on the fact that you're losing blood, asshole!" Nancy laughed, and Eddie cackled.
Steve rolled his eyes as he brought him into the bathroom and began looking for the first aid kit. Eddie gazed at him fondly, not bothering to tell him where he was. He just watched as Steve leaned over to look in the cabinet under the sink. Eddie eyes raked over his lovely buttocks and grinned when Steve finally found it, holding it up like a prize.
"You knew where it was," Steve glared at him.
"Guilty," Eddie laughed.
Steve continued to glare as he pushed him gently against the sink. Eddie took off his jacket and vest to allow him better access.
"Take off your shirt too, Eddie," Steve said.
"What?" He asked.
"You heard me, Tin Man," Steve said, his eyes growing slightly dark. "Take off your shirt."
"So, that's sticking, huh?" Eddie asked. "Does this mean that I can call you Dorothy?"
"No, I prefer Scarecrow. After all, they were friends of Dorothy," Steve said, smirking and Eddie laughed.
"Smartass," Eddie said and whipped off his shirt.
He watched as Steve’s eyes raked over his body. What was there to see? Eddie was pale with barely any muscle, and his tummy was quite soft. He barely had hair on his chest, unlike Steve, whose eyes were growing darker by the minute. Steve’s beautiful hazel eyes landed on his tattoos, and Eddie watched him as he swallowed, his tongue running over his bottom lip. Steve cleared his throat, realizing that he needed to focus and to grab some guaze to put pressure on Eddie's wound that was awfully close to his hip. Of course, Steve had to get on his knees to get a better look at the wound. Eddie groaned.
"Are you alright? Did I hurt you?" Steve asked, looking up at him with soft eyes.
"Don't fucking look at me like that when you're on your knees in front of me, man," Eddie said slapping a hand over his eyes. "Just do whatever you need to do to me, and let's go!"
"Really?" Steve asked, and Eddie could practically hear the smirk in his voice.
"Shut up!" Eddie laughed.
Steve giggled as he stopped the bleeding, cleaned it up, and placed a bandage over his wound. It was nowhere near as bad as Steve’s. Suddenly, there came a harsh knock on the door, and Robin's voice came through.
"If you guys are done fucking in there, we need to check on Max, Lucas, and Erica!" Robin yelled.
"I hate her. I swear to God," Steve said and sighed. "She's right, though. Um, if I ask you to check my hair for spider eggs later, let me just say that it's completely and totally Robin's fault that I'm worried about that."
"Wouldn't mind get my hand through those gorgeous locks of yours, anyway," Eddie said.
Steve smirked and slowly stood up. His mouth shot out, and he gave Eddie's nipple a quick but gentle bite. Eddie cursed.
"You did say anything that I needed to do," Steve said.
Eddie gave a quick, hard kiss to Steve’s lips and hurried to pull on his clothes.
"Fucker, you didn't need to do that," he muttered and then said with affection, "Freak."
"Only for you, baby," Steve said, gooseing him on the way out of the bathroom.
Eddie giggled, swatting at his hands. His heart was pounding, his cheeks were flushed, and he could feel his stomach fluttering with a thousand tiny bats. Yeah, Steve Harrington was going to be the death of him.
They drove away in the stolen RV again, on the way to the Creel House, where they would find Max and Lucas perfectly fine aside from Lucas having a few bruises. After that, they would drive onto Steve’s house. Although they didn't know exactly how tired they were until they all sat down. Eddie sat against the driver's seat that Steve was sitting in again. He nodded off, waking up briefly to find Dustin leaning against him and snoring. He nodded off, only to wake up again to find the rest of the kids curled up against him and Dustin.
"If you tell anyone about this. . .," Erica muttered and fell asleep in the middle of her threat.
Eddie smiled and closed his eyes. He vaguely heard Steve and Nancy's voices something about not wanting to wake them up. They did the impossible and defeated Vecna. Even though he was still wanted for murder, Eddie wasn't worried. After Vecna, his friends. . .his family, well, they could do anything, especially with Steve fucking Harrington as his boyfriend. Holy shit?! Eddie's eyes popped open to find Steve looking at him fondly.
"Come on, Tin Man, we're in Kansas," Steve said.
"You live in Kansas?!" Eddie exclaimed.
"You're boyfriend's a dud, Steve," Robin muttered sleepily.
"You should join Hellfire, Robin," Eddie said, rubbing sleep from his eye. "So I can kill off your character immediately."
Steve wrapped an arm around Eddie's waist and let him lean sleepily against him. Eddie was glad that he didn't think, not once, when he kissed Steve. He was the luckiest Tin Man in the whole world.
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A look at my first thoughts on the trailer for Avatar: The Last Airbender
IT'S SOZIN'S COMET!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Are we going to see the attacks on the Air Temples???
That iceberg already looks better than the one from the movie that shall not be named. Just that one shot of the iceberg and I'm fucking sold on the art direction of this show.
SPOT ON casting for Katara as far as looks go. She even has the same face shape.
The parkas on both Sokka and Katara look amazing. Again, much better than what they had in the movie that shall not be named. I love the details in the designs on them.
THEY HAVE OMASHU! O-MA-SHU! WE'RE GETTING OMASHU!
Zuko has a SCAR. He has an actual SCAR. Not just something that looks kind of like a rash.
I've only had Netflix Uncle Iroh for a day and half. But if anything happens to him, I will hurt everyone in this room and then myself.
The Fire Nation throne room looks SICK with the flames cropping up.
It's the Fire Lord! I wondered if we would see him or not. But keeping him in shadows for two seasons won't work as well in a live-action show so I'm fine with it.
(Daniel Dae Kim voiced an Earth Kingdom General in the original series and now he's the Fire Lord!)
SUKI!!!
Honestly, showing Suki and the Kyoshi warriors in the trailer felt like a direct message from the show to fans of the original series that said, "Yes, they will be included and not cut out from the final product, unlike that other project."
Seriously, for those who don't remember, people in 2010 were getting their hopes up that the movie that shall not be named would be a) good despite the whitewashing and b) still include the Kyoshi warriors despite them not being in the trailers.
IT'S THE CRESCENT ISLAND WITH THE TEMPLE WITH THE FIRE SAGES WHERE AANG WILL GET TO TALK TO ROKU! HOLY SHIT!
Okay, I'll admit it. I may have gotten a little choked up when I first saw Aang flying through with his staff.
AANG!!!!!!!! Looking like a badass emerging from the mist.
THE MUSIC! THE MUSIC!
That shot of Aang in the burned forest looks exactly like the shot in the original show! Holy shit!
AGNI KAI!!! I have conflicting emotions about this! I'm excited it's in here but I'm not ready to see Zuko in that much pain.
ZUKO AND IROH FIGHTING TOGETHER!!!! Is this when Iroh got captured by the Earth Kingdom???
Also the animation on the firebending looks incredible and it looks reminiscent of the martial arts style they used for firebending in the show.
AZULA!
