#actually i lied the last gif is from the trailer

[fromabasementonthehilll]

Something Good

͙⁺･༓☾ - Summary: smoking with Nat

Pairing: Natalie Scatorccio x fem!reader

Warnings: ...

a/n: listened to the lis soundtrack while writing this 😙

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A song played, fuzzy across Natalie's bedroom from her distorted cassette player. She took another soft hit from her blunt, lying on her bed and tapping her finger against her arm to the beat.

You first talked to Natalie at practice, shyly coming up to her to ask her if she 'had any weed' for your 'sleep problems'. You didn't want it getting out, you didn't want it tarnishing your reputation, and she agreed, though obviously just slightly hurt. Sometimes you'd come around her place so she could give you her 'care packages', and today you stayed for longer than anticipated.

"Care for some?" She offered you the blunt, looking up at you through her lashes, you got up from your spot on the floor, crossing your legs on her bed and snatching it from her, "mhm." You put your lips to it nonchalantly, watching her sit up and laugh, "I didn't know you'd actually say yes." She peered at you as you exhaled, "well, you don't know a lot of things about me." You joked, taunting your head. "Like what?" She raised an eyebrow, getting closer and taking the blunt back. Maybe it was just nerves - doing something illegal for the first time in your life, but you felt a small nervousness in your body when she'd talk to you, and butterflies in your stomach when she'd give you a jokey 'you look hot today'. Sometimes your body would tense up, jaw aching and knuckles stiff; when she'd bring up one of her guy friends. But then again, you were a naturally anxious person, it was something you'd brushed off, I mean, hormones and all, right?

"I guess you'll have to find out, hmm?" You smiled at her with reddish, tired eyes and messy hair. She messed your hair up further, muttering something along the lines of 'dumbass' before getting up to change the song. She wore loose jeans and a plain black top, which you found weirdly complimented her, and you wore whatever you usually did, not finding the energy to put together a fancy outfit.

Last week Natalie had some sort of epiphany, a realisation. You weren't just a smoke buddy to her, you were something special; she could feel it, and she struggled like a little kid trying to decipher a math problem - head in her palms sitting crossed legged on her bed every morning before seeing you at school. No, it wasn't that serious, it never was, but to her the world spun a hundred times faster just thinking about you, how would she even make the first move? She had nobody to talk to, nowhere to go, and so one day after practice her and Van made small talk, and she took it as an opportunity to let it all out.

"What do you mean you like someone? Just tell them! It's hasn't stopped you before, huh?" Van insisted, knowing how nonchalant Natalie was in general. "We're not close, though. I mean, if you were there, you'd know what I mean, you could.. feel it, in the air." Her mind trailed off, finding loss of meaning in her words.

"But oh, god, am I just stupid to think that?"

Today was one of the scariest days for her, seeing you after a long time thinking about it all. But for you, today was just like every other weekend.

You had laid down by now, staring up at her ceiling with your hands on your chest, feeling the weed take slight effect. "Wanna pick?" She called out from afar, with a rather monotone voice, kneeling down to her cassette and CD rack, a faint sound of her putting out the blunt was heard. Last week she invited you into her trailer, telling you she had to 'get the weed out', and she ended up showing you some of her favourite songs. "That mixtape you've got, the one you played for me, put that on." You said, still resting your eyes on the blank ceiling, the setting sun rays peaking out of her blinds and onto your hair. She held the cassette up, "this one?" And you finally got up to look, nodding your head. She smiled to herself, remembering how your mouth hung open each time a song you liked came on, "no fucking way.. I love this song?!" Which prompted Natalie to make a mixtape for you, though it still lied somewhere in her closet.

She sat back down on the bed giddily, watching you up and down with slightly squinting eyes. "What?" You laughed like a child, staring back at her - her newly bleached and cut hair falling onto her cheek, a rosy tint grazing her warm face, and a ray of sunlight caressing her hands as they rested by her sides, thumb slowly consoling her uncertainty. "Nothing it's just.." she let out a toothy smile, gaze averting to her knees. Your eyebrows raised, with remaining soft yet deadpan eyes, "you look pretty, is all." She finished, looking back at you with a little more blush on her than before, though her signature confidence still lingered.

You smiled, then chuckled slightly, your eyes getting heavier with every second, and Natalie's anticipation growing more anxious and less confident with every second. The laughter quieted down, and you bit your lip - squinting at her through the smoke made visible by the sunlight. "You're not too bad yourself." You remarked, and she slapped your shoulder in return, "hey!" Natalie's eyebrows upturned slightly at your words, unsure of what you were really thinking.

From what you knew of Natalie, she always said what she was thinking with assertiveness, and her fortitude was astounding.

You rarely caught her being nervous or unsure, even when she was bouncing her leg up and down in class it was out of boredom, not stress. And so seeing her swallow her words was out of the ordinary, it slightly unsettled you.

"Nat, what's up?" You perked up, a slight smirk still on your face. The bedsheets were messed up, her room was scattered, the ashtray fell onto the floor and you both ignored it - but somehow it felt perfect, it was exactly where you wanted to be.

"Nothing nothing.." she brushed off with a slight grin, looking toward you before running to the kitchen, and you knew exactly what she was doing, she was getting the last beer. You ran after her, only a drop left in your bottle, and your mouth felt dry - it was midsummer Sunday and walking to the gas station for more drinks just wasn't on your bucket list.

By the time you got there she was closing the fridge, leaning on the kitchen counter with a bottle opener and the beer, menacingly taking a sip before almost spitting it out in laughter seeing your distraught face, your lip just hung out as you blinked slowly. "Hey, don't be pissed, you can have some." She held it in the air, and as you reached out to grab it she instantly took it back, "loser.." she muttered, "what was that?" You interrogated, hands on your hips. "I said, you're a-" you quickly snatched the bottle out of her hands and ran back to her bedroom, feet rushing down her old carpet. You heard her shout something from afar with nearing footsteps as you giggled breathlessly, coming to a stop and soon realising that you were cornered in her room. She stood before you with a sarcastically disappointed expression as you took one big, taunting and refreshing sip before trying to run off again, though she had abruptly stopped you, grabbing your waist and pinning you to her carpeted floor.

"Shit!" She laughed, picking up the spilled bottle as her knees were on either side of you. Natalie turned to you, eyes excited, hands unknowingly pinning yours to the ground.

It was all so fast, how she kissed you. She was still breathless, breathing in through her nose while her mouth was finding yours, her hands ambling from your held wrists to your palms, intertwining with your fingers as you kissed her back before she could pull away. You felt sparks, softness and serenity, a sort of clarity that you needed; that you lacked.

Eventually she let go of you completely, her face changing from warmth to shock, "I- I'm so sorry.." her eyes paced around the room, your hand reached up to her cheek, pulling her back down before she could get up. You could feel her frown form a smile, and your bottom lip catching onto her teeth with the most gentle grasp. You giggled into the kiss, feeling her every emotion like it was your own, tasting the traces of weed in her mouth and smelling it on her shirt that hung over you.

"Okay," you got up, an upbeat song finally coming on, "dance with me." You were just as confused as any other person your age, one dollar to your name, not a care in the world, and Natalie was the same, but so different at the same time. You two just fit together, even if you only knew each other for a few months.

"I'm not that much of a dancer," she grinned in awe, you grabbed her hand, not listening to her, "okay, okay.. fine." she slowly eased in, your body moved along to the beat, and eventually the two of you were jumping around her entire room - hair flipping backwards, forwards and sideways, genuine laughter filling the air. You sang along to the song, looking into her eyes for a moment, before her trailer door swung open and a drunken woman came in; Natalie's Mom.

The song was instantly turned off, but Nat didn't want to deal with any of it. This was new, it was special and worth saving, you were special, she didn't want you seeing her mother, and getting the wrong impression, "fuck this." She muttered, dragging a confused you, in the middle of fixing your hair, out of her window and to wherever she was taking you.

-

Soon it started pouring, your hair drenched and sticking to your face. The both of you hid under the roof of an abandoned building in the middle of nowhere, Natalie quickly noticed how cold you were - practically shivering. It wasn't that cold at all, though the slightest sign of bad weather made you shiver.

"Here." She quickly took her hoodie off, wrapping it around you. "I'm sorry - for all of that." She laughed shyly, afraid to look you in the eye, afraid that she ruined one of the first true impressions of herself to you. The first thing you did besides buy weed from her was run away from her mom in the pouring rain, and god, it stressed her out, but you weren't phased at all - you liked her, seeing this side of Natalie; it was different.

"What? No, don't worry, really." You smiled warmly, easing her unease and adjusting the hoodie on your shoulders and unnoticeably getting closer to her. As much as she didn't want to ruin this, she wanted to be honest, to be open with someone - even if it was a risk, and she weirdly felt at peace with you, the sting in her heart when something went wrong wasn't there.

You leaned your head on her shoulder, closing your eyes and waiting for the rain to end. Her hand confidently wrapped around your shoulder, smiling to herself, closing her eyes too shortly after.

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets oneshot #natalie scatorccio x reader #nat x reader #natalie scatorccio

[jasontoddsmommyissues]

Unsmooth Operator

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Femme!Reader

Summary: It’s summer in Hawkins and Eddie finds himself caught up on the cute girl working at the record store in the mall

Warnings: Reader uses she/her pronouns, brief mentions of sexual content (nothing sexual actually happens), swearing, potentially lethal levels of adorableness 

A/N: First of all, sorry it’s been so long since I posted my last fic. My poor little ADHD self is a slow writer, I’m afraid. But anyway, I kind of wrote this as a sort of prequel to my Henderson!Reader fic, but there’s no direct mention of Reader being related to anyone, so you can either read it as that or not. Also, special thanks to Mr. Joseph Quinn for confirming that Eddie Munson has no game. 

My Master List | Ao3

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It’s June in Hawkins and the summer heat has already grown practically unbearable. The shitty window A/C unit Eddie’s been using has finally crapped out, and in the heat of the day the trailer is approximately the temperature of the sun. Mercifully, he’s found a sweet, air conditioned refuge in the newly built Starcourt mall, a temple to 20th century decadence and consumerism that also happens to be a very pleasant temperature inside. 

Jeff and Gareth are tagging along today, which is fun except for the quick pit stop they had to make at the homegoods store so Gareth could pick up some new linens for his mom. They’ve finished that now, though, and Eddie’s already got their next destination in mind. 

“I’m gonna do it”, Gareth insists as they go, “I’m gonna get a tattoo.”

“Your mom would kill you”, Jeff replies.”remember when she caught you smoking? I thought she wasn’t going to let us see you ever again after that.”

“It’s different now”, Gareth tells him, “I’m 16. I’m gonna be a junior. It’s time I make my own choices, you know?”

“Good luck with that”, Jeff laughs. 

“Let’s hit the record store next”, Eddie cuts in, “I want to pick up the new Bob Dylan album for Wayne.”

“More like you wanna see the cute girl working the register”, Jeff teases.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”, Eddie retorts, desperately hoping his cheeks aren’t actually turning as red as he thinks they are.

In truth, he does have an ulterior motive for wanting to go to the record store, and it is you. You’ve been going to Hawkins High for the past three years, but admittedly Eddie had never really been more than vaguely aware of your existence until this past semester, when you two had PE together. He had this routine he’d do where he would imitate the gym teacher when the man wasn’t looking, and it never failed to elicit a giggle from you. One day Eddie noticed how cute you looked when you laughed and well, he’s been a little bit stuck on you ever since. 

“Why don’t you just ask her out?” Gareth comments, as if it’s just that easy.

Sweet, naive Gareth. Maybe for guys like Steve Harrington it’s that easy, but Eddie isn’t Steve Harrington. Gareth wasn’t there for Eddie’s early high school days. He wasn’t there during Eddie’s sophomore year when two hot juniors decided to prank him by convincing him their cheerleader friend was “super into him” or his junior year when he invited that girl from drama club to join Hellfire and she laughed out loud at him. Most girls don’t even want to be seen with Eddie “the Freak” Munson, let alone date him. 

“Jeff’s talking out of his ass”, Eddie lies, “come on, let’s go.”

You are, of course, there at the counter when they walk in, and oh God, is that an Iron Maiden shirt you’re wearing? Fuck, as if he couldn’t be more into you. 

“Um, Eddie, you good dude?” Gareth asks him and he realizes he’s stopped right there in the entrance of the store, just staring at you. He quickly turns away and walks the rest of the way into the store, thankful that you’re currently checking out a customer and probably didn’t notice him ogling you like a total weirdo. 

Admittedly, this may not have been a good idea, at least if he wants to convince Jeff and Gareth he’s not into you. He quickly grabs a Bob Dylan tape and starts making for the door, desperate to just get out of there and spare himself anymore humiliation.

“Um, you gonna pay for that?” Jeff asks and fuck. He’s shoplifted before but he’s not interested in getting barred from the record store, so he’s not gonna risk it today. 

“Right”, he mutters and then he forces himself to go up to the counter. 

He feels like his heart is going to explode in his chest when he walks up and you flash him that brilliant smile of yours.

“Hi, Eddie”, you greet and his eyes grow wide because you know his name. Well, obviously you did, you had a class together, but it just sounds so good coming from your mouth that he momentarily ceases to function. 

“Did you need help with something?” you ask after a moment.

“What?” Eddie asks, “oh no. Just um, just this.”

He sets the tape on the counter and you grab it to ring it up.

“Dylan”, you comment as you do, “not your usual fare.”

“It’s for my uncle”, Eddie explains, “he’s a big fan.”

“Cool”, you say, “I like your vest by the way. Dio. Nice.”

Well, that’s it. It’s over. Eddie’s done for. 

“That’ll be $6.30”, you say.

“Oh, right money”, Eddie sputters and fishes a ten out of his pocket. He knows Jeff and Gareth are standing nearby, watching this all play out and probably laughing with each other about it. He’s definitely never living this down.

“You want a bag”, you ask as you finish gathering his change. 

“Oh, I um, I guess”, he replies, not actually processing the question. You hand him his change, then place the tape in a bag and slide it over to him. He goes to grab it, and because he’s not at all paying attention to anything but you, inadvertently sends the display of Beach Boy tapes sitting on the counter tumbling to the floor.

