#and Ed in a dress is always a hit in my books

[blakbonnet]

Most beautiful precious bride for @gbweddingweek ♥️

[dakotalun]

"Close" | Eddie Munson

pairing: Eddie Munson X Fem Reader

summary: Eddie is teaching you how to DM, but what you don't realize is how close the two of you get throughout the night.

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff

word count: 1.3k

a/n: Just thought we could use some fluff in our lives.

*******NOT MY GIF, CREDIT TO OWNERS*******

When I showed up in the drama room before the weekly Hellfire game, Eddie thought I was lost. Just by the clothes I was wearing and the smile on my face he thought this was some prank from the jocks. He told me later on that he thought “there was no way that someone like you, someone so pretty and normal was interested in Dungeons and Dragons.”

But I was, I love D&D actually. Always have, well since my friends at my old school dragged me along to the first club meeting that year, but I fell in love instantly. The way you can just transform into someone else and not care about the shit going on in the outside world was a dream come true for me.

Once Eddie and I got to talking we hit it off, he was a god at being a DM and I loved that because my last one just wanted to kill all the players as fast as possible as if it were a race to see how many he could off before anyone got into the real storyline.

“So meet at my place around 8? My uncle should be at work by then so we can have the place to ourselves.” Eddie was walking with me to my next class after lunch. The two of us were planning on joint DMing a campaign and wanted to get together soon to start planning.

“That should work. Man, I can't wait to see the look on their faces when they see me sitting in the throne for the campaign!”

“Woah there sweetheart, the throne in there is mine. But I’ll gladly have you on my lap,” Eddie whispers at me before winking. 

I just laughed and punched him in the arm, “In your dreams lover boy,” We reach my classroom after the short walk from the cafeteria, “See you later Eds.”

“Bye sweetheart,” Eddie waves at you before heading off to his own class.

---

The school day couldn’t have gone by slower. The anticipation for tonight was gnawing at my stomach all day. I’ve always been interested in being a DM but never had the chance, so when I approached Eddie with the idea I was fully prepared for him to shoot it down.

To both my luck and surprise he agreed to teach me and help me with a joint campaign to get my feet wet in the Dungeon Master pool. I had almost every book on D&D, reading them late at night when I should’ve been studying for my tests. They were just too fascinating to put down once picked up.

Once I heard the high pitch screech of the school bell dismissing us for the day I was out of my seat and through those doors before my teacher could even give me the homework. I’ll just get it from May tomorrow. I headed straight home to get prepared for tonight, not that this was a date or anything. I just wanted to look good because this is the first time Eddie and I have hung out one on one since we met. 

By the time 8 rolls around I’m already dressed and prepared to see Eddie. I’m going a little out of my confort zone with this outfit because I’m not wearing a bra which is weird for me. The white tank top I have on doing nothing at hiding my nipples and the attached nipple piercings. It’s starting to get colder outside so I threw on some loose fitting jeans and a leather jacket to complete the look before I was off to Eddie’s trailer.

Truth be told, I wanted to wear something that involved a skirt because I notice the way Eddie’s eyes travel to my thighs when I wear one but I also felt like that was coming off too strong, so I decided against it. This shirt will have to do for now.

The drive was short and quiet, the only noice being the wind blowing in from my windows and the animals outside. I reach Eddie’s house and hop out my car, grabbing my bag out the passenger’s seat before heading towards the door.

Just like Eddie said his uncle was at work since I didn’t see his truck outside next to Eddie’s van. I walk up the steps and knock on the door a few times until I hear the lock click and am met with a bright faced Eddie.

“Right on time, come on in.” Eddie opens the door a little more allowing me to walk inside, “Make yourself at home.”

The place is cozy and nice, hats and mugs are hung from the walls in the living room. My eyes scan around, taking in the place Eddie calls home.

“Want a drink?” Eddie offers from the kitchenette to my left.

“Coke if you have it please. If not water’s fine,” I reply, sitting down on the couch. Eddie returns with a Coke for me and a beer for himself.

Eddie couldn’t take his eyes off me as I took the Coke from him, the way my nipples just barely peeked out from beind the leather, showing him the faint outline of my piercings. It was killing him not being able to touch me the way he wanted, to feel me underneath him.

Eddie clears his throat, “So where do we begin?”

---

A few hours later Eddie and I are sitting on the couch, looking over all the pages of notes and open books on the coffee table in front of us. We’ve been going over the base plot line for the campaign for a while now and just need to figure out monsters and level up points.

“I think it would be wise to level them up just before the Ogre caves so that way they won’t get immediately killed you know?”

“I hear that but if we level them up then, we would have level 3 players fighting level 9 monsters in the next town.”

“Shit right, okay what if we,” I think for a minute, taking a quick drink of my third Coke of the night, “I got nothin’.”

Eddie is still looking at the book in front of us, his leg bouncing up and down quickly showing how anxious he is at the moment. I look up from where I’m staring when I feel the movement, my eyes immediately locking with the point where our legs are touching.

My gaze then raises to our arms, his shoulder squished against mine, the muscles flexing as he plays with the rings on his fingers. I took off my jacket a while ago, getting too hot with excitement as we talked about the storyline. Now it felt like my skin was on fire, his heat engulfing me as we sat side by side.

Eddie must have noticed my staring and stopped looking at the books and looked at me. His gaze follows mine when he notices it’s not focused on his own. And once he does notice what my gaze was focused on, he gets even more nervous, his eyes growing wide at the sight.

The softness of my skin on his and the rough feeling of my jeans on his skin through the holes in his own is like heaven to him. He wishes I would stop looking at his arms and look at his eyes because he needs to read my full expression.

As if I read his mind my eyes lock with his, the brown orbs he has containing nothing but warmth in return. The two of us just sit like that for a full minute, neither one of us wanting to break the connection we have. I can see the mix of emotions behind his eyes, the conflict of what to do next. I’m sure he can see my emotions too, fighting and slowly losing the battle to not lean in and kiss him.

I can clearly see the moment when his restraint snaps, the way his eyes darken and become softer at the same time. He leans in slowly, so aganizingly slowly, he doesn’t want to scare me away, he’s giving me an out. But I don’t take it. Instead I take my hand and put it in his hair before pulling his face to mine, locking our lips in a long awaited kiss.

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[naturesapphic]

Hey! Please can you do a Lorraine x fem reader. where instead of Ed the reader is married to Lorraine and is her partner, they are doing an investigation and reader gets hurt? Totally fine if not x🥰

Investigation gone wrong

Lorraine warren x fem!reader

Warning: demons, scary, ambulance, injury

You and your wife Lorraine was doing a investigation where it seemed pretty normal at first until Lorraine gave you a nudge on your shoulder. You pulled her aside to see what was wrong and she gave you a frightening look. “This house isn’t right y/n. It’s evil. At first it seemed like it was trying to hide it or hide itself but it’s slowly starting to reveal itself to me and I don’t like it. I don’t know what to do.” Lorraine explained and you felt your body get chills all over.

Lorraine usually could handle these types of spirits but it seems like this one was getting to her and you didn’t like that. “We will be fine my love. If we need to we can go ahead and leave if you want.” You reassured you and she nodded her head quickly. The two of you returned to the family and told them what was happening which made the more worried than before when they contacted the two of you. When you were packing up and about to leave, you felt something watch you and all of a sudden you let out a scream as your back hit the floor.

You see a shadow coming towards you and soon it was over your body as you couldn’t catch your breath. You hear Lorraine in the background praying and screaming, trying to banish it. It seemed to work because the shadow just evaporated into nothingness and you felt your breath start to slowly come back but you let out a cry as you tried to move. Lorraine rushed over to you with tears streaming down your face as she yelled out for someone to call the ambulance. “Lorr it h-hurts..” you whimpered out as your own tears starting streaming down your red face.

Lorraine shushed your quietly as she held your head in her hands as she heard drew call the ambulance. “They will be here soon baby it’s okay I got you…” she whispered as she held you. In a few minutes the paramedics were here and they put you on a stretcher. Lorraine went with you and rode with you inside the ambulance as they took you to the hospital. It took an hour in total to get you to the hospital, to rush you in and to hook you all up. The doctor came in and told you and Lorraine that you have messed up your back pretty bad and that they will prescribe you some medicine.

They told you to lay off for a while and if you do need to work then you need to take a wheel chair or walker with you at all times. You will be wearing a back brace too as well as do some physical therapy just to make sure nothing else gets worse and to make your back stronger again. In a few hours you were released and got sent back home. Lorraine immediately put you in bed since it was already late and plus you had to anyway. Lorraine went downstairs and fixed you two some dinner while you laid in bed, reading a book, well tried to. Moments later you heard your wife coming up the stairs with a tray in hand.

She puts it on your lap and sits beside you on the bed. She starts to feed you which make you giggle which makes her smile. The two of you eat your meals in silence and once you were down Lorraine grabbed the tray and went back downstairs to put it up. She came back up and started getting herself ready for bed. “Thank love for taking care of me and for dinner.” You said breaking the silence as Lorraine slipped on her dress. She turned around and gave you a soft, loving look. “Anytime baby. I’ll always take care of you. You never have to worry about that.” She says and you nod. “I will always take care of you too lorr. I love you so much.” You reply and she gets in the bed beside you and gets under the covers. “I love you most my sweet. Now get some rest okay sweetie?” She said and you nodded, carefully getting comfortable in the bed as Lorraine snuggled closer to you, the two of you falling asleep peacefully beside each other.

A/n: I hope @13thdoctor-run likes it and I hope the rest of y’all too! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all :) more stories coming out soon for my other characters like Natasha romanoff, Billie eilish, lady dimitrescu, Jade west, and more :)

[steddieas-shegoes]

“Eddie. My love. My light. My heart.”

“What?”

“Did you happen to pack Ella’s clothes?”

“Of course I packed Ella’s clothes. How would I forget her clothes?”

Steve was staring down into a nearly empty bag that they bought for Ella’s clothes when they went on trips.

It was small enough that she could roll it herself, but still big enough to hold all her clothes.

When they were packed, of course.

They took turns packing for her. This time was Eddie’s.

Steve had no reason not to believe that the bag wasn’t packed, he’d even heard them yesterday picking out shirts.

Where the shirts were now was a mystery, though.

“Well, unless she can wear her stuffed elephant or her hairbrush, then she doesn’t have any clothes in this bag.”

Eddie came up behind him, looking over his shoulder to see what Steve was seeing.

Yep, empty.

“I packed her bag. I swear to god I packed clothes.”

Eddie was running his hands through his hair, stress suddenly pouring out of him. Steve knew then that he definitely packed the bag. He would’ve been laughing it off if he hadn’t.

“Ella.”

The realization hit them both at the same time.

They turned from the small bedroom area at the back of the RV to see her playing at the table.

Eddie narrowed his eyes at her but didn’t walk over yet, wanting to form a game plan with Steve first.

“When did she do it?”

“Probably while we were sleeping.”

“How did we not notice how light it was?”

“She made us let her carry it the whole way, remember?”

They both sighed. They thought she was just being independent.

Since turning three a month ago, she wanted to do everything by herself, even things that were still much too difficult for her to do. They always let her try first as long as it wasn’t actually dangerous, and she was a very determined kid.

But determination wasn’t always a positive, as Eddie and Steve quickly learned when she used that determination to wreak havoc on their surprisingly careful organization.

“Why would she do this?”

“Oh my god.”

“What?”

Eddie shook his head.

“What?!”

“This is because I told her we couldn’t pack her princess dresses.”

“But we never pack her princess dresses.”

“Ah, but she never cared before.”

“And she cares now?”

“Obviously.”

“So…she just decided to not wear any clothes because we said no on the princess dresses?”

“Indeed.”

Steve huffed out a laugh, but it was to cover all of his frustration with their strong-willed daughter.

“I’m gonna go hook up the plumbing. You handle the princess.”

“To be clear, we’re not letting her be independent with this anymore, right?”

“Not until she can stop being sneaky.”

“Well, that’s unfortunate. She’s my kid.”

“Eds, she isn’t biologically yours.”

