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cpressmn · 2 years

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steddie nation i’m begging for us to remember that steve is not new to or opposed to smoking…mans has been smoking since s1 cigarettes AND weed like we don’t have to turn him into some uwu perfect vanilla guy for him to fit with eddie i promise you

new twist on the steddie smoking together concept: steve PRETENDS he’s never smoked before so eddie will teach him

#smoker steve rights!#an odd hill to die on but here i am #he is a stoner i don’t make the rules #not like jonathan and argyle but he’s a bit of a pothead and no one can take that from me #steveddie #steveddie fics #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #.txt #st hcs #steddie hcs #steddie fics #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #updated this from steveddie to steddie you know what that is? growth

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sturniolo-rat · 1 month

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The High Life Part 2

Matt Sturniolo X Stoner!Reader

Part 1

A/N: IMPORTANT PSA about the portrayal of little space & subspace

Contains: smut, daddy k!nk, oral, p in v sex, softdom!matt

TW: drug use

In which Matt babysits a high Y/N, and she becomes submissive and breedable😏

“I need you, Daddy.” with that, she opens up a whole new can of worms.

Matt takes hold of her chin and rubs his thumb over her lips. “Do you want it soft or rough, Miss Baby?” He has to ask because it depends on how high she is.

“Daddy, can you be gentle this time?” she kisses his thumb and looks up at him with big doe eyes. He loves it when she’s so high she needs to be touched lovingly.

“Aww, cutie, did you get too high? Are you getting all floaty and tingly?”

She hides her face in his chest. “Mhmm…you’re just so pretty, Daddy.”

He pulls her closer so her back is flush with his chest. “Thank you, baby.” His hand sneaks its way under her shorts to cup her mound over her panties. “I’ll be so gentle for you.”

He finds the spot where her wetness soaks through her panties, and Y/N closes her legs a little bit. She’s embarrassed that she’s so wet over literally just looking at him, but she shouldn’t be. Matt loves that he can so easily make her into a needly little slut. He loves how she can make any activity turn into a few hours of unprotected sex. He uses the tip of his middle finger to swipe up at Y/N’s clit a few times, just hard enough to elicit a soft exhale. “I need you to do something for me, Miss Baby.”

He removes his hand from her pants, and she whimpers at the loss of contact. “I don’t wanna. I just want you to touch me.”

“That’s not what I wanna hear from you, Miss baby,” he chastises. She hates it when he’s disappointed in her, but she loves how he goes into full daddy mode when she misbehaves.

“Sorry, Daddy.” she pouts. “What do you want me to do?”

“I need you to take your shorts off and only your shorts. And get back on the bed face down, ass up.” she gets up to do as she’s told, and Matt grabs some weed and rolling supplies from her stash. When she’s in position, he stands behind her and places the rolling paper on her ass. She waits there, confused, not quite sure what he’s doing. She hears him using her grinder. When he’s done, he pours a line of weed onto the rolling paper. He uses his credit card to straighten the line in the center. Y/N is sure to keep still, but being used as a rolling tray is getting her so wet. She can feel him delicately rolling the paper on her ass when he dips his hand down and slides her panties to the side. He pushes the tip of his finger into her pussy to collect some of her juices. He’s got to seal the joint with something. Usually, he uses his saliva, but he figures Y/N is a better source to use. He moves everything off of her and gives her a playful spank on the ass. “Alright, Miss Baby, you can lay down all comfy with your stuffie.”

She lies with her legs spread, holding a stuffed shark, and her daddy hands her a lighter and a freshly rolled joint. “Thank you.”

“Thank you, Daddy.” he corrects. “Let's not get so high that we forget how to act.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“Now, light your joint.” He squeezes both of her thighs and whispers in her ear, “I want you stoned and brainless when I stretch you out.” she leans back into the bed, and he kisses her on the forehead. Then she exhales a cloud of smoke. Matt is convinced that princess treatment is just giving her forehead kisses, a joint, and good head.

He can tell she’s getting a bit impatient and needs more contact, so he pulls on her panties so that the taught fabric rubs at her clit. He’s not ready to give her what she wants and touch her directly. She’s been talking back and forgetting rules. So when he finally moves his face down to her pussy all he does is kiss her clit through her panties. He licks repeatedly from slit to clit until Y/N bucks her hips up into his face, and he starts sucking and making out with her lace-covered cunt. This takes her by surprise and almost sends her into a coughing fit. “Oh, fuck!”

He taps her on the pussy and says, “Watch your language, Miss baby.” He finally moves her panties to the side. “I would hate to have to delay properly pleasuring this little cunt.”

“Please, don’t daddy. I’ll be so good for you, I promise.”

“I know you will.” And he slowly pushes two fingers inside of her. Her toes wiggle in excitement, and she pulls up her crop top to play with her breasts. Matt knows he’s supposed to be gentle, but he can tell she’s changed her mind due to all of his teasing. It’s time to get down to business. He pumps into her a few times before scissoring his fingers a few times to stretch her out.

His pants are off within seconds, and he pulls her by her hips to the edge of the bed. He puts her legs on his shoulders and glides his whole length into her. She’s so wet, and he’s so hard they don’t need to line it up. He gives her deep, hard strokes. “There you go, Miss Baby. You like that?”

She nods her head furiously. The only things she can make come out of her mouth are whimpers and small moans. He leans in close to kiss her, and it almost folds her in half. He doesn’t stop fucking her as he spends time kissing her body. She extends her neck so he can suck and lick at that spot she likes. The hickeys will be impossible to hide. He moves down to her chest and trails kisses to her nipples. It’s a few days before Y/N’s period, so he knows they’re really, really fucking sensitive. His cock gets deeper and deeper the more he leans into her legs. She’s stopped whimpering. All she can do now is let out tiny yelps as he fills her so completely. Her panties are still on, and they rub her clit with every thrust of Matt’s hips. “Yes, Daddy,” she cries. “thank you. I love when you fuck me like this.”

She’s about to cum, but as if on cue, he slips out. Her pussy always gets so tight and narrow in this position that it pushes him out sometimes when she clenches it. He shoves his cock back into her needy cunt. “Daddy's cock feels good, doesn't it?”

“Yes, Daddy!” She shouts.

He puts his hand around her throat. “Then stop fucking pushing it out. I want you to take all of it,”

“M’sorry, Daddy”

“And I want you to cum all over it. Am I understood!” She doesn’t respond; she just looks at him with her mouth agape and gives him pathetic fuck me eyes that only true little sluts can provide. “I don’t even have to fuck you dumb. You’re already there.” He slows down and lets her legs fall to his sides, so he hits that special spot at a different angle.

“Oh my god, yes!” He feels so perfect, and this is a much more intimate position. “Please, Daddy, stay close to me.”

“Always, Miss Baby.” Matt presses his chest to hers and gives her a long kiss, making sure to keep pace with his thrusts. He whispers praise as she nears her climax. “You’re so pretty, baby.” He kisses her on the forehead, “And I love your smile.” he kisses her neck, “And you always feel so good for me.”

Y/N’s pleasure is building. “Oh my god! Right there!” One of her hands goes up to pitch at her nipple. Matt feels her clenching around him, and she lets out a pitiful plea, “Hold my hand.” He does, and her climax finally washes over her. He loves knowing his affection is needed for her cum.

He stands back up without pulling out of her and holds her legs so that she’s folded in half again. It’s his turn to cum now. He likes fucking her this way so he can watch his cock disappear into her cunt. It was hard holding back and fucking her semi-gently as she asked. “You can fuck me rough, Daddy, I want you to fill me up.”

He yields himself to his base instincts and plows into her. “You want me to use this little pussy to cum, huh?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Say it!”

“Yes, I want you to use my little pussy.”

Y/N just wants Matt to completely let go of himself while he fucks her. She wants him to forget that she’s anything more than an object to be used, making her squirm and whine as he just thrusts into her relentlessly, pushing her into the mattress and pulling her hips closer so he can make it go deeper. Y/N just wants him to focus on nothing but his pleasure, whatever he has to do to satisfy every unspoken urge. Matt knows this, and just knowing she would let him do literally anything to her right now is getting him so fucking close.

Y/N’s eyes are closed, and she’s just sitting there and taking it. “Look at me.” His thrusts are getting sloppy. “Just open your eyes and look at me.” They look deep into each other’s eyes. He moans, “I love you.” And she’s surprised by how vulnerable he’s being.

“I love you, Matt. I love you so much.” And he comes hard and deep inside her.

He flops next to her on the bed. “Wow, Matt, I think that was some of the best sex we’ve ever had.”

“It’s not over yet, baby,” She gives him a quizzical look, “you told me to fuck you rough and you called me Matt. I have punishments to dole out. We’re just taking a snack break.”

“No way! That doesn’t count. I said that to make you cum!”

“Rules are rules, Miss Baby.”

“Fine. Can we find the rest of my joint first? I lost it in all the chaos.

“No lost, baby. It’s been halfway up my ass since I laid down.”

“Are you serious?”

“Dead serious.”

They laugh, and she rests her head on his shoulder. Matt closes his eyes and adjusts his idea of princess treatment to include holding her hand while breeding every inch of her.

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awoogahonkhonk · 4 months

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There’s actually a lot of TWST characters who I think would (or wouldn’t) partake in the devils lettuce sooo here are some TWST weed Headcanons.

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Also, Ik they teens. Teens, don’t do drugs. But I did as a teen and am still not of age, high while writing this soooo yeah. Please remember that this is fiction and these are fictional characters.

Note: not all characters are in this list. If I didn’t add a character it’s either cause I had nothing of substance to say about them or I don’t know the character enough to make a proper headcanon. Also if I say something wrong I’m sorry I’m not a connoisseur I just do what I get.

Warning(s): General talk about weed, Yuu is a stoner(maybe idk) in this, cursing, unedited and written by someone under the influence

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Riddle Rosehearts: As much as I want him to, and I think he would actually benefit from it, he wouldn’t. Especially pre overblot but also post. And it’s more than it’s against the rules. All he knows about marijuana is what he’s learned from the anti drug PSA’s his moms had him watch. And he hates the smell. And his fragile lungs can’t take smoke. And he doesn’t trust edibles or like the taste. So, as much as I want him to just give it a chance and chill tf out, it’s a firm no.

Trey Clover: He’s impartial. Doesn’t like smoking, or getting high in general but he doesn’t have anything against others doing it. May smoke in group settings but rarely. He will 100% make some fire weed brownies if you ask. Also, number one guy to be with if you get the munchies.

Cater Diamond: I think he’s tried it, had a bad high, and never touched the stuff again. Might be convinced to try again with some close friends but only if they know what they’re doing. Also, acts like he knows what he’s doing but ends up hacking up a lung.

Ace Trappola: Yeah why not. He’s down to try anything once. Actually likes being high with people, like him and Deuce and Yuu have reg smoke sessions and he loves it. Just likes the feeling idk. I don’t think he smokes alone tho. Likes flavored pens.

Deuce Spade: Will attend every smoke session and get a second hand high but will rarely actually participate. He thinks he has to be the responsible one while Yuu and Ace get high off their asses. But he’s not against smoking a little every once in awhile.

Leona Kingscholar: For sure dude. Someone is almost always on something in Savanaclaw so he’s been around his fair share and tried a couple things. Doesn’t like the smell from joints cause yk beast man heightened everything. So he prefers edibles or pens. Pens still stink to him but not as bad. Casual stoner. It helps him sleep when everyone in his dorm is all riled up over nothing. Gave Ruggie his first edible but was not happy when he had to take care of him after he greened out. (I have so many nsfw thoughts about Leona and smoking with Yuu omg don’t)

Ruggie Bucchi: Like I said, first time he had an edible he greened out. In his defense, the dosage was way too much. Leona kinda forgot he wasn’t as tolerant as him. He didn’t really want to do it again after that but he figured out smoking was easier cause he could gage where he was better. So now he’s a lil stoner. High Ruggie = ravenous Ruggie. Like Fr you’d think this kid was starving the way he was shoveling shredded cheese into his mouth, straight out the bag.

Azul Ashengrotto: Just gonna make a blanket statement now, none of the mer students smoke. They aren’t technically supposed to have lungs and filling those lungs with smoke is just painful. So he doesn’t smoke. He’ll do an edible every so often, usually to help him sleep, but that’s it. IS the campus dealer tho. He knows a guy. He knows quite a few guys actually. Hooks everyone up, for a price.

Jade Leech: Never has, never will. Has absolutely no interest in it. Doesn’t like not being in control of himself. Will be around when others get high though, he thinks it’s hilarious. Especially when people do too much and get sick.

Floyd Leech: Complete opposite of his brother. Will get high anytime, anywhere, with anyone. It hurts to smoke, like I said previously, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t trying. It’s actually getting better. He also thinks smoking looks cooler than edibles. High Floyd is a very cuddly monster. Will squeeze anyone who gets close enough. Just be thankful that he’s too out of it to use his full strength.

Vil Schoenheit: Will loudly advocate against it and ban his dorm from doing it but probably has a secret stash somewhere. Only Rook knows about it. He’s stressed ok?! You try being a famous actor/model/fairest in the land.

Epel Felmier: My boy wants to. He really does. He thinks it looks so cool, and if Yuu can do it so can he! But the smoke burns his lungs and edibles taste bad. But that doesn’t stop him from trying!

Idia Shroud: OKAY so there are two ways I could write this. Cannon how he probably is, or headcannon how I want him to be and see him as. Cannon, he probably talks a big game but actually knows jack shit about drugs of any kind. And is kinda scared to try. But he will, to seem cool. Ends up coughing up his heart but he tried and that’s what counts. And now he can officially say he’s ‘done weed’. Headcannon, Idia as a little loner stoner. It calms his nerves and makes it easier to talk to people. Usually if he’s out of his dorm, he’s high. He’s also high when he’s in his dorm. It helps him sleep and he thinks better with a lil weed in his system. May have developed a small codependency but that’s okay(no it’s not seek help). Mr wake and bake.

Malleus Draconia: Weed? Like, dandelions? What? He’s so confused when someone offers. Why would you smoke weeds? Lilia has to explain it to him three different ways before he gets it. He’ll try, but please give him an edible. It’s for your own safety. His lungs could probably take the smoke but if he ends up taking a hit too big he will cough up flames and not little ones. Very spacey once he’s high. Will stair at the ceiling for hours and say absolutely nothing.

Lilia Vanrouge: Has, will, wants to rn actually. Lilia lived through the 70s, he’s done almost every drug known to man, and probably some not yet known, at least once. Why not? He can take it. Doesn’t smoke often but also does? Idk how to explain it. Likes flavored cartridges more than anything else. The weirdo who fucks with cotton candy. He gets bad cotton mouth tho so… I mean, if you believe in the vampire theory like I do…👀

Silver: The first time he smoked was with his dad. He walked in on Lilia and a bong when he was like 15 and Lilia was like cmon m’boy. Now, he’s concerned that Lilia wasn’t more careful and exposed him so young but that also means he has an okay relationship with weed. Like, he’s able to make his decision firmly due to plenty of experimentation. He hates smoking and edibles generally but will absolutely body some weed brownies.

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mafiadad5 · 4 months

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Masterlist and rules

Hiii! I’m 18 and I write for nct🩷

18+ blog, I only write for nct but I do write for all units (except new team) feel free to request, but I may get to them a bit late 🎀. sometimes I feel uncomfortable about writing for certain members or topics… please understand and don’t be rude.

Please dont plagiarize my work, if you really need help literally dm me, but it’s not cool to steal😭… ©mafiadad5

Thank you so much and feel free to leave comments and my dms are open!

Mark

• Friends with benefits

(Second person pov)

(First person pov)

you walk in on your roommate and long time friend doing something… a small argument about it turns into something else

Imagine

“I saw this tweet that was like mark would be the type to say dude romantically and i can’t stop thinking about it 😣😩!”

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Haechan

• Drunken thoughts

(Second person pov)

“You and your friend group decides to play a new and risky drinking game, but it only becomes risky for you and Haechan. “

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Renjun

• self control

(Second person pov)

your roommate is fed up with how you dress around the apartment and asks you to stop, but you’re fed up with him acting like he doesn’t like it so you finally confront him.

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Chenle

• Try, try not to think about us in that way.