“Oh shit”, he hisses, “oh fuck, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay”, you reply, coming around the counter, “I keep telling Doug he shouldn’t put that stuff so close to the register.”

You bend down to start picking up the tapes and years worth of Wayne’s lectures on behaving like a gentleman come flooding back to Eddie, so he quickly follows suit.

“Let me help you”, he says.

“Thanks”, you say and you’re smiling again and Eddie kind of wants to die. 

With the two of you, it doesn’t take long to get everything cleaned up and back in order. 

“I’m really sorry”, Eddie says again as you make your way back behind the counter, and then before he can stop himself, he blurts, “maybe I could make it up to you somehow?”

“What?” you ask, clearly unsure of what he means.

“I mean like, maybe I could buy you a-a coffee or something sometime”, he stammers.

You peer at him for a moment, and he braces for the inevitable rejection he’s about to endure.

“I like ice cream”, you say, “if you meet me here at 3 tomorrow, you can buy me some ice cream and we’ll call it even.”

Maybe Eddie’s already dead and this is heaven. That or he’s being punked somehow. Either way, he stands there like an idiot for a second, trying to process that you just suggested the two of you meet for ice cream. 

“Um okay”, he says.

“Cool”, you grin, “see you then.”

“Right”, he says, “see you then.”

And then he’s swiping his bag from the counter and stiffly making his way back to Jeff and Gareth, his body still trapped in a state of shock.

“So”, Jeff prompts, “what was all that?”

“I um, I think I’m meeting her for ice cream tomorrow”, Eddie informs them. 

The two younger boys exchange glances, mouths stretching into a matching pair of shit eating grins. 

“Talking out of my ass, huh?” Jeff teases.

“Shut up”, Eddie snaps, “I’m just being polite okay? It’s not like a date or anything.”

“Sure it isn’t”, Gareth replies smugly. 

“Whatever”, Eddie huffs and the others know not to continue the conversation, even if they spend the rest of the afternoon exchanging amused glances at each other.

-

Eddie waits until he’s back at the trailer to let everything sink in. When it does, he feels a vague sense of panic washing over him. 

Embarrassing as it is, Eddie’s never had a real, serious girlfriend before. Hell, aside from a brief flirtation with Tammy Thompson that ended in a very awkward hand job in the school parking lot, he’s never really had any experience with girls (or boys for that matter) at all. And Tammy was the one that initiated that. He wasn’t even really into her, he was just desperate for some sort of female attention. 

You, though, he is into you. Very, very much into you. And he has no idea what the hell he’s supposed to do or say. He finally, finally has a chance to go out with his dream girl, and he’s almost certainly going to say something wrong and scare you off like pretty much everyone he’s ever been into. 

He wonders what the weather in Wisconsin is like this time of year, because he’s halfway to hopping in his van and heading there now, never to be seen or heard from in Hawkins, Indiana again.

Then again, maybe he’s over thinking it. It’s not like the word “date” ever came up in your conversation. Maybe this really is just him paying you back for his clumsiness, and afterwards you won’t even spare him a second thought. In the end, he figures that whatever the case, he’s not just going to leave you high and dry, so he has no choice but to go. 

-

Eddie shows up outside the record store at 2:45 the next day. He stands there awkwardly, fiddling with his rings and secretly hoping that you don’t show up and he doesn’t have to deal with all of this.

No such luck though, you appear exactly at 3, looking as cute as ever in your jean skirt. 

“Hey”, you greet and Eddie momentarily forgets how to speak.

“Hey”, he repeats, unable to formulate a coherent enough thought to do anything but copy your greeting.

“You ready to go?” you ask and he nods. 

The record store is a fair bit away from Scoops Ahoy, and for probably the first time in his life, Eddie finds himself unsure of what exactly to say. Thankfully, you take the lead.

“So, have you heard Megadeth’s album?” you ask, “I got it the first day it came out and I love it.”

“Me too”, Eddie says, and he can feel himself being knocked out of his stupor then, “you know, my friends and I have a metal band.”

“Really?” you ask.

“Yeah”, he tells you, “we perform Wednesdays at the Hideout, if you ever want to come see us.”

“I’ll keep that in mind”, you smile and Eddie thinks his heart momentarily stops. 

Walking into Scoops Ahoy with you by his side is an almost unreal experience. You and him go up to the counter and Steve Harrington is there in his little sailor suit that Eddie almost feels sorry that he’s forced to wear. 

“Hey Steve”, you greet.

“Hey Y/N”, Steve replies, and then he notices that Eddie’s with you and he gets this super confused look on his face. 

“So, uh, get whatever you want I guess”, Eddie says.

Once you two have ordered and gotten your ice cream, you eat it while idly wandering around the mall, just chatting about anything and everything. Eddie, as always, is frequently cracking jokes, and God is it mesmerizing to see the way you laugh in response. 

It’s quite the disappointment when you’re finishing your ice cream and you’re bidding him farewell. 

He knows he has to at least try to see you again so he tests the waters with a quick “that was fun, we should do it again sometime.”

“I’d like that”, you smile.

“Awesome”, he replies.

“Here”, you say, rooting around in your purse, “give me your hand.”

He obliges, and you produce a pen, which you use to scribble something onto his outstretched hand.

“What’s this?” he asks.

“My number”, you reply, “call me tonight or tomorrow?”

“Sure”, he tells you. 

“Great”, you say, “I’ll see you, Eddie.”

“See you”, he says, hoping he doesn’t sound as absolutely lovesick to you as he does to himself. 

You flash him one final smile before departing, and he just stands there awkwardly for a second, watching as you go. Once you’ve disappeared from sight and he’s snapped out of his trance, he peers down at the numbers you’d scrawled onto his hand. He has to remind himself that it’d be weird to get them tattooed onto himself permanently. He can’t believe that it worked. You went on a date with him, in public, and didn’t care if you were seen together. You laughed at his jokes. You gave him his number and asked to see him again. You liked him. 

The trailer is as unbearably hot as ever when he returns, but for once, he doesn’t care. He’s too excited to call you later and hopefully set up another date. 

#stranger things #eddie munson #feral raccoon boy #nikki's fic library #nikki writes #eddie x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x femme!reader #stranger things fan fiction #eddie munson x reader #eddie x you #stranger things fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x y/n #eddie x y/n #eddie x femme!reader #eddie munson x reader fluff #god i hate tagging #also my boss has a bit of Sade obsession if you're wondering about the title

[rainylana]

Christmas with Eddie Munson

Eddie Munson x female reader

warnings: mention of sex and chaotic fluff.

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• until you came along, eddie didn’t participate much during the christmas holiday, neither did wayne. but with you, they didn’t have much choice when it came to the holiday festivities.

• when you showed up at their trailer with a pickup load of christmas decorations they stood there like 🧍🏼

• eddie gets frustrated very easily when untangling the christmas lights. he’d throw him down in a fit of rage, only to return to them five minutes later, determined to get them unraveled.

• hates anything peppermint flavored, but i think he’d like the fruity candy canes😏

• he puts one of your bikini tops on the snowman he builds in the yard.

• you have to keep yourself from laughing at how horrible his cookie decorating skills are. icing is dripping down the sides because he didn’t wait long enough for them to cool and the sprinkles go all over the floor.

• wore a santa hat once during sex…

• would definitely give all his friends, including you, gag gifts. but you always get an actual present:)

• starts snowball fights with the trailer park kids. he accidentally hit you in the face once and he felt so bad💀

• loves wearing matching pj’s with you!! he likes the red and black checkered kind.

• HATES EGGNOG. loves the alcohol part. hates the egg part.

• favorite christmas movie is die hard.

• makes terrible hot chocolate but you drink it anyway.

• you often sleep on the couch just so you can snuggle and look at the lights on the tree.

• BELTS out last christmas when it comes on the radio.

• the first couple times you’d spent christmas with him you could really see how much it meant to him having you around. wayne thanked you for it every year.

• christmas themed hellfire sessions;)

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson imagines #stranger things #stranger things season four #joseph quinn #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson one shot #eddie x you #eddie x y/n #eddie the freak munson #eddie the banished

[moaserendipity]

My Top 10 BL's of 2023

I am back with my personal top 10 of 2023. I know I've been super quiet these days but making a top 10 is always fun to do. The #1 has been decided early this past year but for the rest... It was a crazy year for BL but only a few were really top tier...🔥🔥

10. My Personal Weatherman (Taikan Yoho)

One of the Japanese BL's I really enjoyed watching. It was more grown up then the ones I've seen and that was very welcome. I love the dynamics between the main characters a lot. It was a bit of a slow one, with the lack in communication between the two but I forgive that because the chemistry was really good.

09. Wedding Plan

Oh how i looked forward to this one, the second I saw the trailer. I loved the storyline but I thought it was very short, which made them rush through it at times, which was a shame because it was actually really good and I just wanted to see more. I loved the chemistry between Sailom and Namnuea, So I really enjoyed watching them. They are very new if I'm correct but I didn't notice it at all, so hopefully they will get another BL together but a longer one. Also I love the GL in this BL, it was very natural and I in the end hoped they would be the ones that got to marry. Not to forget about the cameo;s of my babies Payu and Rain and of course Prapai and Sky.

08. Moonlight Chicken

This one I've waited for so so long and it was kind of a surprise because I love EarthMix, Like Mix is my man but my attention got taken away from them and got attached to GemFourth who played Li Ming and Heart. I just loved everything about them! I loved how they incorporated Sign language because Heart was deaf and just the overall chemistry between them, was everything. They made me smile so much. Jim and Wen, you know were amazing as well but I sometimes felt frustrated by their interaction. The close moments they had were amazing of course but it was not what I expected from EarthMix but overall this drama was definitely worth the wait!

07. Kiseki: Dear to Me

I absolutely loved this one. I couldn't get enough of it. I am a sucker for the Hate to Love trope and this had exactly that and in a gangster way. Like I loved it. ZeRui and Bangyi were made for each other and you can't tell me otherwise how he went to prison for ZeRui and even got hurt but he still decided to dedicate his bakery to him with his Strawberry cakes, ugh too cute. The second couple made me want even more. The sassiness of Ai Di and the coldness of Chen Yi, they were really something. The way Chen Yi didn't realize that Ai Di loved him until he went to prison or that one hot night made me slap my forehead because nothing was more obvious, so I can not explain how happy I was they finally got together in the end!!

06. My School President

This really was a GemFourth year because this was their first leading BL and boy how they won us over with their cuteness. The OST was also seriously top tier. I think I loved all the songs. This entire Cast was amazing! To think I almost skipped this one...That would've been a mistake for sure, so I'm happy that I decided to give it another try because I fell in love with them and bingewatched it in one go. I can't wait to see the next project from them.!

5. Our Dating Sim

this Korean BL was a welcome one. I loved the office setting of this BL and the fact that the episodes were short as usual, didn't disturb me that much. Their chemistry made up for that! I will never forget how my heart sank when Ki Tae thought Wan had disappeared again, this poor man but I loved how Wan immediately comforted him the second he saw him. I should really rewatch this again.

4. Last Twilight

I know it's still running but I can not leave it out of my top10 for 2023. I am impressed with Jimmy and Sea. These two are everything to me at this moment. Their chemistry is crazy and I am happy they have this BL to show their talents again. I am impatiently waiting every week for the next episode and so far no episode has disappointed me, which is rare tbh.

3. Sing my Crush

Sing my crush was not even on my radar but the second I came across it, I bingewatched it. I am a sucker for music BL's, where the actors can ACTUALLY sing and play instruments.. I loved it so much. from start to finish. I really think this BL was very underrated. I did not hear a lot of people about it but it definitely deserves more!

2. I feel you linger in the Air

Ever since I saw the trailer, I wanted to see this one badly and boy did it not disappoint! I was in awe every episode. I don't think I've ever seen a Thai Bl that was staged in the past. Also this way of time traveling is one I actually like. As long as no bodies get switched I am loving it. Their chemistry was top notch and those intimate scenes. That kiss in the rain, Art I am telling you and that massage scene, HELLO!! I literally forgot to breathe at that point and my face was almost stuck to the screen, crazy!! So yeah this was a true masterpiece!

01. The Eighth Sense

Let's all act surprised by this one...... what can I say? This one touched my intire being. It touched my soul, My heart everything. I cried, laughed and even cursed at 2 people in particular.. This is the biggest masterpiece of 2023 and nothing can change my mind about this. The way I anticipated every week and felt sad when it ended, ugh!! I just want to praise Oh Jun Taek for the way he acted, because if I'm correct this was his first acting job or at least he is very new but he pulled it of perfectly and Ji sub, I am applauding him for the way he portrayed Jae Won. All I need now is a season 2 or an special episode where we see them do the things Jihyun wanted... like just please!! In al seriousness everything was amazing about this one and that's why it's my number 1

I really do think that the Korean BL's won this round. I feel like they are finally stepping up their game. It's still not as Explicit as Thai or Taiwanese but that's not what I am expecting. I don't always have to have NC scenes because without a story, it's not worth a lot. Overal the Bl's were powerful this year and Top tier. Hopefully next year will bring us even better ones!! <3

#my top 10 BL #the eighth sense #i feel you linger in the air #our dating sim #last twilight #sing my crush #my school president #moonlight chicken #my weatherman #kiseki: dear to me #wedding plan #wedding plan the series #jisub x juntaek #jimmysea #gemfourth #earthmix

[rosiesramblings]

Growing Out of It

Fandom: Stranger Things, Steddie

WC: 1.1k

A/N: Here is my squealing santa submission for @apricots-and-dynamite !!!!! Happy holidays! I hope you like your fic! And thank you to Hypah for organizing this whole thing this year. 10/10

It was a typical summer day in Forest Hills trailer park. Far too hot to stay inside the stifling trailer, Steve was lying on an old beach towel in the shade, lazily watching Eddie and Dustin wrestle as though it wasn’t hot enough to fry an egg on concrete. Max sat near Steve, fiddling with her Walkman, and Robin and Nancy were both holding cold cans of Coke against the backs of their necks as they chattered about college.

Steve didn’t know it yet, but he was about to make, quite possibly,  the biggest mistake of his life. Actually, scratch that, rewind - the biggest mistake barring anything before he stopped being an asshole.