“It doesn’t matter. She got it by osmosis.”

“…okay.”

Steve left the RV and Eddie joined Ella at the table, where she’d started coloring in her coloring book they kept in the RV to keep her busy.

“Ella, you know your daddy and I were just unpacking our things and the weirdest thing happened.”

“What?” Ella didn’t look up from her coloring as she spoke.

“Your clothes disappeared.”

Ella looked up at Eddie, jaw wide open as if she wasn’t the culprit behind the missing clothes.

“Do you have any idea where they might be?”

“No! They left?”

“Well, I have a hunch. Wanna hear it?”

Ella nodded furiously, playing her role well. Eddie was impressed.

“My hunch is that someone was upset they couldn’t bring their princess dresses and decided that they didn’t wanna wear their other clothes either. That someone must have unpacked their bag before we even left the house.”

“Who did that?”

“I don’t know. But Daddy and I are keeping an eye out. If you know anything, tell us,” Eddie shrugged. He knew she’d give in eventually.

But not right away.

She went back to coloring and he got up to finish unpacking his own bag so Steve wouldn’t have to.

After a few minutes, he felt arms around his leg.

“Hi, princess,” he smiled down at her, resting his hand on her head.

“Daddy, it was me! I did it!”

Eddie did his best to hide his smirk by looking up the ceiling. He could hear Steve cussing outside, probably struggling to hook up by himself like always.

“What did you do, princess?”

“I stoled the clothes!”

She was crying now and Eddie hated when she cried. Even when she was in trouble, he hated it.

“Where did you put them, angel?”

“I hided them under my bed.”

Eddie was impressed. She was good.

“Why did you hide them?”

“Cuz I wanna be a princess!”

“But daddy said no, didn’t he? And that means you have to wear your regular clothes for this trip.”

“But I was sad.”

Eddie got down on the floor, pulling her into his lap. She was trying to catch her breath, but she was still too upset, hiccuping through tears.

“Baby, let’s take a deep breath so we can talk, okay?”

Eddie heard the RV door open, but he paid no attention to it, focus on calming Ella down.

They took some deep breaths together, and Eddie kept a calm smile on his face so she knew that he wasn’t that upset.

“Alright, let’s talk. Do you know why I said no to bringing the princess dresses?”

“Cuz they get ruined.”

“Yeah, baby. You know how we go do a lot of fun things on these trips and sometimes we get messy outside?” Ella nodded. “Your princess dresses aren’t easy to clean or fix if something happens to them, so it’s better to keep them at home. Don’t you think so?”

Ella nodded again.

“I can be a princess?”

Eddie smiled at her.

“Of course you can still be a princess. They don’t always wear fancy dresses you know. One time I met a princess who wore jeans and a t-shirt to go on adventures. Just like you can wear now.”

“Oh.”

Eddie let her sit with this information for a moment, but just when he was going to say something, she spoke.

“Sorry, Daddy. We go home?”

“No, princess. We can run to the store and grab you some play clothes. But do you know what I think you should do?”

“What?”

“Apologize to your dad, too. He was really sad when he saw your bag.”

“Oh. Don’t want him sad.”

“No, we don’t. How about you go say sorry to him and I’ll get finished here so we can go to the store?”

“Okay.”

“Love you, princess.”

“Love you mostest.”

“Love you infinity.”

“So many?”

“So many.”

[lillypad910]

When We Were Young

Pairing: Eddie Munson x childhood friend!f!girly girl!Reader

Word count: 5352

Warnings: pet names (Doll, it’s my fav ok), small age gap (Eddie is two years older than you), near death experience, first kiss (of multiple), there are some heated moments but no smut, angst sometimes but fluff

Summary: You moved to Hawkins, Indiana with your family when you were still little. Moving into a mobile home in the trailer park, you met Eddie and Wayne Munson. You become friends quickly, learning you love him early on. But what happens in 1986, when your whole world crumbles?

A/N: This is a story I wrote a while ago, this jumps years so please enjoy! Might write another one like this if it does good cause I really enjoyed it, give me character ideas? 👀

1974

It was late May when your family moved to Hawkins, Indiana a small town where everyone knew each other. You were young, about seven, and freshly out of second grade.

The smell of cigarettes filled the air when your car pulled into the trailer park, the moving truck following after. Your dad parked outside your new home, a small mobile, the sides covered in mildew and dark green vines.

Your parents were greeted by a man, welcoming you all to the town, introducing himself as Wayne Munson, a new neighbor. A boy walks up to you, his clothes too big for him, and his hair buzzed. He smelled of cigarette smoke with a hint of mahogany. “Name’s Eddie,” the kid holds out his hand, which was covered in a thin layer of dirt from playing out on the roads. You introduced yourself, and took his hand, which made him smile. “You look like a doll in that dress.” He gestures to the frilly dress your mom made you, the puffed sleeves trimmed in a cream colored lace. “I like dolls.” You squeezed the teddy you have been holding for the whole ride to your chest. Eddie didn’t stop smiling.

The next week, after everything had been moved in, Eddie invited you to play outside with the other kids, which your mom agreed to let you. “She looks like a toy.” One of the older kids snickered, nudging some of the others. You looked down at your white bloomers under your short pink puffy dress. Your parents didn’t have money, but your mother always made you cute clothes. “She looks like a doll.” Eddie corrects them, as if it was the most obvious thing.

You followed Eddie around the entire summer, like a lost puppy follows a friendly person when they receive food from them. You liked being around him, and he liked being around you.

You would come over for lunch with him and hang out in his room where he showed you a bunch of cool comic posters and some cool fantasy movies and books. The joy and excitement on his face making you giggle. He was older than you by two years, but he didn’t let it get to his head. He enjoyed your company, he enjoyed making someone laugh and smile. You were his best friend.

1978

As the summer breeze brushed in through your cracked open window you could hear voices from outside. You ignore them, the soft whispers of who you assume was someone simply passing by. “Doll,” the name you recognize and reply to peaks through the opening, sinking into your ears.

You crawl over to the window and sit yourself in front of the glass pane, peering out into the night. Eddie stands there with a few other children of the park, his baggy clothes still not fitting him properly even at 13. “What?” You ask, opening your window more. He gestures for you to come on, waving his hands. “We’re going to sneak out to the arcade, wanna come?” He asks. You glance over at the older kids, they all are at least 12, besides Markus Flinch, the 15 year old who lives with his mom at the front of the trailer park. “My mom would be mad, Eds.” You tell him. He tilts his head, “She doesn’t have to know! Come on!” He steps closer to the window and holds out his hand to you. The familiar scent of smoke and wood hits you. You roll your eyes at the older boy, before holding up your finger to him. “One second.”

You slip on your Mary Janes, the one pair of shoes you begged your mom for and she got you, even though they were a little over priced, before climbing out the window. Eddie helped you onto the ground, placing his hands on your waist and letting you use his body as a safety net.

You climbed onto the back of his bike, gripping his shoulders as he started to peddle. The other kids following after you.

Pulling into the arcade, Eddie stopped his bike and let you hop off, placing the bike into the rakes with the other kids. He grabbed your hand and pulled you inside, following the older kids in. You all crowded around a couple machines, wasting all the saved quarters you had to save princesses and fight dragons. You slipped away to explore.

Stopping in front of the claw machine, you eyed a stuffed animal, a small cat that was laying down. Eddie spotted you and walked over. “You want the cat?” He asked you, and took your silence as a yes. He shoved in a quarter and did his best to snatch the cat from the pile. It took him a whole two dollars and a “borrowed” quarter from Jimmy Hanker, before he finally dropped the cat into the retrieve hole. He reached down, sticking his arm into the machine and pulled out the stuffed cat before handing it to you. “Here you go, Doll!” He smiles brightly, and you take it, holding the cat to your chest.

The ride home was calm and quiet as everyone was sleepy from the night’s events. Eddie now two dollars poorer, and in debt to Jimmy down the dirt road, but it was worth it to see you smile.

1979

The hot air of late June seeps from the glass of the window as you sat in Eddie’s room, the boy now 14 and you 12. The room had changed a bit since you were younger, a couple more things in the room, more of a mess, and a brand new guitar he got for Christmas sitting in his lap while he strums it carefully. You pan over the girly magazine you brought over from your house, the cute male actors catching your eye. “John Travolta is pretty cute.” You say looking at the picture of him and Olivia Newton-John, dressed as their characters from the newest movie Grease that released last week.

“I thought Rizo was cool, had some attitude.” Eddie chuckles at the thought. You turn around, looking up at him from the floor at the foot of his bed. “Hey Eddie,” you start but stop yourself, turning around back to the floor, “Nevermind.” Eddie tilts his head confused. He sits his guitar down, leaning it against the nightstand before crawling over his bed and leaning over your small seated form.

“What’s up?” He asks. “Nothing, I was just-“ you look up to him, immediately going silent from the way he was so close to you. “I was gonna ask something, but it’s dumb.” Eddie couldn’t help himself from chuckling. “Doll, anything you have to say isn’t dumb.” He reminds you. You feel your cheeks heat up, but you keep your eyes on the magazine in your lap. “Have you ever kissed anyone?” You ask.

Eddie thought for a moment, he had, a girl in his class, Karrie Jones. She was a girl who was dared to kiss him during spin the bottle at Markus’ house, but you didn’t need to know all that.

“I have, why?” You scrunch into yourself. “I was just wondering.” You simply express, turning around to him, finally. You climb onto your knees and prop your elbows onto his bed in front of him, your training bra becoming slightly visible as your shirt gets pulled down a bit. “Have you?” He asks. You shrug, “I mean, no. No one has asked to. All the boys in my grade kinda suck.” Eddie chuckles at your statement. “You don’t have a crush on anyone?” “Not really.” You express. Eddie thinks for a moment.

His eyes scan over your cheeks, which are softly dusted in pink, your lips with the pink colored gloss your mom bought you for your birthday this past year. He wanted you to be his first kiss, but Karrie Jones took that privilege from you. He didn’t like Karrie Jones.

“I could be your first kiss.” The words fumble out of his mouth faster than his brain could process them. He watches your cheeks flush a darker pink tone. “I mean- I didn’t mean to- only if you want me to be“ “Okay.” You stare at him.

You watch the tips of his ears go red, and his brown doe eyes widen. He wasn’t expecting a yes. He thinks for a while, trying to figure out how to go about this. You look up at him more, trying to figure out what you’re supposed to do, if anything.

Eddie leans down and presses a soft peck on your lips before pulling away, his bare shoulders now red. You feel your face and ears go warm. He stares at you for a moment, before pulling away and grabbing his guitar again and starting to play once more, a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. You turn back to your magazine, a smile now plastered across your face.

1982

The summer sun blares on your skin as Eddie drives down the road, the windows rolled down, letting the wind whip your hair around. The loud metal music blares through the speakers as you shuffle through the other cassette tapes he owns, trying to find the mixtape you made for him last year with a mix of some of your favorite songs. You hear the flick of a lighter and look up at your best friend only to give him a glare.

Eddie lights a cigarette held in his lips, before flicking the lighter closed. “Eddie,” he freezes and glances at you. “What?” He asks, before throwing the lighter on his dashboard. “You know I hate you smoking.” “Yet you still love me.” He smirks at you, a playful glint in his eye, which makes you roll your own.

Your friends in school thought it was weird that your best friend was a junior boy, though it made it worse to them that said boy was Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson. You didn’t care, you never have. You enjoyed Eddie’s childish but playful behavior, his quirky manors and flirty nature. His hair has grown out way more than the buzz it used to be since you met him, and honestly he looks great. You would be the first to say it.

He pulls into the driveway of the lake house. It has been abandoned for a few weeks now, since Rick was arrested again. You grab out your bag from the back seat and Eddie unlocks the house, gesturing you to go in. “Ladies first.” “Oh thank you, Eddie the Banished, how kind of thee.” You snicker, carrying your bag into the house. “Of course, my lady, it is my honor to welcome you to my humble abode! Might we enjoy the house?” He smirks. You can’t help but giggle.