(Second person pov)

(First person pov)

You and Chenle has been friends for years now, since freshman year of Highschool, you finally graduate and go on a summer trip that you guys have been fantasizing to go on since sophomore year. You've always had a crush on him, but stopped trying after he rejected you freshman year. Not wanting to ruin the friendship, you ignore your feelings. That's until you're standing at the beach…

• part 2

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Jisung

• imagine

(Second person pov)

“Omg can you maybe do like visiting jisung in the practice room for a quickie while the others are out #dontgetcaught!!”

• part 2

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Jeno

Nothing yet :(

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Jaemin

• White tee

(Second person pov)

(First person pov)

no summary, just read :)

• arguments

(Second person pov)

you and your bf got into an argument the night before, but you still have an attitude that he wants to knock out of you.

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Ten

• Can I be the one for you? (Part 1)

(Second person pov)

(First person pov)

Your boss seems to have a problem with you, and loves to tease you and make you work harder than the rest, that’s when you both get invited on a business trip that could change everything, literally. Are you gonna go on this business trip with him or not?

• one more night with you (part 2)

(First person)

it’s been years since everyone has split up from high school, but a knock on the door graduation day changes everything.

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Hendery

Nothing yet :(

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Yang Yang

blame it on the high.

(Second person pov)

you finally give into your stoner roommates habit and decide to smoke with him, the high makes you different you…

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Xiaojun

Nothing yet :(

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Win win

Nothing yet :(

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Kun

Nothing yet :(

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Johnny

Nothing yet :(

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Taeil

Nothing yet :(

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Yuta

Nothing yet :(

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Taeyong

Imagine

“Omg imagine sucking off taeyong backstage right before a show 😭😫”

• Just for the night.

(Second person pov)

(First person pov)

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Jungwoo

Nothing yet :(

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Jaehyun

• Kalopsia

I went back to my college town, my dad worried about me and my safety makes sure to load me with a bodyguard to be safe, little do I know it turns into a whole web of secrets, lies, and history that shouldn’t have been dug up.

(First person pov)

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Doyoung

• Kalopsia

(First person pov)

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Nct dream ot7

• Imagine

(Second person pov)

(First person pov)

“hii i don't know if you're accepting requests, but could you do nct dream reaction to you still being horny and wanting more rounds, even tho you just had sex and they're exhausted 🫠”

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Wayv ot6

Nothing yet :( (please request omg)

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Nct 127 ot9

Nothing yet :(

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captain-mj · 1 year

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Maybe on a mission, Ghost gets knocked out and somehow (I dunno freestyle) Soap has to go into his mind to get him to wake up

At some point Soap comes across a memory of Ghost and his dad and he yells at his dad <3

Heavy on the angst pls and thanks

I've been thinking about this so long, I've been waiting for an excuse to write something like this. Kinda got long so the second half will be separate.

Tw: child abuse, self depreciative language (including slurs), talk of suicidal ideation and very mild homophobia.

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Soap knew what he needed to do. He needed to go in Ghost's mind and find the door to wake Ghost up. In the normal plan, Price would be doing this as Ghost's must trusted ally, but he was also injured, leaving just Soap to do it.

Soap had laughed. “I promise not to violate his privacy while I’m looking for the way out.”

“Johnny.” Price had said to so seriously. “Ghost has a lot of stuff in his past. You’ll see something you don’t want to. Let him show you around, understood?”

Soap frowned, sobering a bit. “Okay. I won’t. What his way out?”

“Simon is one of the easy ones. Its just a door. Red with a black handle. It’ll be hidden, you’ll have to go through some of the rooms, but like i said, let Ghost lead.”

“How dangerous is it? I know some people have things up there.”

“Not dangerous at all.” Price shook his head. “Nothing there but a few ghosts.”

The process was shockingly simple. Soap closed his eyes in a hospital room and opened them somewhere else.

An unfamiliar home. It was… old. Slightly run down but the living room, he was in seemed cozy. Full of dark blue and green with blankets scattered on most of the furniture. A smell circled the home. After a moment, he identified it as the scent of something like copper and cookies. Odd blend.

The cold hit him suddenly, the freezing chill of Manchester. He threw one of the blankets around him and went looking around for…

Simon stood in the kitchen, well he was perched on the counter, eating a thinly iced cookie. Supplies were scattered around, bowls of dough and icing. He looked up at Johnny and smiled, stepping down.

He was… wrong. For one, there was no mask, but two, he was clearly young. Barely 18 it seemed. He was tall still, but lanky, like he didn’t quite eat enough or maybe just hadn’t finished filling out.

“Johnny.” Simon smiled at him and Soap’s breath caught. He looked adorable.

“Hey, Ghost. Where… is this?” Soap tried to remember what Price and the doctors had told him. The person was different In their mind.

“Where i grew up!” Simon bounced on his toes. “I can show you some of the places? You want to know more about me, right?” He batted his eyelashes, looking….

Fuck was he shy right now? He looked like a teenager around his crush.

“Okay. And after that, we can leave right?”

“No.” Simon handed him a cookie and started walking away, humming softly. It didn’t leave much room to argue, but Soap decided it could wait a minute. Time here was a lot faster, a couple hours here were barely minutes out there, so he had all the time in the world.

The cookie tasted amazing. “Did you make this?”

“Yes. I’ve been trying to get Ghost to let me do it but he wouldn’t let me.”

“Oh. Are Ghost and you… separate?”

“No. Ghost is… a set of rules. A blanket i put on so pain doesn’t hit as hard.” Simon explained. “Personifying it makes it easier, but Ghost isn’t a person, I am.”

Soap wasn’t sure he understood but he nodded regardless. “Do you like baking?”

“I love it! My mom taught me.” He smiled again. “I used to hide in the kitchen with her when my dad got drunk.”

Oh. Oh that was…

Soap stared at him quietly but Simon didn’t seem to be bothered. “I wish i could do it more. Sometimes, on leave, I make some. I shouldn’t, I don’t eat most of it, but a couple of my neighbors are stoners so I just give it to them.”

Simon tidied as he talked, fixing things so they were military straight. “Be careful what rooms you go in, yeah?”

“You’re interesting.”

“Less of a filter here. That’s what Price says. I like Price. He acts a bit too much like a dad to me, but I let it slide because he’s nice.”

Soap smiled. He shouldn’t but… “What do you think of Gaz?”

“I like him. A bit wet behind the ears, clumsy, but he’s a great soldier.”

“And me?” Soap Maybe posed a little seductively.

Simon looked at him briefly and blushed before looking at what he was tidying. “You’re fine, I guess.” Something flashed over his head, just a little too fast for Soap to read it.

“Ouch.” Soap laughed. “You really don’t care about me huh?”

“That’s not very fair of you, ya know. Prying into me. Didn’t they tell you it’s impolite.” Simon… pouted. Honest to god pouted. His face was softer, not scarred yet besides an odd mark around his lips, like a burn. It was odd. It felt like his face was distorted, but maybe that’s just because Soap hadn’t seen it for so long.

“Hmm. I’ll let you pick my brain next time.”

“I wouldn’t let you get hurt enough to need this.” Simon said solemnly, catching his gaze. “Never.”

Johnny blinked. “Come on, Simon. Let’s get out of here, yeah? We can get some bourbon. I’ll even drink it with you.” He suddenly very much wanted to not be there. To be in the real world where Simon was older and didn’t just say things like that.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Don’t want to leave yet.” Simon stretched, shoulders rolling.

“Do you know where the door is?”

“No. You can look in the rooms with yellow doors if you want to start searching. I need to clean first.”

Soap had half a mind to argue that he had been told explicitly not to do that, but then decided it would be fine.

Johnny noticed the room was rather dusty, but he brushed it off. He walked away from, looking down the hallway. No red doors, but that was usual. It would be hidden somewhere. Two yellow doors, two red, four blue and…

A creepy metal door at the end. How lovely. He’d come back to that.

He went into one of the blue ones, surprised to find party music. Ghost went to high school parties? That was an odd idea to think about.

He was so tiny. Soap had never considered Ghost as being short. I mean technically he wasn’t, he was still 5′8, but he looked so tiny. His hair was dark instead of the bleached look he was accustomed to. It fell in his eyes and...

He had pierced ears. Simon was just wearing some simple studs, but his ears were pierced.

“I’m going to bully you for that one LT. Just you wait.” He followed him, watching him drink a can of beer, the shitty kind that you only drink because you’re at a party.

One person was so much clearer than everyone else, most of Ghost’s attention on them. They were about Soap’s height, shaggy brown hair and a permanent smirk on his face. Soap watched them make eye contact and Ghost quickly looked away, blushing.

Oh.

Soap already had a feeling about Ghost’s sexuality. The man didn’t talk about it much, but he showed zero interest in women. He was always the first to start beating a man for trying to spike a drink or take an obviously too drunk girl home, but when flirted with, he’d just turn them down. It was an open secret that Ghost was not straight.

Still nice to have confirmation. He glanced around, not seeing the red door or the door to go back to the hallway, so he decided to just keep following him. Eventually the memory would end.

The two boys ended up just a little too close on a balcony.

The other guy hummed. “Cold?”

Simon nodded mutely, blushing hard. Instead of offering his jacket, the guy moved closer.

The kiss was clumsy. Their teeth clacked but eventually, the guy’s arms ended up around Simon’s waist and they slowed down a bit.

Someone made a noise and they sprang apart. Both blushing hard.

“Don’t tell anyone about this, yeah Riley?”

Simon nodded immediately. “Yeah, of course. Wouldn’t want to ruin your reputation.” It was said with a grin, but Johnny couldn’t help how much that hurt to hear.

Poor kid.

The guy nodded and awkwardly punched his shoulder before leaving him there. Simon finished the can and smiled to himself, that soft blush still across his face.

“It was my first. Had a lot of better ones since then.” Slightly older Simon appeared again.

“Ever tell your family?”

“My brother found out by looking through my room. Found some... magazines I had.” Simon turned bright red. “Luckily he never told our parents. Dad would’ve killed me.”

“Oh. Forgot you’re quite a bit older than me. Still looking at magazines.” Soap teased, trying to lighten the mood.

“I’m only 29, you know that right?” Simon smiled at him.

“What?” Soap turned to him. “The fuck do you mean??”

“Yeah, just 29.”

“I’m 24. I didn’t realize we were that close.”

“How old did you think I was??”

“Like Price’s age.”

“You know Price is 37 right?”

Soap rubbed his temple. “This is too much information for me.”

Simon laughed and something flashed above his head. Like a cartoon with flashing light and an arrow.

“Murderer.”

Soap flinched but Simon didn’t notice. “Let get out of here. The door isn’t here.” He grabbed Soap’s hand, his skin warm against his own. Soap followed him, getting pulled into a new yellow door.

It was a butcher shop.

Simon hummed. “Nothing interesting happens here. Just hurry up and look around.”

“Why were you in a butcher shop?”

“It was my first job!” Simon said excitedly. “This is how I learned most of my knife skills. The butcher taught me a couple of knife tricks too.”

“Cool.” Soap nodded. Made a lot of sense actually.

Simon showed him around the small building, including the freezer. There wasn’t another version of him like in the previous place. Now that he was really looking, there was no one.

No red door. They stepped back into the hallway.

Simon sighed. “I don’t want you to look through the other rooms. I can’t convince you to just stay in my head forever, can I?”

“Nope!” Soap picked a blue door at random and went straight in.

It was of him. More specifically, him training with the rest of the 141 for their yearly assessments. He hated those.

After a moment, he picked up on it. Everyone else was in color, but slightly fuzzy like Ghost hadn’t been focusing on them. But just like the guy from the party, Johnny was in sparkling 4K resolution.

“you pay a lot of attention to me, don’t ya, LT?” Johnny smiled and looked above Simon’s head just in time to see it.

“Faggot.” This time with several arrows pointed to him.

“You’re loud. Draws my attention.” He was clearly lying, avoiding eye contact with him.

“Why is this door blue?”

“Everything after the accident is blue.”

“What was the accident?”

“When my entire family was murdered. Obviously.” Simon looked at him. “I know you read my file, Johnny.”

“Didn’t include anything about that.” Soap mumbled.

“Ah. Oh well. You would’ve found the memory eventually anyway.” Simon leaned into him suddenly, his head falling on his shoulder. “The red door is there sometimes. I get lucky occasionally and its behind one of these.”

“This happen often?” Johnny tried to pretend the amount of contact wasn’t making him flustered. He was pretty. He’d choose his Simon over this past one, but he wouldn’t deny they were both gorgeous.

“Yeah. I tend to be rather reckless. Price thinks I’m suicidal.”

“Are you?”

“Definitely. I try not to make him worry though.” Simon saw the face Johnny made and backtracked slightly. “You don’t have to worry either. My therapist knows. I’m not actively. Just don’t try to keep myself alive as much as the average person does.”

“Oh.” Soap stared at him and he could see him getting uncomfortable.

Simon went to pull away and Johnny turned, pulling him back so they were hugging now. He melted in Soap’s hands and wrapped his arms around him tight.

They pulled back in tandem and avoided each other’s eyes before fumbling to a new door.

Johnny went to the red door directly across the hall. Simon grabbed his arm tight but didn’t stop him. He buried his face in his back as they went in.

A man who looked a lot like Simon was sitting in the living room of the same house Soap had first appeared in. Simon and a small, darker haired child sat at the table with him.

“Frank.” Ghost mumbled to him. “The man’s name.”

Frank had a snake, an extremely large one at that, wrapped around his shoulders. It moved slowly as it trailed along his arm.

“C’mon Simon.” His voice slurred and Soap could see his pupils were far too big.

“What’s he high on?”

“Heroin probably.” Ghost hid his face in Soap’s hair, pulling him against his chest.

Frank hummed. “Not scared are you?”

This Simon looked even younger than the other. Probably only 8 if Soap had to guess. He shook his head but Soap could see his hands shaking where they were pressed to his thighs.

Frank moved the snake closer, its head coming so close to the child in that seat. Soap didn’t know what was going to happen, but he knew it was going to be bad. Ghost trembled against him, the strongest person he knew, trembling at the sight of this fucking asshole.

“Dad.” Simon said softly, unable to keep the tremble out of his face. Frank moved closer and before Soap even realized what he was doing, he backhanded Simon out of the chair and to the floor. That tiny fucking kid.

“You’re so fucking annoying. It’s a snake. It’s nothing to be scared of. It’s just a goddamn animal.” He grabbed Simon by his shirt collar, yanking him up he was dangling half on the ground, unable to get his feet under him. “Your bitch of a mother ruined you. Made you such a fucking pussy.” He shook him while he talked.

Simon didn’t flinch. Just stared up completely blank besides the tiniest wobble of his bottom lip.

“He’s a fucking child.” Soap snapped, but nothing happened.

Frank grabbed the snake, suddenly pushing it closer and closer to Simon’s face. It’s mouth opened, venom clearly dripping.

The burns around his mouth. Venom would leave those burns.

“You’re such a useless kid, you know that?” It was stupid of Soap, but he couldn’t just watch that. He shoved him, surprised to find Frank was solid. The man looked at him, dropping the kid.

“What are you doing?”

“You’re a shit dad.” Soap stared at him. Ghost might find him scary, but he had been a kid. Soap could see him for what he was. “You’re a fucking junkie and that’s it.”

Frank stared at him. “Who the fuck are you?”

“His...” Soap didn’t have a word. “I’m his. That’s all that matters. And you’re not going to fucking touch him.”

Frank blinked before just disappearing. They were thrown back into the hallway this time.

Simon leaned into him, his chest to Soap’s back to hide his face. He shook hard.

“You’re okay, Ghost. I promise.”

“I want to go home now, Johnny. Want that drink.”

“I’ll get you out of here buddy. Promise.”

#Johnny Soap Mactavish #Simon Ghost Riley #Soap Cod #Ghost COD #Soapghost #Ghostsoap #Soap x Ghost #Ghost x Soap #Macriley #Call of Duty #Call Of Duty Modern Warfare 2

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yeehawbvby · 2 years

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Let’s Play a Game (Sebastian x GN!Reader)

Rating: Teen+

Summary: Sebastian has a strange proposition for you.

Author’s Note: Inspired by this comic! This is my first fic to be released publicly and I speedran it at like 5am when inspiration struck. It’s super corny, but I hope y’all like it anyway!

Edit: Found the comic’s source, finally! Martin Rosner, or @/HotPaperComics on Twitter :)

Check it out on ao3!

“Let’s play a game.”

You cock a brow, choking back a strong sip of your drink, fresh off the bar counter. Jeez, that blue-haired chick spiked the crap out of this thing.