A shriek from Dustin indicated that Eddie had decided to play dirty, and the giggles and protests that followed soon after told Steve that Eddie was inclined to absolutely wreck the brat, summer heat be damned. Steve smiled to himself as he secretly basked in the sound of Dustin acting like a normal kid.

“You’re smiling like a weirdo,” Max said, nudging Steve with her flip flop. “You’d better not be getting all sentimental over there, Harrington.”

“Why, Max Mayfield, are you promoting toxic masculinity?” Steve asked, running a hand through his damp hair and proud that he remembered the phrase from when Eddie explained it last week.

“Uh, no. I don’t like anyone getting emotional, not just men. I am all for everyone shutting the fuck up, all the time,” Max declared, and Steve cackled.

Eddie finally released Dustin with a ruffle to his hair, and the boy stumbled toward Steve, still sporting a wobbly smile. “Steve, Eddie’s being mean to me,” Dustin whined.

Eddie snorted, “Lies and slander! Libel! You just need to learn to respect your elders, my little sheep.”

Steve smiled, reaching out to poke Dustin’s side. “Seriously, Dust, your life is going to be sooo much easier once you grow out of that.”

Dustin’s brows furrowed. “Grow out of what?”

“Being ticklish,” Steve said, gesturing to Dustin like it should have been obvious.

From behind Dustin, Steve registered an unfamiliar look on Eddie’s face.

“What are you talking about, Steve?” Dustin looked at him like he had suggested Dustin try to grow wings and fly. 

“I’m saying, once you grow out of being ticklish, Eddie will have to find another way to torture you,” Steve explained, throwing an arm over his eyes to signal it was the end of the conversation.

However, he could still hear the mischief in Eddie’s voice, sounding much closer than he had been a few moments ago, “Harrington…” he said, slowly, and the warning bells went off in Steve’s mind. He opened his eyes and pushed himself up on his elbows, finding a slow grin spreading on Eddie’s face. “Are you telling me you ‘grew out’ of being ticklish?”

“Uh, yeah? Didn’t everyone?” Steve looked around nervously. “It’s a kid thing. We all grow out of it eventually.”

“Uh huh,” Eddie said, still grinning. “And when was the last time someone tried to tickle you?”

Steve furrowed his brow, trying to figure out how that would be relevant. “I don’t know, dude, Tommy and I would play-fight in middle school, but probably not since then.”

Off to the side, Nancy and Robin had paused their conversation and were observing the scene before them, interested. Robin had a grin, not unsimilar to Eddie’s, creeping up on her face, while Nancy looked a little like a sad puppy, the way she often did when Steve brought up his childhood.

“Really? It’s been that long?” Nancy asked quietly.

“Yeah? But I really don’t see what that has to - oof!” The breath was knocked out of Steve as Eddie suddenly plopped down on top of him, knees on either side of Steve’s hips. “Eddie? What-“ Steve jackknifed up into an almost-sitting position when Eddie clawed at his tummy.

Three thoughts occurred to Steve simultaneously. First, he was very close to Eddie’s lips, and a large part of him would like to be even closer. Second, he might have missed the mark with the whole ‘I grew out of being ticklish,’ idea. Third, if the evil grin on Eddie’s face was any indication, Steve was absolutely fucked.

“Quite an interesting theory you’ve got there, Stevie,” Eddie drawled as he pushed Steve back down. “However, everyone knows that a good theory needs to be tested.”

Steve was so focused on how hot it was that Eddie had him pinned that he barely registered what Eddie was saying. Without any more preamble, Eddie darted both hands into Steve’s underarms and wiggled his fingers.

Steve’s eyes almost popped out of his head. “FUCK!” he exclaimed before collapsing into laughter. Holy shit, it felt like his nerves were crackling with electricity. This was far from Tommy’s quick pokes from middle school wrestling matches. This was so, so much worse.

“What is this?” Steve managed to ask between rounds of snickers.

Eddie snorted at how baffled Steve sounded, even through his laughter. “This, Stevie, is evidence that you were wrong.” Then, he wretched his hands out of Steve’s underarms and scribbled over his ribs and sides.

Steve laughed harder, squirming fruitlessly to try and escape Eddie’s fingers. “Oh my GOD,” he gasped out when Eddie found a spot in the middle of his ribcage that made him arch his back helplessly.

Eddie laughed along with him. “Want to rethink that hypothesis there, sweetheart?” One hand still at his ribs, Eddie reached up to flutter his fingers at Steve’s neck, which made him scrunch up his shoulders with a giggle and pull his bottom lip between his teeth. 

Steve’s mouth shot open moments later with a shriek of, “Dustin!” before his cackling was redoubled. Eddie looked down and saw that Dustin had latched onto the muscle above Steve’s knee and was squeezing ruthlessly.

“Ooooo, did the shrimp find a bad spot?” Eddie teased, voice syrup-sweet. Steve shook his head back and forth, cheeks darkening.

“Fuck OFF,” Steve yelped, squirming harder now that he seemed to have remembered they weren’t alone.

“Still think you grew out of it?” Eddie taunted as he took the hint and gave one final scribble to Steve’s ribs before rolling to lay down beside him. Steve, still giggling, curled up on his side and hugged his knees to his chest. Dustin ruffled Steve’s hair, and Steve was too preoccupied with chasing away the last of the ghost tickles to dodge his hand.

Catching his breath, Steve gazed at Eddie. “Yeah, I might have missed the mark on that one,” he said seriously, before breaking into a grin. “Although,” he said, scrambling to straddle Eddie. “If I didn’t grow out of it… I would bet that you didn’t either, Munson.”

Eddie just smiled.

#squealing santa 2k22 #ss2k22 #fic submission #tickle fic #steddie tickle fic #stranger things tickle fic #tickling #steve's lonely childhood #stranger things #steddie #tfb community #ler!eddie munson #lee!steve #enjoy!

[doctorwhoblog]

Greetings dear Whovians, 

Perhaps, it’s time to explain what’s going on with this blog, why it was abandoned and what lies ahead. 

Doctor Who as a show ended for me with Peter Capaldi. Period. I tried to give a chance to Jodie Whittaker’s doctor, but even her first episode was a struggle: I could not see the Doctor in her, there was absolutely no chemistry with companions and I couldn’t care less of what’s going on on a screen. 

At that point I made a tough decision that I should say goodbye to my favourite show, otherwise it would be ruined and I would grow to hate something that was seared onto my heart. 

Looking back and reading comments how the writing went downhill - this perhaps was the best decision as I still have any good memories about the show (even though Capaldi deserved a better writing, especially in his last season).

All these years I avoided spoilers (and Tumblr) and I have no clue what have actually happened in the series - only the fact that it was horrible and they re-wrote things that shouldn’t be touched. 

With the news of RTD coming back I was very hesitant to start watching again considering the gap of 3 seasons which I have no intention to close and catch up. But all the trailers looked very intruiging with a definite vibe of ‘good old days’, so I decided to give it a try. 

To be completely open with you - not sure how I feel about The Star Beast episode. Despite amazing chemistry between David and Catherine (who didn’t age a day!), excellent references to previous story lines and heartwarming moments, I feel like all this woke agenda was a bit too much and maybe even unnecessary. This is not kind of show when you need to push on a viewer and write a plot twist around it. Don't get me wrong, but overall it looked like a very poor writing just to squeeze to the episode and not the important message.  

Speaking of continuity of doctowhoblog. 

I started this blog over 12 years ago when I was still at University, then I started my job and things got complicated. I reached the point when I had a very little free time on my hands and wanted to spend it wisely. Tumblr became a time consuming blackhole with no reward in return, so at some point the weight of value of my time overcome the need to be here. 

Would I make gifs again? Frankly speaking I do not remember HOW anymore…turned out it’s not like riding a bicycle. 

In addition, a lot of things on Tumblr as a platform changed: the last time I made gifs it was 500px with 2mb limit. Now rules have changed and I have no clue what is the standard and where to begin. 

Blog Theme is broken, I know. A lot of things needs fixing, starting from post ‘blocks’, as it appears there’s now not only photo and photoset, but also panorama -  what the hell is {block:Panorama} Tumblr?! Links are broken and everything is a mess.

Please bare with me, I will try to fix it if my head will not explode of all these new additions and features.  

I wouldn’t jump into conclusion that I am back (yet), but there’s some hope that I would appear on this website from time to time (would the show not go downhill again and continue be promising). 

#and apologies for many many letters #i hope you all are doing great #happy return of doctor who

[respectthepetty]

Seeing Cher and Gun in the Our Skyy 2 trailer wearing those dreaded Christmas colors reminded me of a few things,

like I didn't actually write about the colors in episode 6 of A Boss & A Babe because I got distracted by the . . . acting. Yeah. The acting and not that wild "Let them eat cake" version of Gun we saw.

With much resistance, I've come to the conclusion that we are dealing with warm vs cool colors (Cher x Gun & Zo x Three), which does not make a lick of sense because the opening and ending credits are blue and yellow and the OST gave us blue, yellow, and orange while Gun has yet to put purple on his body compared to Cher who had purple with blue on last episode, but Reon Saran Jantharakkha, the cinematographer, is playing color combat, so cool cool cool, but not cool colors since Gun DOESN'T HAVE PURPLE!

Whatever. I'm good. *shrugs in unbothered*

The episode begins where the previous episode ended - Gun in blue at Cher's front door.

Just in case you're struggling to see it, this is what the suit looks like during the day.

I'm not touching on how Gun's colors become darker as his mood shifts because after spending time with Cher, Gun quickly pops back up the next day in green winking and smirking his way through the office like he took a course in HR violations from GAP's Sam.

Thup shows up at Cher's place after work, because nobody respects this man's space, in orange demanding money for an avoidable car accident. His colors say he is Team Cher, but his attitude says he is Team Share-Your-Money-Now!

Cher transfers him the money, so he quickly exits, only for his other problem child to call him from the hospital.

Gun LIES stating that he was injured at a construction site, even though he told Cher earlier that he had a meeting at a hotel, and surprising nobody, Gun is missing his green. This mentiroso is in the black! *The Scooby Gang is displeased* But his lies get him a care giver, a hair washer, AND someone to cuddle with.

Gun LIES some more and tells Cher that the reason he was bothered the other day was because he met with Thyme and had to be tough, but the colors and timing are telling a different story. Thyme appears to be wearing green (which would align with Gun), but also Gun left that meeting smug in the flashback, yet showed up to the office so upset that only Porsche, his ex, was allowed to speak to him.

What's happening, narrative? Why is the math not mathing?

Because of Gun's LIES (or the plot holes), Cher sleeps with Gun, and the next day, Oi, the most accurate office worker ever portrayed in a series, calls Gun out on his change in personality while wearing blue pants. Gun is wearing whatever color this is. BlueBlack? No sé,

But Cher struggles with his color.

Is it because you slept with a liar, sir? Blink twice if it an actual part of the narrative. Blink once if it's merely plot holes.

Sidenote: Zo is fine. He was just tired. But not too tired to not wear his color, unlike Three who is taking a page out of Gun's color book and wearing green all of a sudden six episodes in.

But it's okay because Zo decides to support his boyfriend in his color shenanigans and wears PURPLE after Three blows up at the group for not taking the competitions seriously. Let it be known that Jack only stated facts. And also note everyone else will wear purple before Gun.

But next week, everyone seems to have their colors sorted out (I write that every week), after $ugar Daddy Gun suggests a beach trip for Cher and his friends.

Zo and Cher are showing their willingness to merge their colors and love with their love interests, while their guys stick to their colors.

Yet drunk Gun seems more inclined to the idea of opening his heart and his arms to Cher.

Because this is the face of a man in love. This is not the face of a liar.

Right?

Right?

And now, your moment of Zen

#a boss and a babe #Cher x Gun #the colors mean things #episode 6 #I'm being extremely loud now

[mycurrent-hyperfixation]

Take A Chance On Me - Chapter Nine (Eddie Munson x Reader Series)

Series Summary: Corroded Coffin is lacking only one thing that could help them win the upcoming Battle of the Bands; original songs. So when a new band comes to town with a lead singer that looks all too familiar and a repertoire of original songs up their sleeves, Dustin concocts a plan that will get you to spill all of your songwriting secrets to Eddie. It’s just a few dates, right?

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Word Count: 6.6K

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Reader, Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, 10 Things I Hate About You AU

A/N: Yes the angst his here. To be honest I've kind of liked writing it way more than I thought I would. Thank you all for the kind comments that were left on last weeks chapter. They all made my heart very warm 🥰. This series will be coming to an end soon and honestly I don't actually know how it's going to end yet which is kind of freaking me out. But alas I'm sure I will think of something. Anyway I hope you enjoy this chapter. Also, I do know that one of the songs I used is by an artist that's problematic, so just know that I don't support them. Again, the songs I choose are purely used for their lyrics. As always, I love you all x

You had told yourself that you wouldn’t watch his set.

After all, you could not quite stand the thought of listening to that song again; the same one that you had helped him write, the same song Eddie had played for you that night in his trailer when the air had been thick and your bodies had been so very close. It had been hard enough seeing him in the confines of the green room, his large eyes so very sad as they quite unsubtly snuck glances towards you every few seconds. But you had not looked back, partly because the sight of the sadness that lingered behind his eyes was hard enough in itself to face, and partly because the sight of that sadness made your blood boil.

What right did Eddie Munson have to be sad? It was him that had done this all, him that had concocted the whole deception, him who had lied and toyed with your feelings even after you had spilled the pains of your past to him. It was him who had been notably absent during the entirety of the past week, him who was still yet to apologise. That sadness was likely just another act, another deception to try and regain your trust once more, and so you would not engage with it; would not engage with him.

And yet it was as if your legs were moving of their own volition as you followed your friends out from the green room and down towards the crowd, Robin turning back to look at you periodically with a concerned expression. It was tiring being the attention of so many pitying looks. So you kept your head held high and your posture rigid even though your hands were shaking by your sides.

“I can wait backstage with you if you don’t want to be alone,” she turned to whisper to you, a reassuring smile spreading across her lips.

“I’ll be fine,” you lied.