You sit curled up on the couch, your feet propped up on Eddie’s lap. Pizza boxes are emptied out on the coffee table as he puts on Halloween. You both groan at the stupid babysitter. “Why does she have to call over her boyfriend? She’s working. And in a horror film!” You gesture to the screen. Eddie laughs at your outburst. “What?” You ask, “the number 1 rule of surviving a horror film is not having sex and she’s totally gonna have sex!” You explain. Eddie smiles and shakes his head.

When the movie ends you glance out towards the lake, it’s dark. “Night swimming?” You look over at your best friend, a cheeky grin on your face. Eddie snickers before agreeing and you both go to your separate rooms to change.

You come out in your mom’s old bathing suit, one she never wore as a teen in 1959 cause it didn’t fit. It’s a red and white polka dotted one piece that haltered around your neck into a bow.

Eddie walks out of his room and stares at you as you stand in the living room, pulling your hair up in a ponytail so it doesn’t get wet.

Eddie can’t help but stare, he’s a horny teenage boy whose best friend is the one person he really wants, so yes, seeing you in a cute swim suit stopped his breathing.

“Ready?” He asks, pulling two beach towels from the closet. You smile at him and nod, securing your hair in your scrunchy.

Eddie leads you out to the water’s edge, sitting the towels out on the shore before quickly running out into the water, making you giggle. “It’s actually pretty warm, I thought it would be colder.” He lowers down into the shallow water. You step into the water only to have your feet feel slightly chilled, but not at all what you thought it would be. Before you can react, Eddie snatches you up and pulls you out deeper into the lake. “Eddie!” You slap his shoulder as he holds you around your hips, holding you against his body. “That’s my name, Doll, don’t wear it out.” He grins from ear to ear, proud of himself.

You glare at him, but your eyes soften when you meet his doe eyes, the soft stare back at you. “You know, it’s kinda weird, I think I’ve brought, what, three other girls out here- hey!” You smack your palm against his head, “You couldn’t pull three different girls, Munson.” He removes one hand from your back and places it against his chest, head tilting back. “You wound me, my lady.” “All in a days work.”

You both swish around in the water for a while, enjoying the extra warmth his body pressed against yours gives you. His hands secure you against him, holding around your waist while you lay your head on his shoulder.

You never feel uncomfortable around Eddie, no matter how you look or feel. He was comfort. The comfort you feel from the scent of his cheap cologne and the stench of cigarettes that comes from him. It all was Eddie. Though he’s changed a lot from that first day in late May, he’s still Eddie, your Eddie. And you love him.

You snuggle your face into his neck, the lake water reaching to your shoulder blades. You feel safe here with Eddie, like no one could touch you.

Eddie was doing his best to stay calm as your nose touches his neck. His hand presses firmly against the small of your back, enjoying your chest press against his own. He felt peaceful, with you stationed in his arms, snuggled into him to radiate more warmth.

“Hey, Doll,” Eddie pulls you both more into the shallow area, making sure he’s able to support you both in the water. You hum in response, but when he doesn’t answer, you sit up and look down at him. He stares at you, eyes unreadable. “What’s up?” You ask. He hesitates for a moment, glancing around the lake as if checking to make sure you’re alone. “Can I kiss you…?” The question lingers in the air for a while, an innocent ask.

You haven’t kissed anyone since Eddie kissed you that one time in his room. You haven’t dated anyone, even held hands with anyone, only Eddie. Yes, you want him to kiss you.

“You can.” You tell him. His eyes glitter as they catch the lamp light at the shore of the lake. He leans in to you, pressing a soft but sweet kiss to your lips. You hesitate a moment before kissing back.

Eddie’s lips are soft, pillowy even. He tastes like tobacco, but something minty lingers on the edge of his breath.

Your lips are squishy and soft too, Eddie notes to himself. A sweet taste, pleasing to him.

You lay your arm around his neck as you allow yourself to sink into the kiss more. Eddie places and hand firmly on the side of your face, rubbing his thumb against your cheek as he deepens the kiss, pressing his tongue to swipe across your lower lip.

You let him pull you both to shore, before laying you down on the ground, your back pressing into the soft dirt, before towering over you and kissing you again. Your legs naturally go around his hips, but he doesn’t lower himself. He keeps his hips elevated but his shoulders and head are lowered to you. When you both pull away, you’re breathless. Eddie stands before giving you a hand to lift you on your feet.

The kiss wasn’t talk about ever again, a lingering dismissal that happened and went. You both went back into the house, and enjoyed the rest of your weekend as two best friends would normally, with movies and board games.

1983

Eddie couldn’t help but notice as a guy started walking you to classes, but not just any guy, Steve “the hair” Harrington. You knew Steve through one of your other friends, but Eddie didn’t know much about the guy.

As he watched you stand in front of your locker, giggling with the guy, he couldn’t help the feeling of his stomach twisting. The undeniable feeling of jealousy.

Why were you talking to other guys? Were you dating him?

Eddie didn’t like the idea of you dating someone else, someone that wasn’t him. He just didn’t. He doesn’t have the courage to ask you out himself, but he doesn’t wanna see you walking around with other guys.

When the end of May rolled over into early June, the weather began to rain a bit more than usual during this time of year.

You always came over to his place when it rained, you both would sit on his couch and watch movies until it stopped. When you were both younger, you would run around in the mud and jump in puddles, but you haven’t been doing that since you got one of your dresses ruined by the mud splashing up.

Today you didn’t come.

Eddie sits outside, in the doorway of his trailer, a cigarette between his lips as the rain hits the concrete under his feet. His front is wet from the rain splashing up but he doesn’t care. The weather is humid and warm, making the rain the same.

He watches a car pull into the trailer park, before parking outside your home. Eddie watches you step out, your face the same as the day your dress got all muddy and ruined. He knows somethings wrong.

Then Steve steps out of the driver’s side.

He reaches out and grabs your arm, trying to pull you back to him, but you pull your arm away. “Come on, (y/n), it was just a joke.” He tries to laugh off the prank his friends pulled on you. “A joke? Steve, they took photos of me changing in your room!” You yell at him.

Steve shrugs, “At least they didn’t post them anywhere.” You stare at him in disbelief. “Are you serious? What the hell, Steve? Principals? Morals? The law? I’m a minor, Steve!” “So are we! It was just some fun, I’ll tell them to trash them, it’s not that big of a deal, (y/n)!”

The brunette tries to pull you in by your waist but you shove him away, walking towards your front door. “No, Steve. Because it’s basic respect! It’s everything!” You whip around to face him, his face not even looking hurt.

“I’m done. We’re done. God, Steve,” you look away from him, “I can’t believe I’ve dated you for so long only to realize now that you don’t respect me.”

You laugh at yourself, completely shocked at your own stupidity. You were blinded by infatuation, but now you see clearly. “Just, we’re done. Go home, Harrington.” You shove your door open and make it inside, slamming it shut in your now-ex’s face.

You lock it, and finally breath. You press your back to the door as your hair drips water onto the vinyl tile beneath you. You hear the car door open and slam shut, the rush of rain hitting the metal of the hood. It starts, and you hear the gravel crunch under the tires as Steve Harrington leaves, out of your life.

You feel almost relief. As if this huge burden was pulling you done for the past 4 months. You stand in the dark of your house, breathing, your chest rising and falling to a normal pace.

Stepping into your room after a couple minutes, you flick on the nightstand light, before throwing yourself into your desk chair. You look up at your ceiling. You should be crying, that’s the normal response to a break up right? But you can’t, you don’t feel sad.

A tap comes from your window and you peer up at it to see the long haired dork you call your best friend. You walk over, opening the window and pulling the metal head into your room. “You could have used the door, Eds.” You tell him, giggling as he shakes his head like a dog, hair soaking wet from the heavy downpour outside. “Yeah, but that’s not nearly as fun.” He smiles at you.

You gesture him to follow you to your bathroom, which he happily obeys, Reeboks leaving a wet print in the carpet of your room.

You lead him into the bathroom and sit him down on the toilet lid, pulling out a towel. “So why was Harrington here?” He asks. You run the towel through his hair, raising your brow. “You spying on me, Munson?” He tilts his head back to look at you, doe eyes soft and glittering from the bare light bulbs above your mirror. “Well someone has to keep an eye on you.” You roll your eyes at his statement.

Eddie has always been protective of you, you knew that. Ever since your first day of third grade and some girl made fun of your dress. Eddie made it seem like your clothes were cool, being he was older, kids listened. He was always there when you felt down, felt insecure, he was the boy who asked to be your first kiss, and honestly you hope he will be your last.

But that’s just a daydream, a flicker of imagination in your mind, tainting your reality.

Pulling out your hairdryer, you give him a quick blowdown, ruffling his hair. Eddie always enjoyed these moments, you pampering him, treating him almost like a child. He could see you doing it to your own kids in the future, their dark curls flipping around from the burst of air the dryer let out.

But that’s just a daydream of his. A flicker of imagination in his mind, tainting his reality.

You finish and unplug the hair tool, before pulling him back to your room. Eddie immediately walks over to your dresser, opening the bottom right drawer, his drawer. A few pairs of extra boxers, some pants, jeans and sweats, and a couple old band tees lie inside. He pulls out an old tee, a band he hadn’t listened to since freshman year.

He removes his soaked one and replaces it. It smells like you, soft daisy and honey, a hint of orange, and the plush warmth of something deeper, some kind of wood. But it was you. You’ve worn this shirt, and he could tell. He watched as you tugged a large tee over your own head, another shirt he recognized as his own, though the image was faded from multiple washes.

After throwing on some sweats, he lays down across your bed and you join him, leaning back against his shoulder. Your shorts scrunch at your thighs, lifting to show your entire leg. He places his hand on your thigh, rubbing his thumb in circles over your soft skin. “Ed,” you look up at him and he hums in response. “Can I kiss you…?”

Eddie freezes at the question and looks down at you, a small smile forms on his face. “Only if you want to, Doll.” He places his hand on your cheek and softly moves his fingers down across your jaw before tipping your chin up. He leans down and places a soft kiss on your lips and you instantly lean into him more.

Your hand places onto his chest, softly pushing him down before throwing your leg across his lap, straddling him. Eddie hums into the kiss, gripping your thighs and leaning forward against your pressure on his chest. He kisses you sloppily, licking your bottom lip and you let him, opening your mouth slightly. His tongue fights yours, and your hands grip firmly at his shoulders when his move to your lower back, pulling you closer.

He pulls away finally, you both panting as your foreheads press together. “I think you’re gonna be the death of me, Doll.” He chuckles softly, making you giggle. “Eddie,” you throw your arms around his neck and give his cheek a soft peck, “do all men suck…?” Your voice sounds sad, but your face appears relaxed. Eddie thinks for a moment.

“Do I suck?” He questions back, eyes widening, anticipating your answer. You can’t help but let out a small laugh. “Fair point, Munson.” You lay your head onto his shoulder and he leans his head against yours, placing soft kisses on your cheek and forehead as you doze off.

1986

You’re in the Upside Down, Eddie and Dustin pressed to your back. The bats outside bang on the walls and roof of Eddie’s trailer. “I think it’s time to scoot.” You tell them. Eddie nods and you all move towards the makeshift rope from earlier.

You let Dustin climb up first as the banging becomes harder. Your heart races as you watch Dustin drop onto Eddie’s mattress. “Ed,” you look over at him. He’s staring at the door of the trailer, “Ed.” You call out again, making him turn to you. “Come on,” you tell him, hand on the rope. “You first.” He steps closer. You stare at him, time practically stopping. “You’re- you’re gonna be right behind me right?” You ask him. He nods. “Guys, come on!” Dustin calls out.

You climb up the rope, fear pulling at your heart. You drop down and take Dustin’s hand to get to your feet. “Come on, Eddie!” Dustin yells. Eddie stands on the other side of the gate staring at you. “Eddie,” you simply say. “I’m sorry.”

He cuts the rope.

Your heart stops. As he runs out of view you feel the world stop around you, everything in slow motion. You can’t loose him. You refuse to. He’s everything to you. He’s all you’ve wanted since you can remember.