It looks like the fire is glowing in her eyes.
Sokka and Katara in the Southern Air Temple maybe?
AND CAN WE JUST APPRECIATE THAT SOKKA AND KATARA BOTH HAVE THE SAME NECKLACES THEY HAD IN THE ORIGINAL SHOW?!!!!!
The tattoos GLOW.
Is this Zuko attacking Kyoshi Island?!
The whole trailer I was chanting Show me Appa! Show me Appa!
AND I TEARED UP WHEN THEY FINALLY SHOWED APPA!
AND THAT MUSIC SWELL!!!! AHHHHH!
I'VE ONLY HAD NETFLIX APPA AND MOMO FOR A DAY AND A HALF. BUT IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO THEM, I WILL HURT EVERYONE IN THIS ROOM AND THEN MYSELF!
WATER, EARTH, FIRE, AIR!
Oh, but I'm probably gonna have to wait a while before I get to see this, right?
FEBRUARY 22ND?! THAT'S REALLY NOT THAT LONG! I WAS EXPECTING TO HAVE TO WAIT ANOTHER SIX MONTHS!
So yeah, I'm excited for this.
Also, not in the trailer, but the Cabbage Merchant is supposed to be in the show.
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Quick little rant y'all can ignore (I just love ranting too much)
Unpopular opinion : it is NOT to be a hipster or to be like "I'M NOT LIKE OTHER GIRLS~" but very often either I will hate or just not be interested to watch at all the newest Tumblr fandom. I really feel like a Tumblrite but sometimes it feels like I just can't enjoy or be hyped by whatever the others are hyped with without doing it on purpose, as if we have nearly no common taste. I mean sure we all are unique and loving everything others we do is boring and impossible and would prove the person is shallow and can't be true, but just, absolutely nearly every big Tumblr fanfavorites annoys me
Superwholock ? Sherlock was nice but not THAT nice and the others never interested me. HH/HB ? Loathe the characters and story. Lackadaisy ? Don't understand the hype. Nimona ? Don't care. She-Ra ? Hated it. The Owl House ? Can't stand the posts on my dashboard nor the charadesigns. Centaurworld ? I know it is one of those things that look lame in the trailer but from what I got gets deeper, but I saw it being so much overhyped I can't. Green Eggs and Ham ? Ugh couldn't it have just been the old cartoon ? Arcane ? The more people said it was revolutionary the less I wanted to check it out. SU ? I used to love it but then it betrayed me with how badly written it endes up to be. SVSFOE ? Except one or 2 arcs it was not my type and the ending infuriated me. Ducktales ? Only season 1 was good to me. Miraculous Ladybug ? It broke my heart so fuck you show. Encanto ? "Narcissic families are ok and misunderstood if they are pretty". Wendell and Wild ? The demons did look interesting and I was curious for them but sadly the main character is insufferable and Idgaf she is sad she is still an asshole but gets away with it. Wednesday ? Tim Burton understood NOTHING avout the Addams Family and flanderized Wesnesday. HtTyD ? Should have been a standalone. LOK and to be fair ANYTHING coming after ATLA books comics and upcoming series included ? Burn em to the ground. Rise of the Guardians ? Seriously the animation is gorgeous but you have the blandest plot and characters ever but everybody calls it original and groundbreaking wtf ?! Arlo the gator boy/I Love Arlo ? Ew it looks ugly as fuck and I am VERY wary of titles that self congratulate (coincidently the Lou! franchise became very shitty when it was renamed into I Love Lou Very Much so it ticks me off) makes me wanna do the contrary and hate Arlo. Carmen San Diego ? Didn't care. The Cuphead Show ? Only season 1a is good 1b and 1c are shit but because "gae devil" everybody loves it holy shit the game is better. Frozen 2 ? Admit it, you liked it ONLY because you see Elsa like a lesbian and wanted to go "HAHA GET FUCKED" to Let It Go. AND DON'T GET ME STARTED ON LIVE ACTION REMAKES
Some I even actually just didn't dislike it or care at first but it was seeing all the excessive posting and love for it despite 1) not wanting to watch (I love Arlo, never I wanted to kill a gator child so much force of seeing him on my dash) and/or 2) seeing legetimate problems and flaws and yet everybody ignoring it (Encanto, I hated the end but I did like the movie itself but seeing everybody justifying the end made me loathe it) it turns into hate. But some I hate from the start but seeing everybody love it anyway makes me wonder if at that rate the problem is me and I nitpick too much or of course like everyone I just have my own tastes and what pops up on my dash is not a reflect of universal taste ?
But I often call it a curse because everybody seems to have fun and it's as if I am doomed not to like and it looks like what the audience usually loves is just not my type, which sucks because I don't have many people to vent about it, not many people to gush about the obscure things I love because I am cursed to really invest myself in old fandoms I only find about now or stuff that don't even interest much people but fit my specific niche tastes, dashboards flooded with "OMG GUYS WATCH IT IT IS *SO* IMPORTANT AND THE BEST EVER" making me want not to whereas only 3 likes on posts of franchises I love that are barely known or loved... Probably why I have so many obscure fandoms actually. I am SURE it is subconsciously why I wanted to give a chance to Elemental and Avatar 2 since nobody talked about it in good or at all here !
