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l8tof1 · 1 year

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i am scared to death of heights and i would 100% pass out if i went skydiving...however that being said if lewis took me i would be strapped to him and that is an experience that i would not want to miss out on! fjkdshfdksh

could you not be strapped to him without falling out of the sky though 😭😭

#i mean you’re right obv #i would say yes to anything he suggested 🫠#he’d be so THRILLED to scare you! insane little man #remember the video where he is all bright eyes and giggly talking about LIFE LEAVING HIS FRIENDS’ BODIES when he took them skydiving #🥲#lewis hamilton #ask

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cod-dump · 2 months

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Ah yes hello it’s me again with my antics

one day Nikolai is like doing work in his office (I imagine price and him share an office in the house but price isn’t there right now) and Nikolai is just doing some paperwork for his construction and randomly teen!ghost walks in and says “dad, can you help me with my homework?” And Nikolai is just trying not to burst into tears after hearing Simon call him dad then like two hours later Gaz walks in and nik is like “you need something kiddo?” And Kyle is just like “I just want your company pops” then like later price walks into their shared bedroom and just sees nik crying in the corner is he’s like worried and shit price walks up to him like “what happened??” And nik through tear he just says “they’ve started calling me dad!”

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Undeserving (teen!Ghost au)

some slight angst (also before Roach’s addition)

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It was sudden when the boys started referring him as ‘dad’ or ‘pops’ or ‘da’. It was so sudden that Nik had been an emotional mess for a few days since it started. Teary eyed, unable to look at them, wallowing — John was honestly worried about him for the first day.

“I’m fine,” Nik had assured him while looking like he was going explode from the unshed tears.

He didn’t feel fine. He felt so many things, all of them suggesting that he wasn’t fine. He was so happy but terrified. Nik never saw this for himself, this happy, domestic life with a family. He came here to repay his debt with Kate and her people, he never planned on anything like this happening.

He was just supposed to shadow a little boy until he was in a safe environment and in good hands. He wasn’t supposed to still be here. But he was, and it felt like the results from him deciding to stay and see how things would turn out for Simon were undeserving.

He didn’t deserve John. He was an amazing, wonderful man. Perfect in Nik’s eyes. His dedication to caring for Simon even though it was different from his usual work — that was strike one. Nik watched him go from caring for Simon as a basic guardian to loving him as his own son.

Strike two was witnessing the man defend his new life. He strayed from the front lines of hidden wars and bloody battles to something domestic, something soft and simple. Something that men like them tended to never get. And when John had it within reach, he took hold of it and refused to let go.

Of course, strike three was infamously John demonstrating his ability to protect his family and his home. He was a hardened soldier, and Nik witnessed his cold efficiency at his calling. Witnessed how familiar a gun was in his hands, how he seemingly detached himself from the reality that came with placing a bullet in another man’s brain.

John had Nik’s full heart, his adoration and dedication. Of course his children had that, too. Simon technically had Nik’s love first, even though the man still had yet to admit that. He had yet to acknowledge he cared about Simon long before he ever met his soon-to-be father and became enamored with him. It was impossible to deny that now when Simon and Kyle calling him ‘dad’ had him in shambles. He certainly felt he didn’t deserve it, didn’t deserve any of this.

“Nik.”

John’s voice never sounded sweeter than when they laid curled up in bed. Nik tried to not react but John had that special ability to always get a reaction from him. He shook when he felt John hold him from behind. He was so understanding, he didn’t deserve that.

“You know I’ve seen you cry before,” John whispered, still holding him so gently.

Nik let out a sob and John pressed a kiss to his head. He would hold him until he fell asleep. He would wake not feeling as conflicted. And later that morning when the boys greeted him, he couldn’t help but smile.

#🫠#ficlet #teen!ghost au #call of duty #modern warfare #cod nikolai #john price #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #drabble #pricenik #dad price #dad john price #dad nikolai #dad nik #ask #thanks for the ask <3

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uchihaharlot · 4 months

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Hello! I hope you are fine <3🤲💗

I wanted to ask you about some Uchiha HCs as parents (especially Shisui haha). Idk, things like "How they would react if their Y/N told them they were going to be parents" or "How many children would they have if they had them and how would they treat them?"

🥹 mmm Shisui. Yes. 🙌🏻 Since I’m in a fog, I’ll choose Obito and Shisui — I will probably add more later and reblog then. Focusing more on Shisui though.

(I sort of expanded on this a bit. Leading up to birth etc).

Suggestive themes — mostly N/SFW; pregnancy reactions; and some other cute shit idk how to categorize. Ok yea, I went a bit crazy on Shisui, he’s my blorbo.

Obito:

• Even if it’s planned, he’s going to spiral. It worked on the first time? Duh, Uchiha. Really just stupid luck.

• ‘Already?’ — Obito; ‘….I mean…that’s what happens when you have sex..’ — her. She’s so patient though with him.

• Obito will spend the next few days not necessarily moping, but in minor distress. The whole thing about having a baby this soon, even though it was planned. Has really got him thinking.

• ‘I need to get my shit together.’ He’s not wrong, but they’re not in a bad place. All the financial matters were sorted out before she even went off the pill. She’s going to spend a lot of time easing his worries when he should be settling hers.

• He thinks they can’t have sex anymore 😂 ‘I’ll hurt the baby.’ This woman will have to coax him to satisfy her needs and being hormonal, he’s going to get scared and cave.

• Every time she’s sick, he’s sick. lol. Obito is one of those husbands that are sympathy ill when their wife is unwell, pregnant or not. Though the morning sickness he had worse than her.

• When she actually starts showing, the tables are turned. Obito can’t keep his hands off her. This is amazing! ‘I put that in you…’ —🫠 👈🏻 her. Yea, he did, that big dummy stuffed her good.

• When she is too big to do anything for herself, Obito takes center stage in everything. He matured rather quickly, strange how the prospect of becoming a dad alters an individual.

• 😅 Hit it from the back too rough and ultimately the orgasm she had made her go into labor (I know this is false advertisement but it’s Obito, he’s that guy).

• Nearly passes out as his wife is sprawled up on the stirrups, looks anyways and dear lord, ‘are you recording this?’ She says. Yea, he is. Unintentionally the sharingan populates and he might as well.

• Holds his son for the first time and cries. I think most men do, he’s the most precious thing in this world. Obito didn’t think he could ever make up for what he did in the past, but this one human. This tiny, itty bitty baby boy might just be his Hail Mary. That he could even bring something so good into the world makes him soften even more.

Shisui:

• Family man. 100%. They’ve been trying, and it’s not taking. Not because they’re incapable of it, both healthy and young. He’s just so busy. The days they end up trying don’t line up with her cycle and I mean they’re not just going to not have sex. Any chance he gets to put a bit of him and a little Uchiha inside her are precious moments.

• Firm believer in holding her legs up for a half hour 😂 ‘it has to marinate.’ Big eye rolls from his wife, who just lets him do things his way. After a few months, she finally begs him to just take a week off when she’s the most susceptible of his seed taking root.

• The mere idea that she is rearing and ready to go has Shisui taking his wife at the most unexpected of times. Maybe a week off was a good idea. Needless to say, the house chores are piling up. She wasn’t particularly fond of being shoved head first in the dryer either.

• ‘Making baby is the fun part…’ is his excuse when she chides him for it. Dear lord, this man shooting blanks and still trying.

• Then the unimaginable is announced, well not unimaginable but it felt like too long to actually confirm they were successful. Shisui from this point forward makes sure his pregnant wife gets everything she wants and then some.

• There is no shock period. This was all planned, Shisui is eternally grateful that his wife will be ushering their next of kin into the world. All the hard work is on her now and he is going to make sure she is treated like royalty.

• Though he questions some of her cravings, ‘…really? Ok….’ He won’t judge her, but goddamn it’s not something he’d eat.