“(Y/n)!” Dustin calls out your name. You look over at the freshman as he moves a chair on top of the mattress. You quickly step up and pull yourself through the gate, Dustin helping to push you through. He follows after you but you don’t wait.

You bust through the trailer door and see your best friend on the ground, the demobats biting at his stomach, chest, everywhere they can. You grab anything you can get your hands on, which seems to be a bat on the ground by the trailer, and begin swatting at them, knocking them off of his tattered body.

Dustin runs out and begins helping you, but before long they all fall to the ground, you run over to Eddie as he breaths heavily, he’s coughing. “Doll?” He speaks out as you quickly fall to his side, pulling his head onto your lap. “Right here, Eds, you’re gonna be ok.” You fumble out your words tears coming out of your eyes. “I didn’t run away this time.” Eddie smiles, Dustin stares at his body, eyes wide and worried. “No, no you didn’t, Eddie. You did really good.” Your voice is cracking, every emotion that has been hidden away for years now being pulled forward.

“You have to leave, get out of here.” Eddie chokes out. “No, I’m not leaving you, Eddie. I can’t-” Eddie lifts his hand and he smiles at you. “You know whats really stupid?” You let your tears fall down your face. “I did this without ever telling you.”

You stare at him confused, forehead crinkling. “Tell me what, Eds?” You run your fingers over his cheek. His smile grows, “I love you, (y/n). I’ve loved you forever.” He coughs a bit leaning into your touch. “I-“ You hesitate, taken aback by his sudden declaration of love. “You fucking idiot.” You cry harder, tears dripping down on his cheeks. “God, why are you so fucking stupid…?” He chuckles, which turns into a cough. “(Y/n), please go…” His eyes flutter closed and your heart stops.

“Eds..? No. No no no no, Eddie!?” You pay your palms against his cheeks, “Please, no, no no. Wake up. Come on, Eds, don’t die on me!” You quickly get to your feet, pulling his shoulders off the dirt and to your chest, you look over at Dustin. “(Y/n), what are you doing…?” “I can’t leave him, Dustin. I refuse! We need to get him to a hospital!” Dustin stands there, shock and fear stopping him from moving.

“Dustin!!” You yell at him and he quickly reacts, grabbing at Eddie’s feet.

You sit in the hospital room, the sun of a new day shinning in through the curtains. It’s been a week since the events of the Upside Down. Eddie has been unconscious but alive, laying in the hospital bed in front of you. He’s been proven innocent, the old lab workers covering up the accident of the Upside Down.

You stare out the window, your body still weak from the events of that night. “Doll…?” The voice catches you off guard, whipping your head around you look towards the bed. “Eddie…?” You stand quickly, moving over to be by him. He smiles at you, happy to see you are ok. “Am I dreaming…?” He asks. Your eyes water, tears slowly falling down your cheeks, “No, Eds, I’m here. I’m right here. We’re ok, Dustin and I pulled you out.” You grip his hand happy to hear his voice again, happy to see him awake again.

He grips your hand tightly, “hey, it’s ok. I’m ok.” He smiles at you, making you laugh a bit. “I’m supposed to be saying that, Eds, you’re the one in a hospital bed.” Eddie stares at you, his brown doe eyes soft as he smiles up at you. “Eddie,” you cup his cheek, leaning down and pressing your lips to his.

His eyes widen, but he kisses you back, bringing his free hand up to your cheek. “What was that for…?” You smile pressing your foreheads together. “I love you, Eddie Munson. I should have told you that so long ago. I’ve loved you since when I was 11 and you won me that cat plush from the claw machine, loved you when you gave me my first kiss all those years ago. Hell, I loved you when we were in that lake at night, and you held me so close to you. God, why didn’t I tell you soon?” You cry, tears streaming down your face.

He grins at you, teeth showing, “I love you, (y/n), so much. God, never let me do something like that again. Could’ve died and never had this moment.” He laughs, and you do too. You give him another kiss, this time letting it last longer.

“I’ll go get the doctor now, let them know you’re awake.” You smile and pull away from him.

Eddie stays in the hospital for another couple of days after waking up, for checkups and tests. You finally become his girlfriend after years of being best friends.

As much as your world was turned upside down within the last month, being able to call him yours, finally, made it all worth it. You’d fight a thousand more demobats to be able to go back in time and live every moment of your life with him again. Because finally, after so long, you knew how much you both loved each other. It was all gonna be ok.

[fanficfanatic000]

bad habit love

Bad habit love Eddie Munson x best friend fem reader

Based of song

18+

You and eddie have been best friends for years you've always loved him and he always loved you but neither of you knew And you both go to high-school and prom is coming up.

"Princess?!" The messy haired metal head said while waving his ringed hand back and forth in front of your face "What? Edds" You said "well love we were in the middle of a conversation then you dozed off" "oh. Sorry eddie what were we talking about?" He chuckles to himself "i said are you coming to dnd tonight?" You shake your head no "sorry eds i got some homework thats due" you grabbed your books from your locker and walked away. Eddie follows you "no problem ill see ya afterwards though? Cause i found a new horror movie we could watch" he smirks "Yeah sounds good at your place " you wink at him "okay ill be of hellfire at 5 so just wait for me " he says running off He's always had a charm about him . He goes to hellfire club but then Mike brought in your replacement for the night Chrissy cunningham she liked eddie so of course she flirted with him he was skeptical at first because of his feelings for you but he knew you don't like him that way so he asked her to prom afterwards. . It's 5:10 and no eddie to be found You sighed "nerd club probably is just lasting longer then usually" Robin said to you. "Yeah probably… go ahead eddie will be out eventually" 5:40 you go back in the school and you see eddie and chrissy talking in the halls he looks to almost be out but you can't help but get upset. Jealous. Hurt. Sad. So you just decided to walk home. Well run home Eddie walks out of the school wondering where the hell you are then he checked the time 6:00 "fuck munson get it together" she probably got a ride home from Robin.. he thought to himself… he gets in his van and drives down the road then he saw you walking on the sidewalk to your house he pulls over and got out "Princess?" He says walking up to you "Eddie?" "Princess why are you walking home this late alone?" "Well umm….. i just decided to" "Why?….." he looks at you concerned "Well you were late and i didn't want it to get any darker so i just walked." "Im sorry my sweetheart. Do you still want to watch the movie or?" "Eddie im tired take me home" you kinda snapped at him But you were trying not to cry infront of him and just seeing him makes you want to cry.

The next day: You wake up and put on your ripped black jeans with a hellfire t shirt that you ripped into a tank top and put on your eyeliner and waited for eddie to pick you up 5 minutes later he pulled up "looking good Princess" he winks. But you rolled your eyes and couldn't help but smirk a little Last night you just accepted the fact that of course eddie would want the cheerleader not some nerdy girl he is friends with. Silence the whole ride to school He got out and opened your door "so you going to steves party tonight?" "I thought i might.. robin wanted me to" "Well now that you're going i will be there .ill give you the ride" "Yeah but first you'd have to take me to my house to get ready beforehand" "alright"

After school eddie is waiting for you to co.e out of your house Then you did wearing a pretty little black dress with layered necklaces and combat boots "R-ready gorgeous?" "Yep" eddie is wearing a black button up with the top button undone. Damn he's so sexy without even trying

At the party: Outside at the pool side This fucking asshole has been chatting about something stupid for hours and eddie is chatting with chrissy and you've had a couple beers And you got hit by a heat wave you grab the asshole infront of you Jason carver and you throw you and him in the pool Eddie sees as you come up his hands all over your soaked body the dress clinging to you and the dress lid down just enough to reveal the color of your red bra Jason picked you up and puts you on the ledge of the pool and trys to slide your dress farther down until eddie picked you up like a bride and carried you to his van "fucking asshole" he mumbles he puts you in the passenger side and got in the driver seat "fuck Princess what has gotten into you. Youve been distant and You got drunk and started to come on to jason come on you know someone like his is gonna take advantage of you when you're like that" "like what eddie?!" "Well when you get drunk you kinda get……….horney…..and usually you come at me with it not some stupid asshole Cause i know you.. you dont mean it so im okay with it but not when you go to someone else" "not like it matters eddie you dont care " "i do care because i dont want someone to hurt you you're my best friend…" "yeah well you were distracted with chrissy so i didnt come to you " You thought about telling eddie. He already hurt you so no more damage can be done at this point He took you to his trailer so he could take care of you. He picks you up and carries you in. Of course wayne works at night so that wouldn't be a problem. Eddie set you on his bed and tossed you a shirt one of his then he turned around as you took that dress off and put the shirt on. And it hit you eddie probably will do this with chrissy. Will probably put his hands on her and then tears start running down your face… Eddie turns around. "S-sweetheart why…. are you crying….?" You smile "i-i im not its fine…." "Princess..? What's wrong?" He sits next to you not knowing he's the one making you cry "eddie i think im just tired" he knew you weren't just tired you lied he thought Jason carver what did you do to her You and eddie just lay next to eachother for the hundredth time of course because of you and eddies late movie nights

Day of prom: You wake up remembering everything of course eddies not next to you but then you hear a girl voice coming from his living room then you hear him "well i'll see ya at prom bye chrissy" "then you needed to escape so like any normal person you put your boots on and climbed out his bedroom window and walked your ass home still in Eddie's shirt. "Fuck" you whispered looking in your bedroom mirror You hear ringing and you awnser "y/n you going to prom its robin ya know your other best friend " "fuck i dont have a dress that isnt at eddies house" "okay well take a shower ill be there to go dress shopping" . After dress shopping: you bought yourself a nice red dress sure to wow everyone not just eddie…red his favorite color… but also yours.. you did your makeup and you were ready . Prom: robin and her girlfriend gave you a ride then ran off and disappeared… and you were alone. No date. No friend even then eddie walked through the door he had a black suit with a blood red tie just as you imagined and his arm around chrissy she's wearing a short blue dress she's stunning and it killed you cause you know what happens prom night…. you walk to the one person you know has forbidden alcohol Gareth eddies band dnd friend you never really talked but you and him had a type of brother sister complex "i need the strong stuff " you say handing him a 10 dollar bill "Fine ill let you have a discount this time" He usually charged 20 dollars but this time you got lucky. You fucking chugged the small bottle of alcohol tiny enough to fit in your purse. Then eddie saw you as he was walking to the punch with 2 red solo cups "Sweetheart what the hell happened youve been weird lately like avoiding me and shit " "eddie im fine you probably need the free time " then Jason walked through the door and eddie still thought he might of did something to you so he rushed him grabbing the collar of Jason carvers shirt " what did you do to her?!" "Look freak i didnt do anything to your girlfriend." "Shes not my girlfriend shes my friend now what did you do" chrissy watching looks horrified "EDDIE jason did nothing to me i promise" eddie looks at you and then let go of jason "then what… what is it?" "Eddie j-just enjoy your prom im fine…" your voice broke as you started to cry and ran away out the school doors You walked outside and just sat on the sidewalk and cried "Sweetheart? Please tell me whats wrong " he tilts your head to look in his eyes as he is seated next to you. His eyes were dark and worried "look eddie i have had feelings for you this whole fucking time.. i know you dont feel that way about me but ive always been fucking stupid… i kinda thought maybe you'd ask me to prom but you asked chrissy cunningham the pretty cheerleader… i-i cant blame you im just a nerdy girl you hang out with cause you're bored…." He looks at you his eyes looking at you intensely "Princess i didnt know you felt like this Why The hell would you!? Your beautiful, smart, funny, and hot as hell why would you want the freak? I-i didnt know you were an option" "an option?" You look at him annoyed "no i mean i didnt know i could be with you if it did i-i" he grabbed your waist and leaned you down and climbed on top of you " i would have done this sooner" he kissed you softly but needy And you kissed him back "Princess i love you" his metal rings on your coverd waist made you feel warm and fuzzy "Eddie!" You squealed as he took you to his van in a swift movement and he hopped in passenger and put you on his lap "I wish I knew you wanted me. my girlfriend ?" "Yes eddie im yours all yours"

@avintagepumpkin

[shares-a-vest]

a sad steddie ficlet for mother's day

tw: discussion of the death of a parent

Eddie Munson doesn’t have an easy time of it on Mother’s Day.