The crowd was so densely compact and alarmingly large that none of you even tried to penetrate past the safety of the back wall. At the sight of the stage lights brightening and of the figures of Corroded Coffin beginning to make their way on stage, the crowd erupted in a deafening scream.

Eddie, who normally revelled in such attention, kept his head resolutely down, his gaze never wavering from the floor. His movements were fluid and practiced as he set up—connecting his guitar to the amplifier, readjusting the height of the microphone—and yet each action was done without his usual confident smile out towards the crowd.  

When Eddie turned back one last time to offer each of his bandmates a curt nod, there was the beginnings of his smile as he looked out at the crowd. But this one was different; it was less wide and less genuine and less Eddie so that the sight of it made something hurt inside of you. You turned your gaze away.

“Shall we get this party started?” Eddie called into the microphone, the crowd immediately responding with a round of deafening cheers. Although his smile was different, his voice was just the same; just as confident and teasing and flirtatious as always.  

“This song is dedicated to a girl.” 

You couldn’t quite seem to help yourself as you flicked your gaze back up to Eddie on the stage. He was staring right at you now, somehow having still found you in the enormity of the crowd. And if there was maybe a glint of surprise lingering behind his eyes at your unexpected presence within the audience, you chose to ignore it.

“A girl that I royally screwed things up with.” He said it straight towards you. He said it as if it were only the two of you in the room.

You could feel as Robin turned to look at you, that same concerned expression returning to her features once more. But it was as if, now that Eddie had caught your gaze, he would not let it go as you found yourself transfixed by his stare.

“I thought all my song-writing troubles would go away if I found a teacher. But it turns out that all I ever needed was a muse.”

Whatever small smile Eddie had forced onto his features was long since gone now as he continued to stare down at you. The sadness behind his eyes was so very clear that you were sure the rest of the crowd must have noticed it too. It made you want to cry. It made you want to climb up onto that stage and smash Eddie’s guitar into little pieces. But mainly, it made you want to run, for it made you remember all of the feelings and the emotions and the happiness that you had felt whenever you were in the presence of Eddie Munson, and that thought was too much to bear.  

“And she is the most perfect muse a man could ever ask for.” 

You turned your gaze abruptly towards the ground, hoping that Eddie could not see the tear that had escaped the confines of your eye as it rolled down your cheek. You were waiting for it now; the beginnings of the song that Eddie had played for you in his trailer, and the thought of it made all of your anger and all of your resentment return all at once. In that moment you so wished you hadn’t come, you so wished you had just stayed in the green room like you had told yourself you would. Because you knew that hearing those words that you had helped Eddie write would only break your heart more. It would solidify it all; solidify his betrayal, solidify the fact that everything that you had thought to be so wonderful between the two of you had simply been an act.

“This one’s called Nicotine.” 

You couldn’t quite help the fluttering of your heart or the quickening of your breath.  

Because although the beginnings of the song were fast and loud and just as electrifying as one would expect, and although you had only heard the song with the accompaniment of Eddie’s guitar, now with the bass and the drums intermingled, one thing was still abundantly clear. 

He hadn’t used it. 

Eddie Munson had asked for your help to finish his song—or rather, you had insisted your help upon him before you had known the truth of it all. A song that was funny and fast and wholeheartedly Eddie. A song that was irrefutably good. So good that it would have undoubtedly scored him high among the judges.  

Yet he hadn’t used it. 

And you couldn’t quite figure out why. 

Instead, he had written a whole new song; one that would have taken hours for the band to learn and perfect, one that was unnecessary since the other song had been finished. So in the end you could do nothing other than stare up at Eddie as the song began, altogether quite shocked and altogether quite sure that your features showed this. You could do nothing other than listen. Because then, just as the first verse was about to start, the loudness of the song ceased. 

And then it was just Eddie. 

“Cross my heart and hope to die 

Burn my lungs and curse my eyes.”

His voice reverberated around the hall, reverberated in your head, and then, somehow, reverberated in your heart. It was captivating, seeing this version of him, his voice so raw and clear as it rang out across the hall. He had listened to you, you realised. He had listened to your offhanded comment that you had said back at his trailer, back at the night when everything had been perfect. And where once this thought would have brought a wide smile to your face, now it only had another tear escaping from your eye.

“I’ve lost control and I don’t want it back 

I’m going numb, I’ve been hijacked 

It’s a fucking drag.”

The rest of the band joined back in, and yet although the song was just as loud and electrifying and intense as you had been expecting it to be, now it was almost as if Eddie’s voice floated above it all. He wasn’t cowering behind the noise anymore, and for just a moment you wholeheartedly wished that you could go back to that night within Eddie’s trailer and kick yourself before you gave him the compliment. For his voice was just as captivating and hypnotizing as it had been when he had sung into the silence of the trailer, and you were positive that the judges would think the same.  

“I taste you on my lips and I can't get rid of you

So I say damn your kiss and the awful things you do

Yeah, you're worse than nicotine, nicotine”

You turned your gaze to the floor, unable to face those dark brown eyes any longer; not when they still possessed that sadness behind them, the sadness that didn’t deserve to be there. He had hurt you. He was the one that had lied. He was the one who made you believe that everything between the two of you had been real, that everything between the two of you had been so stupidly perfect. And yet still there were the beginnings of your own sadness that made you want to hold Eddie, that made you want to cup his face within your hands and wrap your arms around him until the familiar gleam in his eyes returned.  

It wasn’t fair.

“We should head back now. We’re up next,” Robin leaned down to say to you.

You were sure that she had seen your wayward tears and you were sure that her sentiments likely came from a place of pity. And yet you were so grateful that she had not mentioned it all. You were so grateful that she had given you an out without making you admit the existence of all the pain you were feeling welling up in your chest.  

So you nodded back, altogether quite sure that you would burst out crying should you attempt to speak, and followed Robin and the rest of the girls back to the green room. It was quiet when you returned, the room empty, so that you found yourself inhaling deeply. You grabbed your guitar from its casing, revelling in the familiar feel of it under your fingers, the weight of it oddly comforting as you held it against your chest.

When the four of you had collected your instruments, Vicki twirling her drumsticks absentmindedly between her fingers, you each made your way to the wings. The last remaining remnants of Eddie’s song filtered out towards you, and you tried to ignore the way the crowd erupted in a cheer so loud that it was practically deafening even from backstage.

But then, suddenly it was as if the noise of the crowd disappeared all at once. Because now Eddie Munson was standing before you, and even though Jeff and Gareth and Mike had continued to walk past you on their way to the green room, Eddie only lingered. He opened his mouth as if to say something, closed it, and then opened it again, but no sound came out. In the end, the stage manager spoke before he could, motioning for your band to begin making their way on stage. Eddie ran one hand through his hair frustratingly and made to leave. You turned away from him to face the stage.

You weren’t too sure why you did it. Strumming the strings of your guitar one last time before heading on stage had never been a pre-show ritual for you, and yet somehow you thought maybe it would ground you if you heard the familiar sound of each string. In the end you were right; strumming your guitar brought all of the noise rushing back towards you, but only because you were met with the most horrific series of notes.  

Everyone stopped what they were doing. Meg, Vicki and Robin instantly turned back around to look at you. Eddie stopped in his tracks. Even the stage manager had the decency to look shocked.  

Because your guitar was out of tune. So violently out of tune that the sheer wrongness of each note that vibrated from each string seemed to echo around you relentlessly. You stilled completely at the sound, not quite believing what you were hearing as you reached down and slowly ran your fingers across each string once more. The same sinful notes sounded again, and you couldn’t quite help from cringing at each one.

“I thought you tuned it,” Robin said, clearly beginning to panic.

“I saw you tune it,” Meg offered.

“I did tune it,” you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper as you realized that there was a very real possibility that you might be going into shock.  

You looked up as a flash of movement passed you, your gaze coming to lock onto a smile that was dripping with cockiness, the boy offering you a taunting wave before he entered the green room. It was as if all of you came to the same realization at once as the boy disappeared from sight. Meg audibly growled from beside you, Robin threw her hands up to cradle her head and let out a loud groan, and Eddie, who had not moved an inch since you had plucked that first wrong note, somehow stiffened even further.  

And although you wanted nothing more than to follow that boy into the green room and connect your fist with his stupid smirk. Although you wanted nothing more than to repeatedly kick him in the groan until he was incapable of ever reproducing, you remained where you were.  

Because there was simply no time.

It was clear the crowd was already starting to grow impatient from the loud murmurs of conversation that had started up again, and yet the guitar in your hands was still wildly out of tune. So you ignored it all—Meg’s ferocious demeanor, Robin’s continued freaking out, Eddie’s laboured breathing—as you brought the strings of your guitar closer to your ear and began hastily turning the tuning pegs.  

“You need to get on stage,” the stage manager spoke, ushering you forwards.  

The panic began to set in just as you were about to emerge onto the stage, your fingers starting to sweat so that they began to slip from the pegs. You felt like groaning loudly in frustration  You felt like picking up your guitar and smashing it repeatedly down onto the ground. But you only continued to work, your movements frantic now.  

But then there was the gentle touch of a hand upon your shoulder, the action hesitant so that at first you barely registered it. You turned around, bringing your guitar with you as you continued to tune it, to find Eddie staring intently back. He opened his mouth again as if to speak before closing it hastily, and just as you were about to turn away with a roll of your eyes, thoroughly unwilling and unable to deal with whatever it was that Eddie was trying to do within that moment, he outstretched his arm towards you.  

His arm that was tightly grasping the neck of his guitar.  

You looked down towards it, the red and black print so very familiar, and then looked back up towards Eddie. 

“No,” you instantly said. 

“Yes,” he responded. 

“I can’t take that,” you tried again. 

“You have to.” 

You knew he was right, knew that this was the best option that you were going to get within that moment. And yet still you hesitated. Because Eddie had whisked his guitar away from you as quickly as he could back at his trailer. Because Eddie hadn’t even allowed you to touch it. And yet here he was, offering it to you without a second thought. 

“Take it,” he emphasised, and before you could even make the decision to do so your hand was outstretching before you and your fingers were grasping the guitar. It felt heavy in your hands, heavier than it should have and you couldn’t quite tell whether that was just because of its weight.  

But as you pulled it towards yourself, Eddie’s hand still lingered within the air, and for just a moment you thought he had changed his mind. But then he turned his palm slightly more upwards and you realised what he was doing. Swiftly, you pulled your own guitar from around your shoulders and passed it to him, unable to tell whether it was intentional or not when Eddie’s fingers brushed lightly against your own in the transfer. The touch was gentle, delicate, barely there at all, and you found yourself having to physically turn away from him to compose yourself once more. The rest of your band was looking at you expectantly.  

“What are we waiting for?” you questioned, and then the four of you were scrambling to get on stage.  

Maybe it was merely all in your head, but as you emerged onto the stage you could have sworn the crowd cheered less enthusiastically than they normally did. It was most likely only a product of their impatience, and yet you couldn’t quite seem to stop the twisting of your stomach as your nerves returned all at once. 

 

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When Eddie finally managed to make his way down into the crowd you were adjusting the microphone stand hastily, plugging his guitar swiftly into the amplifier clearly as a means to make up for lost time. With a quick turn of your head and a nod to each of your bandmates, you pressed your lips up to the microphone. 

“Sorry for the wait, everyone. Technical difficulties are always a bitch.” 

Eddie couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at his lips. 

The crowd responded well to your apology, cheering loudly. And although the crowd was huge—most likely the biggest one yet—your gaze still found his. Eddie offered you a soft smile, and although he was unsure whether you could see it or not, it still hurt when you turned your gaze away.  

“The song that we’ve got for you today is dedicated to all the assholes around the world. Because heartbreak is painful, but betrayal is worse.” 

You were refusing to look at him now, Eddie was quite sure, as he tried to catch your gaze once more, your eyes apparently firmly fixated on anywhere but him. Eddie could feel his heart breaking in two so that for just a moment he had to close his eyes. 

“This one’s called Songs I Can’t Listen To.” 

Eddie had fantasised about you more times than he could count, each one lovely and breath-taking and only sometimes sexual. But this image of you now playing his guitar upon the stage was somehow more breathtaking than anything Eddie had ever concocted in the depths of his mind. For just a moment, he couldn’t seem to breath, far too enraptured by the sight of your fingers dancing over each string to fathom doing anything else, no matter how essential the action was to his survival. So he stood there, completely motionless for the entirety of the opening of the song, seemingly unable to bring himself to care about the burning in his lungs.

There was something stirring within him now, something practically animalistic as he watched you play his guitar. It brought images to his mind; images of clothes thrown haphazardly on the floor, teeth clashing against another’s, the squeaking of a bedframe. But Eddie buried the thoughts knowing that he did not get to think of you in such a way. Not after what he had done.

The song was electric, far more fast paced and louder than he was used to hearing from your original songs, and yet just as good. Your face was concentrated as you played, your gaze unwavering from the guitar in your hands just as Eddie’s gaze was unwavering from you. And then your lips were returning to the microphone once more and Eddie’s breath, which he had only just managed to get back, hitched within his throat. 

“There’s a song that I love that you once played for me 

It had all the right chords and a sweet melody.” 

Eddie knew immediately just what you were referring to; the song that the two of you had finished together. In truth, it was his favourite of all the songs he had written, and yet although he had so desperately wanted to perform it here in front of this crowd, he knew that he could not. However small your contribution had been, the song was still a creation of the both of you, and so he would not use it in a competition where you were essentially his rival.

“It was back when we started, when there was mystery

Now they’ve all been erased on my music machine.”

The boys had been furious when he told them they were scrapping the song, and he didn’t blame them for it. He had taken all of their anger and their annoyance and their protests because he knew that he had deserved it. And then he had spent days learning the new song with them, practicing until his fingers felt almost as if they were about to fall off and then practicing some more.

But, in truth, Eddie would have done it over and over again if it meant that you might hate him just a little bit less. He had seen the slight look of surprise flash across your features when he had begun to play—the expression momentarily masking the hatred that now shone through your eyes whenever you looked upon him—and he had revelled in the sight of it.  

“And it’s all because of you 

I’ve got a list of songs I can’t listen to 

And it’s all because we’re through 

I’ve got a list of songs I can’t listen to.”