“What kind of game?”

Your acquaintance, Sebastian, is sporting the most dastardly possible grin.

He’s the son of your neighborhood carpenter, and just about the only human you’ve had contact with under the age of 40 since moving away from the city. A charming fella, if you find edgy, nerdy stoners to be charming… Unfortunately, you do.

And after you somehow got lucky enough for him to invite you out, and couldn’t resist saying “yes” to his obnoxiously pretty face. You hadn’t checked your luck today, but you can only assume that the spirits have been doing Yoba’s work.

Narrowing his eyes, he answers your question. “Chicken.”

Chicken? Memories of your childhood friends flood your mind. Stacking atop each other’s shoulders on a hot summer’s day, pool noodles in hand. Sunscreen and sweat and heavily chlorinated water making your grips slippery. Not a worry in the world, other than whether or not you would be the first to fall into the water below you…

“Like, the pool game?”

He laughs, “Not quite.” He sips his own beverage — the same thing as yours — unfazed by its strength. Show-off. “Let’s spend some quality time together.” Oh? “We’ll help each other with errands, do some cooking together, go on some adventures in the mines or whatever…”

“So,” the gears turn in your brain as you cut him off, “you just want to… hang out? How is that—”

He silences you with a raised finger, cutting you back off with his words. “First one to fall in love loses.”

“…What? ”

“You’re new, so you’re basically friendless, yeah?”

“Ouch,” you wince, although you can’t help the light laugher that escapes you. He isn’t wrong. You just got here, what, a week ago? “Yeah, I guess.”

“Are you single?” He endearingly wiggles his eyebrows, to which you roll your eyes.

“Yeah…” you grumble into your drink before bravely downing half the glass.

“Then it’s settled.”

“But still, how is this a game?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

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You knew you were at a disadvantage when starting this stupid little “game” with Sebastian, but you had no idea how hard it would be. Of course he’s cute, so there’s no avoiding a crush on the guy. You knew that. But after spending so much time with him over just a few days, you’re hopelessly into him.

But you’ll be damned if you tell him that.

Sure, it’s probably cheating, but you have too much pride to just openly admit defeat so easily. And besides, who’s to say it’s love yet? Not you, you sly bastard.

One night at the beach, watching the stars and waves together, you ask for clarification. “What is love?”

He avoids the question, only singing the lyrics “Baby don’t hurt me, no more," in response.

Another day, while he’s helping you forage in Cindersnap, he cheekily asks, “Have you ever wanted to kiss me?“

Of course you have. But instead of answering, you sing, “K-k-kiss me, infect me with your love and…” etcetera.

It’s become a trend. Part of the game, if you will. Whenever either of you openly questions the other’s feelings, the rules of the game, whatever, the other person pulls a song outta their ass, turning the situation into an impromptu karaoke. It’s fun, but it’s only making things harder in the end.

The charade goes on for weeks. Neither of you have had the balls to call it quits, and you’re both feeling the consequences of this long-fought battle.

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“C’mere,” Sebastian mumbles from the other side of your couch.

You scoot over just a little, not daring to cuddle up. The two of you have only made light contact thus far, and you know you’ll probably come out as a big dirty cheater who lost the game forever ago, if you were to do so much as hold hands with the guy.

He whines, “More.” He reaches his arm out, signaling you to tuck yourself into his side. “I don’t bite hard, I promise.”

You glare at him. “I’m good.”

“You’re shivering, actually.” Ugh. He’s right. The central heating in your cabin hasn’t been installed yet, leaving the fireplace in the kitchen as your only source of warmth.

“Fine, whatever.” you snuggle into his arms, balling up your blanket over your cheeks to hide the fierce blush coating them.

As Sebastian searches through your movie options on Netflix, you’re able to slowly settle into his touch… although, the more you cozy up to him, the faster you can hear his nearby heart racing.

Maybe you fell for him first, but this is definitely the heart rate of someone who’s just as into you as you’re into them. Holy shit.

You giggle.

“Hmm?” he hums questioningly.

“Is your resting heart rate always this fast?”

No answer.

Your eyes widen at his silence. You peer up to see his own eyes wide as well.

“Oh my god,” you lean up, leveling with him.

He closes his eyes, “God damnit.”

“Oh my GOD.” Beaming, you cup his cheeks in your hands. His eyes are still shut but his face is getting warm. “I won.”

No answer.

“I fucking won!”

Still no answer. His eyes slowly open, staring back at yours. As soon as he sees your goofy smile, he mirrors it.

Not knowing what else there is to do at a time like this, you kiss him. He kisses back, and it’s as magical as you’d imagined it to be. His lips are soft, his kissing style as rough around the edges as he is. It doesn’t take long for tongues to get involved.

But it also doesn’t take long for him to crack the code:

With a light grunt and his eyebrows furrowed, he pulls away. “Wait, but if you’re this eager to…” he thinks aloud. You can almost see the lightbulb go on. Oops. “You didn’t win, did you?”

#any gender #any gender reader #gender neutral reader #sebastian x reader #sebastian x farmer #sebastian sdv #sdv sebastian #sebastian stardew #sebastian stardew valley #stardew valley #stardew sebastian #stardew valley fanfic #one shot #oneshot #fluff #comfort #flirting

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etherealperrie · 2 years

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Stuck With You {pt. II}

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader: In which Class President!Reader is paired with Stoner!Eddie Munson for a class project. Despite their general hatred for one another, Reader and Eddie find out there might be more to one another than they first thought. And…Hey, wait, you’re actually kind of sweet and misunderstood?

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: Story takes place pre-season 4, so no spoilers for the newest season (aside from Eddie being a character and existing in the ST universe). This is part 2 of the "Stuck With You" series, if you'd like to read part 1, you can do that here. Hope you enjoy <3

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Hellfire Club. A week ago you would have laughed in the face of anyone who told you that you’d somehow wind up in room 321-B after school to see Eddie Munson play Dungeons and Dragons. And yet, here you are.

“Halt!” Dustin Henderson jumps out in front of the doorway, stopping you in your path. You step back, hands raised in innocence.

“What business do you have here?” he asks, crossing his arms. Glancing over his head you spy Eddie surrounded by a group of other kids all sitting around a large table covered with a black velvet tablecloth and an elaborate looking game board, complete with those little figurines you spotted in his room a few days ago.

“I – uh,” you stammer.

“Hey! Henderson, cool it, she’s with me.” Eddie’s gaze connects with yours from across the room, an excited, puppy-like grin spreading across his face. He rises from his seat – throne, rather – at the head of the table and crosses the room to greet you.

He couldn’t be that happy to see you, no, you’d been nagging at him all week about how you needed to practice for the presentation you’d soon be giving in class. That was during the time your spent together in class, which mostly consisted of you begging Eddie to focus, a request he only obliged to after copious amounts of flattery or the promise of your chocolate chip cookie during lunch. Outside of that, your schedules almost never aligned, which was how you ended up agreeing to meet with him after Hellfire Club. But, when your Student Council meeting got canceled on account of the principal catching a cold, you decided to drop by early. You had other things to do, sure, but you oddly wanted to see him. Well, not him, definitely not…Admittedly, you'd always been curious about what went on here. You were calling it research – after all, it is important for the Class President to know about all campus-affiliated clubs.

“Hi, sorry I’m early, is this okay?” You look back down at Dustin who still stands between you, looking between the two of you, clearly confused. Eddie must not get a ton of visitors, maybe none at all.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it. We’re just about to get started.” He gestures vaguely to the scene behind him before tucking his hands into the back pockets of his jeans.

“No, wait,” Dustin interrupts, turning to glare at Eddie. “Is she playing? What happened to the ‘no watchers’ rule? This is a sacred campaign!”

You raise an eyebrow at the kid, shocked at his tone. Bold for a freshman.

Eddie bends down just slightly to make direct eye contact with Dustin, his smile slowly fading.

“Henderson, remind me who brought you into the Cult of Vecna?”

There’s a beat of silence. Dustin opens his mouth to respond, but thinks better of it.

“Oh, right, I did. We showed you that high school didn’t have to suck and while you are the future of Hellfire, as long as I am here, crawling my way towards that D in Ms. O’Donnell’s class, this club is still mine. My club, my rules. She stays.”

This was more so what you expected of Eddie, more like what you witnessed when he made faces at the basketball team and flipped off teachers in the hallways. Vaguely threatening and rather harsh. Still, it surprised you after seeing him so soft and kind that night in his trailer. It was even more shocking he was acting this way on your behalf. To save you from the criticism of a fifteen year old.

Eddie stands back up and Dustin groans, dragging his feet back over to the table.

“I didn’t know I was entering a sacred space,” you joke, leaning your head against the doorframe. Each of the kids in the room stares at you and Eddie and you’re not sure if it’s in awe or disbelief. Hell, you can’t even be sure if they’re looking at you, him, or the two of you together, smiling.

Eddie shakes his head. “Sorry about him, you can come in, but I’ll warn you, it’s gonna get pretty fucking intense…I’m about to rock their worlds.”

Laughing, you follow him into the room (much to the chagrin of his friends) and perch yourself on the edge of the windowsill on the far end of the room. You dig around in your backpack for your book and open it to where you left off, letting the noise of the room fade into the background as Eddie and his friends begin their game.

Well, at least, you tried to let the noise fade and keep focused on your book.

Speaking candidly, you weren’t familiar with Dungeons and Dragons. You’d only heard your parents talk about it in passing after watching the news one night. Of course, you’d heard the rumors around town of the game being an elaborate ruse for devil worship, but what you were witnessing was nothing of the sort.

You didn’t fully understand what was going on, what with all of the character names and fantasy scenarios, but you didn’t care. The book could wait. You wouldn’t have been able to stay focused anyway, not with the scene before you.

Eddie was right, this game was pretty fucking intense.

The only thing you could comprehend was the way Eddie was practically glowing. His voice rose and fell with emphasis as he weaved a complex story of combat, challenging characters to battles, each of his friends hanging on his every word. With each new scene, Eddie changed character, pushing himself up from his seat to circle the table and create fantastical displays, his words charged with electricity that seemed to transfer from him and flow into the room full of anticipation and unfettered energy. He looked almost regal as he commanded the room, everyone – including yourself – mesmerized by his recital.

In fact, you’d almost forgotten about the book in your hands until it hit the floor, loudly echoing through the room during a rare lull as the players thought through their next move. You mouth a quiet “sorry”, at which Eddie chuckles and Dustin glares.

An hour and a half later, you hadn’t even turned a page of your book nor thought about the impending project, too caught up in Eddie, his story, and its conclusion.

“You weren’t lying Munson, that was intense!” You rise from your place in the corner of the room, watching as he marks the page in his game book before carefully shutting it. He looks up at you, his dark brown eyes glinting playfully under the classroom lights. The sun had almost set by now and the majority of the club members scurried home, leaving you and Eddie to clean up.

“I thought you were studying,” he says, eyeing the book in your hand.

You shake your head, crossing the room and leaving the book behind to stand at the opposite end of the table from him. He starts collecting the little figurines and you reach forward to help, grabbing a set of dice.

“I couldn’t focus with all the shouting.”

“I warned you, shit gets intense during Hellfire.”

He holds his hand out for the dice and you relinquish them, your fingertips brushing his palm. A breath catches in your throat and he pulls his hand away quickly, his eyes low. In the brief second your fingers grazed his palm, you noted his soft skin. Glancing at his hands, now sliding the dice into a red velvet bag, you wonder if his skin is soft elsewhere; you imagined his fingertips would be rough, what with his guitar playing. You consider the juxtaposition of his smooth skin and dark tattoos littering his forearms, the stubble on his cheeks and the silken look of his pink lips. Much like his hard exterior and seemingly gentle interior. Eddie Munson truly was a walking contradiction.

“It actually looked kind of fun,” you muse.

He raises an eyebrow. “Madame President, am I luring you to the dark side?” He places both hands on either side of his head, poking two fingers up to mock devil horns.

“I’ll admit, I totally forgot about all the work we still have to do.”

“Oh shit, you’re definitely in trouble.” He runs around the table to where you stand and takes the makeshift devils horns from their spot on either side of his head and moves them to you, his hands brushing your temples, fingers tangled in your hair. “Mhmm, just as I thought. Our president’s been fully corrupted.”

“I said the game looked fun, not that I was going to run off and join your cult of nerds.” You smack his hands away and the room fades into silence, a stupid smug grin on his face.

“That’s a shame, having a president who plays D&D would be hot.”

“Sorry to disappoint you, Munson.”

He looks down at you through long lashes, his eyes moving down you like they did that night at his trailer, but this time they’re less filled with concern for your health, seemingly darker as they track down your face, stopping briefly to linger on your lips, only to continue down your neck only to stop once again at your chest.

“You’ve done everything but disappoint me, Madame President,” he whispers, swiping his tongue across his lips.

You snap your head back up to look at him, that all too familiar heat spreading across your chest, licking up your neck and at your cheeks. His eyes don’t move from you. His body is still dangerously close to yours – he hadn’t moved back when you shooed his hands away. Your body senses him and beckons you to move closer, just an inch, god, he was magnetic. It’d been a mere week and three days since that night in his trailer and he’d been on your mind every one of them. You’d never thought of Eddie Munson this way before, but something about him here, so in his element, draws you to him.

Your brain gets the better of you though, forcing you to step back and get a little bit of space from him, no matter how much you wanted to step closer and place a hand to his cheek, perhaps feel the velvet of his lips against yours.

“No,” you whisper, more to yourself than anyone else. You couldn’t get involved with someone like Eddie Munson, you couldn’t derail the next month before graduation, people like you and Eddie were walking different paths, going different places.

Eddie exhales a breath, one you didn’t realize he was holding in, and shakes his head.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles. “Shit, I didn’t mean to…”

“No, I didn’t mean to, I was just, uh…” you mutter, trying to form some coherent string of words. You glance back at your book still sitting on the windowsill. “I mean, we should probably focus on the, uhm, the project.”

“Sure, yeah, whatever you think.” His voice wavers as he finally steps back, walking around to sit down across from you at the table. He watches you as you grab the book and a notebook and sit down, opening both of them and sliding the notebook across the table to him. He stops the little spiral notebook in its path.

“That was a bad idea, wasn’t it?” he asks, rubbing his thumb against one of his silver rings. “Trying to kiss you?” He looks up from the paper and you feel your heart drop into the pit of your stomach when his eyes connect with yours.

You swallow hard, nodding. “I think so, yeah.”

“Then why do I still want to do it?”

“Fuck, Eddie,” you breathe, “we shouldn’t.”

He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly, leaning forward in his chair. You find yourself leaning forward, too, inching your way closer to his lips. The small space between you shrinks, the scent of his cologne once again flooding your senses.

“Eddie!” someone shouts.

You scramble to your feet and Eddie does the same, both of you deploying a safe distance. You rush to grab the closest pencil and start scribbling down some nonsense onto the open page of the notebook, desperate to look preoccupied with something other than Eddie.

Dustin, this time accompanied by Mike Wheeler, bursts through the classroom door. “Dude! You let me forget my game binder!” he yells, running forward to grab the navy blue binder from the table. Mike stops under the doorway, his eyes darting between you and Eddie.

Your act must not have been believable, the tension palpable to even a fifteen year old boy.

“Holy shit, did we interrupt something?” The kid laughs and Dustin’s eyes grow wide, his mouth dropping open, clutching his binder close to his chest as he backs toward the door. Mike punches his arm, both of them bursting into laughter.

“Eddie you’re a fucking legend!” Dustin shouts as Mike pulls him out of the room.

Eddie curses under his breath. “Fucking hell, Henderson, you have the worst timing.”

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andromedaexile · 10 months

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Are They a Stoner? DS9 Edition:

Captain Sisko: Being raised in the south means he has most definitely lit up, and I refuse to believe otherwise. However, after his father caught him smoking and he got stuck on clam duty for a month, he learned his lesson.

Jadzia Dax: Let’s be so real, if she played Tongo with a bunch of Ferengi why would she not own a Betazed bong??? She definitely begged Worf to try it but after his experience with Deanna he only fucks with Blood Wine.

Kira Nerys: OH 100% she was a stoner during the occupation. How would you even attempt to relax in that situation WITHOUT weed? Once the occupation ended Kira stopped messing with weed, but Kira would often hangout with Jadzia, who no doubt brought something to share with Nerys on multiple occasions.