I am not even sure and just like me those who love these franchises and are part of these fandoms must just have their own specific intersts peaked of course and if so it is absolutely alright ! But often I see they all have a pattern and I feel like, like when I ranted in my posg that defends Elemental, that they will love it and adore it just for ONE element not matter the rest hence why they only talk about that one element that irritates me when I am flooded in posts praising it but really it is just that element. "Omg so much representation" ok cool what is the plot "it is a trans allegory" yes but more precise ? "it is so GAY (affectionate) and girl power !!!" yes but ? The characters ? "Oh the characters are minorities some are LGBT half are POC and some even have a disability and they fight heteronormativity and traditional beauty standards" ok ok I GOT it but what are they like as people !?! "there is a canon gay ship in it I love them little blorbos" I DON'T GIVE A SHIT DAMMIT WHAT IS THE PLOT AND HOW ARE THE CHARACTERS "also it has a varied cast and is made by minorities and women !" Ok bye now I won't be able to help but see it being loved only because of those and not for its story and it will make me bitter about it as if there is nothing else but that to defend because it implies the scenario itself isn't that special for people to only talk about the Christmas present package rather than the content
It is very occasional I will actually get curious because it IS my type thanks to Tumblr : WOY, Pinky and the Brain Undertale, Good Omens, TDC : AOR. It needs to strike a sort of special chord in me to go "uh !?! A modern cartoon that feels like an old cartoon with funny designs and animation and funny characters !??! Uh !?! 2 gay mice that were probably not meant to be gay but they accidentally cracked many eggs in their portrayal and to think I was not interestee when I thought Brain was bidimensional and didn't give a shit about Pinky like I thought ??! Uh !?! Fun skeletons and a macho fish woman with cute pixel style !? Uh !?! Angel and demon are friends and were on Earth for years looking for a kid !?! Uh !?! In that prequel it shows one reformed Skeksis being actually good helping Gelfling and in a relationship with his Mystic ??!" And other Tumblr favorites I loved like idk FNAF, MLP FIM, Spiderverse, Puss in Boots 2, The Bad Guys and usually in general most popular big studios block buster animated movies I loved and others did were stuff I found by myself which Tumblr just coincidently did too so it doesn't count. Some I even discover them years later when the hype died down and nobody speaks about it anymore (reinforcing my idea that IS probably wrong that they don't even really love it but just go "OO SHINY" when something is new and pretty) that I can notice and love years later or at least late a franchise, like I don't wait on purpose I just really discover it at this moment or something peaking my interest only happened recently or peaked my attention now
Those aside most of the time I will really not be interested, a third of the time because "I am told to so I don't wanna" and it has to be myself or it will feel like a chore like when I am recommended stuff IRL I will actually postpone even if if I had not been recommended I would have started watching it earlier (I heard from a friend this looks like a symptom in a type of neurodivergence but I AM NOT SURE), a third of the time it really doesn't look or sound like my type of story at all and I keep wondering why there is nothing new for me and why everybody is so hyped by it, and a third I actually give a try and I end up straight up hating it or just finding it meh and overrated. I just need to find my own fandoms myself, even if they are obscure, that spark my interest, hoping they don't become bad in the end (SU, Ducktales, the Cuphead Show, Miraculous Ladybug etc. Sigh) which happened too many times already and makes me even more wary force of experience about what is popular since even when I myself find it becomes shit people still love it. And of course they totally HAVE the right to never would I harrass and police what people have to like and dislike, but it kind of feels lonely at times and sometimes it makes me think if something is wrong with me not to enjoy what seems to be enjoyed by everyone else and if it is my fault ; and thinking that even makes me anxious and guilty feeling like I am ranting for nothing and people will think I am an attention seeker making me even more gjulty and so on which becomes a vicious circle with my anxiety
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VERY LONG POST IM SORRY. DONT FEEL OBLIGED TO READ
HI. Alrighty, this has been on my mind for a while (ever since promotional content for Trials started being released).
I have a TON of analyses in the drafts, but I want to make this post before I release them for public viewing.
I know that I like to make goofy, light-hearted little fan animations and fan art of Outlast, but I think I need to start changing how I navigate through the content. After spending so much of my time deep diving and writing up these analyses, my eyes have been opened to just how much the franchise revolves around fucked up historical events. I feel that some of the stuff I've posted is tone deaf, or at least the way I posted about it is. And I think—for the most part—there's an understanding that I don't intend to be harmful, but I fear that the way I go about it **is**. (And obviously, action takes precedence over intent.)
For contextualization, when I initially got into Outlast at the age of 12, I was enthralled by the horror aesthetics and found a lot of the angsty gore to be cathartic. I felt so “taboo” and “scandalous” lol (especially as a developing child trying to understand myself amidst my puberty stage). I was young and—for lack of a better word—braindead in how I navigated the media. I was naive, mindless, ignorant, etc etc… Now that I have a deeper understanding of the narratives and historical implications/influences, I need to do better in how I interact with the franchise.
What am I getting at?
Pretty much, I'm working on being more careful with how I interact with the media. At the same time, I want the analyses that I post to be educational. And most importantly, please message me if I ever say some bullshit. Seriously. All I ever want to do with my life is to be a positive impact. I genuinely get upset if I cause harm to someone else. (One time I literally cried at a high school football game as a freshman because I thought I hurt someone else's feelings. It turned out they were faking it lmao. Then they started feeling bad and then that made me feel bad for crying and yea yea).
Seriously though. I know that my posts can get public outreach, and anything that has public outreach can be influential and have a good or bad impact. So please let me know if I do or say anything harmful or ignorant. I won't be offended. I don’t want to spread harmful stuff. There are many instances in my life where people sit me down to have meaningful conversations about shit I've said or done and how I can improve myself.
That said, I'll be posting more analyses and making my own syntheses of historical events. My next analysis post will be about Waylon's Asian-coding (specifically Korean-coding), how Trials actually supports this (using themes of US immigration), and why it is apparent to many Asian fans (including me, hehe).
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That's pretty much it. But if you wanna stick around a bit further, I'll tell you my (excruciatingly long) story about how I got into Outlast :) along with how much it has invaded my brain and life :') and maybe get a little ~personal~ hehe
STORYTIME:
So, the game came out in 2013. Nearly 10 years ago. I was 12 at the time of its release. Let me tell you…this game was a HUGE impact in the horror community. HOLY. SHIT. It changed the way I looked at lockers and beds. I remember it being critically acclaimed (and rightfully so). It may have not been the most technical video game, but it certainly was a piece of art.
I remember commercials being shown everywhere. The trailer of beta Miles Upshur running and parkouring through Mount Massive while being chased by the tiny beta model of Chris Walker will forever be canonized as part my childhood. I remember specifically heading to the bathroom from my living room and my dad interrupting me to say “Hey! Check this out!” and then proceeding to play the trailer for my 12-year-old eyes. I was scared shitless.
Couple weeks later, Conan O'Brien featured Outlast in one of his segments of “Clueless Gamer” (yeah, my family and I used to watch Conan lol). I was very familiar with Slender and Amnesia, which were the 2 other games featured in this Halloween special, but this was the first time I REALLY got to check out Outlast.
Now, let me preface that during this time, internet culture was very interesting and even less safe than it is today. I had a ton of bad experiences on the internet during my childhood. But oddly (and embarrassingly), the emo/scene/horror/creepypasta culture was what brought me comfort amongst a sea of awful things you could find on the internet. It was probably unhealthy for my developing brain, but I indulged in a lot of angst that was presented with heavy gore and violence. And to be honest, looking at this kind of stuff at a young age helped me process a lot of my own personal shit that I experienced outside of the internet realm. (To be clear, I don't endorse this type of violence, and I don't endorse exploring the internet in the same way I did as a child—it was probably very unhealthy and I think it caused some early development issues.)
But nothing—and I mean NOTHING—scratched that itch more than the way Outlast did. I watched the finger cutting scene in Conan's “Clueless Gamer” and was fucking mortified. I was scared of the dark for weeks. But I remember spending that night in my bedroom looking at more Outlast content to get that cathartic fix to fill my emotional hole of…I don't know…morbid curiosity? I definitely felt shame at the time. I don't know. In recent years, I've been on this journey to process stuff I experienced during my childhood and I struggle to go about my middle-school/junior-high stage because…I don't know…puberty? Access to the internet? I once got bullied by a forum of adult men for posting fan art LMAO. I was 12 years old—I forgot what the fan art even was. ANYWAYS, yea. That was only one instance of my conglomeration of internet experiences. (Like many other peeps, I had to hide my gender & racial identity to preserve my sanity). Indulging in gore art was therapeutic and helped me release negative emotions in a non-harmful way. Horror-genre communities online have been mostly friendly and welcoming towards me. That's probably why I fell in love with Outlast as an art rather than a video game.