• Copious amounts of pampering. Spends ridiculous amounts of money to have her swollen feet pedicured once a month, if she doesn’t want that he will do it himself. Her care is nonnegotiable and she is getting big with life inside of her! She needs some reprieve from the constant drain on her body.

• We aren’t even going to lie, they pretty much have sex up until the baby is born, though not like how Obito did. It’s maybe twice a week, which is less often but enough. If she’s not in the mood for it herself, she would offer to relieve him. Though he might feel guilty, so he would just use his mouth in return if she wasn’t opposed to something less invasive on her aching body. She’ll agree, Shisui is talented in those regards.

• She was making tea in the kitchen when her water broke, Shisui was out on a mission!!! She had to get Itachi to send word of bird and less than an hour he’s back. Exhausted and tired, he made it for the birth. He knew that he shouldn’t have taken that mission but she was adamant he do what he felt necessary for their village. Such a understanding woman!

• Is planting kisses to her forehead, cheeks and lips whenever she starts pushing. Holds one of her legs when the baby is finally crowning, and watches the miracle of birth. The fruit of their passion and love is wayfered into this big world. So beautiful and precious. A son, I often hc Shisui would name his first son Kagami. (I’m pretty sure the series alluded them being related).

• 🥹🥹🥹🥹 👈🏻 shisui 👉🏻 🥴😴 his wife after labor. He is wholly enamored at the tiny being in his arms. Takes the time to figure out which features their baby got from who. Undoubtedly this kid has his mop head of curls. Her nose and eye color, his eye shape and ears. 100% them.

#shisui headcanons #obito headcanons #shisui uchiha #obito uchiha #uchiha shisui #uchiha obito #uchiha clan #uchiha family

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foxgloveprincess · 2 months

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For whenever you feel inspired to play with him: Feeezy + pressed together in a tight space + “Ohhh, kitty cat, you have no idea what I could do to you.” 🫠 I think I just hurt myself writing this lollll.

Sweet Jesus, Siri. Fuuuuucccckkkkkkkkkkkk 🥴 This is giving A.W.A. Freezy before he took his princess.

Warnings: Dark AU, Prequel, Predatory Behavior, Housing Instability, Income Instability, Innuendo and Suggestion, Manhandling, Barely Edited. Minors do not interact (18+).

Word Count: 1,600

Please DO NOT click ‘Keep Reading’ if you are not 18+ years of age or if you are uncomfortable with the pairing, themes, dynamics, or warnings. You are responsible for your own media consumption. Thank you!

The stone concrete of the park table bench grinds into your thighs. But it’s a free place to sit and spend your time. Plan your future—if you even have one. The coins spread across the table. You flip each one face up and sort them out. It’s all so bleak.

You check the time on your watch and sigh. You’ll have to head back to Vera’s soon. She’s not your first choice for couch surfing, but she always says yes when no one else does. Staring hard at the coins, potential plans formulate. If only you could land a solid job or two, not like the one at the hotel that only calls you when they need extra hands.

The cheery, mechanical tones of the ice cream truck chime across the playground. You glance up, the same Mr. Freezy truck that stops by every day. The same ice cream man. It’s no substance, but you get up from your seat for the soft serve, scraping every penny up from the tabletop.

You hang to the back of the line, arms crossed over your chest and gaze cast to your feet. Shuffling along, you finally get to the front. You glance over at the menu, catch sight of his back, his hands digging around in his freezer.

“What can I get for you?” he asks, tone harsh and impatient.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Pronge,” you say, clear and loud—knowing the exact steps to this little game the two of you play.

He straightens and spins quick, leaning out his window a bit to get closer to you.

“Oh, hi.” His lips tilt in the inkling of a smile. His tone far more friendly, though still not soft. You don’t think he knows how. “Soft serve?”

“Yes, please,” you reply with a nod.

He gets to work, eyes glancing your way every so often. “You want it dipped?”

“Yes, please.”

He smirks. “Been meaning to ask,” he begins, stirring the chocolate with a ladle. “What’s your opinion on stuffed animals?”

Caught off-guard by the question, you don’t reply immediately, though you keep your smile on your face.

“I, uh, I think they’re cute, Mr. Pronge,” you finally say.

He turns and hands over the cone. You thank him and grab a couple of napkins from the holder.

“Cause I was thinking.” His shoulders shrug, but his eyes remain focused, intense. “I have a bunch laying around and I got no need for ‘em.”

“Oh.” You stare at him a moment, shifting uncomfortably under his gaze, wishing you could accept. “I would love to, except I don’t really have space for anything right now. I’m sorry, Mr. Pronge.” You want to look away, ashamed of your situation, but you can’t. That wouldn’t be playing the game.

His eye glint behind his glasses. His jaw ticks. You wonder if you’ve upset him. A glance at your ice cream cone turns your empty stomach—free food.

You bite your lip and say, “I’m living on my friend’s couch right now. I can only keep what I can carry.”

Tears dot your waterline, but you sniff them away. Refusing to break down in front of the generous man. He already pities you enough to give you charity. One a day, everyday. You don’t need to look any more pathetic in his eyes.

“I understand,” he says, reaching out his window to pat you on the shoulder. An awkward gesture, but one from which you don’t shy away.

“Thank you again, Mr. Pronge.”

He hums and you take the first bite, teeth cracking chocolate. “See you tomorrow.”

You wave and back away. Already, your ice cream starts to drip down your wrist. You lick at your skin before wiping with a napkin. Another half hour on the park bench, then you’ll head over to Vera’s.

The lights are so low you can barely see. Music thumps around the walls, barely intelligible. No melody, all about the beat. Sitting at a table with your water, you watch Vera, strutting around the dance floor. She flits from one partner to the next. Her smile shines bright, and it makes you wonder whether she had been telling you the truth.

Trying to fix the borrowed outfit, you wiggle in your seat. The fabric clinging too tight to all the places you don’t want the attention. You glance around, people watching. Waiting, really, for Vera’s friend.

The flash of glasses catches your eye. Illuminated by the lights flashing up above. You squint. It couldn’t be. The hair falling around his shoulders, the colorful collared shirt. You’d never seen him out of his uniform. It was hard to tell. If only they’d make this place a little brighter. You shake your head and take a sip from your glass of water.

“You should be dancing,” Vera slurs. Her body slumps against you. Already intoxicated from a few drinks. She wraps her arms around your neck and presses her face too close to yours. “Come on.” She tugs at your limbs, but you stay put.

“I thought we were meeting your friend?”

She huffs and releases you, opting instead to cross her arms and pout. “We will.” You’re surprised she doesn’t stamp her foot with the indignation in her tone. “As long as you catch his eye.” She nods toward the VIP section and the man lounging on one of the couches, surrounded by women. “So, come on.”

You swallow and stand. This was not the opportunity you expected, but you’d spent your last cent today. You’d have to do whatever it took not to drown.

Following Vera to the dance floor, you take a deep breath, trying to block out all the bodies crushed together. They press and grind. You sway. Skin crawling at the perceived attention. A fish out of water.

You hate this music. You hate these people. You hate your life.

Your hips move from side to side, shaking off hands that grope and the press of strangers. You’re not doing this for them.

Avoiding the VIP section, you glance around the dance floor. The figure you spotted before stalking right around the edges. You move your way closer, but he continues his path. Like a predator in the wild. He scans every body and swerves around obstacles.

But you see him, now. The glasses, the downturn of his lips, the tilt of his shoulders. Mr. Pronge.

You lose sight of Vera in the mass of bodies, but you keep dancing noncommittally. Anything for the chance to save yourself. You spin around, hoping to carve out some personal space. Just something to keep the others away from you. Dizzy, you notice the approaching figure.

“What’re you doing here?” he asks.

You meet his eye and try to smile through your shock. “Hi, Mr. Pronge.” You lift your hand in a small wave and keep your body moving. You glance over your shoulder, searching for Vera.

“I asked a question,” he growls.

He steps forward, you step to the side. He keeps advancing. And it’s like he’s herding you where he wants you.