Worf: Blood wine and prune juice.

Dr. Bashir: Before knowledge of him being an augment was made public he never touched anything that could potentially make him not in full control of himself (he did drink a little though). After the knowledge was made public Dr. Bashir and O’Brien definitely were lighting up in the holosuites. That’s why they don’t remember the Alamo.

Erzi Dax: She was straight edge through and through before she was joined with Dax. However afterward…Let’s just say Dax would never turn down an edible.

Odo:

Elim Garak: After the wire was removed Garak decided to stay relatively sober. However, for harm reduction reasons, and to help him cope with his headaches Dr. Bashir prescribed him some medical gummies. He eventually waned off of them completely once Erzi started helping him (he still some times smokes and sews which is why sometimes your trousers don’t always fit right).

Miles O’ Brien: He swore off the “devils lettuce” when he first came aboard the Enterprise. But once stationed at DS9 he quickly realized he would need some of Keiko’s supply of Cannabis-infused tea to remain sane.

Quark: Being a bar owner (best bar on the promenade btw) he is not a big supporter of weed because his main source of profit is alcohol. However, Nog explained to him what a cart is and how you can make a profit from selling them to hoo-mans so he is looking into that as a possible new business opportunity.

Rom: You can’t be a leftist and not have at least tried weed. Also an engineer, so yeah.

Leeta: Oh 10000%. In fact, she’s the plug for the other dabo girls. She even bags her “merchandise” in handmade baggies she makes from recycled textile/fabrics from Garak’s (he owes her because she gave him boy advice).

Nog: No. He follows the rules of StarFleet academy to a T.

Jake Sisko: Hes going to school for writing so yeah. Definitely an edibles kinda guy. His dad has yet to find out despite how many times Jake has come home and slammed an entire pot of jambalaya in 10 minutes.

Keiko O’Brien: Who do you think on DS9 is growing it in the first place?

Gul Dukat: No, he is a snitch who hates fun.

Weyoun: Yes, he is a snitch who loves fun.

Kai Winn: She gives me cop vibes more than Odo does so I’m saying she is a snitch who also hates fun. She also unironically calls weed the Pah-Wraiths Herb or something like that.

Kasidy Yates: Yes, but stopped after jail.

Ziyal: Art school attendee/ art school drop-out. You tell me.

Damar: He’s only a fiend for Kanar (someone help that dude).

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teddyeyeseddie · 9 months

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Never Let It Drop

★ Eddie x Reader

★ CW: Drug Use, Marijuana, the death of a cart, a funeral

★ A/N: I wrote this for my beloved @lofaewrites when she mentioned she needed a funeral for her cart preached by Eddie Munson. Thus ensued. I really hope you enjoy it my lovely darling lo, I love you to the moon and back <3)

Eddie went through all the rules when he bought you your first pen, something he had gifted you when you complained of aches and pains that seemed to plague you on the daily.

There weren’t many, just the basic “be careful” and “call me if you need me” sort of direction. But the one, golden rule Eddie really hammered home- never let it drop.

“Yeah- Never let it drop- Carts are glass, it would be a real shame to drop one and send 40 dollars down the drain,” he mumbles as he screws the cart into your new device.

He takes a few puffs from it, testing it out before offering it to you. You inevitably cough, Eddie coaching you on how to hit it, finally giving up and hitting the pen himself.

He leans over, lips ghosting yours as he exhales the smoke into your mouth. It’s easier to tolerate this way, the smoke not as hard on your throat and lungs.

You eventually get the hang of it, confidently taking puffs on your own.

You felt a little like a baby stoner, watching Eddie power through a blunt and seem unfazed had your mind thoroughly fucked, the man was like a freight train.

A few hits off the pen? You were good for a good while. Eddie loved it though, loved how you giggled more and rambled about things important to you- and he loved how cheap it was to smoke you out.

You’re in Eddie’s trailer one evening, waiting for him to get home from work, Wayne long gone as he went on a date Eddie had set him up on.

You’re relaxed on his bed, notebook in hand as you finish up your English 2040 homework.. You’d had classes all morning so you hadn’t seen Eddie all day, so to say you were excited when you heard the front door open was an understatement. You hop up from your place on the bed, pencil and papers flying as you practically run to the front door.

You round the corner, peeking out the hallway and standing in the kitchen.

“Hi peaches,” he muses, smiling widely when he sees you.

“Kiss me like you miss me?” you mumble sweetly, shifting from foot to foot.

“Well c’mere,” he holds his arms out, you launching yourself into them, allowing yourself to be held by the man as he leans down to catch your lips in a sweet kiss.

“You able to hold down the fort without me?” he questions as he makes his way past you and towards the kitchen- not before he places another soft kiss to your forehead.

You nod sweetly, mouth turning upwards into a soft smile while you watch Eddie pull his tin lunch box in front of him. He looks over at you, playfully rolling his eyes when he realizes you’re stoned.

“Been hittin’ the pen?” he questions as he transfers some bud into his grinder, looking back up at you with a cheeky smile on his face.

“Don’t make fun of me Eds, know how easy it is to get me high,” he gets up from his place at the kitchen table, pulling you into him and looking down at you.

“Baby- Peaches, I’d never,” he feigns the heartbreak, his hand on his chest as if you had actually wounded him.

“Go get out of your stinky clothes, I’ll start dinner,” you playfully smack his chest, he ignores it and leans down and kisses you anyways.

He retreats to the bedroom, coveralls slung low on his hips as he makes his way into your shared bedroom.

You hear Eddie suck in a breath through his teeth, a dramatic little thing he does when something not that serious happens. You roll your eyes as you turn to the cupboards to find something to cook Eddie.

“Peaches- what did I tell you was the first rule of having a pen? I found this on the floor” he states, hands on his hip as he holds the now shattered cart and luckily okay pen in his hand.

“Fuuuuuck- Eddie I am so sorry- I-I’ll buy us a new cart, I just got paid. I know you like to use it when we are out and you can't smoke real bud-” he cuts you off.

“Babe- Baby it’s okay,” he rushes out, digging in his lunchbox and pulling out a fresh new cart.

“Knew this was gonna happen- kept a spare for when it broke or ran out,” you smile up at him, a wave of relief washing over you when you realize he wasn’t mad at you for breaking something so expensive.

“But first-” he fake sniffles, retreating to his bedroom and returning with a small matchbox, placing the cart inside and offering a salute as he places it on the table.

“We must lay him to rest-” Eddie states matter of factly, “We had a good man die, we can’t just let him go to the trash,”

You giggle, the weed coursing through your body making the whole thing that much funnier.

He marches to the front door, handing you one of his jackets as he heads outside with a spoon, a spoon.

He digs in the dirt by the front door, luckily unthawed from the cold winter you had just had. He forms a perfect little hole to place the matchbox inside, setting it inside and wiping a fake tear from his eye before covering the box with the dirt he had just dug up.

“Any words?” he questions as he gets up from his place on the ground, dirt covering his knees and palms of his hands.

“You-You were good to me. Always got me high and gave me some of the most mind blowing sex-”

“Heyyyyy-“ Eddie pouts, “I’m the one giving you mind blowing sex,”

You roll your eyes, grabbing his hand in the process and tugging him back into the warm trailer.

“Come on, dinner isn’t gonna cook itself,”

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hyperfixated-on-cod · 7 months

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✨Smoking with 141, König, Los Vaqueros✨ (CW: cannabis use, 18+)

(This was supposed to be posted like 3 days ago lol but either way…) (the 18+ warning is for a very brief reason but it’s still there)

I got absolutely fucking ASTRONOMICALLY high last night sooo here’s some headcanons😍

John Price

Smoked a little bit here and there when he first enlisted, but eventually quit when he realized he was serious about his career in the military. (I personally don’t think he planned from the start to climb the ranks like he did)

It will take a LOTTT of convincing to get him to smoke with you, and if he agrees, it’s reasonable to assume you’re very special to him.

Goes into it acting like a career stoner… but in reality he hasn’t touched the stuff in about 15 years🙃

If you can’t get him to partake, he absolutely will hang with you while you’re high. All you gotta do is ask.

Prefers edibles simply because “I like having lungs.” Even though the man LITERALLY SMOKES CIGARS😭

Ghost

I don’t think he’s a stoner but like… I also think he does have an edible from time to time, for medical reasons (mostly mental health).

Not many people know this about him; Price knows and helps him plan accordingly for drug tests and makes sure that it’s noted in his file that he uses it for medical reasons; Soap found out on accident.

Under no circumstances does he ever let anybody see him high, so good luck getting him to smoke with you lol

Only gets high when he knows he’s in the clear with work and will be for awhile (so, when he’s on leave). If he feels like he needs to get high (like if he’s just coming back from a particularly hard mission), he goes to Price and asks if it’s okay.

Prefers edibles because he finds it more relaxing and it’s easier for him to take one, and then he gets an hour or so to do other stuff before it hits.

Soap

This man is a stoner. Period point blank.

If he isn’t the first of these men you ask to smoke with you, and he finds out about it, he will be SO offended.

Gets high just to get high. Everything else is a bonus.

Started when he was young, like 16. Quit for awhile as his career was getting more serious, and then he started again.

The whole team knows but nobody really cares because he’s super responsible about it like Ghost is. He plans far ahead of time, doesn’t do it unless he’s off base, etc.

This man is such a giggly bitch and his laugh is so infectious; he’s the first to start laughing and everybody else follows.

Very flirty when he’s high and texts Ghost messages that are just like “🩷🩷💕💕💘💘”

He is so ridiculously horny when he’s high. Been tryna convince Ghost for agessss to get high with him so they can 👉🏽👌🏽

Gaz

Honestly? I don’t think he’s into weed all that much.. or really any substance. He drinks here and there and is never opposed to having a glass of whiskey with Price, but that’s really it.

He has done it tho, and didn’t have a good experience. I feel like he’s a very logical person, so after his first time he probs figured the first time sucked bc it was the first time. So he did it a few more times but nothing changed.

On the off chance he agrees to smoke with you, he wants “adult supervision” (Captain Price lol) just in case he has another bad time.

Makes sure the environment will be 100% controlled. Comfort of his own home, lays out rules and boundaries with you and the Captain (“don’t let me do too much,” “here’s what to do if…”), soft music playing, pillows and blankets everywhere.

König

Again, you’re lucky if you get him to do it with you.

His giggles are somehow worse than Soap’s and significantly more adorable😂

His munchies are SOOO bad. Like, he may plan ahead of time and lay out some snacks to prepare… but he ends up not wanting any of them and stumbles to his kitchen for something else.

He’s a big guy so it takes a bit to get him going, but once he’s there he’s there.

Alejandro

Doesn’t partake. Never has and probably never will. He’s been curious, but just never felt the need to act on that curiosity.

He’s cool about people close to him doing it tho, and will also hang with you while you’re high. Provides some of the BEST snacks.

Rudy

He does do it but he’s… pretentious about it. In a good way.

Oh, you’re bringing him gummies from the dispensary? No. He’s making homemade edibles but not like brownies or cookies; he’s making pasta with infused olive oil or some other type of meal.

He’s super careful about his measurements and makes sure that the product he’s using is as high quality as he can get it.

If you wanna get high with him, go into it on an empty stomach bc he’s gonna make sure y’all eat a damn good meal in the process.

#cod headcanons #john soap mactavish #captain john price #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #konig mw2 #alejandro vargas #rudolfo parra #call of duty modern warfare #modern warfare #cod modern warfare #captain price #ghost cod #smoking #cannabis

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whoahoney · 2 years

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glassy eyes, hazy afternoons

Eddie Munson x anxious!stoner!Reader

Part 2

Summary: reader looks for the best place to purchase some grass in her new town of Hawkins, bringing her to meet the infamous Eddie Munson.

Content Warnings: Fem!Reader, reader has an older brother, use of Y/n, minor descriptions of anxiety & depression, mentions/use of recreational drugs, adult language, adult content (minors DNI!), fluff, mutual pining, and Eddie being the sweet boy he is 😩

Author’s Note: I’ve been DYING to get an Eddie Munson story started and I’m SO glad I got this first part done! There should a couple more parts to follow this, so please let me know if you’d like to be tagged!

It feels a little slow in the beginning because of the set up and whatnot, but I really think it’s worth it! The tension is heavy here, I hope you all enjoy it as much as I do 🤍 this isn’t beta read, so please excuse any errors!!

Friday morning meant two things for Y/n: the end of her first week at a new school and it was time to try to find some pot in the seemingly quiet town.

Y/n sluggishly made her way across the room, boxes scattered about—half the contents of each box spilled out onto the floor around them. She wandered around, gathered her clothes for the day, and tried to plan how she would find the best person to buy from.

She’d never had to score on her own before, which was pretty nerve wracking. When she lived in her previous town, she always had her brother, Sam, to rely on or one of his trusted friends, and if not there, her own friends always knew where to go.

But her brother and his friends weren’t here anymore, and neither were her own.

After she got her clothes on, Y/n pulled open her desk drawer and grabbed the lone pencil case at the very back.

As she peered inside, she concluded that she could roll one last joint to smoke before she has to talk to a scary drug dealer.

She sighed as she plopped down on the desk chair to empty the contents of the bag onto the desktop.

Her mind strayed to her brother, and wondered if he was having as good of a time as he’d hope to have at college.. 100 miles away. He was sure to make friends quickly, he always had. And in a way, he was the only reason she had acquired friends in the first place.

She recalled how he helped her with social skills her sophomore year, and how he invited her nearly everywhere he went with his friends. That lead to her trying pot for the first time:

“Remember to ask questions about whatever they’re talking about, people love talking about themselves.” He’d said in the car on the way to the party.

Y/n nodded, going over the mental list of social rules and conversation taboos. “How do I know when to ask the question?” She scrunched her brow together, eyeing her brother curiously.

He pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes on the road for a moment in thought. “I’d wait til they’re done talking, and ask about the most interesting part of what they said. If they don’t stop talking, just nod every once in a while.” Sam nodded, demonstrating.

“I know how to nod, asshole.” Y/n rolled her eyes, hiding a smile. Sam parked the car and turned off the ignition. “Alright, kid. You ready?” He said with a hopeful smile and raised eyebrows.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

“And the safe word is?” He asked as she opened the door, just barely. “Dude can we call it anything besides a safe word?” She pleaded like an embarrassed child.

“Okay, okay, what’s the ‘code word’?”

“ ‘Dude, wanna Budweiser?’”

“Excellent. You’re gonna knock ‘em dead.” He looked at her eagerly as they walked instep to the crowded and roaring house.

About twenty minutes into the party, Y/n found Sam in a circle near a corner of the smokey room, and walked faster to join him.

Ready to bail, she nudged her brothers elbow as he took a hit of the fresh blunt. “Uh, uh, no way. You’re not bailing right now. You haven’t even tried any party activities! Like this, I bet this will soothe all your little worries.” He held out the weed and the people in the circle eyed her with anticipation.

“Is this her first time?” Someone whispered reverently as if they were in church. Sam nodded for Y/n, their eyes locked in silent conversation.

After a few moments’ pause of her eyes boring into his, Y/n let out “Why the hell not.” and gathered her bearings before the inevitable coughing ensued. “Atta girl!” Sam praised, and the others clapped.

A blush rose to her cheeks as she put the tip to her lips and sucked lightly. “More more more, C’mon Junior, I know you’ve got it in you!” Sam’s friend, Derek, encouraged quietly.

“BUTNOTTOOMUCH!!” Sam chided urgently.

The silence made Y/n uncomfortable, so she closed her eyes and decided the amount she had taken was probably sufficient and quickly passed it to the person next to her like she’d seen many times before.

“Now hold it for a sec!” Sam instructed. Y/n’s eyes filled with shock and her cheeks puffed out.

‘You have to hold this stuff in??’ She’d thought.

“Someone put that Superfly record on! Smoke ‘em if you got ‘em, folks, my sister’s getting stoned for the first time!” Sam declared from the top of the chair he occupied.

The room cheered and raised their cups in their direction, and the skunky aroma of pot permeated the room even more.

The funky sounds of Curtis Mayfield started as Sam addressed his sister again. “Alright let it out and then take a little breath in at the end. SLOWLY.”

Y/n did as told and the girl next to her patted her back “Congrats, sweet girl, you are about to be so toasted.”

Y/n cocked her head slightly like a confused puppy and then the realization spread across her face:

The rising pressure and burning sensation tingling up her chest and throat.