Eddie felt his breath still once more when your gaze finally returned to his, your fingers never faltering in their movements as they moved across his guitar. Your eyes were captivating, entrancing, hypnotizing in such a way that Eddie knew he would not be able to turn away from them. There was the gleam of hatred somewhere in their depths, but maybe it was just a little bit less fierce than it had been when he had first seen you again in the green room, although Eddie thought it likely only a figment of his imagination.

But there was something else now alongside the hatred, something that Eddie had seen only once before when you had stood before him in the silence of the Hideout as your notebook had been tightly held in his hands. It was sadness, so distinct and clear that Eddie almost turned his head away to hide from it.

“And do you still sing along when you're all by yourself

Or do you switch to the next one, sing for somebody else

When you're cold don't forget how the song kept us warm

We would dance ‘till sunset, I would lay in your arms.”

In that moment, Eddie could quite literally feel his heart breaking. It had cracked, he was sure, maybe not all the way, but definitely a significant amount as if he was some character in a cartoon. Because your words made him remember that night; how very perfect it had all been as you had swayed with him to the voice of Billy Joel, how you had rested your head upon his chest, how he had held you against him. He remembered how the two of you had spilled your hearts to each other, how you had so tentatively reached out to hold his hand when he had needed you most, how your presence was so oddly comforting that it felt like the easiest thing in the world to talk with you. And then he remembered your face inching closer to his, your breath across his cheek, and then, finally, your lips against his own. The kiss had been better than Eddie ever could have imagined; it was better than any single one of his multitude of fantasies. Because this was real; you were so very real against him that it had almost felt like a dream.

“And I wish the music didn't play forever

'Cause I'm feeling like a broken record

And I wish the music didn't play forever

'Cause I'm feeling like a broken record.”

Suddenly, Eddie felt almost like crying.

He had done this, he knew. He had been the one to think of the original plan in the first place, and whilst it might have gotten a bit out of hand due to Dustin’s wild imagination, Eddie was the only one to blame. He had been the one to agree to it all, he had been the center of the deceit. And whilst every smile and every laugh and every emotion he had felt with you had all been real, he had still betrayed you, he had still clung onto every passing comment you had made about songwriting and had utilised it within his writing.

The thought sickened him.

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Your heart was pumping as you practically ran off stage, a strange concoction of emotions swirling through you as you tried desperately to catch your breath. All at once you felt like crying, screaming, laughing, and a little bit like throwing up, for on the one hand you had just showcased what lied in the very depths of your heart to an audience of people, and on the other hand that audience of people had cheered and screamed back louder than they ever had before.

“That was insane,” Robin cried as the four of you walked away from the wings and towards the green room.  

“They were screaming so loud I could barely hear myself,” Meg said, and although her tone was annoyed, there was the slightest upward curve of her lips that betrayed her.

For just a moment, as the four of you laughed into the silence of the hallway, things were nice. Things were so very nice that it was easy to forget about everything; about the heartbreak and the betrayal and the pain of it all. So that was how you found yourself eventually entering the green room; with a smile plastered onto your features and with a laugh spilling from your lips.  

However, at the sight of Eddie Munson standing within the room, everything returned all at once, and your smile and your laughter fell away. Eddie looked remarkably uncomfortable as he continued to look at you, a shell of his usual boisterous self as he brought one hand up to rub at the back of his neck sheepishly, his tall form slouched slightly. The air had turned awkward now as the rest of the girls noticed his presence, quite unsure how to act in the situation.  

“You guys were great,” Eddie eventually said.

“We know,” Vicki responded.

In truth, you had forgotten all about Eddie’s guitar as it hung lazily from your shoulders, too busy reveling in the pump of endorphins that flowed through you. But now, as the adrenaline from the set slowly started to wear off, it was as if the instrument had suddenly grown heavier. You looked down towards it, instantly being reminded of its existence within your possession, and hastily tore it away from you, grabbing it by the neck and outstretching it towards Eddie.

He looked hesitant as he reached for it, almost as if he did not want to take it back. When his hands wrapped around it this time, they did so on an area of the guitar that was vastly distant from where you were clutching it so that there was no possibility of your hands brushing. You couldn’t quite tell whether the thought was touching or offensive, and so simply turned away when the instrument had been taken from your hands.  

“Y/N-” Eddie tried, his voice uncharacteristically soft.

“We’re still getting milkshakes on the way home, right?” Robin instantly cut in, her voice unnecessarily loud.

“Of course,” you responded, trying to ignore the feeling of Eddie’s gaze as it lingered upon you.  

Making your way over to your guitar case, you breathed out a sigh of relief when you unclasped the locks and found your guitar resting safely inside. You had trusted Eddie to take care of it when you had hastily handed it to him in the wings, and for the entirety of your separation with your instrument you hadn’t quite been able to rid yourself of the worry surrounding the safety of it.  

You knew it was unfair.

After all, Eddie had been the one to entrust his guitar in your care first. And yet although you had wanted to trust him, although there was still part of you deep down that knew he would never have done anything to harm your guitar, now you couldn’t help but second guess it all. For whilst there had once been a time when you would have likely entrusted Eddie with your life, everything had changed.  

It was hard to know what to think now as you turned back briefly to glance at Eddie, still standing awkwardly in the room. There was a part of you that wanted to believe he was still the caring and funny and kind Eddie that you had known; the Eddie that cared for kids he didn’t need to care for; the Eddie that refused to let you walk home alone; the Eddie that had held you so delicately and gently against his chest as you had slow danced in his bedroom.  

And yet it was that same Eddie that had befriended you only as a means to win the competition, and it was that fact that stung the most.  

Eddie opened his mouth as if he was going to say something, but swiftly closed it as the rest of his band made their way into the green room, all of them apparently incapable of reading the awkwardness that lingered in the air as their boisterous conversation continued.

“Those guys suck,” Gareth groaned.

“Come on, man, you have to admit they’re pretty good,” Jeff responded.

“Yeah, but they’re not good enough to have all those girls at the front screaming for them. We didn’t have girls at the front screaming for us.”

“I wonder why,” you heard Meg mumble under her breath.

“Maybe they paid them,” Mike chimed in.

After ensuring your guitar was in just as perfect a condition as it had been when you had left it, you closed the case and swung it around your shoulders. You could feel Eddie’s eyes watching you as you did so, keeping your own gaze fixated to the floor in response.

“Are you guys leaving?” It was said so softly that you found yourself surprised that you hadn’t missed it altogether. When you looked up, you found Eddie still standing just as timidly as he had been when you had entered the room.

“Why would we wait around just to watch those assholes play?” Your voice was slightly harsher than you had intended it to be, and yet you did not allow yourself to feel remorseful about it.

Before Eddie could respond, Mike’s voice filled the room.

“Does that mean we can go as well? I’m exhausted.”

Eddie hesitated for a moment before responding.

“Yeah, alright.”

Gareth and Jeff seemed just as eager to leave as they hastily made their way over to their instruments and began packing their things away. You turned your attention back to your own bandmates, silently wishing that they would hurry in their packing up so that the four of you did not get stuck with what would be a very awkward walk to the car should the boys decide to join you. Once Robin and Meg swung their own guitar cases around their shoulders, the four of you left without a backwards glance.

“Do you guys think we’ll get into the finals?” Vicki asked as you walked down the hallway.

“I definitely think we have a chance,” you responded.

“It’s hard to tell with the judges though,” Meg said. “Apparently the fan favourite last year didn’t even make it to the semi-finals.”

“Let’s not worry about it tonight,” Robin said as the four of you exited from the stage door, a brisk wind welcoming you as you stepped out into the carpark. You breathed in deeply, revelling in the silence of the space.

“Y/N,” came from behind you and you closed your eyes at the sound of the familiar voice; just as hesitant and just as defeated. Turning only slightly, you found Eddie traversing the hallway.

You pretended not to notice him as you continued on walking, maybe now with a little more haste to your step. The girls followed your lead, quickening their pace along with yours.

“I’m starving,” Robin groaned. “Are we just getting milkshakes or can we get food too-”

“Y/N,” came again.

“I could go for some food,” Meg continued.

“Maybe if we hurry the kitchen at the diner will still be open when we get there,” Vicki added.

You could hear Eddie approaching now, his long legs and quick stride gaining on you. He didn’t run, you noticed, and you thought maybe it was done in an attempt not to scare you away. But now your heart was thundering within your chest, the reality that you might finally have to stand and face Eddie Munson dawning upon you. He was close now, close enough that you could hear the slight pant in his breath, but still you did not turn to face him.

“Y/N, can we please talk?” Eddie tried again.

You whipped around.

“Now you want to talk?”

To say that Eddie was shocked would have been an understatement. He stilled where he was, arm slightly outstretched towards you as if he had been meaning to grab your wrist. His eyes went wide, his mouth opening as if to say something before closing once more. He looked almost like a startled deer, as if any sudden movement would have him sprinting away. But you were angry now, angry enough to ignore the hurt that flashed behind his eyes at your outburst.

“It’s been a week since the Hideout and you’ve been remarkably silent.”

Eddie opened his mouth, closed it, and then opened it again.

“I thought you wouldn’t want to see me,” he said, and his voice was so soft and so small that you felt like turning away. But you did not allow yourself to back down.

“Of course I didn’t want to see you!”

There was a slight furrow to his brow now, and in all honesty you could not blame him for it. You groaned, bringing your hands up to rub at the muscles in your face, trying to collate your thoughts into something clearer.

“You knew that you hurt me,” you said, trying to fight off the swell of tears that surged behind your eyes. “You knew that you hurt me and you did nothing. So no, we don’t need to talk, because your silence has already told me everything I need to know.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that I know that this all meant nothing to you. That-” you hesitated, swallowing a sob. “That I meant nothing to you. That this was all part of your grand scheme which, by the way, next time you plan to fuck with someone’s emotions to win a competition, why don’t you do some research first because you can literally pay people to teach you how to write songs.”

A stray tear escaped from the confines of your eye and you could feel it as it trickled slowly down your cheek. Eddie watched it intently as it fell and you turned away, making to leave once more. But suddenly you were held in place by a hand coming to encompass your wrist. You pulled away swiftly, and although you had been expecting some resistance, Eddie’s hand slipped away instantly.

“How can you think that?” Eddie’s voice came out as barely above a whisper, and you so wished that you hadn’t turned back around to look at him. Because now there was a sheen behind his eyes, a sheen that likely mirrored your own and you could tell that he was close to tears himself.  

“You’ve given me plenty of material to get to that conclusion,” you scoffed.  

“You thought that everything between us, everything we had, was an act? What about that song then? Was that just another lie too?” Eddie was getting angry now, his voice louder and more firm, his posture straightening until he was once again restored to his natural height. It was intimidating, and yet you did not back down.

“Oh, yes, how stupid of me, the lyrics that compare me to a drug that kills thousands of people per year. The song that says I’m a fucking drag. How romantic.”

Eddie turned away, his hands flying up to rub at his eyes as he let out a groan of frustration.

“That’s not what it’s about-”  

“Well then you better fire your song-writing coach because your lyrics are very unclear. Oh wait, no, sorry, you don’t have one, do you?”

You turned to leave once more as you felt more tears slip from their imprisonment, unwilling to let Eddie see you cry. A heat flooded your face all at once as you realised that your band had been watching the whole interaction intently from only a few feet away, their looks towards you now almost entirely full of pity. And then, not far from them was Eddie’s own band having at some point emerged from the depths of the venue. They looked away when your eyes met theirs, and for that you were grateful.  

“It’s about how you fucking haunt me!”

You stilled in your escape, the sheer desperation laced behind Eddie’s voice echoing inside your mind.  

“It’s about how whenever I see you it’s like I need to be beside you, and then when I am beside you it’s like I never want to leave. It’s about how when I’m with you I can never seem to take my eyes off of you because I’m afraid I’m going to miss something if I look away. And then when I’m not with you, you’re all I can think about; your smile or your laugh or the smell of your damn perfume. I think about you when I’m trying to go to sleep or when I’m driving somewhere or when I’m literally doing anything. And it’s like I can’t function when I’m around you, but then I can’t function when I’m not around you because all I can think about is seeing you again and it’s just so fucking exhausting!”

Your hands were shaking as you unlocked your car, unwilling and unable to glance backwards as you opened the door and slid into the driver’s seat. Eddie’s gaze burned into you as you turned the key in the ignition, wiping hastily at the flood of tears that now poured from your eyes in an attempt to see more clearly as you disengaged the handbrake, waited for the last of your bandmates to get into the car, and backed out of your parking space.

You were grateful for the silence that accompanied the car ride home.

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- Nicotine by Panic! At the Disco

- Songs I Can't Listen To by Neon Trees

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[glacial-snowflakes]

God of Romance // Eddie Munson x Y/N

A/N: Just have fun and enjoy!

Pairing: Eddie Munson x gn!reader

Word count: 864

Summary: Eddie decides to make you a little surprise.

WARNINGS: one swear word??

Likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated. It’s really motivating <3

Eddie Munson was never really a giving-a-gift-to-show-his-love type of person. He'd prefer to make you a breakfast you could enjoy at work or sit on the stairs leading to his trailer, keeping you close and watching the stars while talking about your day. However, today was different. Eddie had it all planned - he skipped the last class, bought you your favorite flowers, and prepared a box of your go-to snacks.

Saying Eddie was proud of himself was an understatement. He thought of himself as a true god of romance, the one that lost souls worshiped and asked for help with their withering love life. Munson felt strong. He felt powerful like he could sweep you off your legs with this little gesture expressing all the feelings from the bottom of his heart. He knew you would melt, seeing him smiling from behind the bouquet of lilies he held in front of him.

When the trailer you two lived in appeared before his eyes, Eddie slowed down his steps. He smoothed his constantly ruffled curls, cleared his throat a few times, and took a last glance at the flowers. Everything was perfect. And just when he was about to knock on the door, he heard your voice.

"F-fuck..." You gasped out, almost shakily. Confusion was painted on Eddie's face until he heard another voice. Male.

"Keep going, darling. Don't slow down."