I wasn't in the fandom straight off the bat. I had other hyper fixations at times but I navigated through these other fixations with this personal “Outlast standard” where the art and fiction I consumed needed to be horror-themed, gorey, or angsty. And Outlast isn't solely to blame. I was into gore and angst before the game came out. It just so happened that it came out at such a perfect time in my life. (Horror made my queer self feel accepted)
This whole “Outlast standard” stuck with me throughout high school. Uh… this next bit of information may get a little personal. During my sophomore year, someone really important in my life passed away. Then I had this life-impacting thing happen during my junior year that changed how I perceived things forever (lol, this sounds so dramatic). I turned to art to help me process and yada yada… but y'know what really helped? You know what I turned to when I needed to “scratch the itch”? (I bet you'll never guess)
I finally considered myself a part of the Outlast fandom in 2018-2019. I was a high school junior/senior and I posted the Outlast-Outkast animation that got retweeted by Red Barrels. Had a lot of fun in the fandom during that time and it helped get my mind off of things. Also, I loved the fact that Waylon graduated from Berkeley. I was applying to colleges during this time and it made me romanticize Berkeley, lol. I ended up getting accepted. Had an awesome time. I recently graduated and got my Bachelor's. I'm very privileged and gracious for my experience. I spent a lot of grueling time and energy dedicated towards my education.
During my college years, a lot of the unprocessed shit from my childhood started resurfacing and it was becoming hard to navigate through life. I became really disconnected with people who were close to me. Art started to fall out of my life. Stuff happened. Got in touch with psychiatrists thanks to my college's free health services. I don't mean to downplay or normalize what happened, but I'll bring up that many college students deal with mental illness and depression (and this could be attributed to many things: moving away from family, student-life, financial pressure, pressure to secure jobs/internships, living alone for the first time, maturing into an adult, etc. etc.).
But I remember sitting alone in my studio apartment one weekend and started surfing Tumblr. I came across new Outlast fan art and it sparked my hyper fixation all over again. I re-read the comics and—OKAY THIS IS GONNA SOUND FUCKING RIDICULOUS—but I started jogging because Miles went on jogs LMAOOAKJDGHJAHKGFL. I finally picked up the pencil and started drawing again (after like…months) and drew Miles and Waylon flipping off Murkoff. And THAT was when I realized what the narratives of Outlast were actually about—FUCKIN' CAPITALISM AAUGGGHHH. MY LITTLE POOPOO BRAIN AT AGE 12 NEVER UNDERSTOOD THAT. AND NOW THAT I'M AN ADULT—NOW THAT I CAN BLATANTLY SEE MYSELF AND MY PEERS AS VICTIMS/PRODUCTS OF CAPITALISM—CAN FINALLY FIND SO MUCH VALUE AND MEANING IN THIS GAME HHHRHRJGHKSDKFGLAJKDG SAY W H A T IM GONNA *explodes*
Then a year later, I started drawing more and more again. Trials' promotional marketing was becoming more prominent. I started posting my fan art on Tumblr. Then I made the fanimation (thank you Mr. Baichoo, you're so awesome, I will forever be a fan of yours) and now here I am. Still fixated on this silly little game for nearly 10 years. WHEW.
I FEEL LIKE A SHRIMP CHIP. Anyways, thanks. I much needed to get this off my chest.
Also, hey! Just wanted to say thanks for the friendly and welcoming interactions in this space. It feels so much safer and more comforting than previous internet experiences I've had. Since 2013, the fandom has evolved a lot. In my opinion, it has evolved for the better. The resurgence of new fans bring such refreshing perspectives and fields of knowledge that haven't been influenced by some of the harmful internet culture that I grew up in. So truly, many thanks to y'all for making the fandom space a nicer place (especially for such a heavy game). Also, what the heck, everyone in the fandom is seriously so talented and artistic
Uh… fan art time? (old stuff/sketches I haven’t posted)
But seriously if you got this far, thank you
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New haircut
Gif not mine
Your POV
I decided that a haircut was necessary for myself. I was always spending so much time drying my hair and cleaning it in the shower. I needed a change and what better time for change is other than now. We wrapped filming for Riverdale's last season a while ago and we are going to start filming again in a couple of days. I double checked with the producers to make sure the haircut was approved and they gave me the green light and now here I am sitting in a salon chair.
A few days later
I just arrived on set. Everyone has been complimenting my new hair which is great because ever since I got my hair cut I have been more confident which I am hoping it will finally give me the nerve to ask Camila out. I’ve been pinning over her since the first season. I walk into the make up trailer and sit down to get my make up done. I heard the door open and see Camila walk in, she seems roped up in her phone. She looks up and sees me. I smile at her and her eyes go wide. She tries to sit in the makeup chair and she slips. I quickly get up and help her up. I wrap my arms around her waist and she looks into my eyes.
“Are you alright Cami?” I ask and she opens her mouth like she was going to say something.
“I- uh- need to um. I need to uh go to. Oh I need to go to change. Yes I need to change.” Camila says pulling away practically running away and screaming Madelaine and Lili’s name. I finish getting my makeup done and go find Camila
Camila’s POV
I just can’t believe Y/N looks that good. I know I haven’t seen her in a couple of months. But I have never seen someone come back to work that hot in a four month time span. Don’t get me wrong she was super hot and funny and adorable before she left but fuck she looks absolutely breathtaking. I literally don’t think I was breathing when I saw her. I eventually found Madelaine and Lili in the cast tent.
“Have you seen Y/N she is so hot? I don’t know how to act. I swear you could see the panic from a mile away. What should I do?” I ask them and they both chuckle.
“Let me see. Oh perfect she just posted.” Madelaine says and she looks down at her phone with her eyes wide.
“Holy shit. You gotta ask her out before I do it myself.” Madelaine jokes and I slap her arm.
“Chill Cami she’s joking I think.” Lili says looking over at Madeleine who’s still looking at Y/N post.
“But seriously Cami you’ve had a crush on her for so long. You need to act on it before someone else does.” Lili says and I nod.
“I just don’t know how to speak to her while she looks like that. Besides I don’t even know if she likes me.” I say sitting down.
“I know she does. She told me she likes you a long time ago. I was just waiting you for to figure it out but this is getting a little hard to watch everyday.” Madelaine says rubbing my back. Eventually Madelaine Lili get called to go to set and leave.
Your POV
After a little bit of searching I found Camila sitting in the cast tent.
“Hey Cami, I just wanted to see if you are okay. You were acting a little weird earlier.” I asked and she sighed.
“About that. I was acting kinda funny because I- uh I’ve kinda had a bit of a crush on you for awhile now.” She stutters and I smile walking closer to her.
“I kinda have a bit of a crush on you too. I was going to ask you this later but I could just do it now. I was wondering if you would like to go to dinner with me later.” I ask standing in front of her.