You reach the edge of the dance floor and his hand wraps around your bicep. Leading you away from the crowd and the crush. The volume drops lower and the relief it gives brings a genuine smile to your face. But it’s then you realize you’re pressed against the wall of a narrow, deserted hallway by the ice cream man.

His brow raises, waiting for an answer. You nod and glance around the small space. Chest pressing to his.

“My friend wanted to introduce me to someone,” you reply. Hands flexing at your sides. You wonder what you should do with them. Where you should place them.

“Why?”

“He might be able to get me a job.” You keep fidgeting, more nervous by the second with him in such close proximity. The moment dragging between the two of you.

“No one in a place like this has good intentions,” he warns, gaze burning straight through you—was that disappointment or contempt.

Your eyes drop from his in shame. “Thank you for the advice, Mr. Pronge, you’ve always been so kind to me. I should get back.”

You try to move away, to escape, but he keeps you pinned in place. His chest expanding with his breath, the buttons of his shirt straining. His arms raise, finding this place to bracket your body, one by your waist, the other beside your head. Swallowing the spike of panic that threatens to grow into an all-consuming wave, you meet his eyes again.

Something dark shines back at you. In the low light, his hunger finds you its prey. You freeze. Unsure of how to proceed. Balancing on a thin line. Still needing his charity.

“You shouldn’t quite trust me either,” he whispers, leaning into your ear, arm muscles flexing. You swallow a whimper. He inhales a millimeter away from the skin of your throat and chuckles, dark and syrupy. Your stomach drops, a mix of apprehension and appetite. “Oh, princess, you have no idea what I could do to you.”

Your tongue swipes over your lips. More thirsty than you’ve ever been in your life. You wait, heart pounding in your ribcage.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

And that’s it. All at once, he backs away. A scream echoes in the distance, above the cacophony of the club. Your head turns in curiosity. The music cuts and you turn back to the ice cream man, only to see him slipping out a side door and disappearing into the night.

Thank you for sending this over, Siri! I had lots of fun! 💜

#mr. freezy x reader #robert pronge x reader #mr. freezy fanfic #mr. freezy fanfiction #attic wives anonymous #dark #dark fic #✨rachel replies✨#stargazingfangirl18 #18+#minors dni

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autismmydearwatson · 4 months

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Love Thrawn: Alliances so far

Vader: *ahem* does this have anything to do with Kanan Jarrus, the Jedi who gave Thrawn the slip? Or maybe the Bendu, which I might remind you Thrawn ran away screaming from?

Thrawn, whispering: I'll kill you.

So many had died. So very, very many.

But Padmé wouldn't be one of them. Anakin had promised himself that.

Ahaha. AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH. Anidala on the brain tonight 🫠

Vader: GET YO FUCKING DOG BITCH

Thrawn: he don't bite

Vader: YES IT DO

Thrawn: his NAME is Rukh.

Karyn: sir can I make a suggestion

Vader: you can listen to your commanding officer

Karyn: sir can I please make a suggestion

Thrawn: of course honey it's okay go right ahead.

THE FUCKING. ITS PRONOUNCED MITTH'RAW'NURUODO 😭😭😭😭😭

But the texture of his mind was unlike anything Anakin had ever touched before. It was neat and well-ordered, the patterns of thought flowing smoothly and precisely in ways not unlike those of scientists or mathematicians. But the content of that flow, and the muted emotions accompanying it, were completely opaque. It was like a neat and precise array of unfamiliar numbers.

AUTISTIC 🫵

Darth Vader: (a black medieval dragon space rasputin cyborg with metal hands)

Thrawn: surely they won't recognize you.

"Our myths of the Republic speak of two groups of beings with such powers: the Jedi, and the Sith. But the Sith are reputed to be clever and capable warriors."

Can't believe Thrawn just killed Darth Vader with one blow

Did Thrawn just get shot??? In the chest??? Twelve times???

Anakin: DUDE ARE YOU OKAY

Thrawn: relax my armor is better than yours... sometimes

Anakin: yeah but are you okay??

Maybe one day, if the war ever ended, Padmé might find that kind of peaceful life for herself. If so, she would dedicate the first of her firstborns creations to Duja's memory.

Thrawn: I'm fine. I shall walk it off (crying skdgthfhtjj he would fucking say that)

Thrawn watching Anakin Skywalker puppet around a corpse with the Force: 😐

AUGGGGHHHH. OWWW. FUCK.

Thrawn was silent for a moment. "Just remember that the goal in war is victory, not revenge."

Oh sorry what were you saying? Yeah lemme just whoops uh---

What is happening right now is why the Clone Wars were fought in the first place. It is their reason for existence. The Clone Wars have always been, in and of themselves, from their very inception, the revenge of the Sith.

-Matthew Stover, The Revenge of the Sith

#star wars #thrawn alliances #thrawn

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bbyquokka · 1 year

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I can’t help but always look at your banner of Han sucking on his lolly pop it always does something to me 🫠 I was wondering how he would react to his bold gf indirectly kissing him but he gets whiny when you don’t give him a real kiss

dw anon, it does something to me to 🥴😶‍🌫️

SUGGESTIVE THEMES BELOW CUT – MDNI

warnings: suggestive, fem!reader, she/her pronouns, teasing, food (lollipop), Chan, Changbin and Hyunjin mentioned, Jisung is a whiny baby ;-;

your tongue swirls around the hard candy, lips wrapped around it perfectly. you hold onto the stick, occasionally giving the lollipop long licks before swallowing your sweet saliva.

you're talking with Hyunjin, making idle chit-chat. talks about work, recent art projects, food, weather – anything that springs to mind, you talk about.

your boyfriend, Jisung, is sat next to you talking to Chan and Changbin about what track they should work on next. he's trying really hard to concentrate, but every now and then, he can see you from the corner of his eye, sucking on the lollipop.

he's trying to focus on the task at hand and not let his dirty thoughts get the better of him, but with each lick, suck and pop of the lollipop, his rationality slowly dwindles down to nothing.

“Jisung?” Chan waves his hand in front of his face, Jisung snapping out of his daze. “for one second could you not think with you dick and like, concentrate?”

you smirk, looking to the side. the tips of Jisung's ears are red, his heart shaped adams apple bobbing when he swallows thickly.

“s-sorry Hyung.” Jisung apologies, clearing his throat before looking down at the sheets of paper with lyrics sprawled on them.

“are you though, Sungie?” you teasingly say, shuffling close to him so you're practically side by side.

he looks up at you, flustered. his eyes flickering from your sticky lips that's coated in saliva. you smirk, taking full advantage of this.

you guide the lollipop to your lips, giving it a few licks before popping it in your mouth. you hum softly, tongue swirling around the hard candy before pulling it out off your mouth with a ‘pop!’

Jisung swallows thickly, his cheeks turning red. he's fighting a losing battle with his dirty thoughts and with you not helping, he's going to lose at any minute

“gross. hot, but gross.” Changbin pipes in, him and Chan struggled to take their eyes off you during the process of you teasing Jisung.

“please, Jisung is too easy to tease. why wouldn't she tease him.” Hyunjin laughs, to which you nod at in agreement. “i mean, look at him!”

Jisung blinks short, rapid blinks. cheeks a red crimson colour. his hands clasped together over his crotch in an attempt to hide something, but to no avail.

“cat got your tongue, Sungie?” you giggle.

“think you teased him a bit too much, y/n” Chan laughs softly.

“yeah!” Jisung manages to say now that his brain is finally working again. “stop teasing me whilst I'm working.” he pouts.

you coo softly, stroking his cheek. “awe Sungie, wanna kiss as a apology?”

Jisung nods, puckering his lips. you let out a cheeky giggle, sucking your lollipop once before gently pushing it past Jisung's lips.

he whines whilst the others laugh. he grabs the stick, pulling it out off his mouth.

“y/n!” you laugh softly as he whines, shaking his body and gently stomping his feet as he pouts at you.