Steve figures as much as he gingerly walks up the front steps of the Munson’s home and raps on the front door. He’d woken up far too early for a day off work and perhaps selfishly, he felt lonely waking up to an empty house on Mother’s Day, a day he hadn’t spent with his own mother in three years.

As he knocks on the front door, the fly-screen frame making a tinny sound under his knuckles, he tries to convince himself to be thankful that his mother is here.

Well, not in Hawkins. But she's somewhere. He just isn’t sure where seeing as yet another business trip turned into a getaway weekend with friends that turned into an exotic vacation before going right back around to being an extended business trip.

He stops mid-knock, panic creeping into his chest as he considers the early hour - 8am being far too early for notorious not-before-noon Eddie.

But before he can take a step backwards and slowly make his way to the safety of his precious Beemer parked conspicuously right outside, the door opens revealing a worried and rushed Wayne, dressed for work.

The man closes his eyes, seemingly relieved at Steve’s presence. He makes quick work of scooping up his work boots (always sitting just inside the door) and crowds Steve on the small front stoop.

“Steve,” he whispers, leaving the door ajar, “Glad you’re here, my boy. Got called into work.”

“Is… is Eddie up yet?” Steve stutters.

“He’s inside watching TV,” Wayne replies, voice low, “Gotta warn you, kid, today is very hard for him.”

He cranes his neck to peek inside. Eddie is sitting on the couch, cradling something in his lap with a throw blanket over his knees. His eyes are glazed over, staring at the TV as he twists strands of his hair around his finger.

“Eddie,” Wayne calls, voice laced with the faint hope of a response, “I’ll be back tonight, okay?”

Eddie gives a half-hearted grunt, “Whatever.”

Wayne forces himself down the front steps and off to his truck, hesitating one last time as he opens his truck door and waves goodbye.

Steve steps inside, giving a small and admittedly just plain stupid wave from his hip. Eddie's eyes snap straight at him, glaring like he could shoot laser beams from his eyeballs if he tried hard enough.

“Oh, great,” he says, feigning a harsh edge as he rolls his eyes, “You’re here.”

Steve knows this tactic well, Eddie had done it a lot when he was recovering in hospital. But the pang in his chest, the feeling of rejection, of being turned away, hurts nonetheless.

He nods, more to himself to force himself into the kitchen to fix Eddie some breakfast. He decides on a bowl of Honeycombs, no milk. He will settle for the odd crunching mouthful of dried cereal bits if it means Eddie eating something.

“Why aren’t you at home serving up Mommy’s breakfast in bed?” Eddie seethes as Steve places the cereal box back in the cupboard.

He ignores him for as long as it takes him to move from the kitchen to the couch.

“Eds, my parents aren’t home,” he replies, letting the cereal bowl hit the coffee table with a pointed thud.

Eddie shirks away, clutching a big square book to his chest.

It’s a photo album.

After a long moment of only the sounds of a rather noisy toy commercial on the television filling the room, Eddie sighs heavily.

“I know.”

“Do you need me to leave you alone?” Steve asks, tone even and serious, despite not wanting to do such a thing, especially as his question conjures up a well of tears in Eddie’s already glassy eyes.

“Steve, I…” Eddie starts, voice low as he scrubs a hand over his face, “I won’t be very good company today.”

“It’s okay,” he says, lowering onto the couch.

He looks Eddie over - he is restless. Knee bopping on the spot, hair more matted than Steve initially thought. He isn't wearing his signature rings or his wristwatch. And he looks like he hasn't had an ounce of sleep.

Eddie mumbles something he doesn’t quite catch and shakes his head, the frizz and tangle caused by worried fingers adding an extra bounce. He fluffs the blanket to cover them both.

“Can we just sit here?” he asks, leaning in.

He wipes his nose on his (an old blue sweater of Steve’s that had long ceased being his own) sleeve.

Steve wraps a protective arm around him as he shifts closer, “Of course, baby.”

Eddie snuffles, barely getting out his words for tears, “I was going to look at pictures of my Mom.”

He covers his face with his hands, letting the album go. Reflexes kicking in, Steve catches it just before it slides off the blanket. He sets it by his side, leaning in close to ask, “How about I take some pictures out for you to look at, hmm?”

“‘Kay,” he agrees meekly.

Steve soon discovers why Eddie has been sitting here just holding the photo album labelled 'Precious Memories'. It is filled with pictures of his father, Al - mostly looking like a fun-loving young man, far from Eddie’s descriptions and Wayne’s understandably harsh words. There are many pictures of Al and Wayne, often featuring an older man Steve assumes is their father.

He can’t help the odd giggle that escapes him looking at pictures of baby Eddie, including one of him crying with a face covered in chocolate. 

Eddie barely registers, instead looking ahead to the Sunday morning cartoons on the television. Usually, he’d be laughing at Looney Tunes outwitting each other with sticks of dynamite, but today he just curls in on himself further and further, pulling the blanket up tight to his neck.

There is only a sprinkling of photographs of Eddie’s mother, starting about halfway through the book. Her dark brown hair is striking, similar to Eddie’s, only straightened out with its styling.

Steve gets to work flapping back stubborn sheets of acetate stuck to thick pages in order to free each picture. He picks them out one by one until he has a pile of about a dozen, all curling from years-old backing glue and tape strips.

“Here you go, Eds.”

He hands over a picture of Eddie, aged about six and dressed as a witch alongside his beaming mother donning a long grey beard and an electric blue wizard's hat.

A smile teases at Eddie’s lips, skin pulling at the scar on his jawline.

He reaches for a single Honeycomb.

“Thank you, Steve,” he says, pressing the photograph to his chest.

[broz0neglitters]

Keep me in the dollhouse

° ˛ ° ˚* Π☽˚ ˛ ✩ ˚˛˚*//__＼。✩˚ ˚˛ ♡ ˚ ˛˚˛˚｜ 田田｜門｜ ˚ ˚ ´´ ̛ ̛ ´´ ´´ ´´ ̛ ̛ ´´ ´´ ´´ ̛ ̛ ´´ ´´ ´´ ̛ ̛

-John Dory was all about being perfect. He would push all of his little brothers to be perfect on stage for the fans, but he would even push them harder when they were not performing; it soon overwhelmed the other brothers; His younger brothers felt like they're John Dory little dolls because John dory would keep dressing them up the way he wanted and tell them to act the way john dory wanted them to act But most of all John Dory wanted his four little dolls to be perfect-

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Ever since Brozone made their Debut, the brothers felt like John Dory had got them in a chokehold with the amount of pressure put on them with practices, photo shoots, and so on. It was like John Dory had kept them all in the Dollhouse, dressed them up, and made sure they were perfect in every way possible

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"In some other lifetime, I roam free," Clay said to himself tired of being bossed around by his older brothers he wanted to be taken seriously

"Strutting down my own lane, my way, no kings, no slaves But right now." Spruce said

"He got us in a chokehold with all these stupid practices and stuff. We barely have time to do our things, and I can't even attend my sad book club," Clay said

"and I'm so hungry John Dory keeps making me eat all these orange slices. Even every restaurant I go to has orange slices on the menu named after me," Spruce said

Both clay and Spruce would always dream of one day just being free from John Dory control and just doing their own things such as Clay joining a sad book club; trolls taking him seriously and Spruce finally getting to recover from a ED And settling down with a wife and a kid and hopefully change his name leaving his boy band days behind him

Floyd also understands his two older brothers' pain he can relate to so much of it because John Dory doesn't give floyd enough credit because he was the one who made the Brozone album over while babysitting Branch and also wrote some popular Brozone hit songs (they were poppy's favorite)

"Guys; I know John dory is hard on us right now but we just gotta keep our heads held up high and plus is our only source of income." Floyd said

Floyd was right; Brozone was the only one keeping them financially stable. They were in a lot of debt before they formed Brozone, but they had to pay a massive price for their childhood and let John use them as his dolls for their income

John Dory wanted them to have the same hairstyle as Branch; He made them wear matching vests with different colors. He even took Clay and floyd to the hair salon to get their hair dye since it needed to fit the boyband theme. Clay didn't like his yellow hair; people kept calling him Banna hair and floyd. Well, he didn't mind the red hair, but still, he wanted his pink hair cause he felt like one of the girls. But John Dory didn’t want floyd to have pink hair since it is a girl's color

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~Present day~

As all the brothers were sent to therapy thanks to Poppy, they couldn't look at John Dory. They all look so different from when they were in Brozone, With Clay being the tallest brother with messy green lime hair, Bruce no longer having the abs and settling down with a loving wife and 13 children, well, floyd got captured and almost die, but got save and well branch he was no longer bitty B...

"so boys is there anything you wanna say to your big brother?" Their therapist said to them

The room went silent for about 3 minutes straight as Clay cleared his throat " John Dory I don't know what you were thinking I think you sold your soul to the devil when you formed Brozone because I know for sure you wouldn't boss us around this much and set high standards for us sure it was our only way of income but because of you all of us are here in therapy." Clay said 

"Dollhouse, dressed up, perfect, messed up." Floyd said it didn't make any sense to john dory and the others but Bruce finally understood what floyd meant by that

"Floyd; right John Dory you're crazy for thinking that we were your little dolls so you could dress us up and make us act the way you want us to act it was like you're ashamed of us literally being ourselves so that why you push us to change our personality to match your perfect theme " Branch spoke for the frist time he was very quiet since after saving floyd he was still upset over what happened...

"John dory, we're not your dolls. We're your brothers. Even if we were in a band, you still shouldn't treat us like we're your dolls or your back up singers, but because of all the trauma you put on us, we have a hard time finding out who we are personally well it took years for almost all of us to be ourself again.." Bruce said

"All the trauma couldn't hold you down..." John said

"BUT IT DID JOHN DORY! BECAUSE OF YOU, I HAD AN ED BECAUSE OF YOU WE WERE FORCED TO PLAY DOLLHOUSE WITH YOU WHERE YOU DRESSED US UP AND MADE US PERFECT BECAUSE YOU WERE ASHAMED OF US BEING OUR TRUE SELVES." Bruce finally snap

"You're no victim. You guys don't know what I had to go through to get you to where you are today. Even if I did force you to dress up and act perfect, it was because we were under a record label. I personally never wanted to force you guys to do those things, but it was the company they say if I didn't do it then they will break up brozone and he will be in debt again" John said leaving the room

"well, I guess the session is over then I guess I can book you boys in for next week at 11:00 then." therapist said writing down a note

After John Dory left the room the 4 brother was speechless they didn't know to believe john dory or not it was hard because they haven't seen him in 20 year since the band broke up.....

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[literaryfandomangel]

The Promise Chapter Six TW - some talk of ED in this chapter. More towards the last 3 chapters mainly.

When I awoke, I felt disoriented but invigorated. I thought back to my last memory before I fell asleep. Then I chuckled, realizing that I was crushing on a group of guys so badly that just thinking about the blue eyes of the platinum blond caused me to hallucinate. I groaned, falling back onto my bed. 

“You are so gone,” I whispered, shaking my head. I had never been enamored by anyone this fast. The afternoon air flowed into my room, carrying the soft scents of flowers and, of course, the sea. I inhaled, getting out of bed with a smile. I checked the clock, my smile dimming when I realized how late in the day it was. Almost three in the afternoon. I sighed, going to the bathroom and getting a quick shower.

Upon leaving the shower, I blinked the dark spots from my vision. Then I grabbed my clothes, putting on a pair of far too big capris, a tank top with an overshirt. Once dressed, I crammed my feet into my worn Keds, yanking open my bedroom door. I was careful as I descended the stairs. 

My blood and heartbeat were whooshing through my ears, making me keenly aware of how close to fainting I was. I calculated my last meal, determining I had eaten a handful of grapes and half a yogurt container about three days ago. I knew I needed to eat something to keep my body upright. 

“Afternoon, sleepyhead!” My mother greeted me as I came into the kitchen. I smiled at my mother, grabbing the kettle for tea. Once the kettle was on the stove, I grabbed a slice of bread from the loaf and inserted it into the toaster. 