Millions of thoughts ran through Eddie's head, elbowing their way, outshouting one another. He felt his heart sinking, and the love that kept it in place for so long now was too weak to hold it in. He wasn't sure if he wanted to scream or cry. Was he mad or just disappointed? Was your love just a simple lie? Only a few hours ago, you said goodbye to him before he left for school, giving him the happiest smile you could and sending lots of kisses before he disappeared. 

Eddie wasn't sure if he should step in or wait till the man left his trailer. It was when he heard you say, "I can't hold it!" that he decided to stop it all. Still keeping his gift in his hands, he barged into the trailer.

"How could you-"

"Eddie!?" That was all he heard from you before you collapsed on the floor, hitting your forehead on the ground. Eddie looked around, his heart pounding in his chest, but all he saw was... a pilates mat?

"Good job! You're doing great!" The man in the video that played on your tiny TV said, giving his thumbs up to the audience.

"W-what is going on?" 

You sighed deeply, getting up on your knees and stopping the tape. "As you can see, I am working out... Why are you looking so pale? Are you okay?" You stood up, your legs shaking from all the exercises you did in the last half an hour.

"N-no, it's just... I have a gift for you." Eddie reached out his trembling hands. He couldn't believe how stupid he was to actually think you'd cheat on him. He felt this big wave of embarrassment washing him from the tip of his head down to his toes, making him look like a ripe tomato.

"Oh, Eddie. That's so cute." Your voice went higher as you'd never expected to get such a gift from him. "Is there any occasion?"

"N-no... Just wanted to express my love for you, hehe..." He tried to avoid your sight, but you knew him too well to fall for his little lies.

"Okay, love. What is going on?" You put the box and the bouquet aside and took a few steps closer to him. "Is it because I'm working out? I know, I should've told you... There's no need to hide, and yet I felt a little bit-"

"No, no. Sweetheart, that's not it." Eddie shook his head hastily. All this hair smoothening went to waste. "I- I'm so stupid."

"Why?"

"I- I can't believe I'm saying this..." He took a deep breath. "When I heard this male voice, I thought-" No, he couldn't say that. It was, in fact, very stupid of him to think. It would show he had no trust in you, but that wasn't true. And yet, if he said it out loud, it would look like that.

"You thought I was cheating on you, right?" You chuckled, more amused than actually mad. Oh boy, he was adorable. "Baby, I won't lie. You are a little stupid to even think of it. But take a look." You grabbed his hand and pulled him in front of the TV screen. "Do you see him? He is not metal at all, and you, Eddie, are the only one in my type."

Munson didn't say a word. Maybe he acted a little dumb, but he was relieved you didn't get mad at him and turned everything into a joke. Because, in the end, Y/N Y/L/N would always choose him over anyone else, and he knew that, but sometimes he needed a little reminder.

"Now, let me put these flowers into the vase, and then we can eat these snacks on the stairs, my sweet, silly boy."

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[eddieandbird]

Love, Eddie Vol. 2

[ Vol. 1 ]

I reached the link limit on the last Eddie notes masterlist so I will be continuing them here! Thank you again everyone for all your support and love for my notes. You don't know how much it means to me to know you're enjoying them as much as I love making them! - Bird

Eddie hurt his hand

Don't forget to call Eddie

You're protective over Eddie

Eddie listens to your music

You're smoking with Eddie

Eddie spills your makeup

Eddie visits you when you're sick

Happy Thanksgiving from Eddie

Eddie asks you out

Eddie is so patient

Do you actually like me?

Cheering up Wayne

Eddie returns your shoes

Visiting Eddie for the holidays

Eddie comforts you when you have bad thoughts

Eddie tries to impress Mike

Eddie notices you copying him

Eddie hates the way teachers treat you

Eddie hasn't been feeling his best

Addiction is tricky

Indecisive

Asking Eddie to Sadie Hawkins

Wishing you luck

Wayne reminds Eddie to tidy up

Watching over Hellfire

Eddie is nervous around the new girl

Eddie's long lost love

Lean on Eddie

You're easy to love

Eddie caught your ex staring at you

Eddie discovers something [NSFW]

Eddie saves you from failing your class

You told Eddie to shut up [NSFW]

Eddie flirts with you when he’s bored

Eddie is sleepy

You cut off a toxic friend

Eddie sees you hungover

Eddie doesn’t want you to be insecure

Eddie and you in a secret relationship

You're staring at Eddie's lips

Eddie helps you when you're anxious

You and Eddie got into a fight

Eddie bought a camera

Eddie asks you to take a break

Eddie after a date

Study date with Eddie

Eddie wants you to be heard

Eddie loves you regardless of your past

Eddie doesn't want to pressure you

Eddie wants you to be yourself

Eddie takes you to the trailer [NSFW]

Eddie is more careful

Eddie confesses his crush

Eddie watches you perform

Eddie lied to you

You cheer Eddie up

Eddie says happy birthday

Eddie and his accessories

Eddie talks about anxiety

Eddie would do anything for you

Eddie came to your room last night [NSFW]

Eddie wants you to speak up

Everyone assumes you're dating Eddie

Eddie leaves a note on your mirror

Eddie's failed first date

Eddie's road trip

Eddie catches up with you

Eddie doesn't want a fake smile

Eddie's reminders

Eddie changes his schedule

Eddie loses his voice

Someone flirts with Eddie

You canceled a date with Eddie

Eddie secretly writes his crush

Eddie says I love you

Eddie won't break your heart

You make Eddie love himself more

Eddie doesn't want to push yourself

Eddie was the last to know

Eddie wants a second chance

Wayne has your back

Eddie calls you Mrs. Munson

Eddie had a nightmare

Eddie's first love

You set up Eddie on a date

Eddie overheard you

Eddie writes to you while you're hungover

Fake dating Eddie

Eddie cures your stress

Eddie fell for the shy girl

You needed Eddie

Eddie being rough

Eddie and marriage

Eddie wants to spoil you

Eddie wants more kisses [NSFW]

Eddie loves your hands [NSFW]

You're wearing Eddie's hellfire shirt [NSFW]

Eddie can't keep his hands off you [NSFW]

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[demonsocialworker]

After Midnight - Eddie Munson

A/N: college has been kicking my ass i should be going to sleep rn but whatever ig

female xreader/smut/set in season 5

Smut warning: unprotected sex, orgasm denial, begging

TWs: unprotected sex, kinda stalkerish

You stared at Eddie all day. In the halls, at lunch, and during the one class you had with him. Your best friend Melinda was getting tired of you watching him all day, "Oh my god, you're totally a stalker!" she said. She had caught you staring at him for the fourth time during lunch that day. "No, I'm not! I just think he's cute that's all." Melinda rolled her eyes as soon as the sentence got out of your mouth, "You're right. You think he's the cutest guy in the whole school but instead of asking him out, you decided to watch him all day. Definitely not stalkerish at all." She stood up and started to go bus her tray, then turned back around to face you, "What are you gonna start looking through his windows at night too?" After that last comment, she walked off to her next class. You sat at the lunch table thinking about what she said, it wouldn't be the craziest thing to do right? No. No! Absolutely not. You tried your hardest to push the thought out of your head and just get through the rest of the school day, knowing you wouldn't see him anymore after lunch.

The rest of the day crawled by, but eventually, the final bell rang. You walked out of school to find Melinda waiting for you outside. "So I have an article to write for the school paper, I have to turn it in tomorrow. Can you help me write it?" You thought for a minute before answering, "Sorry Mel, I actually have to study for that chem test we have next week." Melinda looked disappointed, "Damn okay, see you tomorrow." She waved goodbye as she walked off, and you started walking toward your house. You could've waited to study for the test, chemistry is one of your best subjects. You wondered why you lied, you've never lied to Melinda before. But as that thought slowly crept back into your head, you realized why.

Why were you here? In the trailer park after midnight, looking for Eddie's van to figure out which trailer was his? You spent the whole evening trying to talk yourself out of it, but after a while, you gave up. You snuck out of your bedroom window, still in your pajamas, and walked all the way to the trailer park. Now you were asking yourself if you should turn back around and go home, but you knew you wouldn't. You were halfway through the trailer park when you saw Eddie's van, parked in front of his trailer. There were lights on inside, now you really couldn't stop yourself, and you walked closer to the trailer. You walked closer to a window that had light coming through it, it was closer to the back of the trailer. As you got closer you saw a shadow walk into the room. You knew you could've stopped, turned around, and walked back home with nobody ever knowing you were here, but you didn't. As the shadow lay down on what you assumed was a bed, you got closer. You were right beside the window now, you decided to peek through the curtains, to see if the shadow was really him. You inched closer, trying to find a good angle to look through the curtains, then you finally saw him.

Eddie was laying on his bed. You stared at him for what felt like forever until you heard a soft creaking noise. You looked around you, thinking maybe someone was outside, and worrying that they saw you. You didn't see anyone so you turned back to Eddie, and thought it looked like he was shaking, then you realized where the creaking was coming from. It was Eddie's bed. You stared through the window watching Eddie jerk off, you were frozen. Now you finally wanted to go home and pretend this never happened, but when you turned and started to walk off you heard a, "What the FUCK", come from the window.

You turned back toward the window, Eddie had jumped out of his bed and was hurriedly pulling his pants on, and he was staring at you. The only thought you had now was to run, but Eddie had the same idea. You could hear him running through the trailer, but you were frozen again. When he crashed through the front door your feet finally started to work and you took off running as fast as you could, but it wasn't fast enough. You felt a hand grab the back of your tank top, "Y/N!" You didn't want to turn around to face him, so you put your head down and looked at the ground. "Y/N." Eddie breathed out, still out of breath from running. "Y/N look at me." You slowly turned around, but you kept your eyes on the ground. "Y/N? Dude, what the fu- get in the house." Eddie pulled you toward the trailer, still holding onto your tank top. He pushed you through the front door and closed it behind him. He stared at you, "Well?" You still hadn't looked up but could feel him staring at you. "Are you even gonna fucking look at me?" He reached his hand out to your face, and put two fingers under your chin, lifting your head up and forcing you to look at him. You felt tears welling up in your eyes as you met his gaze. "What. Were. You. Doing?" You opened your mouth to speak, but couldn't. "Were you watching me?" You nodded. "Why?" You tried to look at the floor again, but he forced your head back up. "I- I don't know. Mel joked about it and then I couldn't get it out of my head and-". "You really think I'll believe it was a fucking joke?" He looked away and scoffed, "Okay then. Let's go joke around then." He pulled his hand away from your chin and grabbed the back of your tank top again. He started pulling you towards his room.

"Eddie I'm sorry I really am-". "Sorry for a joke? Sit down." He pushed you onto the bed and stood in front of you. He unzipped his pants and pulled them off. "Eddie, what are you doing?" He pulled his boxers down, and his cock sprang out. "What? It's funny right?" He sat across from you on the bed and started stroking his cock. Your eyes were fixated on his dick, so he lifted your head up with his fingers again, "Uh-uh, keep looking at me." You started to feel the heat growing between your legs and squeezed your thighs together. Eddie's eyes moved down to your thighs then back up to your eyes. "Is this what you wanted to see baby?" You nodded your head. Eddie's hand moved from your chin to the hem of your tank top, "Why don't you take this off for me?" You pulled your tank top off and threw it onto the floor, leaving your breasts exposed. Eddie ran his hand over them, before pinching one of your nipples between his thumb and index finger. You tried to fight back a moan but Eddie noticed, "Let me hear you baby." You finally let out the moan you were holding in as Eddie used his other hand to pull at the waistband of your shorts. He let go of your nipple and moved his hand up to your throat. "Take these shorts off for me too." You reached down to your shorts and started to pull them off as Eddie helped you, leaving you in nothing but your panties. Eddie moved his eyes up and down your body, drinking in the image of you. "Jesus..." he mumbled. He used the hand around your throat to pull you onto his lap, and moved both of his hands down your body to your hips.

He moved his eyes from your body up to your eyes, he took one hand off of your hip and tangled it into your hair. He pulled your head toward his, closing the space between you with a kiss. It started out gently, but soon turned aggressive when you decided to give into the feeling that had been growing between your legs since he pulled you into his room. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled yourself even closer to his body. Eddie tightened the grip he had on your hips, returning the kiss. He pulled away and flipped you onto your back, he ripped off your panties and threw them onto the floor. He positioned himself between your legs and looked back up into your eyes, "Are you ready?" You nodded yes, and without warning, he slammed his hips into yours. You cried out, even though you had seen his cock minutes before you still weren't prepared for just how big he was. "Shhhh, it's okay" he cooed at you. He was still for a moment, letting you adjust to his size. When you felt like your walls adjusted you looked up at him in want, and he started to thrust into you. His thrusts were fast and aggressive, and you found yourself grabbing onto his arms to ground yourself. Eddie groaned your name, "Shit, you feel so good." You moaned back in response, closing your eyes and reveling in how good he was making you feel. Eddie began thrusting deeper, hitting your cervix and making you moan louder than you had before. "Oh, you like that huh?" You opened your eyes again, "F-fuck yes right there Eddie, please" you begged as you wrapped your legs around him. He smirked as he started abusing your cervix, hitting it with every thrust. "S-shit Eddie I'm close" you managed to say between moans. "Not yet baby, hold it in for me." You tried to do as he said, but as the minutes passed it was getting harder and harder. "Eddie please, I can't-", he thrust straight into your cervix before you could finish your sentence. "You're gonna hold it in until I say so. Okay?" But you knew you couldn't keep holding back, "Please Eddie I really can't, please let me cum." He smirked as he started to unwrap your legs from around him and put them in the air, "Oh you want to cum so bad you're gonna beg for it hm?" You felt your face heat up at the thought of begging Eddie. "Please let me cum Eddie, I can't hold it back. I'll do anything if you let me cum." After hearing you beg Eddie's thrusts started getting faster and sloppier, and you knew he was close. "Fuck- fuck cum for me, baby." You finally released your pent-up orgasm, as Eddie pulled out of you and shot his cum onto your stomach. "Holy shit", Eddie panted out after he finished. He laid down beside you and put his arm under your head for you to lie on. "So... Hell of a joke right?" you said as you looked up to see Eddie's face. A grin broke out across his face, "Hellll of a joke." he said, as he planted a kiss onto the top of your head. You started thinking about how stupid you thought you were as you stood outside Eddie's window earlier. Eddie's soft snoring snapped you out of your train of thought. You smiled and cuddled into his chest, his arm moved farther around you and pulled you closer to him. You listened to his snoring and replayed what had just happened until you finally drifted off.