“you didn't say what type of kiss you wanted.” you state with a shrug. Jisung let's out a hefty sigh

“a real one!”

“a real one?” you repeat

“yes. like, your lips on mine!” you think for a second, laughing when Jisung whines loudly for the nth time.

“okay okay sungie.” you laugh before pressing your lips gently against his. your lips move in synch, the kiss soft and sweet. you hum softly as does he, his hands resting on your thighs.

“better?” you whisper against his lips.

“much.”

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whoahoney · 2 years

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glassy eyes, hazy afternoons pt. 4

Eddie Munson x anxious!stoner!Reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Summary: Reader and Eddie navigate the complexities of interacting with a new crush at school

Content Warnings: 18+, fem!reader, adult content/language, suggestive remarks, recreational/medicinal drug use, smoking and driving (DON’T DO THAT), pining, fluff, angst, mentions of trauma, descriptions of anxiety, intrusive thoughts

A/N: This took too long for me to put together but now I know exactly where to go from here! I hope you guys love Eddie with a shy stoner reader bc it’s my favorite 🫠🤍

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Y/n felt ready to face the day Monday morning, practically beaming after the realization set in that she would get to see her friend, Eddie.

Eddie wasn’t a regular friend, she’s finding. She spent the previous night staring at the ceiling and contemplating how or if she should approach him at school.

‘Should I go tell him good morning before class? Is that too eager?’

‘What if I walk up to him and he pretends to not know me?

No, he wouldn’t do that, he’s too sweet.’

‘I mean, we trauma dumped on each other but what if he’s embarrassed?

‘Maybe I should wait for him to approach me? What if he never says anything? He did say he’d see me on Monday…’

Y/n combatted the negative thoughts whirling around her head the best she could, trying to stay logical in order to keep from getting worked up.

On her walk to school she debated on lighting a joint to take the edge off of the sour stomach ache brewing, but didn’t want to chance showing up to school and drawing more attention to herself with the smell.

Besides, she preferred to smell good especially for Eddie.

As soon as she crossed the threshold of first period, Y/n’s eyes locked with Chrissy’s and the next realization hit that she never called her friend like she promised.

Y/n scrambled to her seat, Chrissy crossed her arms and raised a knowing brow, just to make the shy girl sweat a little, “You’ve got some explaining to do, Missy!“

“I’m so sorry, Chrissy, I ended up having a pretty crazy weekend and it slipped my mind!“

Y/n’s shoulders relaxed at the sound of Chrissy’s carefree laughter. “Well maybe I’ll forgive you if your story’s good enough, tell me everything!” Chrissy propped her arms up on the small stack of books in front of her, leaning closer and resting her chin on her hand.

“So I ended up getting super stoned with Eddie after school on Friday, and I ended up going home and passing out after,”

“Wait, you and Eddie, like, hung out after you made the deal?” She whispered suggestively.

Y/n cheeks warmed up as she fumbled for the right answer. “I mean, yeah—we smoked and talked about music and stuff, you know, typical friendly topics and activities!”

Chrissy rolled her eyes and poorly suppressed a smirk as she waited for Y/n to continue. “Then my brother surprised us by coming home from college for the weekend, then he talked me into going out and we met Robin Buckley, from band? She’s really fun! ” Y/n nodded for emphasis, Chrissy mirroring her thoughtfully, trying to place the name to the face.

“And her friend Steve was so nice, he and my brother.. were fast friends!” Y/n scolded herself for including unnecessary information. Chrissy didn’t catch Y/n’s buffer and lit up at the mention of her old classmate. “Steve Harrington? I love him! He’s such a sweetie and threw the best parties.” She urged.

“They invited us to the Hideout to listen to some bands play, right? Well you’ll never guess who we saw play.” Y/n’s eyes and demeanor brightened as the story started to shift back to Eddie.

Chrissy’s eyes narrowed as she twirled the end of her blonde ponytail in thought. “I have no idea, was it someone famous?” She cocked her head in confusion.

Y/n shook her head with a smile before whispering, “Eddie! His band—“

“Corroded Coffin, holy shit! I completely forgot about them! They’ve been playing since middle school!” Chrissy whispered in excitement.

“Yes! They were really good, too! And then Eddie came over and we all hung out for a while,”

“Y/n! Thats so a date!”

“It wasn’t a date—“

“Bullshit, Y/n,” Chrissy sat up with a knowing gleam in her eye. “Did you hang out alone?” She crossed her arms against her chest again, silently challenging Y/n.

“Well, not at first, but then he asked if he could drive me home, so we—“

“He asked if he could drive you home??” She whispered urgently, an expert gossiper, the ultimate girls’ girl.

“…yes.”

“Then what happened??”

“Well, then we went to the park.” Y/n uttered, her will to share information seizing up. Chrissy’s face scrunched in non-judgmental bewilderment.

“The park?” She scratched behind her ear in thought. “The park.” Y/n confirmed. “Is there a reason you went to the park, or..?” Chrissy asked, still not understanding.

“No, we just ended up there, and then we played on the swings for a while,”

“Did he swing with you?” She asked incredulously.

“Yeah, then he jumped out of the swing and nearly scared me to death, I thought he was gonna break something! And then we went to my house—“

“—You guys hung out at your house at night??” Chrissy couldn’t help but interrupt again, she lived for stories like these, and this was much more interesting than the other encounters her friends droned on about at lunch. This was the good stuff—the romantic spontaneity and pining that existed in only movies, not the stale and repetitive plans everyone chases after and brags about on Monday.

Y/n felt the warmth of her nervous flush ascend her neck, a tight smile adorning her face and managed a nod. “And what did you do there?”

“We just smoked and listened to music…” Y/n whispered slowly to avoid chastisement from the teacher beginning the morning announcements.

“Still cute, I don’t see how you aren’t seeing everything I am! How late did he stay?” She asked passively as she copied the beginning of the hour vocabulary words from the board.

Y/n’s head was once again emptied of thoughts or ways to explain their unprompted sleepover without making it sound so much more than it felt like. “Well, that’s the thing…we kinda fell asleep.”

Chrissy’s eyes nearly bugged out of her head at the revelation, her mouth opening and closing like an alarmed goldfish. Before Chrissy could give her two cents, Y/n continued, “But that doesn't mean it was a date or romantic or that we did anything! Cause we didn’t.” The last part came out sounding more disappointed than she’d meant, the sadness pricked at Chrissy’s ears.

“He didn’t make a move?” Chrissy whispered in disbelief. Y/n shrugged her shoulder and turned back to her notebook as her eyebrows furrowed.

“I mean, I can’t be sure. There were moments I thought he was getting closer but I—“

“Closer how?!” Chrissy whispered louder than intended, which caught the teachers attention, “Ladies! I trust your conversation is stimulating, however, unless it revolves around the current vocabulary, I don’t want to hear about it.”

Chrissy and Y/n flushed and muttered soft ‘sorry’s, tabling the topic for later.

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“Don’t think we’re done talking about this, you owe me a phone call.” Chrissy muttered to Y/n on their way into the hall. “I’ll call you after dinner, if that’s cool?” Y/n asked as Chrissy eased in the direction of her next class, throwing up an eager thumbs up in response before disappearing amongst the swarm.

On her journey to the other side of the school, she passed the familiar faces she saw every day, most looking through her or not even at her. But she found more friendly faces today, the ones belonging to the friends she’d made Friday.

Y/n never thought of herself as someone that got excited when someone waved at her in the hall; an act so simple she’d never paid attention to it, but when Dustin and Mike passed her in the hall and sent her genuine smiles and friendly greetings, she sent a beaming smile back at them, her cheeks heating up at the flattery.

Then the same feeling happened again when Robin eagerly saved her a seat in art, her heart could’ve leapt straight out of her chest.

‘They like me! Holy shit, they really like me!’ She celebrated. ‘Maybe I am more than bearable.’