Y/n let out a deathly gasp and cough, hacking severely through the intro to Pusherman.

Sam’s friend offered some water in front of her seat now at Sam’s feet in the chair. He hopped down and patted her back roughly.

“Just wait sis, no need to fear, it’ll stop in a sec just keep breathing.”

She nodded her head, offering a thumbs up. Once she was able to regulate her breathing again, Sam put the water in her hand. As she opened her hot, teary, eyes, the world was blurry. But that didn’t matter because she was THIRSTY.

She quickly gulped the water down as the circle quietly giggled. Y/n set the glass down again on the table and wiped her eyes on her sleeve.

“So how do you feel?” Sam asked with a proud smirk on his face. Y/n’s eyelids hung lower than her usual anxious state allowed her to, and the whites of her eyes were tinted a precious baby pink. Her cheeks were still tear stained from coughing, but a content smile rested on her lips.

If she heard Sam, Y/n didn’t make it known for the first moment as she observed her surroundings for the first time. She took a deep breath before responding and glanced around at the part of the party that wasn’t currently glued to her.

The funky menagerie of instruments encouraged her shoulders to move on their own as she turned to a dress the group. Y/n let out a breathy laugh and shrugged. “I dunno, man, I feel.. warm and fuzzy all over like a blanket fresh from the dryer.” She said wholeheartedly.

The group laughed endearingly. Before she could be swept away with the song again, Sam boogied his way over to his sister and spun her around wildly like he’d done a million times in their living room.

“Sam, sam, SAM! The room is spinning enough as it is, don’t ruin this for me!” Y/n complained as her brother steadied her by her shoulders.

“So, dude, still want that Budweiser?” He asked smugly. Y/n rolled her eyes and flipped him off, dancing her way to the kitchen, her mouth practically watered for something sugary to fill the new and aching hole in her stomach.

That was also the first time she was able to leave his side at a party and talk to people on her own.

Y/n noticed how she spoke to multiple new people without feeling like her heart was about to burst out of her throat, conversation was easy to make, and people thought she was funny! No one, besides her brother, had ever described her as funny as far as she could recall.

After they’d left the party that night, Sam beamed at her from the drivers seat of his Bronco like a proud parent on the first day of kindergarten.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” She asked, mildly concerned. She stared at the cuffed hems of her black corduroys and her red high top sneakers.

Sam lurched over the console of the vehicle to mess up her hair and pat her shoulder, “What do you mean ‘wHy ArE yOu LoOkInG aT mE LiKe ThAt?’ You TALKED to people! You made FRIENDS! Those people are going to talk to you at school on Monday, I guarantee it.” He boasted.

A smile crept across her lips, though she didn’t want it to. “You really think so?” She asked. Her high had worn off by now, leaving her feeling calm and grounded. Sam beamed at his sister, he’d never seen her look so at ease among others. Y/n couldn’t help but be proud of herself, too—she’d managed to have a great time, and not only did she refrain from embarrassing herself and her brother, but she made him proud.

Sam never felt embarrassed at his sister’s common faux pas, but Y/n spent much of her time alone berating herself after any interaction. Especially if it was one her brother invited her to. It felt good to skip that part after a night out.

He glanced over at her momentarily before turning back to the road. “Dude, you have no idea how many people came up to me to ask me where I’ve been hiding you. Sara J told me you ‘were a riot’, and that she expects me to bring you to her house party next weekend.”

Y/N shook her head in disbelief, who knew the best way for her to make friends was drugs?

As she twisted the end of the joint to finish it off, she heard her father knock on the door.

“Hey, hun, are you almost ready? I gotta head out.” His voice muffled by the masonite separating them.

“I’m actually going to walk to school today, but I’ll see you tonight.” She said as she tied her laces and cuffed her jeans. She slid the joint behind her ear and fixed her headphones on top to hold it in place.

She looked to her shelf above her radio, skimming her collection of tapes spanning many persuasions, from metal to new wave, alternative to pop and folk to metal, it was all there.

Sam and Y/n went through all of their tapes when it was time for him to leave a month ago, deciding they’ll trade tapes whenever he comes home for breaks.

She chose four tapes to take to school with her: The Smiths, Anthrax, Dio, and Siouxsie & the Banshees.

The Smiths was one of her brother’s but Anthrax, Dio, and Siouxsie were some she recently bought for herself.

“Alright, darlin’. Have a good one, love you.” He said before leaving. Y/n’s father, Johnny, was a very quiet man, much like herself.

He didn’t ever do anything besides go to work and come home, but that’s as only because he was an easy man to please. Johnny enjoyed the simple things in life, and was a very proud father.

Something his children benefitted from was his ability to trust and let them make their own mistakes.

Or he was highly inattentive, one of the two.

Either way, Johnny was a good and honest man. Which is why he took a new job in Hawkins to help Sam pay for his fancy college. When their dad presented them with this opportunity, Y/n had no choice but to be enthusiastic for Sam’s sake. He deserved to go to the college he worked so hard to be accepted into.

But inside, Y/n was screaming and self-destructing. She’d just gotten settled with her new friends, no longer needing to rely on pot or Sam to be comfortably social.

Now she was to go to a new place, without her brother, to finish out the final two years of high school on her own.

Horrifying.

Which brings us back to this morning, Y/n walked steadily on the the road to the school while The Smiths floated through your ears.

“…To die by your side, well the pleasure, the privilege, is mine…”

She quietly sang to herself as she saw the roof of the school peek over the horizon and the road got busier with cars entering the student parking lot between the middle and high schools.

Y/n stood next to the school sign momentarily before slipping the pre-roll into her empty cassette case. Todays objective was to get a name, and then eventually proposition them.

She opened her Walkman to exchange The Smiths for Anthrax and let ‘Antisocial’ blare in her ears before walking into the school.

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‘They’re no different than Sara, Ricky, Jordan, Matthew, Ann, Marty, and Charlie, right?’ She thought, comparing some of the party kids to some of her friends she left behind.

They had all seemed so intimidating at first, she was sure she’d never see the day they looked in her direction, let alone invite her places, but they did.

‘If cool people think you’re cool one place, they will in another’ she remembered Sam say.

Y/n walked to the end of the hall to her locker, taking out most of her textbooks but keeping three for her first classes.

She also grabbed the novel she chose for English to annotate, luckily it was one she’s read before. She sighed and quickly flipped through the pages for the familiar parchment scent.

She was startled out of thought when two boys slammed into the lockers next to her, grappling for a notebook and yelling playful obscenities at one another.

Y/n took a step back to avoid catastrophe but not before one boy could jerk his elbow backwards and hit her directly in the chest, sending her backwards and causing her headphones to be knocked down around her neck.

As she stumbled, expecting to meet the hard linoleum beneath her, a rather tall figure caught her arm before she could fall.

The fighting had ceased when a male teacher, Mr. Barker, intervened, snatching the note book from one of the two boys.

“Brandon, Jeffery, Principal Higgins’ office. Now.” He, well, barked. As the crowd dispersed, y/n remembered the hand on her arm.

“Are you okay? That was some hit you took.” He said releasing her arm. Y/n whipped her head around to meet a pair of shining brown eyes, a mop of black hair, and very impressive cheekbones belonging to a younger teen boy.

“I- uh, yeah, I’m okay. Thank you.” She struggled, rubbing her sternum. The Anthrax track had started over, blaring quietly from the ears of her headphones.

“You’re new aren’t you?” He asked, leaning against the lockers next to them. Some other boys convened behind him, not so subtly listening to the conversation.

She nodded. “Yeah, it’s my first week. I didn’t think I’d need spidey senses to survive high school, but- yes. Yes, I’m new.” Y/n settled before she started rambling about Peter Parker. Awesome start. Could’ve been worse.

Thankfully the tall boy chuckled and held out his hand. “I’m Mike Wheeler,” he introduced himself. “and these are my friends Dustin Henderson and Lucas Sinclair.” He nodded behind him as they waved kindly.

She noticed that they all wore the same shirt, sporting a devilish character with some medieval weapons and.. dice? ‘Hellfire Club’ it read.

“I’m Y/n Y/l/n.” She said nervously while she shut her locker and slung her backpack over one shoulder. She hit the pause button on the Walkman, stuffing the device into the bag.

“Is that Anthrax?” Dustin asked. Her head snapped up quickly, “Yeah! You listen to them?”

He smiled and shrugged, “On occasion, but more recently I’ve been getting into Metallica.” He nodded eagerly.

A smile rose to y/n’s face, “I love Metallica.” She nodded.

The bell rang, signaling that the heart warming but awkward encounter had to end. “I’ll see you guys around.” She said shutting the locker door to walk past the group.

“Yeah, I’ll catch you later, y/n.” Mike joked with finger guns. She laughed as she continued to class while the other two boys chastised him for the corny joke.

Perhaps friends wouldn’t be so hard to come by after all.

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At the beginning of biology, Y/n got paired with a girl named Chrissy Cunningham, and from the look of her perfectly white Ked’s, matching skirt and cardigan set, and senior charm necklace, she was obviously Miss Perfect.

And rightfully so, Y/n quickly learned, because Chrissy was almost a saint.

“Hi, I’m Chrissy.” She said quietly, putting her books on the shared table in front of her. Her eyes sparkled with genuine kindness and her ponytail was as bouncy as her walk had been when she sauntered over.

“Y/n,” she answered, becoming shy all over again. “I know,” Chrissy giggled quietly. “You’re new! Everyone’s been asking about you.” She beamed. Chrissy’s presence became very comforting to y/n suddenly, though she couldn’t place why.

“So are you any good at bio?” She asked casually, flipping to the page written on the board.

Y/n copied her actions and opened her book too. “I’m good at finding answers in the textbook..” she whispered as the teacher pulled down a chart of the human body.

Chrissy snickered quietly, resting her forehead in her hands to avoid being noticed. “That’s about as much as I can do, too.” She replied. “I’m sure if we collaborate, we’ll make it out of here together.” She answered keeping her eyes to the front. Y/n nodded, silently agreeing.

After the lecture, Y/n and Chrissy spent the rest of the hour completing the questions over the first chapter and getting to know each other.

Y/n learned that Chrissy was indeed the head cheerleader shocker, likes Blondie, Madonna, Pat Benatar, and Duran Duran, plays tennis and golf recreationally with her parents and boyfriend, and enjoys a nice margarita on the weekends.

Chrissy learned that y/n spent a lot of time by herself since the move to Hawkins and her brother’s move to college. She quickly gathered that Y/n and her brother were best friends and thought it was quite endearing. Chrissy listened to her talk about the friends she had, the parties she used to frequent, and the books and music she spends her time with now instead.

“My boyfriend, Jason, his parents go out of town for, like, two weekends out of the month and he throws some of the best parties. You HAVE to come with me sometime!” She patted y/n’s hand urgently.

Y/n hesitated, considering for a moment if she was ready for that atmosphere again but surrounded with unfamiliar faces, and no safety net to fall into if rejected by her peers.

“Okay,” she said carefully while Chrissy’s face lit up like a Christmas tree.

“but,” y/n continued.

“Ugh, I hate buts!”

“I just wanna make a few more friends here first, I can’t be following you around like a lost puppy the whole time.” She shrugged.

Chrissy pursed her lips, considering what her new friend said, trying to place herself in the shoes of someone with only one friend in a brand new place.

She couldn’t. So she took Y/n’s word for it and nodded understandingly.

“Well even if you won’t come party just yet, I’d love to hang out soon, you’re really easy to talk to.” Chrissy smiled.

Y/n’s heart warmed and she couldn’t help but smile herself. “That’d be really nice.”

The bell rang and the girls gathered their things and walked to the hallway. “Oh!” Chrissy grabbed Y/n by her jacket sleeve and pulled her to the side of the hallway.

“If I don’t see you before the day is over, here’s my phone number! I have my own line, so thankfully you won’t have to talk to my parents.” She giggled as she scribbled on a piece of ripped notebook paper and handed it over.

“Thanks, I’ll call you later?” Y/n asked, Chrissy nodding almost immediately.

As Chrissy started walking away, Y/n realized Chrissy would probably be the person to ask about the commodity she was in search of.

“Chrissy, wait!” She called surprisingly confident compared to her demeanor before class. Chrissy spun on her heel abruptly before reaching her boyfriend and came jogging back to her new friend, much to his confusion.

“What’s up?”

“I, uh, need to ask you about something..” Y/n whispered, losing all the confidence she had just exhibited.

Chrissy was confused by the sudden seriousness, but nodded. “Do you, um, happen to know… anyone I can get some..weed..from?” Y/n tried to calmly say.

Chrissy couldn’t help but laugh a little at y/n’s timidness. “Oh my gosh, y/n, it’s just a little pot.”

Y/n breathed a small sigh of relief that marijuana wasn’t a taboo subject with her new friend. “Find Eddie Munson,” Chrissy whispered, Y/n committing the name to memory. “I hear he’s the safest dealer around here.”

She started walking away before the bell could ring again, “See ya! Call me!” She yelled over the tops of passing heads. Jason craned his neck to see who the heck his girlfriend was having such an important conversation with.

Y/n waved to Chrissy as she met Jason’s line of sight briefly before averting her gaze and turning quickly to her next class.

She caught the door to the English room with her hand and swung it open before the bell rang for the final time.

Y/n breathed deeply, relieved she made a friend, got a name, and got to read more of her book for the whole hour before lunch.

She made herself comfortable in the back corner of the room, next to a quiet red head wearing headphones around her neck.

The girls eyes met y/n’s and offered her a small smile, which y/n returned.

She rustled around in her book bag for her paperback escape and a pencil to write with.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Mrs. Wilson began, “please continue to read quietly and annotate your chosen novels, you may listen to your record tapes if you would like, but if I can hear it I’m taking it.” She raised her brows seriously as the class stifled laughter.

The girl next to y/n quickly put her headphones on and hit play, the faint sounds of Kate Bush began quietly emanating from them.

Y/n quite liked Kate Bush, and decided against getting out her own Walkman to listen to the other quiet girls music instead.

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The last five minutes of class, everyone was packed up waiting patiently for the bell to ring, except for y/n and the quiet girl in the back, too caught up in their own little worlds to have noticed the time going by.

The trill of the bell was jarring to both of them, so much so, the red head jumped hard enough she knocked her headphones askew.

She struggled to regain control of her breath as the rest of the class rushed through the door to get to the cafeteria.

Y/n didn’t know whether to ask the girl if she was okay or to go on about her business, but during that decision making process, the girl caught y/n staring.

In a panic, Y/n squeaked out, “Kate Bush?”

‘Nice.’ She mentally facepalmed.

The girl scrunched her brow briefly, taken aback, but taking a full breath. “Uh, yeah. You a fan?”

Y/n nodded, “yeah, Hounds of Love is a, uh, great album.” She zipped her bag shut with all of her things tucked inside.

The other girls face softened and nodded in agreement. “It’s all I’ve been listening to lately, honestly.” She confessed with a small smile.

Y/n smiled back, “I do that with about every new tape I get, I completely get it.” She said, her chest tight, not allowing enough airflow for much more conversation.

“I’m Max,” she said as she closed her own bag and fixed it over her shoulder.

“Y/n.” She nodded as they both walked out of the room. “Well, Y/n, I’ll see you around.” Max said, her soft smile fading as she slipped her headphones back on and walked the opposite direction of the cafeteria.

The hallway was mostly free of traffic, making the trip to the cafeteria very short. Y/n stopped in the doorway and searched all the tables.

‘Now, Eddie Munson, where do I find you?’ She thought, skimming the room. Her eyes fell upon a blonde ponytail, blue eyeshadow rimmed eyes raised, meeting her own. “Y/n/n!” Chrissy squealed, rushing over to you.

“Come sit!” She urged. Y/n’s eyes went wide, looking over to the table Chrissy was sat at previously. First of all, it was full, second of all, y/n did not like the way Jason looked at her. It wasn’t aggressive or anything, but definitely unsettling. Or perhaps she was reading too much into her anxiety.

“Actually, I was going to use this time to locate this Eddie Munson, where do I find him?” Y/n asked quietly, nodding to the maze of lunch tables.

“Good thinking!” Chrissy nudged y/n’s shoulder with hers. “He’s gonna be at the table with all the kids wearing the Hellfire shirts.”

Hellfire.

“Thanks so much, Chris, I’ll catch up with you later!” Y/n started into the cafeteria, eyes searching for the kids she met earlier.