“I would love that.” Camila says and I kiss her cheek making her blush profusely.
#riverdale#archie comics#lesbian#lgbtq#veronica lodge#veronica lodge x reader#Camila Mendes#Camila Mendes x reader
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Trailer park Steve AU part 24
part 1 | part 23 | ao3
cw: alcohol, throwing up, brief reference to canonical character death
"Oh, my god!" Robin barks, nearly throwing herself off-balance again with the force of her laugh. "This is too good, man. You truly cannot escape your babysitting duties."
"Can I help you?" Max seethes.
Help him? Help him? "What the fuck are you doing here?"
"What does it look like I'm doing?" She gestures to the guy she's holding onto, some fluffy-haired kid with a cut-off vest covered in safety pins that Steve sort of vaguely recognizes as one of Eddie's friends. Oh, shit. Is Eddie here finally? Has he seen him?
"Wait, where's Lucas?" Steve asks.
"Who cares?" she bites back.
The guy gives a nervous chuckle and loosens his grip on her waist. "Uh-h. Did you say babysitter?"
"He's not actually, Jesus. I'm fourteen; I don't need a babysitter. And he was just leaving, anyway, right?"
Her glare feels like a slap. Girl's got daggers in her eyes, holy shit. It's like she's hoping some of El's powers magically transferred to her; like she's picturing him flying ten feet into the air and landing with a splat on the far side of the concrete, and he doesn't need this. He did not come out tonight to be bullied by a teenager. "Okay, that's it, I'm taking—"
"—me to the punch bowl!" Robin interrupts, putting her hands on Steve's chest to stop him from grabbing Max and hauling her back to the car.
"Robin, what—?"
"Yep!" She shoves him hard, pushing him to the edge of the dance floor. "Silly me, just dying of thirst, ha ha. Okay, cool, see you both later!"
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"What the hell was that?" Steve demands when they're safely on the far side of the pavilion.
"An intervention."
Oh, my god. May he never hear the word 'intervention' again in his life.
"Un-ruffle your Mother Hen feathers for two seconds and think, would you? One: it would look really, really, seriously weird for you to be seen dragging a dead jock's kid sister kicking and screaming to your car."
A dead jock’s kid sister. Jesus, tipsy Robin has no tact.
"Two: you said we were going to go out and have fun and get, and I quote, 'very drunk.' Take your babysitter hat off for one night. She's a high schooler, and this is a high school party."
"Yeah, I know," he sulks. Doesn't need the reminder that he's technically past the age limit.
"Okay, so then let her have fun! It's not like you weren't out drinking and smoking by her age."
'I'm always so right about everything. I'm, like, cosmically correct.' Goddammit. Steve needs another drink. "I just don't want her to do anything dumb and get hurt."
"She won't. We can just, like, keep an eye on her from a distance, right? Let her come to us if she needs anything."
"So we should just act like your parents?" Steve snorts.
"My parents are amazing, thank you!"
"Your mom offered me mushroom tea once."
"Like I said: amazing."
Steve huffs a laugh, flips his hair out of his eyes and snags a handful of tortilla chips. "Okay," he says around a crunchy bite, "so what's the third thing?"
"Third thing?" Robin asks. She’s not even looking at him anymore, her eyes eager and distracted as she scans the crowd.
"You're biting your lip weird, there's clearly a third thing."
She turns to him, and the smile springs free from its containment, spreading all over her flushed, ecstatic face. "Vickie just showed up."
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Steve’s hammered.
Whoops.
Didn’t mean to do it; feels a little bad about it as he tips his head up to the sky and all the stars go raining in bright streaks across his vision. Reminds him of the ceiling at Starcourt, nauseous and spinning under a swirl of bright fluorescence. He hopes Rob’s flirting is going well.
He meant to get politely drunk.
A socially appropriate amount.
But then Robin ran off to flirt with Vickie, and Steve was doing his best to just lay low, steer clear of Max and maybe find a way to casually run into Eddie if he could find him, when he spotted the girl he went on that disaster of a date with instead and realized his options were either: stay there by the beer coolers while she came over with her new date and subjected him to the most painful small talk of his life, or retreat to the dark edges of the party with as much booze as he could carry, so.
He's slumped on top of a picnic bench downwind of the bonfire, bad ear ringing, belly full to bursting, trying to remember when one beer became… more than one beer.
Five?
Six, maybe?
Fuck.
“‘M gonna puke,” he confesses to the splintered wood beneath his feet; to the pine bough overhead, the smoky fire at his back.
“Wow,” someone says, an amused lilt to their tone, and Steve knows that voice, he—
Oh, no.
Ohhhh, no.
Now? Really?
Steve whips his head around, opens his mouth to ask ‘Eddie?’ and barfs all over his shoes.
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part 25
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explicit | Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson | one shot | vampire!eddie - cw: blood
“No, Harrington, listen. You can’t tell the kids, or the girls, or- fucking anyone alright? But I need to tell someone, I feel like I’m going fucking crazy, man.”
“Okay, jeez. It can’t be that bad, just- come sit down.”
Eddie paced around his living room in the apartment they gave them after the trailer was taken for evidence. He was running his hands through his hair so it was all fluffy and Steve tried not to think about tangling his own hands in it.
“See? You’re getting freaked out, already. I can tell. That’s- um. It’s one of the things that’s happening, that’s changed.”
Steve gulped and felt his eyes go wide. “No man, I’m, uh, fine-“
“Steve… I can hear your heart beating like crazy. And that’s not the only thing… uh, well it might be easier to show you?”
“Sh-show… me?”
Eddie motioned him back towards the hallway and he gulped again, raising himself off the couch trying to slow down his heart that Eddie was saying he could … hear from across the room?
It helped that Eddie turned into the bathroom instead of going down the hall to his bedroom. But when he turned on the light and pointed to the mirror, Steve yelped. He was standing there next to him in the bathroom, but Eddie’s reflection was… wrong. It was faint and fuzzy, like Eddie moved right before his picture was taken. But then as he stood there staring at the mirror speechless, Eddie waved his hands around and the reflection got even fuzzier, like the mirror couldn't track his movement in real time.
“When, uh… did this start?”
“I noticed it a couple days ago. And the… hearing things too well. Smelling things.”
“Smelling things?” Steve turned around to focus on the real Eddie, the reflection was making his head hurt.
Eddie looked upset, like he hadn’t meant to say that part. “Just, well, listen don’t judge me okay?” When Steve shook his head he continued, “I can smell everything, dead things on the road or what all of the people in the apartments around us are cooking? But food smells disgusting now.” He sighed and dropped his shoulders, “I can smell that you worked with Keith today.”
Steve’s eyebrows shot up. “Holy shit, man,” he breathed. He leaned against the sink and rubbed his hands over his face. “I’m not really like, the weirdness expert. You sure you don’t want to talk to Dustin?”
“No, I don’t want to freak anyone out,” Eddie sighed.