“Animals, all of them! Two people tried to take your chair even though I said it was taken, can you believe that? The audacity of humans never ceases to amaze me. Anyway, how was the rest of your weekend?” Robin asked eagerly.

“Not a lot happened after Saturday,” Y/n sighed as she dug through her bag for her sketchbook to work on the ‘Still-life of the Day’

“Sam and I watched those movies! We really liked them.” Y/n nudged Robin’s elbow with her own as Robin's face lit up at the compliment. “Ahh! That’s exactly why I do what I do.” She nodded thoughtfully.

Y/n giggled and continued, “Sam went back to college, but he’s coming back in two weeks! We should hang out again.” Robin nodded vigorously in agreement. “That’d be awesome! Steve can’t stop talking about him, he called me yesterday and couldn’t stop bringing him up! If I didn’t know any better I’d say he’s got a crush—“

“Ahahahaha!” Y/n’s nervous and forced laughter fell from her unexpectedly. Robin quirked a curious eyebrow at her. “I mean, was I picking up the wrong vibe? Or was something like…happening between them?” Robin’s eyes widened with intrigue, her voice lowering in seriousness. Y/n’s vocal chords seemed to seize at the question, only a long, soft squeak emanated from her as she shook her head with eyes wide as saucers.

Robin's eyes narrowed in brief suspicion before shaking whatever thoughts she had from her head, “I could be wrong! But hey, Sam would be a lovely change from the Heidis, Heathers, and Michelles he keeps going through. I keep telling him there’s no shame in exploring! And I know Steve, he may not know it, but he was flirting, like hard core flirting, and not just flirting, but melting! Anything Sam said Steve reacted as if it was the most profound thing, and I mean Sam is funny, funny as hell! But not nearly as funny as Steve thinks he is. Do you know what I mean?”

Y/n’s chest lightened at the manner in which Robin spoke on the topic, but it wasn’t Y/n’s secret to tell, and she wouldn’t ever betray her brother no matter how trustworthy the person could be. She only nodded in response, which was enough of an answer for Robin to know her theory wasn’t so far out of left field as she initially thought.

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The rest of the hour consisted of Robin talking and Y/n drawing and listening, something she was good at. Y/n wasn’t great at conversation, unless aided by Mary Jane, of course, but something the adults in her life prided her on was her ability to be a good listener. It was something she learned to enjoy depending on who she was listening to, and Robin was very fun to listen to.

“No, no, no, I’m telling you it was AWFUL, I mean, the mac and cheese was baked like a lasagna but hard as cement. I can’t not burn anything! And don’t get me started on my mother, ‘Robin Christine Buckley, do you not know how to set a timer?’ ‘Robin Christine, get your head out of the clouds!’ I mean, c’mon, woman, you’ve known me long enough to know I’m pretty incapable of keeping my feet on the ground!” Robin huffed exasperatedly as she scribbled in the messy shading of the fruit bowl she chose to replicate.

“Is your mom like that? Constantly on your ass, I mean.” Robin shrugged before glancing down at Y/n’s own work. “Holy shit! That’s so good! How did I not know you were so good at this?” Robin exclaimed, moving swiftly to peer over her shoulder at the sketch of the hanging plant that hung in the corner they faced.

“Oh, uh, thank you! I—I just trace the object with my eyes and my hand follows it on the paper, it isn’t a huge deal, I’ve had a lot of free time to try, too. It’s hard to slow down at first but something just clicked. I’m sure it’ll get easier the more you figure out how it works for you.” Y/n stumbled out, fleeing the praise with urgency. The feeling felt foreign and a little icky.

“Dude, don’t even downplay it, I love this. If you don’t think it’s good art, when Ms.Jacobs grades it, let me have it! I’ll put it up in my room so you don’t have to look at such mediocrity.” Robin said expectantly and tapped the page with her middle and index fingers.

Robin glanced up through the glass of the classroom door to see a dreamy eyed boy staring at the side of Y/n’s head with an adoring smile tugging at his lips. “Uh, I think that’s for you.” Robin nudged Y/n’s knee with her own to get her attention and then nodded softly at the door beside her.

Y/n slowly peeked through her peripheral vision to get a look at the boy that haunted her every thought since she met him. She locked eyes with him as she turned, a smile playing at her lips, though she forced it down to avoid looking eager.

Eddie was now aware he was caught, though he really didn’t care to hide his adoration. He was simply strolling the hallway the long way around to the bathroom during a particularly boring math lecture, when he caught a glimpse of his dream girl in the art room window. He couldn’t catch a view of her drawing but even if he could he probably wouldn’t have noticed it anyway, her heavenly profile capturing his attention.

His eyes traced down her forehead and along the slope of her nose, down the curves of her lips and the round of her delicate chin. The bank of windows on the other side of the room flooded the midday light onto her, placing her golden halo back around her and made the colors of her hair dance when she’d move.

Eddie held up a hand and lightly saluted with his index finger, his smile growing the longer he got to look at her. Y/n waved shyly, biting back her own smile, which Eddie noticed immediately.

‘She’s happy to see me.’

“You totally have to tell me what happened on Saturday after you guys left.” Robin mumbled with wide eyes darting back to the door every once in a while, though Eddie either didn’t notice or didn’t care. Y/n only nodded, her eyes unmoving from Eddie. He motioned for her to ‘come outside’, and before she knew it she was out of her seat asking for a hall pass.

Her heart hammered familiarly in her throat, sweat prickled at her hairline while she geared up to talk to him, even if it was only for five minutes.

She rounded the corner to meet him by the window he spotted her though, and was met with a face full of the scent she was becoming acquainted with as she slammed into his chest. Giggles poured from them both as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and rested his chin on her head.

They breathed each other in, whispering quiet hellos in the stillness of the deserted hallway. They swayed slightly as she brought her arms tighter around his waist, goosebumps swarming her arms at the gentle strokes on her back. The embrace was over all too soon, Y/n stepping back to lean against the lockers to look at him properly. He rested his shoulder against the lockers lazily, his arms crossed in front of his chest, accentuating his biceps.

“How was your Sunday, sweetheart?” His words met her ears feeling like velvet. “I-It was nice! Slow.” She shrugged, “What about you?” She asked as she struggled to maintain eye contact. She was nervous but she also couldn’t decide where to look because there was so much about him she wanted to look at; the curl pattern of his hair, the shape and straightness of his teeth, the curve of his cheek when the corner of his smile dug into it.

‘He’s so so pretty.’

“Oh, you know, just one of the few times I was ready for the weekend to be over.” He spoke with nonchalance to mask his quiet nervousness, his eyes darting all across her face with intrigue.

Y/n quietly giggled as her face heated up. “I just, uh, wanted to tell you good morning,” He scratched the nape of his neck, the anxiety starting to creep up on him. She smiled and directed her attention to the floor as her throat went prickly. “Good morning, Eddie.” She managed in a whisper.

He’s not the kind of guy to go out of his way to make a girl he has a crush on feel special, not anymore at least; he’s had his hopes stepped on too many times by the girls of Hawkins over the years.

But Y/n somehow accessed this buried part of himself. Eddie dusted off his romantic charm with hesitance and then determination, setting a goal to be whatever Y/n needed him as, and to make a damn good job of it. No matter what, he was going to show her he cared.

He could feel his heart beat in his chest and worried it was visible through his Black Sabbath shirt. “Good morning…” he trailed off, noticing as she fiddled with her necklace and hid her smile behind her hand. “I was, um, also wondering if you’d wanna come sit at my table during lunch, with Hellfire? Bring Robin!” He bit back a smile as he awaited her response, as if she even needed to think about it. The only problem for Y/n was making words come out of her mouth.

‘Spit it out!’

When Eddie’s hopeful demeanor began to falter, Y/n’s words leapt from her throat to make it all better again. “Yes! Absolutely. I’ll, um, ask Robin if she wants to join, but I’ll be there. For sure.” Y/n’s throat tightened up at the thought of the verbal overkill.