It didn’t take long to find the table of white and black shirts, currently occupied by Mike, Dustin, Lucas, and a few other unfamiliar faces.

Before she could make it to the table, Mike spotted her and waved. When he saw she was approaching him with her brow furrowed in determination, he stood in a panic, as did Dustin and Lucas. The boys looked amongst each other in fear and began bickering chaotically.

“She’s coming over here, why is she coming over here?” Dustin whispered urgently across the table to Mike

“I don’t know, ask her when she gets here?” Mike shrugged.

“Why don’t you?” Dustin asked with anxiety piercing his words.

“If you wanna know so badly then why don’t you ask her??” Lucas quipped, narrowing his eyes on Dustin

“Shut up, she can hear you she’s literally right there-“ Mike started until Dustin spoke up when you got close enough to hear.

“Y/n! To what do we owe this pleasant surprise?” Dustin greeted.

“Actually, I’m looking for an Eddie Munson? I was told I’d find him with Hellfire.” She pointed to their shirts.

Their eyes widened. “You’re looking for Eddie?” Mike asked confused. “Yeah, are you guys friends with him?” Y/n asked.

“He’s our dungeon master!” Dustin replied enthusiastically.

Not knowing anything about DnD, Y/n gave him an odd look. “He’s your who?”

“He’s our club president.” Mike said pointedly before Dustin could answer.

“He said he was going to be late to lunch today, but we can tell him you were looking for him, if you want.” Lucas said assuringly.

“Well, he isn’t going to have any idea who I am, so how about-” she paused, taking her backpack off and getting out her notebook and pencil. “you give him this note for me?” She looked up at them for confirmation.

They all nodded as she finished writing in her gel ink pen.

“I heard you’re the guy to buy from. Are you free after school? - y/n l/n”

She folded it twice and handed it to Mike. “Can I trust you, Wheeler?” She asked quietly. “Of course you can trust us!” Dustin said wrapping his arm around Mike. “What are friends for?” He finished.

“I appreciate it. Can you let me know when he says something?” Y/n asks. “You got it!” Dustin assures.

Y/n laughs and shakes her head, “okay, thanks guys, I’ll see ya.” She says as she turns to leave.

She makes her way to the end of the hall, desperate to get out of the building. As soon as she shoves through the doors, the cool air meets her face with a kiss of fresh relief.

It soothes her tight chest, allowing her to take deep unhindered breaths, encouraging her shoulders to loosen up.

She sits on a patch of grass in the shaded spot next to the building and presses her hands to her face. Social interaction goes by so quickly in a panicked blur and fully hits her after it ends, leaving her to rewind and watch everything that was said, every move she made, and how wrong everything she did was.

No one’s laughing at you. No one has been mean. Calm down. It’s fine. We’re fine.

She spent the rest of lunch recharging outside, touching some grass, before she could hear the bell ring faintly, pulling her from her finally relaxed state and back to reality.

She entered the stuffy school building again, this time much calmer than when she left. Y/n made her way to her locker to exchange more books, not noticing the small herd of freshman boys rushing towards her.

“Hey!” Mike said as they approached. Y/n shut her locker, and fixed her bag to its place on her back. “We have word from Eddie.” Dustin said quietly. Y/n’s ears perked at that, leaning in closer to the group.

“What’d he say?” She asked.

“Well, at first, we had to convince him you weren’t a freshman because apparently he doesn’t do business with us.” Dustin scoffed with offense.

“But after that and your note, he told us to tell you to meet him at the clearing in the woods by the football field after school.” Mike added quietly.

“Okay, what?” She said quietly alarmed. Her eyes flashed subtle fright, recognizing this concept from many a horror movie

“Nononono, don’t worry it’s not what it sounds like, that’s where he meets so many other people.” Lucas said.

“Yeah, and we can take you there! Well we can’t be there cause Eddie would probably kick our asses, but we’ll show you.” Dustin assured.

Y/n looked between the boys, not picking up any malicious intent coming from them, only sincerity. “Alright, deal. Thank you guys.” She nodded genuinely.

“It’s not every day a few freshman such as ourselves befriend a lady of your class. Literally, upperclassmen are assholes.” Dustin shrugged.

“We’re happy to help.” Lucas added. The bell trilled signaling the second half of the school day was starting.

“Meet us at the football field after school!” Mike hollered as the three rushed past y/n to their next classes.

‘Sweet kids.’ She thought.

Y/n walked to art with relief, her self assigned tasks for the day almost over. Sam would be proud of all the socializing she’s done on her own today. He’d probably tell her how brave it was of her to put herself out there like she did.

Now all she had to worry about was meeting this Eddie Munson. Which, it sounded like she didn’t need to worry much at all. She feared she would say all the wrong things, and the last thing she wanted to do was offend a drug dealer.

But thankfully, Y/n’s secret weapon was locked and loaded in her handy dandy cassette case just waiting for the end of school to be used. That way, she’ll have a level head when she’s to interact with this mysterious and quite nerve wracking character.

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Y/n hated math.

She absolutely loathed the universe in which numbers and letters coexist and have problems with each other.

It was simply a language she didn’t speak. So algebra being the last class of the day made the hour drag on forever like a three hour Joel Olsteen lecture.

Before she resorted to shoving a pencil in her ear, the bell rang for the final time of the day.

Y/n was the first one out the back door, ready to get away from the fuckery that is math.

She fished her Walkman out of her bag, placing her Dio cassette inside and grabbing The Smiths case she stored her joint in.

The girl stalked over to the stands a few yards away from the high school, already seeing her freshman friends waiting for her.

Dustin was the first to spot her, followed by Mike and Lucas.

“There she is!” Dustin greeted warmly. A laugh rose to her chest as the young boy flattered her. “Here I am!” She rang back attempting to match his energy.

“C’mon, We probably shouldn’t keep him waiting.” Mike suggested nervously, starting across the practice field towards the woods.

As the troop trekked across the green, Mike leading with Dustin, Y/n, and Lucas trailing behind, the nervous thrumming of her heart beat wildly in her ears.

The walk was quiet with the exception of the dewy grass swishing beneath their feet. The opening to the woods drew closer, and Y/n’s breathing began to tremble slightly, but she was brave.

“Alright, here you are.” Mike said coming to a stop. Y/n nodded with gratitude, “Thank you guys so much for going to all this trouble.” She looked to each of them.

“Just walk until you see a picnic table in the clearing, that’s where he’ll meet you.” Dustin directed.

Y/n watched the boys walk away before she entered the woods, first at a determined and brisk pace, but slowed as the trees grew thicker and less light was allowed through the branches.

Her breathing quickened again, and her head started to dizzy with unsettling thoughts. She paused in her tracks, practically ripping her headphones away from her neck and slamming them onto her head.

She jammed the play button down, the busy intro of Rainbow In the Dark filled her ears. The guitar cut through the anxiety in her chest and the bass of the drums beat fiercely through her head.

Y/n took more breaths and continued her walk to the picnic table she spotted ahead. By the guitar solo, she had plopped down on the table, resting her feet on the bench below, casting her bag down next to her.

She popped open the cassette tape with trembling hands, and plucked the joint out, smelling it longingly.

With a small smile, she fished her lighter from her back pocket and ignited the small flame against the twisted end of the joint, pulling the heat through the bud and filling her mouth and nose.

She puffed a few times to start it, hoping to take about half before Eddie Munson arrived. Y/n felt the tension release from her shoulders as she exhaled a trail of smoke into the space above her head.

Within a few seconds she was making herself comfortable, taking off her jacket and folding one leg under the other, bouncing her foot and bopping her head to the beat.

It was moments like this that she wanted to live in forever. It felt like time stood still when she was smoking outside and listening to her favorite tapes. These moments felt safe, like the warm blanket she described the first time she smoked with her brother and friends.

She smiled, and felt the surge of serotonin rush through her when her favorite lyrics played. Y/n sat puffing on the joint peacefully until she felt someone tap on her shoulder.

Y/n yelped, ripping the joint from between her lips and hiding it behind her back before turning quickly.

In her hazy state, her eyes met the silver rings adorning the hand that was slowly retracting from her, then traced up to meet the face of the body wearing the familiar Hellfire Club shirt.

Eddie Munson was intimidating, not because he looked dangerous, but because he looked at her intensely. His eyes looked dark, but a sun beam spilled across his iris to show the warm color they held.

He said something, and she watched his lips move intently, his words were muffled by the blaring music over her ears and it was only then she realized she needed to take off her headphones.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” she mumbled and took them off swiftly, brushing her hair behind her ears.

Dio still blared audibly between them as she struggled to push the STOP button all the way down. Every time she pressed the button it sprang back up, until she nervously whacked it on the edge of the table, finally getting it to stick and the play button to pop back up.

Y/n dropped the Walkman on the table and finally looked up to fully face Eddie Munson. “I’m y/n.” She said quietly, a tight smile on her lips as she closed her eyes briefly to escape making eye contact.

Eddie chuckled and nodded, “So I’ve heard,” he held out his hand in a friendly manner. Y/n shook it lightly, “Eddie Munson, resident freak of Hawkins, but I’m sure you’ll hear soon enough.” He plopped down at the table and looked up at her as he opened his metal lunchbox.

Y/n gave him a smile, “well, Eddie Munson, historically, freaks are the most interesting and successful people.” She brought the half gone joint to her lips and inhaled deeply.

Eddie’s eyes seemed to sparkle when his met hers again. A tender smile spread across his face and a flustered scoff escaped his lips, “and historically, those people aren’t appreciated or famous until they’re dead.”

Y/n shrugged, “you got me there.” Not knowing what else to say, she offered the weed to him. He looked from her to the joint and hesitantly took it. Eddie held it in his lips and he searched through numerous bags of herb and powder.

He took out three sizes of bags and then handed the joint back to Y/n before exhaling and asking “so, Dio?” He nodded to the Walkman between them.

“Oh! Yeah. They’re one of my favorites lately.” She nodded shyly.

“Dustin told me the new girl was listening to Anthrax earlier, but I thought my ears had deceived me, but now I see I was mistaken,” his eyes locked with hers, a passionate gleam danced in his eye as he spoke softly, “Congratulations, you’re the first girl I’ve met in Hawkins with some taste in music.” Eddie finished with a bow.

Y/n’s shoulders bounced with laughter at his dramatics. “Thank you, wow, no one’s ever bestowed me with such an honor.” She spoke with a bad accent then laughed nervously and picked at the peeling skin on her thumb absentmindedly—her brain channeling all of her nervous energy to her fingers and twitching feet.

She puffed on the roach, the smoke striking intensely at the back of her throat and rolling down through her chest.

Her eyebrows scrunched, signaling her small coughing fit, small thick clouds of smoke puffing out around her. She felt like a floundering fool, hacking into her fist and clumsily stamping out the butt of the finished joint.

Eddie held a secret smile on his lips, his hand pressed firmly against it to conceal his admiration.

Y/n looked so effortlessly beautiful perched on the table the way she was. She looked like she belonged here among the turning autumn leaves and reaching branches of the trees above them. Like it was all for her.

The sun shown through the branches to form a golden halo around the head of wild hair framing her angelic face.

Some strands of hair fell into her face as she let out a few coughs from the abrasive kick of the roach.

The lingering smoke snaked around her like a personal ethereal fog, sun rays highlighting their dance around her face and shoulders. She felt like a dream.

“So, Eddie Munson,” Y/n cleared her throat after gathering her bearings. “How much for a half?” She nodded at the bags in between them.

Eddie propped his head up with his hand, and picked up the bag with half an ounce of bud in it.

He held it out to her to check out. She took the bag from him gently and poked around carefully to inspect the product, leaning down and inhaling the scent deeply as if she were browsing for tulips or roses in a flower shop.

Eddie observed her, he hadn’t seen a Hawkins student, let alone a chick, take buying his weed so seriously. Usually it’s a quick swap and there’s little to no conversation involved. This felt different though, a good different.

“It’s, uh- fuck, $15 for a half.” He spewed out.

Her eyes widened, “you’re shitting me.” Y/n shook her head and laughed as if he were joking. “Consider it a welcome discount. Turns out I’m kind of like the welcome wagon.” He shrugged casually. Though Eddie exuded nonchalance, his heart thrummed against his chest at the pretty girl before him.

Y/n shook her head lightly and narrowed her eyes at the boy in front of her. What was he playing at? No one gives weed away like that.

Eddie eyed her with sarcastic impatience, scooting the bag to her inch by inch with his forefinger. Y/n pursed her lips, looking from the bag to Eddie, brainstorming ways to feel better about practically stealing the weed from him.

“How about,” she started slowly, Eddie scooted closer as she leaned forward invitingly, “I give you $20 and you roll some of this up for me.” She shrugged with an eyebrow quirk.

Eddie’s heart leapt at the offer and it took much restraint for him to refrain from barking out a ‘yes’ immediately.

He feigned deep thought, knitting his brow and leaning his head on his hand for dramatic effect. “That sounds… like an offer I cannot refuse.” He smirked with a flourish of his hand, then dug out a couple packs of rolling papers.

For the next hour, Eddie and Y/n sat (in fairly close proximity to one another) heads bent over the table to focus on breaking up the bud and rolling up an ounce worth of joints.

They each had their notebooks out, green scattered across the expanse of the open pages and the zigzag box inbetween them.

Eddie and Y/n snuck glances at one another, each admiring observing the others hands at work. At one point, Eddie reached between them and hit play on the Walkman, letting the Dio song finish.

“So, uh, Anthrax, Dio, who else do you listen to?” Eddie asked while keeping his hands busy and focus on the papers in front of him

Y/n fiddled with the seemingly microscopic paper in her hands. She typically didn’t have this much difficulty rolling up a joint, but Eddie’s presence may have something to do with the slight tremble in her hands.

With a small sigh she set down the project in front of her to take a break. She folded her hands under her chin and brought her eyes back to Eddie’s.

“At my house, Metallica is almost always on, they’re in my top five for sure, Ozzy is too. But lately Poison by Alice Cooper has been on a loop.” She tapped her fingers on the edge of the wood, trying to get the nervous energy out through her hands so maybe she could return to rolling and keep busy.

“From that new album, Garbage, right?” He asked. Eddie placed the finished joint in the middle of the table next to the others he’d finished. He noticed that Y/n had difficulty with his brand of papers, he mentally scolded himself for not grabbing bigger ones at the gas station instead of the half size ones.

“It’s Trash, actually.”

“The rest of the album?” He asked confused.

“The name of the album, it’s called Trash.” She said softly with a light blush gracing her cheeks.

Eddie returned the soft smile unabashedly. “Yeah, that’s the one.” He eyed her abandoned joint and reached out with his finger to drag it back towards himself to finish for her. Y/n’s heart warmed in her chest, she never really liked rolling anyway.

“I think it’s best I take it upon myself to rescue this little guy, I’m not sure what you’re doing here, y/l/n, but this is tragic.” He eyed the joint and shook his head disapprovingly.

Y/n couldn’t help the smile that rose to her face, so she played it off with an eye roll. “My rolling skills are inconsistent, sue me! And I’m paying you the extra for your expertise, I shouldn’t be rolling anyway.” She crossed her arms in front of her chest matter-of-factly.

Eddie laughed at her quips, each and every one of them. He could sit there forever and roll joints for her. If he could afford it, he would stop dealing to everyone else in all of Hawkins and save every last bit of bud for the girl in front of him.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll teach you how to roll properly one of these days.” He said down to the freshly packed roll, waiting to be sealed with a delicate lick to the seam.

He glanced up at her with his deep eyes boring into hers, as he ran the tip of his tongue along the edge of the small paper.

Y/n felt the weight of Eddie’s stare come crashing down onto her chest as soon as his tongue slipped out of his mouth to seal the joint she abandoned, and she couldn’t be more thankful she did.

Her breath hitched, noticeable to Eddie immediately, though she wasn’t aware the boy had any idea of his effect on her. Y/n directed her eyes back to her lap to fidget with her fingers.

Eddie loved the way she got quiet at times, it showed him she was probably as nervous as he was. He knew how intimidating he comes across, especially to new people, but she didn’t seem scared which confused him a little.

His eyes lingered on her face for a moment longer, taking his chance to gaze at her while she kept hers trained on her high tops.

Eddie plucked a joint from the few he’d finished, sliding it between his teeth and digging out his zippo.