My mother’s eyes widened as she took in the sight of me preparing some type of food. These days, it was few and far between when I was caught eating anything. My mom always seemed grateful when I did eat, and I know it killed her internally to watch her daughter wither away in front of her. But she heeded the doctor’s instructions, which stated not to discuss food or weight with me as it would only push me further away

. 

Once the toaster popped, I grabbed the slice of toast and poured the water on top of the teabag. I let it steep while I sat at the breakfast table. My mom didn’t bother commenting on the small portion, but she did push a clementine across the table. I accepted the small orange, knowing they were only 35 calories a piece. 

My mom eventually left me to my own devices as I carefully tried to eat a clementine with some dry toast. I wrote down my caloric intake in my journal and then began to write. Once full, I got up, throwing away a third of my toast. I did manage to eat the whole clementine, two-thirds of the toast, and a cup of tea. My stomach felt uncomfortably full, roiling with nausea. 

It felt like I had just indulged in Thanksgiving dinner. The last time I had enjoyed a Thanksgiving meal was about six years ago when I was eleven. Then puberty hit, and societal demands to look perfect came with it. 

I walked out of the house with my book in hand. I wasn’t stable enough to exercise yet; lord only knows how Kara, the girl I befriended in inpatient, could jog around the building early in the morning. She weighed less than me then, and right now, I felt like a newborn deer, tottering toward solid ground. 

Sam came out to hand me a bottle of cool water before disappearing into his room again. I rolled my eyes at the nerd, just content to sit inside the paddock. As I sat there, the sun fried what skin was left uncovered - namely, my nose and hands reddened.

I stayed out in the peace and quiet for over three hours. As the sun began to set, I clambered to my feet, swaying as the blood rushed through my body. I waited a moment before heading to the house, where Sam set the table. 

“Mom!” Sam whined as he put the silverware onto the table. I raised an eyebrow, toeing off my Keds at the door. “Aria! Aria can take me, Mom!”

“Alright!” Mom threw up her hands in defeat. “Aria, please accompany your brother to the Boardwalk after dinner.”

I nodded, taking my seat at the table. Grandpa came out of his taxidermy room and sat at the head of the table. Mom sighed, setting a bowl of salad on the table, followed by a chicken casserole. I watched as the rest of my family served themselves. At this point, everyone was aware that whatever was going onto my plate likely wouldn’t be consumed. 

I pushed the chicken and rice casserole around my plate while the rest of my family ate. Sam tried to wolf it down like a wild animal. I narrowed my eyes at him, wondering what was so important that he needed to go to the Boardwalk. Mom reprimanded him, telling him to eat slower and less like he was raised in a barn. I snorted, tearing a roll to shreds onto my plate. 

Once dinner was over, I helped Mom gather the dishes. She washed while I dried the used kitchenware. Soon enough, the kitchen and dining room were clean. I went to my room, wearing the same outfit. I left my hair down but put a scrunchie around my wrist if I needed to secure it into a ponytail. 

“You ready?” Sam asked, impatiently waiting at the door. I rolled my eyes, sliding the Keds onto my feet. Then I nodded, letting Sam go out first. He grabbed the old gray bike while I slid onto my yellow Schwinn. 

It took about twenty minutes to reach the busy Boardwalk. I did enjoy the ride - in Phoenix, it would have been unheard of to ride your bike through town. Too busy and dangerous. As we approached the Boardwalk, the noise amplified. 

“See you, loser!” Sam yelled at me, jumping off his bike. He was quick to chain the bike and ran off into the crowd. I rolled my eyes, struggling with the bike for a moment before it was secured. Then, I wandered through the hordes of people making the best of their summer. 

I leaned back against the railing of the Boardwalk to watch the people go past. It was fascinating to see humans in their natural element. To watch them parade their bodies around as if amid a mating call. I was so engrossed that I had never heard the four men I had been looking for were leaning against the railing beside me. I absentmindedly tried to wrap my fingers around my bicep, hoping I could finally overlap my fingers. I still had about two inches before my fingers would meet. 

I sighed, thinking about how many pounds I still needed to lose. The last time I had been forced onto the scale, I weighed about 92 pounds. My mom almost cried when she saw me standing before her in my undergarments. That image showed her how unhealthy I was, how skeletal I had become underneath those baggy clothes. 

“Fancy seeing you here,” a voice finally jerked me out of my thoughts. I jumped, looking for the owner of the voice.  Chapter Seven

[mydaroga]

Fest for Beatles Fans 2024 Write-Up

In case anyone wants to know what goes on at these things, I can at least give you a run-down of what I did at this one, though as always there was far more going down than any one person could see. I tend to favor panels and discussions over bands, so I am sure I missed a lot of great music. Because the bands were great.

It was held this year at the TWA Hotel, which is part of JFK International Airport and has retained a lot of the features of when it used to be a terminal. I posted photos of it last year when I was there on a layover, and I still love it to death. They did NOT let me ride on the baggage thingy though. In addition, I was unable to secure a room at the hotel, though if they hold it here again I will be snagging one because, like I said, the place is bonkers.

Friday

I entered my cross-stitch in the art contest, because why not? While there ran into several people whom I had met last August at the Fest in Chicago.

Beatles Biography panel with Vivek Tiwary (The Fifth Beatle graphic novel) and Madeline Bocaro (In Your Mind - The Infinite Universe of Yoko Ono). Vivek comes off very passionate and sweet, very respectful of Brian Epstein and cognizant of the importance of telling his story right. Bocaro is also very passionate, but I'm afraid some of us present her personal Ono pendulum has swung too far to admit any human fault in her subject. I later bought the Brian book, but not the Ono.

First Generation Fan Panel was mostly Leslie Healy recounting her adventures, which are legion: she was at the Ed Sullivan dress rehearsal, and at Shea Stadium, and she's *also* the one who got that audio at Paul's house when she visited all four Beatles in 1967. Also, she had a Bearded Collie, which I also had growing up, so that gave me a thrill.

I entered the 60s dress up contest -- second time as Twiggy was the charm, and I won! And then there was a lot of dancing. Gogo boots, ironically, not so much made for such activities.

Saturday

Chatted with some folks because it was more interesting that listening to the speakers, oops. The guy from the Ranking the Beatles podcast is lovely and we've already been in touch since. Also Terry Crain who wrote a great coffee table book about NEMS Beatles merch, which I bought last year.

Went to the dealer's room and bought silly buttons, like TO HELL WITH THE 'BEATLES' and I ❤️ PAUL. There were butcher covers and all that jazz, and horrid dolls, and all the lovely awful things, none of which I could ever afford. But I can buy buttons!

Lovely friends entered the talent contest and proceeded to the finals, and they kicked so much ass and I am so proud of them.

Academic panel with Ken Womack, Christine Feldmman-Barrett, and Andy Nichols was pretty good, a lot of talk about how subsequent generations get hooked and sort of the state of Beatles fandom/academia today. Which feels fairly positive, in the sense that all present felt there is more respect now than there was--though still room to improve on that score.

As a side note, all of my interactions with Womack convince me he's a great guy, very passionate in his love for the Beatles and very devoted not only to doing this right but in elevating lesser-heard voices. He's a very likable man.

Speaking of, next he interviewed Laurie Kaye, who did the radio interview with John on his last day. Her story was very moving.

Tried to dance again this evening after the talent show but unlike the previous night, everyone thought we were weird and stared forbiddingly at us from their seated positions.

But my PAUL IS DEAD / IF YOU WANT IT / HAPPY CHRISTMAS FROM JOHN & YOKO shirt was a hit. Finally.

Sunday

Saw Jude Southerland-Kessler talk about the "birth of the beatles" but sadly it was NOT about the tv film of the same name. So I went to chat with Adrian Sinclair and Allen Kozinn instead, which they later tweeted about.

Beatlemania in the 21st Century panel was about, well, what it says. Next was Women's History of the Beatles which was also interesting and involved various writers, teachers, fans, podcasters, etc. I got to meet Erika from BC the Beatles which was very cool.

Then came the Laurence Juber and Steve Holley panel which I have mentioned elsewhere.

Jenny Boyd talked about fashion and the Apple Boutique, hosted by a lady who wrote a book about Beatles and fashion I would like to read.

Fantastic band with great additional harmonies, which I knew who they were.

I did not win the art contest. I did get a participation ribbon. I'm not even a millennial.

We then found a quiet place to chat, of which which the hotel had many, and then I needed to go to bed so I could be bad in like five hours for my flight.

I've probably forgotten lots of things but that is the general run down. There was also a video room, two stages for bands, more art, authors and guests at tables all weekend, and Mickey Dolenz, whom I did not meet but it's cool he was there.

[gareleia]

post-bh, married royed, heavy angst

tw: lots of emotional abuse, alcoholism, cheating, ooc.

DISCLAIMER: THAT'S NOT HOW ABUSE WORKS! alas, I do love my happy endings, so for the sake of it, suspend your disbelief.

Fuhrer Mustang has a lot on his plate which results in him being more short-tempered and prone to snapping. He and Ed always had their arguments, but nowadays it's more of Roy just ripping into Ed for no reason to release some tension. Ed tries to take it in stride, but he has his limits, so their domestic and sexual life takes a hit.

Roy does a minor fuck up and lies about it out of habit (from work), and Ed buys it immediately because he trusts Roy with his life. Roy feels guilty, but still starts gaslighting Ed from time to time, and Ed always thinks that it's his fault and he just has his head in the clouds (or rather books).

Roy misses an important date but Ed tries to suck it up and not make a big deal about it. Roy remembers post-factum and is glad that Ed is being mature about it, unintentionally putting him down and implying his feelings aren't important. Roy also thinks to himself that he's glad he doesn't have to apologize for it because it's tedious for him. He doesn't realize it yet, but that's the turning point.

Roy starts making comments about how Ed should dress modestly, how Ed having social life makes him neglectful and how Ed really stopped caring as much as he did in the beginning. This makes Ed feel like a bad partner.

It comes to head when one night Roy snaps and hits Ed. Tomorrow is finally his day off and he wanted to do something romantic to make up for all the neglect towards Ed, but Ed has been telling him for months that he had something planned for this day with Al. Roy grabs his hands to stop Ed from leaving and then slaps him in the face. He stops and tries to apologize in his usual way by taking Edward to bed, but Ed's not having it. He's horrified at what became of his husband and says that he doesn't feel comfortable with them touching at all.

• Don't you fucking dare yell at me, Edward. Just who do you think are? You're nothing without your alchemy, nothing without your rank, nothing without me! I'm hurting you? How dare you?! Do you know how hard I work, day and night, to give you everything you need?! I sacrifice everything so you and this country are safe, and this is how you repay me?! What do you even do all day, sit around in my library, eat my food, waste my money and bitch about how life is hard for you?! I do everything for you and you have the nerve to call me selfish?! • Nooo, honey, that's my line. You're the selfish one! No matter what I do, you're ungrateful! Nothing is ever good enough for you! I'm running ragged, Ed, and you just keep demanding more and more! What did I ever do to deserve such treatment? Do you even care about me, or do you just stay with me for money and prestige? • Oh, you're tired? You're stressed?! By all accounts, go on, tell me how fucking hard it is to be a housewife, how bad you have it! Am I not to your satisfaction?! Should I give you more money?! More space?! Do you want to go out more, fuck around like a dumb, selfish whore you are?! Well, it's too bloody bad, isn't it! You're my dumb, selfish whore, you made a vow when you married me! You hear this Edward?! You're mine! You chose me, years ago, this is what you chose! This is all you get. Forever. • I mean, where would you even go? You think you could do better? I'm the bloody Fuhrer, I could have anyone, and who would even want you? Look at yourself, Edward, you're a mess! Out of shape already, from sitting on your ass all day? You call this presentable clothing? Admit it, no one but me is dumb enough to want you! Because I love you, Ed, and I won't ever lie to you, I want you to say it with me. I said, SAY IT WITH ME! You're nothing. No one wants you. I'm the only one who loves you. • Yes, that's good. That's a good boy, I'm so proud of you, come here. I'm sorry it's come to this, Ed, I know you have a temper, but you should really stop snapping at me. You know I love you, right? I love you, Ed. *cupping his face and putting their foreheads together* You're the most precious thing I've ever owned, the highest privilege. If I could spend the rest of my life holding you like this, I would. *Ed looks vaguely sick* • Come here, gorgeous. I know it hurts, I'm hurting too, but we can make it better. Let me make it all better, love.