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I have to be frank it black sun makes way more sense as the beauty and best played straight ( blacksun got years of teasing mutual attraction and development ( from v1 to blacksun goodbye scene inv6 which had romantic this isnt the end connotations ) with sun going out of his way to help blake like beauty did for the beast and sun had done more for blakes arc then yang ) while bb got nothing for a romantic relationship nothing hinted at them being more then friends till arguably v7 ( the last 2 eps of v6 at best none of the blake and yang moments there were inherently romantic so it reeks of direction change either the change was made after v6 or during the writing of v6 last eps due to bbs popularity )

Hello anon!

I have to be frank, as well... I disagree completely :)

At the same time, though, I think your feelings and reasoning is understandable and valid. I'll tell you more, you are actually right in saying Blake and Sun are another example of Beauty and the Beast :P

I'll explain my reasoning immediately, but before that, let me say I have already talked about Blake's arc, Yang's arc, Black Sun, Bumbleby and ships in RWBY. You find all the asks and metas, if you click on the links. In any case, I'll be taking parts of these posts to answer you.

Now, let's start...

BLAKE'S ARC AND THE BEAUTY AND THE BEAST ALLUSION

Blake's arc and development can be summarized with this quote:

Blake: When you've been at someone's side for so long, after a while they become a part of you. But that's just it, they're only a part of you. Don't forget about the rest.

At the beginning of the series, Blake has been at Adam's side for so long her whole self has become his. This is the essence of their abusive relationship. Blake is initially presented as a shadow, both because she is a Faunus and because she is Adam's shadow. She follows him around, she obeys his orders and has been poisoned by Adam's White Feng propaganda. In order to follow Adam, she has cut all her other positive relationships, like the ones with her parents. This is why the moment she leaves Adam in the Black Trailer, she finds herself alone.

This dependence is made clear also through Blake's Beauty and the Beast allusion. Adam is initially:

Blake's Beast romantically

Blake's Beast when it comes to the Human/Faunus conflict > specifically, he and Blake are both beasts that fight against society for freedom

Blake's cursed Rose who is poisoning her life

In short, Adam is Blake's everything. This is why Blake's growth and salvation does not really lie in her finding Adam's substitude. The point is not that she is in a bad relationship, but then she finds a shiny new love interest and everything is alright. The point is that the relationship with Adam has grown so dangerous and abusive specifically because it has isolated Blake from others. So, Blake's recovery lies in her finding a huge support system made of different Beauties, Beasts and Roses ready to help her.

This starts with her team:

Ruby is Blake's new Rose. She resembles Blake's younger self and makes Blake believe into idealism once again. She is also the one who leads Yang and Blake to meet.

Yang is Blake's new Beauty/Beast when it comes to her romantic subplot. She becomes Blake's partner and ultimate love interest

Weiss is Blake's new Beauty/Beast when it comes to the Funus/Humans subplot. Their parallel journeys mirror the evolving balance of the world and I would not be surprised if by the end they share a moment where they fight side by side in something Faunus related.

In short, all Blake's subplots and sides that are initially focused on Adam get separated and she finds a different relationship for each.

This doesn't stop with her team of course! Throughout the Mistral Arc she finds 2 other Beauties and Beasts that play a key role in her development.

They are:

Ilia: she is the Beast the Beauty redeems and the Beauty who lost herself in the shadows, like Blake is initially.

Sun: he is the Beauty that helps the Beast and at the same time he is the Beast who lets go of the Beauty:

Blake: I have to admit, I think I was kind of getting used to having you around. Sun: I go where I'm needed! And… you don't need me anymore. Blake: Well, when you say it like that, it sounds sad. Sun: Look… despite the drama and the fighting and the numerous attempts on my life, I had a lot of fun! But you're with who you're supposed to be now.

Neptune: I don't know, man. It just feels like you're letting her go. Sun: It was never about that, brainiac.

It is funny to me that you consider Sun and Blake's goodbye as foreshadowing of their romance because it clearly isn't. If anything, the message is the opposite: Sun is giving up on Blake. He has initially followed her out of genuine care and romantic interest. However, by the end of their adventure he realizes Blake is already where she needs to be... aka her team and Yang:

Sun: You think you're being selfless, but you're not. Yeah, that chameleon friend of yours got me pretty good. But I'd do it all again if it meant protecting you. And I can promise Yang would say the same.

Notice how he juxtaposes himself to Yang and Ilia to Adam in this scene... this is not by chance...

This development in itself is rather meaningful in Blake's story. It ties with the deconstruction of toxic masculinty tropes her arc is about. Sun is a friend, who has been there for Blake when she needed him. This doesn't make him entitled to her, though. His selflessly helping her without the final "getting the girl" represents this.

Back to Blake's arc and allusion. A sure way to easily find Blake's numerous beauties and beasts is to use her shadow/light motif. Blake's name means both white and black, which is mirrored in her color scheme. This also means she is both light (beauty) and shadow (beast). This is also why she is linked to the twilight:

You can find this motif with all Blake's Beauty and Beasts. She is the white and black to Adam's red and black. This means they are both shadows (so no complementarity) and that Adam has tainted Blake's white (the light) with red (the blood) (see the White Feng symbol turning from white to red). At the same time, she is the black to Weiss's white and the shadow to Yang's light.

Ilia and Sun's symbolism is instead made clear in Blake'svolume 5 character short, where she keeps moving between day (Sun)

And night (Ilia)

Ilia and Sun are Blake's shadow and light in the Mistral Arc and their help is necessary for her to grow and face an even darker shadow together with an even brighter light:

In short, it is not only about Blake and Adam and Blake and Yang/Sun, but rather it is about Blake and her huge support system that is presented to us through the lens of her fairy tale.

In the post you are referencing, I specifically talk of Blake/Adam as an inversed Beauty and the Beast and as Blake/Yang as a straight version because I was thinking about it structurally.

What is Beauty and the Beast structure in a nutshell? It goes like this.

The Beauty's Father gives her a rose from the Beast's garden. The Beauty leaves the Father to live with the Beast. After a while, Beauty and Beast grow closer, but at one point Beauty asks to leave to visit her Father. The Beast says yes, but gives her a time limit. If Beauty doesn't come back before that the Beast is gonna die. The Beauty overstays at her Father's, but then rushes back to the Beast when she realizes she loves him. She finds the Beast dying, but her love restores his Prince-like form and they live happily ever after.

This structure fits Adam and Yang. Not Sun.

Blake meets Adam through her father's organization. He appears as a beautiful rose, but in reality he is a beast. Blake leaves Ghira to stay with Adam. However, after a while, their relationship becomes abusive and Blake leaves Adam. This hurts him and he grows obsessive and crueller. As a step in her healing process Blake goes back to Ghira until she grows strong enough to face Adam. Obviously not to rejoin and heal him, but to fight him off.

Blake leaves Ghira and loses herself. After a while she finds a precious rose (Ruby) and meets Yang. After they spend time together in the same team, Blake leaves and goes back to Ghira. This hurts Yang deeply. However, differently from Adam, Yang is able to grow and to welcome Blake back once she returns.

Blake never leaves nor hurts Sun, so there is really nothing to forgive here and there is no need for the Beauty and Beast's reconciliation, which is key in Blake's fairy tale. You could argue Sun leaving Blake in volume 6 is the Beauty leaving the Beast. Still, Blake doesn't suffer for this and Sun leaving has really no consequences for her.

Similarly, both Adam and Yang have a rose, which links them to Blake. Sun instead completely lacks the rose symbolism. Another hint he is not the main Beauty/Beast to Blake's story, even if he is clearly important.

Now, I don't care if you think Blake's story is well written or not. What is important is that you realize this is what we canonically have in-story. This is clearly the reading the authors want us to go at. Now, let's see if you are right about Bumbleby being shoved into the story in volume 7.

BUMBLEBY'S FORESHADOWING

Black the beast descends from shadows. Yellow beauty burns gold.

This is the very first time Blake and Yang are mentioned and they are literally called Beauty and Beast. Now, I know there is a huge discourse about this line and some people say it is bullshit. Some others instead argue that Blake and Yang were meant as a platonic version of Beauty and the Beast, while Sun and Blake were meant to be romantic.

Even dismissing Red Like Roses, though, volume 2 and 3 still clealry code Blake and Yang romantically.

Yang and not Sun is the one who convinces Blake to go to the party:

Yang: And if you feel like coming out tomorrow, I'll save you a dance.

So, symbolically she is the one who brings Blake to the dance:

Sun: Sooo, does this mean we're going… together? Blake: Technically, though my first dance is spoken for.

Notice that Blake and Yang wear complementary outfits (black and white, yin and yang), while Black Sun have both black clothes.

Not only that, though:

Blake: I had someone very dear to me change. It wasn't in an instant, it was gradual - little choices that began to pile up. He told me not to worry. At first they were accidents, then it was self-defense. Before long, even I began to think he was right. This is all just… very familiar. But you're not him. And you've never done anything like this before. So… I want to trust you. I will trust you. But first, I need you to look me in the eyes and tell me that he attacked you. I need you to promise me that you regret having to do what you did.

Adam: And as I set out upon this world and deliver the justice mankind so greatly deserves, I will make it my mission to destroy everything you love. Yang: Blake! Where are you!? Adam: Starting with her.

Yang is directly compared to Adam aka Blake's previous partner and lover and she is Adam's target the moment he is trying to hurt Blake. Like, crazy ex-boyfriend targets new love interest is a recurring trope. Not to count Yang losing her arm is juxtaposed to Pyrrha screaming Jaune's name while he is being attacked by Cinder. Arkos is clearly romantic and the 2 scenes happening frame beside frame is a way to equate the 2 relationships.

Just to be clear, Yang losing her arm to Adam is something decided since the very beginning:

Scathing eyes ask that we be symmetrical, one sided and easily processed. Yet every misshapen spark's unseen beauty is greater than its would be judgement.

The Yellow Trailer's quote foreshadows this event and it was confirmed by Yang's voice actress. If Yang losing her arm to Adam is something planned early on, I don't see why Yang and Blake fighting Adam together shouldn't be. It is a very rational development that lets 2 of the main girls overcome their respective trauma.

Before we explore Bumbleby's fight against Adam, though, let's focus for a moment on some songs. Bumblb and All That Matters were released respectively with volume 4 and with volume 5 and they are both Bumbleby's songs. You could argue Bumblebee is not "canon" because it was a later addition. Still, All That Matters is canonically a song about Yang's feelings over Blake leaving and it is clearly romantic. It also plays in key moments like Blake and Yang meeting again and the group hearing about Blake and Yang's fight against Adam. Both times, the one who starts the theme song is Ruby:

Blake: Well… I'm not going anywhere. Ruby: That's all that matters. That we're all here together. Right? Yang: Yeah.

Blake: I'm so sorry… Yang: Don't be. This isn't on you. Blake: But-- Ruby: You're safe, that's all that matters

Again, very clear symbolism, Ruby is the rose that brings the Beauty and the Beast together.

Now, let's explore Bumbleby's fight against Adam. Throughout the fight Yang and Blake's bond is clearly coded as romantic. There is literally no ambiguity here. For starters, Adam is 1000% jealous of Yang and Blake. This is an actual line he spits:

Adam: What does she (Blake) even see in you (Yang)?!!

The implication is that Blake is now in love with Yang and Adam is jealous and doesn't understand why her ex-girlfriend would choose Yang over him. There is no other interpretation possible. Sure, you may argue that in real life a jealous bitch thinking 2 people love each other is no proof this is actually the case (in many cases they may very well be wrong). However, this is no real life, but a story, which means lines like this and in such a context are as clear as day... they are framing Yang as Blake's love interest.

Thematically, the whole fight frames Blake and Yang's relationship in juxtaposition with Adam and Blake. Adam was abusive and a liar, who kept hiding things from Blake. Yang instead wears her heart on her sleeve and has had no hesitation to race to Blake's side, when she was in danger. Similarly, both Adam and Yang were left by Blake and were both hurt by this. However, Adam has kept obsessing over Blake and decided to stalk her and to hurt her. He is given the chance to let go, but doesn't. Yang instead works to empathize with Blake's decision and tries to understand her point of view. When Blake comes back, Yang forgives her and is ready to stand beside her once more.

This is ultimately why Yang wins her 1v1 against Adam. Adam is blinded by jealousy and rage to the point he loses sight of Blake. For all his obsession over her, he is quick to forget her existence during the fight. Yang instead never loses sight of Blake and fights to block Adam's vision of her, waits the right moment and then uses Adam's sword to bait him to where Blake is. In this way she and Blake can finish the fight. This is the thematic meaning of the fight. Yang sees Blake for who she is, while Adam only sees himself.

The scene itself is full of symbolism related to both Beauty and the Beast and Goldilocks aka Blake and Yang's fairy tale.

On the one hand Blake spells out the just right:

Blake: She's not protecting me, Adam. And I'm not protecting her. We're protecting each other.

In other words, Blake herself is Yang's just right.

On the other hand Yang and Blake allude to the Beauty and the Beast together thanks to the song Nevermore. Nevermore alludes to Evermore, which is a song in the 2017 remake of The Beauty and the Beast. By the way, the remake came out in March 2017, while volume 6 came out in October 2018... so they were rather close by.

Speaking of symbolism, there is more actually... The episode where Yang and Blake defeat Adam is called Seeing Red, which is apparently the title of an episode of Buffy The Vampire Slayer where 2 queer characters die (can you confirm @hamliet?). RWBY plays with this and makes its episode and inversion with Blake and Yang killing Adam. Finally, there is the very unsubtle motorcycle symbolism...

Bumblebee smashes Adam in the face and then sails toward new adventures in the river... again... the meaning is really not subtle...it means that Bumbleby as a ship is sailing.