“Thanks for picking me, I really appreciate it.” He said dryly. He started to walk out of the bathroom, wondering why they were still hanging out in there after his show and tell.
They made it back out to the living room before Eddie exclaimed, “I need to figure this out before I hurt someone.”
Steve stopped. Eddie looked at him seriously. “Do you… want to hurt people?”
“Not entirely… but…” Eddie bit his lip and Steve could see that they were red and split, like he’d been chewing on them a lot. Thankfully Eddie seemed to read his staring as concern and not the spark of want, the deep desire to slide his own lips against his raw ones. “That’s another reason I wanted you to know. If something happens, if I do something, you can fight me. You’d protect the others.”
“Eddie-“
“No Steve, I’m serious. I feel- I don’t know how much longer I can deal with it.”
Steve had no idea what that meant. “You’re not making sense, man. Just say it. It can’t be that bad.”
Eddie chuckled dryly. “Alright but remember you asked.” He sighed and threw himself on the couch. “I think I need… blood.”
Steve sat down on the floor right where he was standing. “W-what?”
“I think the bats, or all the blood they had to give me in the fucking secret government lab, did something bad. I think I’m changing into something… I don’t even want to say it. But, everything’s getting worse, and I’m worried I’m going to snap soon. It’s like I’m starving but food isn’t what I want, it’s like eating sawdust. I think I’m losing it, Steve.” He looked at him with big teary eyes and Steve was kneeling in front of him before he could think.
“Hey, it’s okay, we’ll figure this out. What you showed me, it was real, okay? You’re not losing it, something is going on and we can fix it. Or, maybe I can… help?” Eddie’s eyes widened even further and he started shaking his head. “It’s better than letting you starve. What if you get, like, sick or something without it?”
“This was not what I was asking for when I told you. I don’t want to hurt anyone.”
“Eds, this is definitely not my level of expertise, alright? But it makes sense that you’d need to get some,” he took a deep breath, “blood. Before you’re desperate and more likely to hurt someone. And it’ll buy us time to figure something out.” He stopped to try to decide if he was now desperate to help or if he was desperate to have Eddie drink his blood. Would he want to bite him? He hoped he wanted to. Eddie was looking at him strangely and he hoped he wasn’t developing the power of mind reading.
“You’re sure? You know I can hear your pulse going crazy, right? Maybe you should get that checked out. You know, it was one of the first things I picked up on, your heart beat? It’s very fast, a lot of the time.”
A nervous laugh punched out of him. “Uhhh huh, yeah, I’ll have to look into that,” his voice came out high and awkward and he tried to fix his face as Eddie continued to stare at him. He was fucked. There was no way this was going to work out for him.
“Steve, are you okay?” Eddie pressed his hand against his forehead like he was checking for a fever. Eddie’s hand was cool against his face, which he was sure was flushed and sweaty. He brought his other hand up to cup his neck.
“Yeah, I’m good,” he sighed, his eyes wanting to close as he unconsciously pressed into the hands on his face.
“You smell really good,” Eddie breathed, he had moved closer to him and Steve forced himself not to close the distance and taste those red bitten lips. “Like backyard raspberries in the summer. Juicy and sweet.” He moved his hand off his forehead to cradle the other side of his neck, sliding forward on the couch so Steve was trapped between his legs. He leaned in even closer, taking a big breath like he was tasting the air.
“Please,” he gasped out, not even knowing what he was asking for.
“I can hear your blood pumping through your body,” he whispered, still so close but not close enough. Suddenly, he pulled back and was looking at him seriously. “You need to tell me right now if you don’t want this, Steve.”
Steve looked up at him, shaking his head, grabbing at his thighs. “Want it, bite me, kiss me, anything,” he panted. Eddie’s lips slid against his and he let out an embarrassing noise. Sharp teeth found his bottom lip and he felt like he was going to pass out. He pulled back and Eddie’s face dropped. “No, it’s- can I see? Show me.”
Eddie was confused for a second then opened his mouth. Steve groaned and reached for him. With a crooked toothy smile he leaned back in, Steve holding his jaw as he stared at his fangs. The three teeth on each side of his normal front teeth were long and sharp. Steve pressed the pad of his thumb up into the point of his long canine tooth, unprepared for Eddie’s reaction. He whined and grabbed his wrist, licking around his thumb for the small amount of blood. After another moment of sucking Steve’s thumb, he let go of him completely but reached down, manhandling him up to straddle his lap.
“Fuck,” Steve gasped. He was hard as a rock and now he could feel Eddie was in a similar state. Eddie was mouthing down his neck.
“Blood first,” Eddie growled. Steve made himself stay as still as possible, wanting to grind his hips or push his neck into his mouth. Finally Eddie seemed to settle on a spot and he opened his mouth to scream as the initial burst of pain washed over him. But then it settled into a warm pressure, and he could feel Eddie’s tongue sliding across the bite where his neck met his shoulder. It was sending sparks of pleasure through his entire body. He writhed against him uncontrollably, and Eddie grabbed his hips, holding him still. After what simultaneously felt like seconds and hours, Eddie pulled back and looked into his eyes. They were both panting and Eddie still had a hard grip on his hips. Steve zeroed in on a smear of blood on his upper lip and couldn’t pull his attention away from it.
As their lips made contact, Eddie pulled his hips forward, rubbing their hard lengths against each other. Steve knew he wasn’t going to last long, and as this might be his only chance, he slid both hands into Eddie’s hair. As he tugged on the soft strands he licked into Eddie’s mouth, chasing the copper taste and reveling in the noises Eddie was making. Steve caught the rhythm and flexed his hips hard against him. Eddie groaned deep in his chest and Steve’s hips stuttered.
“Fuck, Eds, I’m gunna come,” he warned.
“Go ahead, baby, I got you,” Eddie said, still controlling his hips, and quickly reclaimed his mouth. Steve whined into the kiss and ground his hips down. Eddie’s hands released his hips to instead grab his ass to shove him forward and back.
Steve had to break the kiss to gasp out, “Holy shit,” as he came hard. He panted into his shoulder, Eddie kissing down the side of his neck making him shudder as he came down.
“Can’t believe you let me bite you and make you come in your pants,” he chuckled in his ear. “Maybe you’re just as much of a freak as me.” He looked up at him with a wide grin, taking away any sting from his comment.
“Well freaks like us have to stick together.”
“Hmm… speaking of sticking together, can I clean you up?” He lolled his tongue out and Steve gaped at him. His face closed off again, “Too much? It just smells so good. I don’t-“
“No, that’s not- you can, I just- holy shit, Eddie,” he stumbled out.
Eddie’s eyes darkened and his grin grew filthy, “I don’t think ‘holy’ is the correct word for whatever I am, Stevie.”