When she heard the familiar flick of the lighter, her eyes snapped up to his again. Eddie’s eyes met her once again and a small smirk found it’s way onto his face, exposing his beautiful teeth once again.

As he brought the flame closer to his face, his eyes stayed on hers, and hers on his. Y/n felt nothing short of entranced, the reflection of the light dancing in the dark ambiguous pools of his eyes. What had they seen? What was behind them?

Then her eyes dropped to the plump, soft pink lips that framed the mouth watering joint. Her gaze lingered longer than she wished it would have, momentarily wondering what his lips would feel like where her shoulder meets her neck.

‘Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.’ Rang through her head as her brain short circuited.

“Here you go, sweetheart,” he called her as if it were her given name, his voice resembling that of velvet. Eddie propped his elbow up on the table to hand the joint up to Y/n.

The joint was inches from her face, Eddie looked to her expectantly, waiting for her to take a hit. Without much thought she leans down, her eyes fluttering closed, taking a long drag.

Eddie kept his hungry gaze on her, his heart quickened so much so that he feared it would pulse down his arm. His fingers were so close to her lips, too close. Eddie’s mind wandered to what his index finger would look like between her lips instead of the joint.

She leaned back, holding her breath for a moment with her eyes still closed. It was Eddie’s turn to feel entranced by the girl. To avoid blowing smoke in his face, Y/n tilted her head back to exhale through her puckered lips.

Eddie’s eyes traced down the column of her throat to the top expanse of her chest that wasn’t covered by her wide necked tshirt.

Embers sparked low in his stomach, quickly swarming up through his throat. He wanted to know so badly what her skin smelled like, and then mentally scolded himself for being a weirdo.

Y/n’s face shifted back down and her eyes opened to meet Eddie’s. When it struck her what she’d just done she couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed. What the fuck was that???

“I’m so sorry, I dunno why I didn’t think to take it from you like a normal person, I must be pretty toasted,” she sputtered out, avoiding eye contact again and shaking her head.

Eddie smirked, you know the one. Mischief and amusement sat on his face and he loved watching her squirm.

“Hey, by all means, you’re paying the extra money, the least I can do is hold your joints for you.” He took a small hit and nodded to the joint in his hand expectantly, as if he were saying do it again.

Heat prickled in Y/n’s face, surely she was red as a cherry tomato by now. She leaned forward slowly, this time keeping her eyes on the joint between them, and then letting them drift to his tattooed forearm.

Y/n felt herself stop moving before her lips met the joint again, her eyes flitted up to meet Eddies but then took notice how he leaned in too, his eyes on her mouth.

He looked.. hungry? Longing? But she couldn’t figure any of that out. All she knew was the man wanted her to smoke, so by golly, she was smoking.

She kept her eyes on Eddie’s as she took her second drag. His eyes found hers again and his mouth went dry. Y/n could’ve swore she heard the softest sound fall from Eddie’s lips.

When she released it from her mouth, she blew the smoke off to the side but began to feel more brave. She sat still, closer to Eddie than she ever thought she would today.

His smile grew on his lips when he noticed she stayed close. Eddie wasn’t used to many people being so close, let alone a girl, a pretty girl.

She couldn’t help but return the look, causing his smile to spread larger. Butterflies erupted in her stomach just at the proximity of their smiles, both never wanting the moment to end.

Eddie’s heart sank as Y/n leaned back slightly, averting his eyes down at the worn table top. Before he could bring the joint to his lips, he felt it slide between his fingers swiftly.

Y/n snatched the joint from Eddie and held it for him the same way he had for her moments before. She returned to her previous closeness, making Eddie’s heart and other things perk.

Eddie let out a small chuckle before taking a pull himself. He tried to keep it slow, prolonging the moment. His hand reached up to gently hold her wrist, though he had no reason other than wanting to feel her touch.

Y/n hummed contently with a smile at the feeling. She wondered what his hand would feel like on her cheek, or in her hair, and other places.

After Eddie parted from the joint and exhaled, whatever trance they’d fallen under had been lifted for whatever reason and the atmosphere filled with uncertainty.

Y/n’s back straightened as she leaned back lazily on her hand to bring the joint back to her lips a final time.

“So, tell me, who is Eddie Munson?” Y/n smirked at him confidently. Eddies eyebrows raised in surprise, no one asks him about him. Casually, sometimes. But not about him.

“I.. don’t know what you’re saying, y/l/n. I thought it was established I’m a dungeon master, metal head, freak, who likes to play the guitar in his free time and Tuesday nights.” He shrugged nonchalantly, bagging up the remaining nugs and the 7 joints he rolled up for her.

Y/n’s jaw dropped when she heard the words play and guitar next to each other. She gave a playful gasp, “Eddie Munson plays the guitar in his free time and Tuesday nights?? Is there a reason it’s Tuesday specifically or?”

Eddie chuckled, “I’m in a band,”

“OH MY GOD, EDDIE MUNSONS IN A BAND?!” She grabbed her face mimicking a crazed fan. Eddie suddenly turned bashful at the strokes to his ego, even if they were jokes.

“So what is the name of Eddie Munson’s band?”

“Corroded Coffin.”

“I mean, if that doesn’t scream ‘metal’, I don’t know what does.” She moved off the top of the table to sit on the bench next to him, her back against the top and hugging one leg to her chest. Eddie sat facing her with one leg slung on either side of the bench. Their knees touched, neither one of them willing to scoot away.

Y/n felt as Eddie’s soft breath fanned across her cheek and neck when she turned to look at him. She was close enough again to smell the spice in his cologne, added with his natural musk and smokey scent. It made her throat tingle.

“That’s sick.” She finished and nodded sincerely. Eddie couldn’t get enough of the praise—of how seen and cool she made him feel just by being him.

“You should come check us out sometime..” He turned to sit like she did and nudged her arm with his. She scoffed and shook her head, her mouth started a response but was cutoff by the beeping of Eddie’s watch.

“Shit, uh, I gotta go,” He scrambled to his feet and packed up his papers and notebooks quickly shoving everything in his bag and lunchbox.

“Oh, no yeah, of course!” She said quietly, bummed their evening was coming to an end.

“If it wasn’t for Hellfire, I’d probably stay out here forever, but we’re starting the new- whatever,” he waved his oncoming words off as if she wouldn’t care.

Her heart rose, the butterflies making their way through her arteries spreading that warm fluttery feeling through her whole chest.

“If it wasn’t for Hellfire, I’d probably stay out here forever”

“No, no worries, really. I hope everything goes great with Hellfire and your new ‘whatever’” She smiled and started packing her things. She wrapped up the baggie Eddie prepared for her and stowed it in the same pocket of her bag that her tapes rested.

Before she could grab it, Eddie picked up her Walkman from the table and held it out to her.

She tried to ignore the dull shock that went through her body when their hands touched as she took it from him to put with the tapes. “Thanks.” She whispered.

He looked at her for a moment longer before saying, “C’mon, let me walk you through the woods.” as he slowly started in the direction of the football field.

Y/n slung her bag over her shoulder, admiring how Eddie looked when he was walking away. She sighed contently and walked towards him without a response.

She watched the dead grass and yellowed leaves pass beneath her feet as they carried her through the dimming woods, not bothering to look up until she almost walked straight into Eddie’s back, spotting his shoes first, right before knocking shoulders with him.

“Fuck, sorry.” She said as she looked up and resumed walking with him. He chuckled as they settled back into comfortable silence. They kept a steady pace, but didn’t rush the way Eddie originally had when his alarm went off.

“So, this ‘whatever’, what is it?” She asked after a minute.

“Oh, so, in DnD, the dungeon master—me, creates a journey, or quest of sorts, to send the other players on, and those adventures are called campaigns,” he looked to her with subtle enthusiasm. His love for the game evident on his face.

She ‘oooh’ed’ and nudged his shoulder to make him blush again. They reached the opening of the woods where her new friends previously dropped her off, and continued to the parking lot where they’d have to part ways.

“So what’s this new campaign about?” She asked, stopping at the edge of the lot, standing at the road she’d take home.

The sun had began to set, lighting the sky aflame in hues of soft pinks, oranges, and buttery yellows. It left everything tainted gold, especially her.

Eddie looked at her, taking her in for the last time that evening. His eyes scanned over her face—admiring every freckle, fine line, pore, and scar. He refrained from tracing her cheekbone, though he hoped he would get the chance to someday.

She looked as though she belonged in one of their campaigns—otherworldly, ethereal, not real.

He wanted to commit her eyes to memory, especially in this moment, the glassy finish from the weed, the enhanced color and reddened whites of her eyes.

“Well, maybe, you should just come to Hellfire sometime and find out for yourself.” He said with his devilish grin.

“Oh, so it’s gonna be like that, huh, Munson?” She asked with a raised eyebrow, stepping closer to him daringly.

He laughed, indulging in her challenging manner. “That’s exactly how it’s gotta be, Princess,” her breath caught in her throat at the pet name—something no one has ever called her before.

“I can’t chance any spoilers reaching the guys, you know?” He said stepping forward til his face was achingly close to hers.

She bit her lip and looked down, confidence waning, until she realized she still needed to pay him. Y/n glanced to his hands—one in his pocket, the other hanging at his side.

She grabbed the money in her back pocket, all $35. “As much as I think that sucks, I’ll respect it.” She said to him with a sigh.

“This is where I leave you, Eddie Munson,” she took his hand and gently pressed the money into his palm. Y/n held it there for a minute, savoring the way his hand felt in hers, eyes never leaving his.

“Until next time.” She slipped her hand away from his. Eddie watched her intently as she walked a few feet before his brain could formulate a response.

“Which will be..?” He leaned forward, awaiting her answer. She turned around but kept her pace with a hazy smirk on her face. “Whenever I need more grass.” She shrugged.

“Which will be..?” He emphasized.

“Soon. And maybe even sooner if you show up to class more.” She said with her dreamy smile and turned back around to walk home.

Eddie watched after her until she wasn’t visible, the world suddenly tinted grey from the descending sun.

“Eddie! Are you coming??” Dustin shouted across the parking lot.

Eddie looked to the open school doors, light spilling out of the spaces between the boys gathered at the entry.

“Yeah, just gimme a sec! Patience is a virtue, you know!” He shouted back.

As he walked back to the building, he counted the money absentmindedly and a smile rose to his cheeks when he halted right in front of the door.

$35

Did she mean to give me all of this? Or is she that generous?

Dustin races to the door, curious about what’s got Eddie so late, and nearly takes him out in his urgency.

“Whoa-shit, Henderson! Watch it, would you?” Eddie said attempting to catching his breath from his near death experience.

“Shit, I’m so sorry!” Dustin cried, absolutely terrified he’d just ruined his chances of growing closer with Eddie with his eagerness.

Eddie recognized this in him—the want for acceptance. He’d felt honored that Dustin and the others had treated him with such kindness and respect since the semester started. He doesn’t recall many people holding him in such a high regard.

“No worries, dude,” Eddie said nonchalantly like water rolling off a ducks back. He wrapped his arm around the freshman’s shoulders as if he were his protégé.

“We’re all excited for the campaign, I’m the one that needs to get my ass in gear.” He brought Dustin to stop in front of the auditorium door.

“Now.. are you ready-“ Eddie pushed the door open with fervor, commencing his theatrics—ready to get into character. “To explore the Hidden Realm of Göshmar?” He spoke in a gravely, troll-like voice, much to Dustin’s delight.

“You bet your ass I am!”

The two raced down the aisles to the anxiously waiting group backstage, Eddie’s friends had gotten the table ready in his absence and fixed the lighting as he and Dustin entered.

“Alright, my little sheepies, are you ready to be utterly destroyed by the new campaign?” Eddie turned around dramatically when he reached his seat and wagged his tongue wildly like the demon on their shirts.

Everyone cheered and hollered, beating their fists eagerly against the table and stomping at the floor.

While Eddie was able to make the first official meeting of the year fantastical and vivid, there was a certain maiden that lingered in the back of his mind, making herself comfortable and leaving him with so many questions bubbling to the surface when he should be more focused on the dice rolls of the game.

What is she doing now?

Did she make it home okay?

I wonder what her favorite color is..She reminds me of orange.

Where did she come from?

Where did she dream of going? Probably somewhere warm.

He continued to chase the questions away and stick them in the back corner of his mind reserved especially for her, saving them for later.

She sat there, waiting patiently, perched on top of his stacks of questions like she did on the picnic table hours before, smoking a joint. He could picture her perfectly, seeing her lazily swing her high topped feet off the edge, back and forth.

Eddie Munson couldn’t shake this girl from invading almost every thought, but he absolutely did not want her to leave anytime soon.

In fact, he hoped she was smoking three of those prerolls all at once right now and all weekend til the half ounce was gone, so when Monday arrived she’d be slipping a note to him ready to meet up again.

Or, who knows, maybe she’d find him in person next time, perhaps take a seat next to him in a class if they had any together, or maybe at lunch..

One thing was for certain and it was that Eddie Munson had it bad; so bad, in fact, that every time he tried to close his eyes to sleep that night all he could see was her pretty face looking back at his with glassy eyes from their hazy afternoon.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x you #Eddie munson blurbs #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson x stoner!reader #eddie munson x anxious!reader #eddie munson writing

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tiltedsyllogism · 21 days

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for fic wip meme: 'wayne is not okay actually' because i'm apparently in a torment that little stoner kind of mood as of late.

(from this fic ask meme)

this is only a few days old (and a prime example of how making a you-have-to-finish-something-first rule never works.) It comes from a combination of two things: 1) @cicada-circuitry's Molly/Margo fic (or rather the tags on and comment conversation about that fic) about how it's quite possible and reasonable that some(/all) of Molly's extracurricular relationships might in fact be a point of tension between her and Wayne, and

2) ongoing conversations with @havingbeenbreathedout about how one of the strengths of FAM's characterizations is that we get to see (most of) its major characters engaging in self-deception about what the world is like or their role in it

they cross-pollinated in my head in a way that has me wondering about the kinds of stories Wayne tells himself about himself, about Molly, and about their marriage in order to manage any bad feelings he might have about her relationships with others. And also about how willing he is to own up to having those bad feelings at all! Because Wayne is amazing and all, but none of us are exempt from self-deception.

Anyway, here is everything I have that isn't notes a bit of dialogue. It's Wayne PoV, set around 1986, and the premise is that a) Margo and Molly have a long-term casual arrangement, b) Margo is becoming deeply invested in Sergei, c) Molly has just picked up on that and is feeling jealous and d) she and Wayne are discussing that. Below the cut:

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Wayne follows her into the darkened kitchen, where she’s staring into the fridge. “Okay,” he says slowly. “Does it sound like it’s going in that direction?”

“Fuck if I know,” Molly says. “Probably not. You know what Margo’s like.”

Wayne doesn’t really know what Margo’s like. Wayne’s met her a handful of times but she’s always distant, always crisp. And there’s no way she’s like that with Molly, at least not all the time. Most of what Wayne knows about Margo are facts he could learn from a newspaper or the things he invented back before he took responsibility for his own fears and stopped letting himself brood about her. So no, he really doesn’t know, and it annoys him that Molly doesn’t seem to understand that. But that’s not a helpful response, so Wayne nods to himself in the dark, dialing down his heartbeat, softening his tone before it comes out of his mouth.

“So then what are you upset about?” he asks.

“Leave it the fuck alone, Wayne.” Molly doesn’t turn around. “You don’t understand.”

“That’s right, Molly, I don’t understand.” His voice is getting higher, which means he’s probably upset and should probably stop talking, but he doesn’t do that. “Because last I checked your thing with Margo was, was casual and not –”

“Not what?” Molly asks. She closes the fridge and turns around. “Not what, Wayne? You can’t fuck someone for seven years and not…”

Not what? he wants to ask. But that would be childish, so he waits.

“And not care about what they feel.” Molly has folded her arms and looked away. As if he could even see her face in their dark kitchen anyway. She can’t ever look at him when she says something important.

“Well that’s funny, Molly, because you’ve been fucking me a lot longer than that and in case you hadn’t noticed, I’m having some feelings about this too. Do you care about that?”