• "NO!"

Roy storms off after leaving bruises on Ed's wrists and goes drinking. He spends the night with someone. In the morning he wakes up after having more than 2 hours of sleep a night for the first time in months and is horrified at what he'd done. He goes home, but Ed isn't there. All his things are however, so Roy stays home waiting.

• Instead of Ed, Gracia comes to pick up his clothes and a suitcase. Ed came to her crying last night and she's very disappointed in Roy ("do you think Maes ever treated me like that?") and insisted on helping. She passes on that Ed is going to Resembool to visit his family for a while. Roy wonders if she realized that he cheated - she absolutely did. But it's only right for him to confess and beg for forgiveness, so she keeps quiet. For now.

• Roy is stewing in guilt and self-loathing. He keeps comparing the Ed he fell in love with - the loud, bright and passionate young man - and the withdrawn, exhausted, quietly miserable creature he turned into and counts every mistake made. Every harsh word. Every backhanded compliment. Every little lie and betrayal, up until the very worst one.

• Riza quickly catches onto everything and is extremely displeased, which results in his work getting that much more miserable.

• After Ed makes it to Resembool, Al calls Roy. He's fucking livid. His brother has bruises and is a shadow of himself and what the bloody hell did you do, Mustang? Al knows how to make it hurt and he goes all out, telling how he was against this marriage all along, how precious his brother is and how much he loved Roy, how much he sacrificed for him and all the times he suffered in silence because he felt like he didn't deserve comfort for being such a bad husband. Roy recognizes phrases he used himself in Ed's negative self-talk. Al finishes by saying that he's never to meet Ed again and that as soon as his brother is well enough mentally they're sending him divorce papers.

• The papers never come, but Roy doesn't doubt they will.

• He comes back from work two months later to find the guest bedroom occupied. The door is locked and Roy tries to apologize through it, but Ed doesn't respond. Ed doesn't come out unless he knows Roy isn't home and he doesn't leave any notes or acknowledges his husband in any way. After spending a week at Ed's door every evening (and leaving presents that went untouched unless they were hand-made), Roy falls asleep on the floor and has a blanket thrown at him.

• After that Roy catches a few glimpses of Ed. He comes home to all his bottles laying on the floor. He takes a hint and spends a few evenings cleaning up his messes. His reward is having a simple dinner ready by the time he comes home. Still no sigh of Ed.

• After that there's always food on the table and dishes waiting for him. Roy's notes start going missing, so Ed finally started reading them. Roy can hear Ed doing stuff downstairs on his days off and he rushes there, but Ed locks himself in the bathroom. After that Roy lets him do his thing unbothered. Sometimes there's even a grocery list.

• Roy's still leaving presents for Ed, but they also go unanswered. Another two weeks in he remembers something that Ed wanted in the very beginning of their relationship and gets it for him. At night he wakes up to Ed crying in the other room.

• Next morning Roy tries his luck again and the door is unlocked, but Ed is gone. Roy is afraid that he fucked up and scared him off, but all his things are there. All the presents are carefully put away and there's a mess of photographs of them scattered around - and a half-drunk bottle of wine (Ed is a lightweight). Roy cleans everything up and leaves him dinner in the evening. Ed went to Gracia for advice, because he thinks his Roy is still in there, but he's scared to confront him and find out. He cries again when he gets the food, because it's just to his tastes and Roy hasn't cooked for him in years.

• Next day when Roy comes back from work Ed is there making dinner. Roy tries to talk, but Ed gives him silent treatment and flinches when he tries to touch his hand. Ed looks exhausted and defeated, but he's still beautiful. They eat together, in silence. Ed doesn't even look at Roy.

• This goes on for another month. They can almost pretend everything is fine. Roy tries everything - gifts, notes, words, offerings, promises, begging. In the end he loses his temper and snaps, breaking a glass. Ed flees to his room. Roy spends the night by his door crying and apologizing. In the morning he's a mess, but he has to go to work. He begs Ed to come out just for a moment. When he drives away, defeated, he catches a glimpse of Ed watching out the window. Their eyes meet for the first time in four months.

• This night when he comes home there's no dinner. Ed is sitting at the kitchen table watching him. When Roy's back is turned (he's putting away groceries), Ed tells him where to put stuff. Roy whips around and is both delighted and terrified, because Ed finally spoke. And it's time for The Talk.

• "I'm sorry" • "I don't believe you"

• Gracia told Al Roy cheated, and Al can't hide stuff from Ed. After that Ed finally decided to go back to Central and clear everything up.

• Tell me what you did. I want to hear it. All of it.

• Do you know what it did to me? I hate myself. For loving you all these years. For trusting you. For not seeing your 'moods' for what they were, a pattern. For failing you - letting you spiral like this. For not being there when you needed me. For not realizing how much you must have suffered to start doing this to me. I hate myself for being stupid, blind and too weak to either help you or let you go. I'm pathetic, really. You were right about one thing: I'm your stupid whore and I can't escape it.

• Every time I look in a mirror I see a mess. A failure. You broke something in me, and I don't think I'll ever know how to fix it.

• And, you know what the worst part is? I love you, Mustang. I still do, so fucking much. And I hate it. I can't stop, but I can't make this right either. You hurt me, you've been hurting me for months, using me to get you your sick satisfaction. And I let you, all this time, because I thought you needed it, and that afterwards things would go back to how they used to be. But they didn't. Things have changed, you've changed, and you're not the man I fell in love with. You're not my Bastard Colonel anymore, you're the asshole that threw a mug at the wall because the dinner wasn't hot when you came home late from work. You hurt me and made me think it was my fault for not being enough. And maybe it was, partly, but I didn't deserve it. You were horrible to me and I was trying so hard to help you. Because I loved you and I still do. Because I would tear my fucking heart out with my bare hands if it would somehow make you Roy again. Even if it means I won't ever get to be a part of your life again. I love you, and you hurt me, and I'm so bloody tired of carrying us both. I'm not Fullmetal anymore, Mustang. I'm just a human and I can't do this alone. I can't take it.

• I'm not Riza. I can't shoot you when you become a monster. I can't even hit you back.

• "I'm so, so sorry. I lost control-" • Don't give me that crap, Mustang. Shitting your pants is a loss of control. Lying to me was a choice. Calling me names was a choice. Isolating me from my family was a choice. You chose to hurt me. Can you at least admit that?

• They both go to therapy.

• They coexist peacefully, sleep in separate rooms and cautiously try to get to know each other again. Winry goes into labor and Ed insists Roy tag along with him. Al breaks his nose and doesn't let him anywhere near the baby. Ed says that he may have deserved it, but the violence doesn't make Al any better. Al almost shouts at Ed for implying he'd ever hurt his family, but stops. Ed hugs him and says that while he loves and appreciates Al's help, he needs to deal with Roy himself, because he's capable of protecting himself.

• In the end Ed calls Mustang Roy again and kisses him on the cheek. Roy feels like crying.

• Thank you, Ed. Thank you for trusting me. You're stronger and braver than I could ever hope to be and I love you so much.

• Ed wipes his tears away and Roy gently grabs his wrists. Ed doesn't flinch. Roy starts kissing his hands.

• "I love you" "I know" "Ed!" *laughter* "I love you too, you stupid bastard."

[hollywoodandstagebeauties]

So on December 1, 1957, Sam returned. Ed Sullivan introduced him by saying “Sam, here’s the time.” Dressed neatly in suit and tie, Cooke delivered a stripped-down version of “You Send Me.” His performance used little more than backup vocals to compliment his singing, and centered on Cooke himself. As he crooned directly into the camera, his effortless charisma and charming smile made him a hit with audiences. Right after the show aired, “You Send Me” reached number one on the Billboard Top 100, displaying just how successful his performance was.

Later in the show, Ed brought Sam onstage and apologized to him and the audience saying, “I did wrong one night here on our stage. And I never received so much mail in my life!” Sam, now dressed in a tuxedo, sang his rendition of “(I Love You) For Sentimental Reasons,” an R&B classic sung most famously by Sullivan show regular Nat “King” Cole in 1946. Ed Sullivan had always been a supporter of the civil rights movement, bringing on African-American artists like Nat “King” Cole before anyone else in the industry was. But while Cole had always been a very “safe” act, Cooke was pushing the envelope in regards to race and music. Cooke combined the smooth crooning style of past greats like Bing Crosby and Frank Sinatra with a soulful tone that many in Sullivan’s audience hadn’t previously heard.

In his tragically short life, Cooke made only a few television appearances, and The Ed Sullivan Show performance is one of the only ones that still exist. It proved once again that Sullivan was a reliable ally of the civil rights movement, and jumpstarted Cooke’s career as a pioneer of the “Soul” genre. Cooke’s musical style had a massive influence on the creation of Motown and on artists like Marvin Gaye and Stevie Wonder. Sam Cooke also went on to become an important leader in the civil rights movement because of politically-conscious songs like “A Change is Gonna Come,” released after his controversial death at the age of 33. But Cooke had the platform to speak out about the issues of his day only because of his early commercial success and fame. And for that, he has The Ed Sullivan Show to thank.

In his book “Dream Boogie: The Triumph of Sam Cooke”, Peter Guralnick writes that Sam’s music “still sounds as fresh, as elegant, as full of mirth, sadness and surprise as when it first emerged, translating somehow across the ages in ways that have little to do with calculation or fashion and everything to do with spontaneity of feeling, with a kind of purity of soul.”

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watching Danny Motta Anime Reactions has become a way to like. relive a bunch of anime I've watched and loved already, and maybe don't feel like rewatching alone. I'm watching his FMA: Brotherhood series right now, and it's wild watching someone experience Fulmetal Alchemist blind. I literally started the series in 2003 which is not intended as like some kind of "before it was cool" brag, because I feel like FMA hit the ground running, like I literally don't think there was ever a "before" with FMA, it was always cool and always a hit for as long as there was awareness of it. There's no way to really have that superiority because it's like... so hype that anyone who's gonna be into it kinda just needs to give it a long enough to chance to get into it and they're trapped, the only problem is that sometimes it gets so hype that people will avoid it due to the hype. Which is valid. Sometimes you can kill interest with hype harder than apathy.

Like the harder people recommend something the less you wanna watch it. that's a valid situation. It can be one of the best things in the world, but just because so many people love it can be the reason you have trouble watching it. That's been one of my main struggles watching Twin Peaks. I wanna but so many people love it so much that I just feel overwhelmed by it. (Plus it's now exclusively on Paramount+ and I feel like I should buy a box set instead and just have physical media, but I'm apathetic to spending money on it when I've been trepidatious to actually commit watching it.)

But watching FMA:B clips with the commentary of someone watching it for the first time is kinda bringing back that joy of having watched it for the first time. Even knowing Ed's VA is a creep I used be a fan of and met multiple times at conventions because I was a teen and that was a thing... That's something I can just purge from my memory because I'm watching through someone else's perspective. What early 2000s anime culture of that one voice actor being just the worst continuing for way too long? It's settled now maybe. I don't want to think about it. aaaaaaaaa

I'm going to think about Everything Else Instead. I wish I could take Romi Park from the Japanese version and everything else from the dub. I really enjoy dubs. I'm a sucker for dubs and weird localizations. I'm not sorry for that. I do think there are some things that are wrong for localizers to do, but some of the weird shit people complain about that are just quirks of dialogue or Westernization that still leaves the sub a completely valid option to turn to if you want that for the original interpretation I think is really fun. Dubs are for a Western Audience and will often have quirks and shit for a Western Audience that stays loyal in tone and subject, but adapts language usage and dialogue for a more natural feeling. "Bitches, Bros and Nonbinary hoes" is fine. I think Simulcast is hindering some of the intricacies of the localization process because it's like rush and crunch. but like... it's not "progressivisim" ruining anime. It's rush jobs and lack of research time. And maybe sometimes the fact that people have really strict views of gender that allows only for a binary of "Male or Female" so that one book about a man who expresses himself in female dress became a book about a trans woman because the localizer themselves had a strict binary view of gender roles and specifically made an error in interpretation which has caused a lot of problems based entirely on the fact that now there's a bunch of bullshit about gender roles getting argued when nobody has all the information and half the people having the argument are arguing over the actual gender queer people trying to point out that they would really rather not be the subject of your heated debate about whether femboy is a slur. like literally just be normal. We thought we were past whether it was okay for a boy to wear a dress but now suddenly that boy needs to be a girl and that's a lot of pressure and the opposite of like. what we wanted with the whole like. freedom of expression thing. that's not regressive. But that was like. One issue that got blown up way too big. Same with that one line about the Patriarchy in Dragon Maid. like.