‘He gets it, you’re going to sit with him. Any more of that and he’ll think you’re desperate.’

A pang of embarrassment hit her in the chest, her face threatening to screw up in discomfort, though she fought it for Eddie’s sake. “Great! Great, I’ll make sure to save you a couple seats next to me, yeah?” Eddie confirmed as he began retreating down the hall to the bathroom.

Y/n could only smile and nod, the swarm that invaded her stomach now all aflutter. He nodded back to her before tripping over his Reeboks as he tried to turn the corner backwards, not ready to tear his gaze away. His face flushed with heat as her hand flew up to her mouth while he steadied himself and shot her a thumbs up, ‘Like an idiot!’ He scolded himself as he ducked into the bathroom.

Y/n shuffled back to the art room door, not sure if she needed to squeal out of excitement or throw up from embarrassment. She decided on three deep breaths before going back in.

Robin's eyes immediately met Y/n’s as she approached the table, her quivering breath easing as she sat down and let out a quiet and long exhale. “Well? What was that about??” Robin urged quietly. “He asked us to sit with Hellfire at lunch!” Y/n responded almost immediately, Robins face jolted back with shock. “Us? He asked us?”

Y/n nodded. “What were his exact words, though?” Robin scratched her scalp with a pencil in thought, the math not adding up to her. Eddie and her were friends for a while now, but he’d never actually invited her to sit with the Hellfire club at school—not that she minded, she liked to stay clear of the cafeteria if she could.

“He said he wanted to know if I wanted to sit with him at lunch and that I should bring you too.” Y/n shrugged, a content smile resting on her face. “Aha! He didn’t ask us! He asked you!” Robin smiled in victory. Y/n blushed and rolled her eyes, a dismissive shake of her head silencing the rest of Robins teasing she had cooked up. Instead, they settled back into a comfortable silence, the scratching of graphite against copy paper the only noise between them until Robin nudged Y/n’s elbow yet again and the girl stopped focusing on the hanging Ivy to look at her.

“I’ll come if you want me to, you know.” She uttered to her quiet friend. Y/n’s brows raised as if to say ‘Really? You would?’

Robin nodded, catching Y/n’s thought without missing a beat. “I’ll be there.”

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Y/n clutched her tray of extra crispy chicken nuggets and soggy greens to keep herself from combusting out of nervousness. Her eyes scanned the room for any sign of Robin, hoping to walk over together. Her eyes landed on the Hellfire table, which Robin already occupied a seat at.

She was listening intently to a story Eddie’s friend Gareth was telling, fiddling with her milk carton absentmindedly. Y/n then noticed the empty seat between Robin and Eddie, whose eyes searched the room much like Y/n had been previously. He anxiously nibbled on his cashews, ready to see her again even though it had only been an hour since their hallway rendezvous.

“What’s his deal?” Mike asked Dustin regarding Eddie. Dustin shrugged his shoulders and gave a simple answer about ‘Eddie being Eddie’. Robin spotted Y/n before Eddie was able to and stood to eagerly wave her over. “Y/n/n! Over here!” Her thousand watt smile beamed at her from across the room, her volume catching a few looks from surrounding tables, though Robin didn’t notice.

Y/n felt a tense but genuine smile take over and let out a big exhale on her way over at a determined pace. She kept her eyes on the floor in front of her, terrified at the idea of tripping for all to see. Eddie's shoulders relaxed at the sight of her quiet beauty rushing over to the table, hair whipping so delicately around her he wanted to reach out and run his fingers through it. Her glittering eyes flickered up from the floor to him, her heart delighted in the grin he wore for her.

Eddie pulled out her chair, his eyes never leaving her now that he had her in his vicinity. “Hey, guys.” She sighed contently as she plopped down in her seat. Robin scooted closer to Y/n, as did Eddie, which the Hellfire club took note of.

“Hi,” Eddie said softly, internally willing her eyes to move to his so he could indulge in the crystalline colors of her irises. She obliged him by turning, a matching smile rising at the sight of his own. “Hi.” She echoed just as softly.

‘Yeah, you said that.’

Y/n shook the thought from her head, breaking the spell they both briefly fell under. Eddie cleared his throat and stood behind his chair to introduce the members of the club Y/n didn’t know yet. “These guys also happen to be the rest of Corroded Coffin.” Eddie nodded proudly as the three boys greeted Y/n.

“We’d love to have you ladies sit in on a campaign sometime— if that’s something you’re interested in! You totally don’t have to, if that isn’t your kind of thing, I didn’t even ask if you knew anything about—“

“DnD, right?” Y/n interrupted, Eddie’s eyes widening with pleasant surprise as he took his seat again, taking the opportunity to scoot closer to her without drawing much attention. “You ever play before?” He asked with intrigue.

Y/n shook her head, “I’ve only read about it, not like propaganda or anything, but I did get my hands on a manual one time and read through a few campaigns. It’s been a while though.” She shrugged and pushed her mushy green beans around her plate with her plastic fork.

Eddie was beaming, he could work with that. “Does that mean you’d wanna check out a session? Or am I completely misreading this?” He asked. Y/n softly giggled and nodded, “When and where, Munson.” She shrugged again.

‘That was good, but stop moving your shoulders, you look like an idiot.’

‘Shut up.’

“Thursday after school in the drama room, ‘til about nine-ish.” He replied almost instantly, knocking his knuckles on the table nervously. Y/n and Robin exchanged wide eyed glances before the latter nodded. “We’ll be there.” Y/n nodded in confirmation.

Eddie's heart all but leapt out of his chest, “Do we bring snacks?” Y/n asked, wondering if this is an opportunity to bake something sweet. Before Eddie could respond, the table erupted with agreement and eager nods:

“Newbies actually bring snacks for the session, it’s tradition, really—“

“Uh, yeah! Of course they’re supposed to bring snacks!”

“Totally—by the way I’m allergic to nuts.”

Eddie shook his head incredulously and went to stop the boys from messing with her any further until he spotted her laughing and rolling her eyes playfully, “I definitely don’t believe you guys, but I’ll bring something anyway, I don’t mind.” She shrugged again, his eyes moving to the way it shifted her light jacket that lazily hung off her shoulder, her hair a mesh over the silver glint of the chain she wore around her neck.

How jealous he was of that chain.

His eyes scanned the skin of her exposed shoulder, so soft and so touchable…

“I dunno, what do you think, Ed?” Y/n asked Eddie for his opinion between brownies and cookies, or even some sort of crumble cake, but Eddie had no idea where the conversation arrived since he fell under her spell again.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” He asked quietly, biting his lip. “Desserts! What do you think; cookies, brownies, or a cake for Thursday?”

Something about the question lit Eddie’s heart on fire; maybe it was the fact she wanted to bake for him, or maybe it was hearing her talk about future plans like they’d hung out millions of times before. Whatever it was, Eddie knew he couldn’t wait to try anything she brought. “I’m a cookie guy, myself, but I have a serious sweet tooth. I’ll devour anything you put in front of me.” He said lowly, not meaning for the double entendre to slip, though it was definitely caught by Y/n, whose breath hitched at the phrasing.

“I just might have to bring some options, huh?” She said after a shallow breath. Eddie loved the familiar shyness taking over her that he’s missed since Saturday night. Her cheeks flushed pink at his chuckle. “Here, you don’t need to eat this garbage, you like cashews?” He asked quietly, dragging her tray away and sliding his bag of cashews over.

She happily accepted a couple from the bag, leaning her back against the seat and bringing her leg up to her chest, finally relaxed. His heart swelled at the thought of her being comfortable here with him.

Eddie spent the rest of lunch with his hand propping up his chin and the hand closest to Y/n was left on his knee that was so close to touching hers she thought she might die. He listened to her converse with Robin, making minimum interruptions in order to drink up anything the girl gave out. She mirrored him, having her hand closest to him on her knee, the proximity of their fingers already enough to feel the magnetic pull towards one another.