#for all mankind #wayne cobb #my fic #molly cobb #margo madison #molly x wayne #margo x molly

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crispplant · 4 months

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TWST BUT ITS MY STONER HCS FOR THEM I GUESS

guys I don’t know how to make the text a diff color how do I do that. NVM I FIFURED IT OUT

Anyways um my hcs for twst gang on whether or not they smoke b. C I’m high rn & I want to

HEARTSLABYUL

Riddle: u look me in the eye & tell me he hasn’t tried taking a hit at least once. He broke the rules like once when he was younger he’s definitely done it again. Trey & Chenya offered him a hit once btw I was there. I think it was just a one time thing for him tho, he did it once & decided he didn’t like it so he hasn’t done it since

Ace: not a stoner and has not smoked before, but deffo wants to. If u asked him to join a sesh he’d be like hell yeah & then be internally shitting himself bc it’s his first time smoking. Gets the munchies when he’s high (bro would luv Taco Bell btw)

Deuce: somehow I think he hasn’t yet. wants to try it but also a lil nervous abt it idk. would only smoke with ppl hes totally comfy with (ace, yuu, u get it)

Cater: trying to fight off the demons telling me he’d be a stoner but like. I just feel like he Could be ynk. Actually. I think he’s the type to only have hit pens before. I think he has a pen. Bro probably suddenly panics and pats down all his pockets going “where’s my pen”. I mean this in the most endearing way I luv him okay

Trey: also fighting off the demons telling me he’d be a stoner. I thinkkkk……I think he would not be a stoner but he’d be so chill w someone being like do u wanna join a sesh. I think he’s used to chenya smoking so he’d be so good at babysitting anyone who needs to be watched if they get a lil too high ynk. the big brother instinct kicks in & he’s like “okay you need to Sit down” (and sat I will be🫡)

SAVANACLAW

Leona: oh man. Oh man. Leona’s a stoner & I know bc I smoke w him btw. it just feels right ynk idk I just think he needs Smthn to keep him sane at that school and I just think part of it is weed. He shares w ruggie sometimes bc they’re actually bestest friends in the whole wide world obvi.

Ruggie: I think he picks up for whenever leona buys another ounce. He’s like walking thru the halls of nrc w an ounce on him & if anyone asks him abt it he’s just like haha idk what u mean. really only smokes w leona but will always say yes to a sesh if he’s invited. Deffo gets munchies & cooks up some banger meals for him & whoever he’s with. Coughs like a mf tho. He’ll be like choking so bad & leona has to be like “r u good”.

Jack: no. He’d just side eye someone if he smells weed on them. The way dogs do ynk. That’s all

OCTAVINELLE

Azul: no 1 azul hater tries to make hc for azul that doesn’t include being mean to him challenge. Level impossible. um . He um . I think no, he definitely watches the tweels get high & goes what the hell.freaks. but I don’t think he’s ever rlly felt compelled to smoke anyways

Jade: o ya. Ya. Hes so a stoner. I do think he prefers shrooms & grows his own but he enjoys getting high from anything natural 🫶

Floyd: u look me in the eye & tell me this freak isn’t a stoner. He’s probably stoned more days than not esp during class idfk. He gets rlly quiet if he gets high enough tho. He just has many thoughts.

SCARABIA

Kalim: another one I’m split on idk. I rlly think it could go either way. Ummmmm ok he smokes occasionally & gets a lil paranoid whenever he’s high enough but knows how to just 🤫 sit quietly with his thoughts and talk himself thru it

Jamil: stoner. Same reasons as leona I think, he just needs smthn to decompress sometimes. will NOT smoke w kalim bc he feels the need to babysit him always. Probably smokes every night after kalims asleep just so he doesn’t have to worry abt anything 🙏

POMEFIORE

Vil: not a stoner but will occasionally smoke. weed has health benefits but the actual smoke will fuck up his vocal chords if he does it enough so he only does it sometimes 🤫

Rook: no. As much as I want to say yes I feel like he’s enough of a freak to enjoy being sober all the time ynk. He’s probably like *french accent* “augh non✨smouqing marajuanna will dull my senses✨I preghfer to stay aleghrt and awaghre at aull times” idk

Epel: oh this kid has been smoking since middle school for sure. He’s made an apple into a pipe once. Doesn’t smoke as much as like leona or jamil but he’s definitely up there. Vil isn’t super fond of the smell of weed so he has to sneak around outside to do anything (unless vil joins).

IGNIHYDE

Idia: this man has never touched weed in his life. He starts getting paranoid before his first hit. I don’t have much to say abt him I don’t know. Oh I do feel like he’s done acid tho?? Idk. He gets nervous abt weed but he just kinda popped a tab once & went on a journey & was fine abt it.

Ortho: um nuh uh. Can he um….would he even be able to….like..inhale…………..sry um anyways. He is not allowed to do drugs anyways

DIASOMNIA

Malleus: He’s gotten high before but he got so paranoid & then hungry & then he passed out for 12 hours so he’s not fond of it. I think if yuu asked him to join a sesh he’d agree tho. He’d be like “haha. Childof man. Of course I will smoke with you. And nothing bad will happen.”

Lilia: HELLLL YEAH HES A STONER. Oh he’s sooo a stoner he knows his shit too he has like five different strains & he’s like do u want this one or this one or this one. Is so so good at taking care of ppl too. Has been thru it all so🫶would be very good to smoke w if it’s ur first time. Also very big advocate for no peer pressuring. Always makes sure everyone’s comfy & not freaking out.

Silver: not a stoner definitely but he’s probably smoked like once or twice. Probably takes the best naps after. But took a bong rip once & did not have a good time. Too much too fast. The room was spinning & he had to lay down.

Sebek: so not a stoner but has smoked one(1) time when mal did. he got so quiet & in his head & ppl kept being like “😟are u okay” bc he wasn’t yelling. Lilia was good abt checking in on him. He was fine he just had so so many thoughts in his brain.

Ok that’s all ty 4 reading🤞🤞

Anyways remember if ur gonna be under the influence of anything 2 stay safe, stay smart, & if soemone tried to peer pressure u into anything then bite them rlly hard🫶

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batsplat · 2 months

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Rossi’s Credit: Laguna Seca 2013 // Assen 2015

Or: "At Assen, I realised he was only my friend when he beats me."

Laguna Seca 2013:

0:00

Q: After the race I saw Lin Jarvis [...] going into race direction to watch the overtake again. Did you know something about that or...

Rossi: Ah, so, he cut the track - he have to be disqualified! No, anyway, I think in 2008 I did one of the best overtaking… I want to say of the history I don’t know, maybe yes, and today Marc make the same. And you know, when you do a move like this, you have to risk and maybe something is not perfect for the rules, maybe I don’t know… but that corner is very tricky because [...] in the corkscrew you never see [...] where it’s finished, and I think it’s like this, I mean [...] it's right to do this overtake, and I will try to do a good overtake in the next races to Marc.

1:13

Q: Vale, Casey in 2008 complained because of your movement. How do you feel today being the other part of the action?

Rossi: For me, we have a very different character and approach to the race with Stoner. You know, I like, I mean it was a great overtake, when I was on the bike I say, fuck… I needed three, four corners [...] because I expect him from the other side [...] so he did something different. But need style, need different character for take the loser, for take one overtake like this. From one side I’m very not happy for the overtake, because he overtake me in a great way, but from the other side I know that now I have a [...] credit with him, so if I do one time with him, he cannot say nothing, so…

Assen 2015:

2:26

Marquez: [...] In the last lap I recover [the gap], and during all the race, I study perfect the last chicane, to put the bike on the correct place, to don’t give the space to him, but okay. I didn’t expect that he will cut. In the end, [...] what I feel is that we won the race, but okay now for me it doesn’t matter, five points more or less, but next races the most important is that we come back in a great level, and we will try to be there.

2:57

Q: It’s a little bit a provocative question for you, Marc. Do you think that if it had not been Valentino the race direction might have had a different view of what happened, and were you expecting them to do something, or…

Marquez: I don’t know. Now, we will see in the future. When somebody will do, then we can say, ah, Valentino did so nothing happened, so we can do.

Rossi: But we can see also in the past in Laguna Seca, he did so...

Marquez: Yeah, yeah! For that reason.

Rossi: We don’t have to see in the future!

Marquez: The thing is, though, was not the last lap and was not the overtake for the win, for the victory.

#marc marquez #valentino rossi #rosquez #//#2013 laguna seca #2015 assen #4693 #from the way it's cut maybe it looks like the two assen clips are from the same part of the presser #they’re not. marc's just fiddling with his hat a lot lol

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dilf-whore · 2 years

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two is better than one

pairing: eddie munson x gn!reader

genre: a little angst (?), fluff, up to y’all if you want to make the relationship platonic or romantic lol

summary: you help eddie fight the demobats, vecna dies here

A/N: here’s one of my requested fix-it fic for eddie. i accidentally deleted the request in my inbox jsakkdsknsa 😭 i also edited some stuff from the request i hope that’s ok. but anyways let me me know your thoughts /comments if you have. send in you requests as well but please to look at my navigation to see my rules for requesting. thanks!

requested: yes by: @science--hoes

requests are OPEN

masterlist

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“What the fuck are you doing Eddie?! Let’s go!”

You look up at Eddie, still on the other side. It takes you a moment to realize what he’s planning - to buy some time. No one signaled the three of you yet to move on to the next phase of the plan, something’s wrong you thought. Your eyes fall on a concerned Dustin and put a put a firm hand on his shoulder. Without hesitation, you grab the rope and climb back to the Upside Down. You fall onto the mattress and quickly get back to your feet.

“Dustin stay!” You point at the kid.

Eddie pulls your shirt to face him, “what the fuck Y/N! get back there!”. You meet his brown eyes, fatigue and fear is all there is. You cup his cold sweaty cheek, “I’ll go with you. If you die, I die. Whatever happens, I’ll always stick by your side”. Before he could reply, you quickly carry the mattress and set it aside, Eddie catches up on you and cuts the rope - preventing Dustin to go with the both of you. You grab Eddie’s arm and both run out.

“No no no no no. Y/N! Eddie!” Dustin screams.

𖤐

You and Eddie are frantically cycling away from the trailer, now being chased by a huge flock of demobats. He stops into a garage and gets off the bike, you follow. He grips on his spear and shield, a scared exhale escaping his lips. You do the same, grabbing your axe “I have no idea why we’re doing this but let’s-“

“Hope they kill Vecna on time” He interrupts.

“And get out of here” You add.

The demobats are now flying around the both of you. One approaches you and you quickly swing your axe - slicing it into half. You tried catching your breath, but there’s no time as more are now approaching towards you. Fuck.

You keep swinging as endless amounts of demobats attack you. You were both tired, your bodies felt like letting go and just drop but you had to keep going.

You hear a loud scream from Eddie who’s being choked by a demobat and followed by two more that are on both sides of his stomach, feeding on his flesh. As you make your way towards him, you feel a bump on your right pocket, putting your hand inside you grab it and take out your lighter. Looking at it, you remember Lucas talking about how fire scares off creatures from the upside down and killing them completely.

You spot Eddie’s spear that has fallen, you run to it and rip off a piece of your shirt - you wrap it around the end. You place your thumb on the lighter’s flint wheel and quickly roll your thumb down the button. Fire comes out and you lit up the clothed end of the spear. Thank God.

You sprint to Eddie and wave the spear - scaring away the creatures on him. “Get back!” you try to shoo them away. You felt stuck, fear and panic, you don’t know how much time you have left as the fire can go off any second now.

The flames were slowly disappearing and you try lighting it up again and again but the lighter won’t budge. Your heart was raising, this is it. You kneel down to Eddie and grab his hand - closing your eyes, you wait for an agonizing death to come.

Suddenly, you hear large thumps - confused, you open your eyes and see the demobats on the ground dead. “Those assholes did it, it’s over” Eddie says. You smile weakly, a sigh of relief escaping your lips.

Eddie glances over the burnt spear. “How did you light that up?”

“I have a lighter on my pocket, I guess being a stoner has its perks” You joke.

He laughs at your comment but gets cut off by the pain on his sides, making him wince. “Come on. You can put your weight on me, let’s go back” you say, slinging his arm on your shoulder as you lift him up.

“Eddie! Y/N! Oh my god are you guys okay?!” You see Dustin limping towards you.

“You little shit! I told you to fucking stay!” You scold.

𖤐

You wake up with a headache. You look around and see your surroundings, you’re at the hospital. Beside you is Eddie laying down on the bed, already awake. “You good?” He ask.

“Yup, just my head killing me” You reply.

The door suddenly opens, revealing Dustin and the rest of the gang. You see Mike with who you assume is Will and the girl with superpowers, Eleven.

Dustin excitedly limped over to Eddie’s side and toss the flowers on the bedside table, “We can clear your name”. Eddie faces you with a confused and surprised look, he goes back to Dustin who can’t stay still in exhilaration. “And how are we gonna do that?” he asks.

“Don’t worry dude, we know this guy named Murray. He just came back from Russia and fought a Demogorgon with Will’s mom and Hopper”

Your eyes grow wide, “Hopper’s alive?”

“He’s alive” Eleven replies quietly with a smile.

“Yeah, long story but we’ll talk about it later. Murray will come here tonight to talk to Eddie” Dustin says.

“Are you sure he can clear his name? The whole town is literally against him especially those religious ones” You doubt.

“I’m sure, he’s-“

“Good with words” Nancy butts in. “He helped us with Barbara before” she adds.

It might work you thought. Anything is technically possible now, other dimensions, Hopper’s alive and taken by Russians for Christ’s sake. Eddie has a good chance in this.

“Alright, I guess all we have to do is trust this Murray dude and be patient” Eddie sighs.

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#stranger things #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things scenarios #stranger things imagine #stranger things headcannons #stranger things x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson scenarios #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson headcannons #stranger things oneshot #joseph quinn

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atopvisenyashill · 6 months

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who would be the stoners of asoiaf?

thank you finally something in my area of expertise!!!!!

Aemon - he smokes for pain technically but he Will peer pressure younger stewards to get high with him bc he thinks it’s funny.

Doran - again, for pain, he doesn’t presssure anyone into smoking with him but he doesn’t like smoking alone so usually Areo Hotah will have a puff. Areo’s tolerance is so high now lmao no one but Doran can tell he’s high

Ellaria Sand - Oberyn doesn’t like feeling out of control but Ellaria gets frisky while she’s high so she will have a toke before they bang, it’s awesome for them.

Edmure Tully - he loves making edibles. The smallfolk love him bc he just gives them edibles for free whenever he comes around to collect rent/taxes. Blackfish thinks it’s really juvenile but Hoster kinda liked Edmure’s weird way of ruling (he’d never tell him tho). Definitely gives Cat a few after the funeral and they try very hard not to talk about their feelings while absolutely blasted.

Theon Greyjoy - Ned disapproved of Theon smoking bc Theon always Went Too Far, so once he gets to Winterfell he is just mainlining Sativas and losing his absolutely shit. Goes cold turkey bc of ADWD but after the war (he’s gonna live fuck you) he starts up again bc Bran suggests it might help with his anxiety BUT ONLY INDICAS.

Asha Greyjoy - tbh, iron islanders will just put anything in a pipe and smoke it, they don’t give a fuck. Asha is a little more choosey than her uncles at least lol

Bran - the reeds turn him onto it. he quits several times over the years but he thinks it’s less gross than tobacco so he usually goes back to it. It’s not always obvious when he’s high for tree wizard reasons, but his siblings can Always tell.

Jaime Lannister - no one can convince me this man didn’t turn to substance abuse to deal during the early years of Cersei & Robert’s marriage bc weed is a great way to dissociate (if that’s how you want it to work) and this man’s number one coping mechanism is dissociation. He quits because Brienne gives all his weed to Podrick and Podrick goes crazy on it one night.

Podrick - listen, he picked up a lot of vices from Tyrion. This one at least makes Brienne laugh.

Brienne - only recreationally, never around Jaime bc he has A Problem and she doesn’t want him to relapse (he relapses several times anyway)

Arya and Sansa Stark - they’re together because they do it recreationally together as adults. they get soooo silly with it too, Edmure makes them smoke with him whenever they’re in the Riverlands bc it’s so funny.

Bronn - you cannot tell me that man isn’t a lil high at least 60% of the time

Mad Maid Malora Hightower - i just know her and her dad are up in that tower high off their ass, i know it in my soul

lewyn martell - recreationally. arthur dayne was super uptight about it. oswell whent smoked even less than lewyn, but if he saw lewyn smoking, he’d get in immediately. gotta cope with aerys somehow!!

#valyrianscrolls #FINALLY THE NITTY GRITTY QUESTIONS AKSJDJ

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