Shit. It's a single fucking line that landed a little poorly. like. yeah it doesn't really work for the character. And some of the like. SJW stuff is a little clumsy but like... the way some people bitch about it online it's like localizers are just makin' anime all super 2012 tumblr discourse machines. But for the most part it's just... uh. Localized. Surprise. They make local references that's what localization is for. sometimes it hits, sometimes it misses. that's how it works. maybe you should watch some old ADV localizations and maybe you'll calm down. Those were fucking batshit and I loved them. Everyone talks about High School of the Dead's improbably titty physics, but what about it's fucking insane dub. "This is Dolce and Gabbana, you bitch!" or whatever that bitch's line was. Old School Dubs were wild, embrace chaos. It's fun.

Though I do prefer if they just use Japanese honorific systems. Whenever Japanese honorific systems try to get translated to something else it never works. It's a system that just doesn't translate to English well. Also sometimes with names I will give up pronunciation for sentence flow. I know that sounds blasphemous but sometimes when actors try too hard for pronunciation you can feel it like someone badly trying to shift gears in an automatic car. like they suddenly shift into a different language mid sentence and it's like... mmm should've practuced satubg tgat naturally in an English sentence a few more times because we went to a different tonal range for that one. like how if there's an English borrow word in Japanese they don't say it like an English word, they say it like a Japanese word? like... Sometimes you gotta figure out a way to work those syllables into an English sentence without breaking flow. I dunno how but it just hits like a truck when it doesn't. But that's my weird anime dub pet peeve.

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requested by @ittybittygreek: might you be able to do GOLDEN AGE EDMUND X READER where reader cant sleep during a snowstorm and goes to the library and eds there and they just stay up and talk about plans for spring and they fall asleep n then tumnus finds them asleep in a chair together the next morning

word count: 1.2k

pairings: edmund pevensie x gn!reader

warnings: unedited work, fluff? mentions of the white witch & nightmares idfk

a/n: i really hope this is what you had in mind, thank you so much for this request! i wrote this so fast lmaoo

You couldn’t sleep.

You tossed and turned in your perfectly lavish bed, the sheets satiny soft and the pillow always cool, in search of the comfort that it usually brought you. Today, however, there was none. The air in the room remained frosty, a result of you forgetting to close your window earlier. A major error, considering the roaring snowstorm currently plaguing Narnia. No matter how many sheets you piled up over your body, how you tried to huddle amongst the pillows, your body was at a loss for warmth, desiring heat you could not give it. 

Giving up, you threw the covers off, shivering when the cold air hit your bare skin. Quickly grabbing your dressing robe, you slipped into your shoes and lit a torch, carrying it with you to light your way to the library. This was something you did often when you couldn’t sleep, whether it be because of the weather, or just a certain restlessness you felt. 

The library was surprisingly warm when you entered, and you frowned when you saw a crackling fire burning away merrily in the corner. You approached it hastily, because unattended fires in a library filled with books and parchments and scrolls- well, that was just a recipe for disaster, wasn’t it? As it turned out, you needn’t have worried, because a certain dark-haired royal was sitting right across it, his locks unruly and his shirt askew, evidently another sufferer of insomnia like yourself. 

“My King,” you said with a small bow, chuckling at the scowl Edmund looked up to give you. 

“It’s just Edmund to you, and you know that, Y/N.”

“I think you’re messing up the order, I’m pretty sure it’s Edmund the Just?” you teased, picking out one of your favourite books from the shelf nearby before taking a seat next to him on the couch. You lifted your feet from the cold stone floor, tucking them under you as you glanced at Edmund.

He was shaking his head at you disapprovingly, the top two buttons of his nightshirt open, allowing you a glimpse of the skin that hid underneath. The sleeves of the shirt were pulled up his arms, and his skilled hands were currently cradling a well-worn copy of Pride and Prejudice- one of the few books from your world that were found here. His eyes glittered in the firelight that lit up his face just so, the dark eyebags etched into his skin deterring absolutely none of his beauty. 

And Edmund Pevensie was devastatingly beautiful.

“Like what you see?” he asked you, mouth quirking up to the side, and you rolled your eyes, hitting his arm lightly. In a motion so swift, he quickly grabbed your wrist, palm sliding up to splay across your hand, twining your fingers. 

“Flirt,” you accused and he just laughed, his rarely seen dimples showing as he smiled at you, “Only for you, love.”

You shook your head at him, but left your hand in his.

“What are you doing up, anyways?” you asked after a few moments of content silence. 

Edmund sighed deeply, turning his head to gaze at the flickering flames in front of you, “Same as you, I suppose. I couldn’t sleep, so I stole away here.”

“Was it the nightmares?” you asked cautiously. Edmund’s betrayal of his siblings to the White Witch still haunted him, and the snowstorm raging outside was similar to the weather that had cursed Narnia while she had ruled. He had come to you before, when a woman guard bore a slight resemblance to her, when he saw someone wearing a similar outfit- if little things could send him into such a panic, it was not hard to believe that an entire fucking snowstorm wouldn’t. 

Edmund didn’t respond to your question with words, instead opting to tip his chin down a centimetre, before raising it again as confirmation. 

“I’m sorry,” you said quietly, squeezing his hand, sending a spasm of warmth through both of your bodies and bringing a slight smile back to his face. “Guess you can’t wait for spring, huh?”

“Oh, you have no idea,” Edmund said, his words tinged with excitement. “I already have so many plans.”

“Do go on.”

“Training programs,” he started, “The soldiers won’t be nearly as bitter when the weather’s warmer, so we could start implementing the new initiatives then. Not to mention, dances,” your eyebrows shot up, but he persevered, “Yes, we could invite royalty from our neighbouring kingdoms. Narnia is lovely in the spring, and with our hospitality combined with the refinery we’ll showcase- I’m sure we’ll be able to forge alliances with many. And I’ll take you as my date, and we’ll dance together. And you’ll step on my toes because you’re a terrible dancer, but I’ll survive, because it’s worth it if you’re the one dancing with me.”

Your cheeks flushed a terrible red, but Edmund was too caught up in his plans to notice, “And we’ll go on picnics. We’ll go horse-riding and swimming, and I’ll be able to pluck you flowers again.”

“And I’ll make you another flower crown,” you piped up, and Edmund snapped the fingers on his free hand before pointing at you seriously, “Yes. Exactly. You’ll do that, and I’ll wear it instead of my real crown till the flowers die, like last time.”

You chuckled, nestling in closer to Edmund’s shoulder, which was now pressed up against yours, startling a little at the space between you two - or lack thereof. When did you even shift this close? You listened to his voice rambling on, the low tones a glorious medley you’d listen to forever if you could. And though you tried, you really tried to stay awake and participate in the conversation, your eyelids became heavier than stone, impossible to keep lifted up. Somehow, you were warmer sitting here with Edmund than in your room with the dozens of blankets piled up. More comfortable, too, and you found yourself slipping easily into the land of dreams.

“So what do you think?” Edmund asked as he finished ranting about one of his other ideas, looking down at you and mentally smacking himself for being so loud. It hadn’t seem to affected you though, if the way your breaths flowed steadily and your eyes remained peacefully closed was any indication. 

Edmund found himself smiling a little giddily at your frame curled up against him, irrationally happy that you trusted him enough to fall asleep in his presence. 

“And maybe,” he whispered to you quietly, voice feather-soft as he pressed an even softer kiss to your forehead, “Maybe I’ll finally ask you out this spring.” As he spoke the words, they cemented themselves on his mental checklist of things to do the next season, and Edmund fell asleep not long after with a stupid, stupid smile on his face.

“Should- should we wake them up?” Mr. Tumnus asked Lucy in quiet tones. The two of them had come into the library in search of a book about botany, wanting to identify some of the plants that had somehow survived last night’s storm.

“No,” said Lucy, watching the two of you with a knowing smile. It didn’t matter that Edmund had an important meeting this morning, she’d happily be able to fill in for him, “No, let them be.”

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Strengths and Weaknesses - platonic!Johnny Lawrence x fem!reader

summary: Johnny sees you crying outside of prom and offers some support

Prom was supposed to be the best night of your life. That’s what all the books, movies and TV shows said. A night you won’t forget. Yeah, you wished you could forget tonight forever.

Things had started out fine. You came “alone,” but still danced and hung out with with the Miyagi Do’s and fellow Eagle Fangs. You and Eli even took to the dance floor and danced the robot to some stupid Ed Sheeran song.

A week ago, your father swung back into town. You hadn’t seen him in years, since the last time he took off for Rhode Island or some other East Coast state. But now he was back, giving you rent money, making your lunches and even buying you the prom dress of your dreams. But when your mother reminded you that he couldn’t be trusted, you knew his visit would be short-lived. But not this short.

Because here you were now, sitting on the curb crying outside of the prom venue because of the text he sent you: Sorry sweet pea, but I’ve gotta get back to Massachusetts. I love you.

Bullshit. He left just as he had came because it was always so embarrassingly easy for him to abandon your family whenever it was convenient for him. You wanted more for your siblings and hell, you wanted better for yourself. You were always left alone at every daddy-daughter dance, donut breakfast and beyond. Sure you hated school-sanctioned events but you were still that sad six-year-old inside, the one with the father who never showed up.

When you saw Johnny’s Eagle Fang van whip into the parking lot, you stood up to head back inside. You couldn’t let your sensei see you showing any weakness.

“(y/l/n), get over here! How was your night? Ready to hit the mat tomorrow?” he exclaimed as your back was turned to him.

As you turned around slowly, you watched Johnny’s expression melt into a sympathetic one. Tears stained your face and the front of your dress which was quite obviously visible.

“What happened? Hey, why don’t you get in the van and we’ll go for a ride? Diaz can wait,” Johnny offered through the rolled-down window, motioning to you.

You nodded silently and gathered your dress, taking a seat on the passenger side.

“How ‘bout you tell me what’s going on? Is it the tournament? ‘Cause I need you in top shape to beat LaRusso and Tory,” he joked with a tone of honesty.

Thinking about the tournament only caused you to cry harder, sniffling and attempting to swallow your sobs.

Johnny fished around the backseat with one hand as he stopped by the parking lot exit, grabbing a tissue box and handing it to you.

“Its my dad, h-he left again. I don’t even know w-why it surprises me anymore, I guess I just wanted better for my family this time,” you explained tearfully as Johnny drove down the streets of Encino.

“Your dad was always a dirtbag, even in high school,” Johnny sighed.

“I thought you were friends with him in high school?”

“Exactly. My point is, no matter how old you are, you can always try to do better and I know you thought that's what your dad was doing. But some people never change, they’ll be shitty ‘til the end. You just gotta find the good ones and keep ‘em around. Make your own family. That’s what Cobra Kai was to me, and it’s what Eagle Fang can be for you. We all know your potential in and out of the dojo. You’ve got heart, a hell of a lot more than your father. He’s just some hardened jerk who thinks he’s the shit. Don’t let him get to you,” Johnny said, patting your shoulder comfortingly.

“That’s good advice, Johnny. Thank you. It really means a lot to know you’re here for me. Thanks for being my sensei,” you smiled, wiping your tears with the back of your hand.

You were lucky to have so many people around you who loved you and were there no matter what.