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AN ;Im in mental anguish pt4 coming soon
“Hey!” I say sitting down on my couch “Hey, i’m about to head out. Are you all set?” he asks “Mhm!” you say and you both chat for a little and eventually hang up. I sit down on your couch and wait while watching tv and I then hear the doorbell ring, I turn off the TV, get up and grab my small messenger bag, and my house keys. I walk over to the front door and open it, as expected it’s him. You quickly look at what he's wearing: a zip-up hoodie with a black shirt underneath, black jeans and– holy shit is that a bat belt? Fuck, i’m not complaining it looks amazing on him “Hey!” you smile brightly “Hey! You look amazing.” he says and I thank him even though I have like
one of the most basic outfits on. I step out and I close my door locking it, Gerard and I walk over to his car where he opens the car door for me, ugh what a gentleman… It’s literally the bare minimum but still, he closes the door and he walks over to the driver's side of the door, he opens it and gets in. He starts the car and right before he drives off he says “Wanna go to the dollar store so we can buy snacks and sneak them into the movie theater?” I lightly laugh “Hell yeah.” he then drives off, we just talk the whole way to the store he finds some parking, shuts the car off, and we get out. He waits for me to catch up to him and he opens the door for me. He walks in after me and we both walk over to the candy section we goof around then actually start browsing for candy he picks out a couple and I pick out a couple too. We both get to the cashier and we set our items down, I go to take out my wallet from my small messenger bag to pay but he stops me “No, let me pay” he says “Are you sure? I feel bad I don't want you paying for everything” I say “Seriously, it’s okay i’ll pay for it.” he smiles, chuckling a bit, he pays the total and the cashier gives us our bagged items and I take the bags and the receipt. We walk out, get into the car, drive off, and to the movie theater he finds some parking a bit far because the parking lot is packed. Right before we get out I take the candies out of the bag and put them in my messenger bag then we get out. We get into the movie theater and he walks up to reception with you to get tickets for a movie, he picks out a scary movie and he checks to see if you want to see it and you agree, he pays for the tickets “We have like.. 15 minutes before the movie starts”he says and you see a mini arcade and you gasp “Oh my god lets go to there they have air hockey!” I say excitedly “Okay, okay” he says smiling and lightly laughing I then grab his hand and rush over and I turn to him “Okay, let me at least pay for the tokens” you say and he gives in “Fine, i’ll get you something after though”he says I pulled out a dollar or two and I put it into the machine and it spits out some tokens, I then give him some and we both have an even amount. He gets on the other side of the air hockey game we both place in the tokens into the slot “im sooo gonna win” I say cockily knowing damn well i'm god awful at this game “Hmmm, we’ll see about that.” he says smugly the game starts and he beats me, twice… But hey I got one point in! We both finished the game and one of us was defeated. “You talked some big game for someone who was gonna lose” he says and you laugh “Cmon I got like one point in!” he laughs “Yeah, exactly” I nudged his shoulder but I still stayed close to him. We both start walking to the theater room they're playing the movie in, Gerard finds us a spot that’s at a really good angle from the screen “Score!” He said quietly and I giggled and you both sat down. We both talk and joke around with him during the other movie advertisement trailers. The movie finally starts and I took out the candies that we bought from the dollar tree out of my bag. I handed him his candies and I took mine. A little bit into the movie I see his hand resting on the armrest and I thought;
Well someone has to make a move, so I slowly went to hold his hand little by little and from my peripheral I saw him looking down, god why do I feel so nervous it’s just some hand holding, what am I, a pre-teen boy? My hand was originally on top of his but I guess he likes switching positions, he intertwined our fingers. I feel myself get warm and red in the face, his hand is so much bigger than mine, I feel his thumb gently caress my hand and I feel that swarm of butterflies, again.
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Part 1 -> here
Here I am back. I'm still sorry about the little mess in the first part, I should have waited for someone to subtitle me in my language so I could understand word for word. But here I am back with part two where we analyze and theorize about the Teaser Trailer of the second season of Helluva Boss!
After this image I don't think there is any need to say anything. Seriously. There will be a flashback to Blitz's past where we would see his mother! What the fuck do we want to know anymore??? I WANT to see this episode NOW. I remember when I saw this scene I jumped out of my chair, but I imagine we all jumped out of our chairs, or bed, or wherever else you were when you saw this stuff. I don't know what to expect but I'm honest. I'm definitely expecting a cute scene between Blitz and his mom since he seems to love her so much. There are those who have theorized that Blitz's mother is ill, but a serious one and that is why in the episode "OOPS" when we saw the flashback of the fire, her mother could not be saved. Meanwhile, his father, instead of collecting the money (as for example in the episode "The Circus" when his father sent him to rob the Goetia family) and helping them to take care of his wife, spends it on other things (which we don't know about, obviously imagining that this theory is true).
However, I am curious to know the character of Barbie and Blitzø's mother.
Okay. Let's breathe so as not to tell this idiot to fuck off. Mammon returns. On the one hand I expected it after the super evil exit (I'm being sarcastic of course. But joking aside I loved when Mammon laughed and ran away. Typical villain in the movies) that he made leaving Ozzie and Fizz to their fate since they have declared that they were in love. Maybe maybe we could even see how things are actually going after their statement. Although. I noticed that the people from Hell didn't completely hate their confession though, I mean did you hear them when Asmodeus said he loved Fizz? It seemed like we Helluva fans were getting excited after they had actually revealed to us in episode six of the second season that the two were together, and we, who had already theorized it in episode seven of the first season (as if it hadn't been obvious but details). However if you notice Mammon's clothing is different from that of episode seven. He tells me a lot about the mafia, and we know that in his ring there is too much of the mafia. Maybe he's doing business with someone? Maybe with Crimson himself for some reason? Or maybe he's simply devising a plan of his own to get revenge on Ozzie and Fizzarolli for humiliating him in front of everyone in his own ring?
However, to make you laugh a little, on the table where Mammon is apparently sitting there is a mini sketboard and a fidget spinner. I don't know, it made me laugh.
LET IT GOOO, LET IT GOOOOOOO🎶
OK stop. I was left speechless at this image, I mean, holy shit! Would we have a clash with our Elsa from Frozen?? In his ice castle?? Come on, anyway, I don't believe that Vivienne wasn't inspired by Elsa to create Andrealphus, I don't believe it. End of the story.
Do we now also want to talk about there will be a song for Octavia??? Holy shit, Vivienne wants to kill us!! I'm looking forward to these five episodes and you tell me that Octavia will have her own space where she will sing?? I can not do it. More than anything the phrase he says pierces my heart: "You never loved mother, you never loved me...you love him" Let's start immediately from the fact that ok, we are still hurt and we don't know what actually triggered this anger or sadness in Via, but I ask myself: Again?? That is, the matter wasn't resolved in episode two of the first season? Stolas said he would never leave his daughter for Blitz, but he never said he didn't love her, as far as I'm concerned Stolas is more of a parent than Stella. Now I don't know the relationship between Stella and Octavia, but seeing her, I don't think in the slightest that he loves her like Stolas loves Octavia. In short, Stella wanted to kill Stolas to take revenge for the bad impression she made him make (only for the bad impression he made, not because he betrayed her with an imp). But then no. It can't be done because then the inheritance would go to Octavia and she would get nothing. Ok that's her brother's plan, but I don't think Stella will hesitate to hurt her daughter to get what she wants. On the other hand, I wasn't the only one to theorize it either. I really hope that the matter about the relationship between Stolas and Octavia is resolved in some way, because Stolas acts as a father to Octavia more than any other father in the world, in short, I would like him as a father. He has understood his mistakes and is trying to fix them. The fact that he is putting his happiness first for now is not (in my opinion) his fault.