In short, by volume 6 we have... 1 romantically coded dance, Bumbleby being compared to Arkos, Yang being compared to an ex love interest, said ex love interest targeting Yang twice out of jealousy, 3 love songs, heavy handed Beauty and the Beast and Goldilocks symbolism and other generic unsubtle symbolism...

Other than this, we have 2 perfectly structured paralell arcs that are so since the Black and the Yellow Trailers. Each girl has to go through opposite development and grow on her own with the help of family and friends. Only in this way they are able to meet each other again and to accept each other to defeat a common enemy together...

As you can see, there is actually a lot and to tell you the truth...Blake and Yang's journey throughout volume 4 - 5 - 6 is where their bond is really developed and tested. They are set up as each other's objective throughout the Mistral arc, they go through a conflict and solve it. This is how you make a bond important narratively, not through jokes or 2 characters being cute together, but through conflict. I am saying this because it is true that volumes 7 and 8 have gone out of their way with the Bumbleby cute stuff, so that everyone has realized they are meant to end up together. However, these volumes have really not been as important as the Mistral arc for their relationship. They are shown to be closer as a result of them defeating Adam. However, they have not really received that much focus compared to Mistral and that is alright... it is not every character must receive the same amount of focus in each arc.

In short, the meat of Bumbleby is Mistral and not Atlas. As a result, the idea this relationship has been invented in Atlas is false for the simple reason all its development is before they even reach the Kingdom.

BLACK SUN WAS TOTALLY THERE... AND THIS WAS A MISTAKE

Ok, now let's talk about Black Sun. I 100% agree with you that the ship was there and it was being built on romantically... which is honestly the whole problem.

As shown above, it is not that Black Sun was romantic and Bumbleby was not. They were both romantically - coded. As for why, there can be 3 explanations:

They were not sure they could make Bumbleby canon, so they were ready to use Sun as a spare (I honestly think this is partly true).

They wanted to have Sun be Blake's unrequired love interest, so that he can add a piece to the deconstruction of toxic masculinity (what they end up doing)

They wanted to show Black Sun as a Teen Immature love and Bumbleby as end game (probably a thing they wanted to accomplish, but were too ambitious with)

This last one may have very well been the idea here. After all, the Beacon Arc focuses on such immature loves and Black Sun happens at the exact same time Weiss develops her crush on Neptune. Now, I think we can all agree Weiss isn't ending up with Neptune... However, Black Sun has way more focus and is way more important than Neptune and Weiss's thing. Let's briefly summarize Black Sun teasing.

Sun starts flirting with Blake the moment he sees her, Blake goes to the dance with him and blushes at him during the Vytal Festival while a love song is playing:

After this, we have Blake and Sun’s interactions in volume 4 and 5. There it is made clear as day Sun has still feelings for Blake. Moreover, their interactions are full of jokes/tropes usually found in slap-stick comedies...(btw this is also why the discourse about Blake “being abusive” for slapping Sun or Sun “being creepy” for stalking Blake is missing the context imo). Like, meeting the parents with the mother teasing the relationship and the father disliking the partner is a romantic trope. There is also Blake and Sun's whole conversation about words where Blake tells Sun about what her loved ones represent to her. She talks of Sun as "earnest", but adds she has yet to properly decide, which obviously led many shippers to read it as foreshadowing.

At the same time... this is really all tbh... there is a lot of teasing and Sun is super important for Blake's arc because he fits the role of the Helper... However, he is not set up as some kind of objective, Blake does not really show any kind of romantic interest for him in volume 4 and 5 and she even talks of her teammates as the people she loves the most in the world:

Blake: Shut up! Do you think I like being alone? Every day… every day I think about them! Ruby, Weiss, Yang… they were my friends! I loved them like I never thought I could love anybody. And I hope they hate me for leaving.

Finally, Sun is never compared to Adam and the antagonist he helps Blake defeat is rather Ilia, who is another romantic interest, but of the unrequired love type.

Speaking of unrequired love... it is true Black Sun has 2 love songs, (Not Fall in Love with You and Like Morning Follows Night) but the theme for both is unrequired love:

See, you'll never understand What I feel, what I see (…) Trying to search for this happiness Lost in the lights But it seems that it's all Just out of my sight Just out of my reach, Can't seem to get it right Like I'm cursed with this turbulence (…) Yet I still believe in you Every breath, every word Every smile, every glance Could be another chance That you'll finally see The love that is me

Girl of my dreams you would make my life complete But you're a distant dream to me Then I know and I know that you're-- Out of my league How could it ever be? What am I supposed to do- Just sit here and not fall in love with you?

The implication is that Sun likes Blake and that he is running after her, hoping she will notice him. This seems to confirm the unrequired love reading...

However, the point is that all in all... Black Sun is a mess. It is romantically coded, but thematically, structurally and symbolically it is not as deep as Bumbleby. Moreover, it can't really decide if it wants to be a teen first love or an unrequired love and it is ultimately never addressed. Sun simply gives up on Blake after having helped her and leaves.

As you can see, I am really not happy with this resolution myself and even if it is true Sun is definately coming back in Vacuo... I am also not that sure he is gonna be that important or that his relationship with Blake has to or needs to find a closure by this point. After all, it is clear Bumbleby is endgame, so a love triangle would really add nothing to it.

There is also another problem with Sun himself, that ultimately makes him a less interesting romantic interest for Blake than Yang... so far he lacks an arc of his own... you insist he has been more important than Yang in Blake's arc because he has helped her a ton, right? However, what about Sun's own arc?

A romantic relationship should drive both partners to grow, so that they can end up together despite conflict. The conflict can be either external or internal. Bumbleby has both kinds of conflicts. On the one hand Blake and Yang trigger each other. On the other hand Adam gets in the way of their bond. This means they both have to grow as people (internal) and defeat Adam (external).

Black Sun lacks this on Sun's side... sure you may say the conflict arises on Blake's side... she is scared to open up to people and there is the whole White Feng Sun must help Blake to fight... However, this makes for a very one-sided relationship with one character way more complex and rounded than the other... All in all, it is a kind of dynamic that has its limits for the story.

Mind you, the writers actually wanna us to think that Sun has changed thanks to Blake. In Before the Dawn we have this:

Sun didn’t rise to Scarlet’s bait, which was pretty strange. But it also wasn’t his style to devote himself to a cause like this. He usually went wherever his whims took him, whether that was across the sea to help a friend or to get noodles at three in the morning. To pledge to fight a big cause with no clear solution or end in sight? That really didn’t sound like Sun. Maybe his time with Blake in Menagerie had changed him.

However, this is an example of telling and not showing... really in the series this never comes up nor it is ever explored. It does not contradict the story. It actually makes sense when considering what little we know of Sun and if we reread some interactions with Blake using this interpretative key. However, it is surely not one of the main topic explored in Blake and Sun’s relationship, while I think it could have been great if it were. Ironically, though, I think Blake and Sun's romantic teasing actually goes in the way of said explorations.

Volumes 4 and 5 are full of slap stick comedy jokes and romantic teasing and so anchored on Blake's own arc with Ilia and the White Feng, that Sun has very little time to have an arc of his own... Basically, all the space that could have been used to explore him is given to Blake and her own struggles... Sun is adorable and the best person ever to have around... but this is actually it... he does not change, nor is he particularly challenged by the events around him.

In the end, his struggles with his teammates and his flaws have been explored in the novel rather than in the series itself. Sure, he might have an arc in Vacuo, but given there are tons of characters that need development and a part of his problems have been dealt with in Vacuo, I am not sure he is gonna be super focused on... we'll see. One thing is for sure... if he were meant to be Blake's final partner these sides of him should have been focused on while they were together... however, they were not because ultimately his bond and dynamic with Blake is never symmetrical... he fits the role of the helper in her arc and that is more or less it...

CONCLUSION

I actually think you have all rights to be annoyed by how Black Sun has been solved, but I honestly think you have got the wrong target... the problem isn't Bumbleby whose whole story is clearly set up and rather well structured, but Black Sun itself, which could not really decide what it wanted to be... Hopefully, I am wrong and Sun and Blake's screentime in Vacuo will give us a resolution and make some choices clear, but as for now, I doubt it.

Finally... I am kind of meh to the whole idea... "THERE WAS DIRECTOR CHANGE DUE TO BB POPULARITY!"... I mean... RWBY has had so far no problem killing off Pyrrha and Penny... 2 very popular characters in popular ships... if they were going for... "Let's give the people the ships they want!"... I can assure you they would not have killed off those 2.

And that is all... thank you for passing by and have a nice day!

#rwby #asksfullofsugar #bumbleby #black sun #anonymous

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If This is How it Is: Chapter 2

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Summary: A manipulative Billy takes advantage of your broken heart, and things with Eddie come to a head before the Fourth of July Carnival.

Warnings: angst, mentions of smut (but no actual smut), language

WC: 1.1k

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Eddie slams the receiver back onto its hook when he hears the answering machine pick up. He's not about to leave a voicemail asking some random girl to come over for sex, so he settles for the next best thing: a cigarette. He grabs the pack of Marlboros and his old Zippo and heads outside; Wayne will kill him if he smokes indoors.

Sitting on his own steps is Billy Hargrove. He notices Eddie immediately and gives him a knowing smile.

"Munson," he sneers, "how was your groupie?"

Eddie rolls his eyes. "I wasn't interested," he half-lies, ignoring his recent attempt at a late-night hookup.

"Got it too bad for Miniskirt--Y/N." Billy cackles and takes a long drag from the cigarette between his lips, blowing out a perfect smoke ring. "Well, you know what they say--finder's keepers."

"Didn't even know you were together," Eddie mutters, and Billy realizes the misconception. He does nothing to mitigate it; instead seizing the opportunity to torture the guy.

"I mean, she's fuckin' hot and amazing in bed," he smirks. "Had me screaming her name, as you probably heard. I'd be an idiot to let her go." He adds the last part simply to rub salt into Eddie's open wound. He snuffs out his cigarette and starts inside.

Eddie calls out to him, fuming. "Don't talk about her like that. Like she's just some...some thing to fuck."

Billy laughs meanly as he opens his squeaky trailer door. "You had your shot, Munson. Coulda had her whenever you wanted. You can pretend like you're mad at me, but you know who you're really upset with."

He wasn't planning on taking this any further than a one-night stand, but it was just too goddamn fun to watch Eddie squirm angrily. Besides, you were a good lay.

Billy falls asleep with a smile on his face, eager to put his plan into action in the morning.

~

You're surprised when Billy's on your doorstep at 11 AM the next day. The Advil has kicked in and your hangover headache is finally clearing up. But when you see his face, all of the nausea rushes back, stomach curdling.

"Can I help you?" you ask with a hand on your hip.

He looks mildly amused at your attitude. "Jesus, Miniskirt," he says with a laugh. "That's not how I was expecting to be greeted after last night." When you look at him expectantly, he goes on. "I talked with Munson, and he said he's bringing that groupie to the Fourth of July carnival. Figured you might want to go with me, show off in front of him, maybe have some fun on the Ferris wheel..."

Bile rises in your throat. He's bringing her? To the carnival? You always went to the carnival with Eddie, hoping he'd kiss you on top of the Ferris wheel or hold your hand in the House of Mirrors.

You glance at Billy, his biceps pronounced as he leans against your doorframe.

"Fine," you agree reluctantly. "But we're not making a habit of this. I have no desire of being your girlfriend, and this carnival 'date' is bordering on relationship territory."

He throws his head back and laughs. "That reminds me. Munson kinda assumed we were together, and I didn't correct him." He licks his lips. "Hope that's okay."

"Billy, what the fuck?" you whine, and he just grins.

"Did you want him to think you're some kind of whore? Doesn't this look better for you?"

You sigh, unable to argue. "So, what? We hold hands and make kissy faces at each other?"

"And, y'know, you can suck me off under the fireworks." When you roll your eyes, he grabs your wrist. "Hey, this arrangement can't only benefit you. We can pull the plug on this whenever. Just say the word."

"No, no," you answer tightly. "Pick me up for the carnival at 8?"

Billy winks and drop your wrist. "You got it, baby."

~

"Seriously? Billy Hargrove?" Robin squawks as she stands behind the Family Video counter, inputting new movie titles. "Why don't you just talk to Eddie?"

"He's too busy with his little groupie," you retort. "Billy told me that he's even bringing her to the carnival. So why should I have to watch them make out?"

Robin furrows her brows. "Uh, I don't know anything about Eddie bringing someone to the carnival. He would've told Steve, and Steve tells me everything."

You shrug. "Well, apparently he said something to Billy about it."

"Now's your chance to ask him yourself," she says, pointing to the door. Eddie swings it open, his hair frizzy and askew. Your eyes widen when you see him, and you quickly avert your gaze to the floor. Never have the multicolored tiles held your attention for so long.

"I gotta go," you grumble, pushing past him so fast that he doesn't even have time to process what just occurred.

Robin gestures over to where you're dashing to your car, glaring at Eddie. "Y'see what happens when you decide to make out with random chicks instead of admitting your feelings for your best friend?"

Eddie throws his hands up angrily. "That girl asked me for an autograph, and while I was signing it, she started kissing me! I pushed her off of me as soon as my brain figured out what my lips were doing." Robin giggles at this. "Besides, it looks like I dodged a rejection bullet, since she's with Hargrove now."

"They only hooked up because she thought you got with someone else," Robin explains, completely exasperated at playing the messenger. "She saw your tongue down the girl's throat and decided to stick her tongue down Billy's throat."

Eddie grimaces. "Trust me, I heard them last night. They're doing a lot more than that." He exhales slowly. "Wait, if she wasn't going to tell me that she's dating Hargrove, what was she going to say?"

"Oh my God," Robin puts her head in her hands, bangs swinging in front of her eyes. "I can't keep doing this. She loves you! You love her! And until the two of you can handle this like adults, you can leave my store." She shoos him away.

"Wait!" he stops her. "I'll tell her, I'll tell her, okay? Can you just...help me? Please?"

Robin smiles. "I thought you'd never ask."

~

The doorbell rings earlier than you anticipated, and you're still in your robe, hair wet from the shower.

"Whatever," you mutter. It's not like seeing you unkempt would keep Billy from trying to sleep with you.

You fling it open, ready to lecture him for showing up an hour early.

But it's not Billy.

"Eddie?"

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