‘Just one touch, a light graze…’

‘No, weirdo, that’s too much.’ His brain berated him, not knowing Y/n was burdened with the same thoughts circulating her head.

‘I could just reach over and lock pinkies with him, friends who touch do that, right?’

‘Who even says we’re friends that touch?’

‘You slept in the same bed with him, interlocking pinkies is okay!’

She reminded herself. Before she could make her move, the bell sent a grating trill through the room, collective groans sounded throughout the space as the lovebirds jolted away from one another at the alarm.

“Ah, shit, I gotta run, I can’t be late to O’Donnell’s again!” Robin cried as she picked up her bag and raced out of the cafeteria. Eddie chuckled, knowing the feeling all too well.

Gareth, Jeff, and Grant quickly cleared their trays, leaving the two almost completely alone, a few stragglers loitered about. “What do you have next?” Eddie asked as he picked up their bags, slinging his over his shoulder and holding hers by the top down by his side, then reached over for his lunchbox.

“Thanks,” Y/n said reaching for her bag as Eddie simultaneously moved away, their game of chase in the park invading her mind immediately, the butterflies starting their slow eruption. “Eddie, I can carry my bag, you’re gonna make us late!” She giggled lightly, moving for the bag again, only to be met with a clumsy spin move to the door closest to their table. “Sorry, can’t hear you, I’m busy walking to history with both of my backpacks.” He called over his shoulder at the dumbstruck girl sporting an incredulous smile on her lips.

Y/n jogged to catch up to him in the hallway. “You have Ms. Lyon this period?” She asked, sneakily grabbing for the bag straps, but failing to detach it from his grip.

“In fact, I do. You probably haven’t seen me there before because I sneak in the back when I’m late, which is often. Other times I just skip all together because lately I’ve been using my lunch break to hotbox the van, you know? But then I don’t wanna show up smelling like skunk cause then what? The cops show up and drag me outta here with a laundry list of reasons,” he chuckled darkly, “Yeah, I’ll take a tardy or an absence over jail time.” He scoffed quietly, his confidence wavering.

‘Way to make yourself sound like a loser, you dumb fuck.’ His brain echoed.

“No, no, I get it! This morning I really wanted to smoke a jay on the walk over but I didn’t want to smell because—“ she stopped herself when she figured out she wasn’t headed in the same direction he was. “Because… then I’d smell like shit all day and I can’t be that kid.” She joked and tried to ignore the pounding in her chest.

Eddie let out a hearty laugh, “Well, if it makes you feel better you’ve never smelled like weed, and I know for a fact you hotboxed your brother’s bronco before the Hideout. I can smell that shit from, like, a mile away, you know, I’m a hound for the ganja. But, uh, yeah, you never smell like a stoner.” He shook his head at himself as they arrived at the classroom right as the tardy bell rang, taking the last two seats in the back of the room side by side, the bank of windows in the room shining on her like they did in art, and he had the best seat to watch.

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Eddie debated the rest of the day on whether or not he should ask Y/n to hang out after school. He craved that alone time they had on Saturday under the stars, or the time they shared in the woods when they met.

But he couldn’t bring himself to a solid decision by the time the final bell rang. He sprung out of his seat and walked to her locker, determined to at least tell her bye. Dustin tried to flag him down on his way past, though Eddie didn’t spare the boy a glance, only a wave over the shoulder and offering a “Can’t talk right now, bud, I’ll catch you later!”

Eddie sped around the corner and weaved through the bodies of his slow moving peers with urgency. He spotted her as soon as he arrived at her hallway, admiring her in her natural state. She exchanged books in her locker, grabbing her worn novel from English and sticking it in her bag, along with her flat and stiff sketchbook, which was a deep orange that made his heart tingle.

Y/n closed her door and spotted Eddie as she turned. Her resting bitch face lit up like a birthday cake with sixteen candles on top at the sight of him making his way to her.

‘Did he come find me or was he just passing through?’

‘Maybe it's a coincidence.’

“Fancy meeting you here.” He said with charm, you wouldn’t think he was internally cringing at himself, but he was.

‘Yeah, no shit, you go to the same school and you literally sought her out, freak.’

“Very fancy, indeed.” She leant against her locker, an attempt at nonchalance. “What are you up to after school?” She asked, ready to hear him talk about anything.

“Oh, just, a little band practice for a few hours at Gareth’s,” Eddie glanced around at the emptying hallway, hoping he wasn’t being a bother or keeping her from anything. “What about you? What do you got going on?”

“At some point I gotta go grocery shopping with my dad, but then after that I’m probably just gonna sit in my room and rot for a bit til the moon comes out.” Her eyes twinkled at the mention of the moon and bit her lip tenderly, remembering the way Eddie looked on the roof under the light of the moon.

Saturday seemed like ages ago, their time in Y/n’s special place felt as if the world was free of other people and it was all left for the two of them. They both ached for time like that again.

“Sounds like a pretty solid plan. I might have to have a look at the moon, myself, tonight.” He said, shoving his hands in his pockets and easing towards the exit nearest to the parking lot. Y/n walked with him, her chest warming at the sentiment.

“Is that so? Do you look at the moon often?” She quipped, asking out of both genuine curiosity and for the sake of banter. “Only here recently.” He smiled, leaning his full weight against the door to open it for her, causing the door to swing open abruptly and slam against the pale brick harder than necessary, though it didn’t faze Eddie, who seemed to have chaos follow wherever he went.

If he was the chaos, Y/n didn’t know, nor did she care. If he was chaos then she was absolutely, a thousand percent into chaos.

She giggled as he strode up to her and snatched her bag from her shoulder, yet again. “Eddie! Why? What are you doing??” She couldn’t help but laugh as he jogged to his van ahead in the mostly clear parking lot. “Gotta get you in my van somehow!” He slowed his strides to a walk and turned around to hold up her bag with an ornery smile fixed on his face, his tongue running over his teeth in anticipation.

“Is this the part where I just say ‘screw the bag’ and run? ‘Cause I’m seeing some red flags here.” She laughed as she came closer to the door he leaned against. “And yet here you are.” He joked, though the timber of his voice was more prominent in his delivery, sending a shiver down the back of Y/n’s neck.

She let out a nervous huff as she smiled down at the ground, pushing a loose piece of gravel around with her shoe. “Here I am.” He smiled as he caught the pink flushing her face.

He opened the driver’s side door and tossed the bags in, leaning over farther to set his lunchbox on top. “Care for a ride home?” Eddie gestured to the open door behind him, inviting her to climb in. Y/n’s face lit up at the offer and nodded eagerly, “That would be really nice, thank you.” She said softly and approached the open door. Eddie held his hand out to help her step in and she accepted it immediately.

The magnetic pull between them was present, inviting the butterflies that had been stewing all day to surge down through their veins and rush to each other despite the barrier of skin separating them from reuniting. Eddie squeezed her hand softly, sending an extra jolt of affection to her heart. As she settled into the passenger seat, her fingers slipped from his, the electricity disconnecting at the loss of touch.

Eddie loved seeing her in his van next to him, and he hoped someday soon he’d be able to reach over and hold her hand the whole ride home— or even in her hair, or cradling her cheek, resting on her shoulder, maybe stroking the nape of her pretty little neck.

The butterflies that previously tingled in his hands quickly shot down south, the sensation reminding Eddie to take some deep breaths and center himself before he had an embarrassing situation on his hands.

Y/n pulled her bag from the floor between them and dug around for her empty cassette case that held a shorter spliff—half tobacco and half herb. She touched the end to the tip of her nose and breathed in the earthy scent. “Care to spark up with me? I don’t have any gas money to offer.” She shrugged.

Eddie swung his door shut and turned to see his angel in his preferred state: one leg folded up against her chest, her basic jacket hanging off one shoulder, her hair careless and free around her, and a toke ready to be taken between her fingers. He felt like she was a gift, though he knew explicitly she didn’t belong to him.