Stolas has never thought about his happiness and only after seeing Blitz again is he starting to understand what could be good for Blitz and for himself. I believe that Stolas wants to try to have happiness so that he can share it with his daughter and strengthen their relationship. Obviously tell me what you think, I won't judge your thoughts even if they are different from mine!
Do you remember him? Yes, that's right, our new bad fish that we commented on in part one of this Trailer analysis. I renamed him because when reading the comments on Vivienne's video, someone theorized that he could be the prince of the circle of envy, while still having the appearance of a fish or something similar. I don't know exactly what made me think about it, but it doesn't cause me any confusion, on the contrary it's just more curiosity. Indeed it could be, given that in these just five episodes we would travel between different circles and also return to earth for the adventures of our favorite imps. So I wasn't surprised if we had to meet all the princes or princesses of the various circles. There is a scene where there even seems to be a mysterious and robust character, very strong and with an evil and severe appearance. This character was immediately said by fans to be Satan, being reminiscent of the circle of wrath. I admit I thought so too, but who knows. Remember that even if the answer is so obvious it doesn't necessarily have to be right. 😉 Oh well, bullshit aside, even if that should be Satan we would all be happy to have met the dick from the circle of wrath.
Well now, I think we can finally conclude with this image where Vivienne tells us in which months the episodes will be released. Which makes it more anxiety-inducing since we only know the months and not the precise dates. As some fans had theorized, the episode "The Full Moon" will be released in May. There are those who even thought it would be released in mid-April, but let's say that this episode is so long overdue that people were inventing the worst things to get it out.
And finally. What do you think? What are your thoughts on this Trailer? I still can't believe we would have an episode in May, June and then have to wait until October 🫣. Help.
-Sorry for my english!!!
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Dating Eddie Munson Hc’s
Warnings: None
Note: Expect a LOT of Eddie Munson from me. That boy is perfect, and so is Joe.
This angel had not thought this far out.
In this mind you would take one look at him, hear a word and laugh and call him a freak, maybe even push him aside as you walked away
But nope, instead you smiled at him
ACTUALLY SMILED AT HIM
And wrote your number on a small sticky note before placing it into his hands and kissing his cheek softly.
HOLY FUCKING SHIT, JESUS H CHRIST.
The feeling of your pretty, chapstick covered lips on his cheek was better than any weed he could've ever smoked.
So here was, slightly red faced as he pulled up to your house which was much nicer than his dingy trailer according to him with his van.
Waiting at your front door he watches the door open before looking at a very frowning man
HOLY SHIT NUMBER 2
This can’t be anyone other than Mr. Y/L/N, your dad.
Eddie could’ve shit his pants dude, seriously.
“Bring her back by 10 sharp kid.” is the only thing he gets.
And when he steps back into the house Eddie could swear heaven crashed right in front of him.
There you were, all dolled up, In his opinion looking as beautiful as ever.
Your giggle and the feeling of your hand around his is the only thing that prevents him from deadass floating into the air.
Anyways, the ride there is nice, and he takes the opportunity to compliment your hair.
“Thank you, I did it nice just for you.” you grin.
HOLY SHIT NUMBER 3
He couldn't screw this up. He had just scored a date with the most beautiful girl in Hawkins. He needed to pull out all the stops
Sharing a milkshake? Check
His arm around you? Check
Making you laugh? Check
You wiping the corner of his lips before kissing dangerously close to them?
Chec- WAIT WHAT
He swore to the heavens if he got a boner he’d never show you his face again.
All he could think of when he saw you look down and grin was to actually kiss you.
Sweet, soft and hella fucking romantic hell yeah.
As he drove you back to your house, he couldn’t think of a better way to end the night except give you another kiss right at your front door like the movies, watching you close the door with the promise that you’d see him tomorrow at school.
Do you realize how weirded out Wayne was when his metalhead nephew comes home smiling like an idiot talking about “he's in love”?
YAY! Eddie Munson fluff, I love it. I might make another HC’s with boyfriend!Eddie or might make a nice little fic with the same premise but add Insecure Edward for a little plot thickening, all happy endings of course.
Anyways, hasta la pasta brochachos.
7-1-22
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Beautiful Spouse’s Rewatch Thoughts SPN 07x20 The Girl with the Dungeons and Dragons Tattoo
Laughter
“That was so fkn gross”
“Murica”
“Is it redhead? Fuck yeah”
“Charlie, right? I got it right!”
“SUPER-natural”
“She’s not quite like Kimmy Schmidt. They’re different, but you get it”
“Is there some significance to the song?”
“That’s bullshit”
“That keyboard sucks. Goddamn. I don’t think I noticed that before”
laughter
“Oh yeah, Frank, with the trailer, right?”
“That keyboard looks so uncomfortable. It’s even dusty. They didn’t bother to clean it up. Maybe it’s realistic for a work pc”
“This is some fkn Hollywood bullshit if I’ve ever seen it”
“do it”
“Is he fkn dead now? IS she going to freak out?”
“That didn’t age well”
“I don’t remember this at all”
“Way to give the lady thing away. It could have been a different lady thing”
“What does borax actually do? You probably don’t want it on your hands that long”
“with a face like that, bitch is dead serious”
“well the wifi sucks too. Wait never mind”
laughter “dean fkn smiled”
laughter “was that a lord of the rings desktop?”
“They could have just have her put it in the bushes”
“nerd”
laughter “seriously”
“Dumbledork”
“That seems a little elaborate for that”
“easy for you to say Dean”
laughter
“Pretty awesome actually”
“she works here and she could have liked instead say that she had to update something”
“you and me both?”
“what was so dirty?”
“what the fuck company uses underscores in their user names?”
“That’s one helluva command line”
“Copy email from PRIVATE server”
“that shit is so stressful dude”
“what are we milking? Holy fuck”
“oh Jesus”
“digging dick”
“the fuck did I just read? Is this 2016?”
“gotta grab that dick. He wants it bad”
“not the smoothest landing ever”
“How would they know exactly what container to put it in? Movie magic I guess”
“Why aren’t they running? Fucking idiots”
“He bought you like 30 seconds and all we did was stare”
laughter
“Idk why they wrote it up that they eat people”
“what did they just do? Her makeup is better in this scene”
“She looks better in this scene”
“Let’s just go beat dick first then figure it out later”
“gate 5”
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