“I’d love nothing more, princess.”

‘That damn nickname again.’ Y/n almost keeled over. No one had ever made her feel like a princess before. Important, yes; her father and brother always made her feel important, but never special like Eddie did.

Y/n suppressed a giggle, already feeling unbearably corny as it is. If her brother could see her today, she wouldn’t be able to live it down.

‘But then again, I could also never let him live Steve down, the giggly fuck.’

Before she could let the inexplicable laughter slip, she stuck the spliff in her mouth and dug around for her still missing orange lighter. The engine purred as Eddie started the ignition, the girl patting herself down repeatedly then searching the pockets of her bag again. “Still can’t find it, huh?” Eddie said with a tsk, reaching into his jacket pocket and retrieving the zippo that’s come to her rescue a few times before.

Eddie could see the flame reflected in her corneas as he flicked it to life, the depth of her irises even more prominent now. Her eyes crinkled at the sides when her mouth formed a small smile around the rolled paper between her lips. She leaned forward to inhale the flame into the toke, his focus unmoving from her mouth.

‘Okay, see, this is exactly what we’re not supposed to be doing!’

Eddie reminded himself, quickly snapping the top closed. The space filled with two generous clouds before she handed it over to Eddie, who plucked it expertly from her grasp and stuck it in his mouth as he shifted gears and pulled out of the parking lot with a lurch.

Y/n loved the way he looked with a smoke hanging out of his mouth while his hands were busy. Eddie blew the smoke out from the corner of his mouth and made a prompt move to crank the window down a little.

“You wanna pick something to listen to?” He asked as he turned to join the flow of traffic. Eddie then handed the joint back over for her to stick in her mouth as she dug around in the glovebox, carding through the newly familiar cases and titles. She secretly hoped she’d come across another unlikely album of his.

Which is kind of what happened.

She took two heavy pulls from the spliff, leaving the rest for Eddie. She filled her lungs ‘til they burned and then exhaled as the dizzying buzz washed over her head. That’s when she saw her girl Joan Jett at the back of the glove box.

“Eddie, my boy, you never cease to surprise me!” She said amusedly, his face flushing at the return of her ease in conversation. He loved it when she let go. He was so wrapped up at the sound of her calling him ‘her boy’, he didn’t even know what she was talking about, so he offered a quiet “Yeah,” and half a shrug, his attention trained on the road ahead.

“Joan Jett? I love her. She’s everything I wish I could be.” She said easily as she ejected his Black Sabbath cassette and started her pick. I Hate Myself for Loving You started, the familiar drum beat leading the intro making her immediately bob her head in time. Before Eddie could ask what she meant, she launched into rockstar mode, using the cassette case as her microphone and imitating Joan.

Eddie found it hard to focus on the last couple of turns to her neighborhood, completely entranced by how free she seemed at this moment.

“Midnight, gettin’ uptight, where are you,” She sang into her make-do mic with wide eyes and her hair shaking around her, Eddie thanked the powers that be that he was pulling into the spot by the curb he occupied the last time he was here, now able to throw it in park and face her while he smoked the rest of the spliff. His eyes turned hungry on her again while watching her perform for him.

Y/n noticed her fathers car wasn’t in the driveway from his day shift today. His schedule had been hectic since he’d been taking any extra shifts they allowed him to, sometimes working the day, others the night, which is why most of the time he took Friday afternoon, evening, and night to catch up on sleep.

But today's Monday, so he should be coming home from work in about a half hour, which elated Y/n that she’d have this time to spend with Eddie to herself.

Her eyes went back to Eddie, who watched her intently. She cranked up the volume and her energy, his smile broadening at her antics. “Hey, Jack, it’s a fact they’re talkin’ in town, I turn my back and now you’re messing around, I’m not gettin’ jealous, don’t like looking like a clown!”

Eddie couldn’t help but join her for the chorus, which made her scream in amusement and excitement. “I think of you every night and day, you took my heart and you took my pride away…”

“I hate myself for loving you! Can’t break free from the things that you do! I wanna walk but I run back to you, that’s why I hate myself for loving you!” They sang to one another, feeling closer to Saturday than they did earlier at school.

Eddie shook his head and took the last drag of the spliff roach before smothering it in the ashtray under the radio. He pulled out his carton of Marlboros, offering one out to her. She happily took it from him as he brought out the zippo again, lighting it for her like the gentleman he was.

“So, like, does your guys’ dad know you smoke?” He asked as she breathed life into the stick. Before responding she tilted her head back and forth in thought, shrugging her shoulders as she exhaled,

“That’s a great question, actually. I honestly can’t tell. We haven’t had an official conversation about it all, which I don’t see coming, ever. But the old man smokes cigarettes, so this is pretty easy to get away with,” she took another drag to collect her thoughts, Eddie flicked his ashes out the window and turned the music down slightly.

“The weed though, I’m not sure if I just do a good enough job hiding it or if he doesn’t notice. Cause I know there’s been many a time we’ve shown up at home smelling like we’ve been ambushed by a gang of skunks. But he always knew where we were going and what was happening at these parties, like, he was the only parent that knew where his kids were. I go back and forth between him not minding and him being disappointed, you know? It isn’t like he hasn’t touched the stuff. But I’m sure it’d scare him ‘cause of my mom.” She stopped and took two deep draws to silence the intrusive thoughts invading her mind after bringing up her mother.

‘Way to ruin it, dumbass. It’s not time for you to talk about your mommy-issues.’ Y/n scrunched her brows at the thought and turned to look out the window. The only sounds filling the space between the two were the muffled engine and the quiet sounds of Joan fading with the end of the song.

A silence took over; Y/n busy berating herself as Eddie searched for the right words to connect with her. Right when Y/n was about to abandon ship and tell Eddie she’d see him tomorrow, he spoke up. “I get that,” he said as she clutched the door handle. Her eyes met his, that earnest gleam evident in his stare.

“That’s exactly how it is for me and Wayne. He didn’t know about the cigarettes for a long time, but by the time he figured it out I was pretty well grown and had my own pocket money to buy them, so he just kinda let it go. But, uh, when he found out about the weed and my… business endeavors… he was pretty worked up.” He nodded, a severe grimace falling over his features.

“What happened?” Y/n asked.

“Word spreads, you know? But, uh, he went to pack some lunch for me—something he hadn’t done in a long time because I told him he didn’t need to anymore, and he found everything.” Eddie ran his hands over his face as he relived the memory.

“He was more scared than anything, I think. Scared that I was going down the same road as my parents. He was like ‘Is this really the way you want your life to go, Tim?’ and that just…killed me.” Eddie shook his head at himself.

Y/n didn’t know who Tim was, but she could only assume it was Eddie’s father. “What was in there? Was it just weed?” She asked. Eddie didn’t look at her and could only shake his head no with tense disappointment in himself.

“Wayne’s my dad’s older brother, they were thick as thieves growing up… until the war then Wayne had to go be a badass in the jungle for a couple years. And I think that really fucked with my dad. That’s when he started dabbling with pot and psychedelics, met my mom, and then finally they decided it was time to take the next step in their relationship and try some crazy addictive shit together… aaand you know the rest of the story.” He waved off the rest of the story dismissively, trying to put up a nonchalant front for armor.

They shared more silence, this one much more comfortable for Y/n; Eddie, not so much. “What did you have? At the time, I mean.” She asked softly, silently wondering how far his adventures with drugs have taken him.

Eddie took a nervous peek at her. “You asking if I sell crack, sweetheart?” A mischievous smile hiding at the corners of his lips. Y/n rolled her eyes and couldn’t help but laugh. As if on cue, her fathers station wagon pulled into the driveway.

“There’s the old man, now.” She said quietly, tapping her finger on the window where her fathers head popped up out of the car. Johnny wore a curious expression on his face in regard to the van on the other side of the yard, but quickly dropped it and headed inside, shuffling his feet tiredly.

“Huh, you’re right, Sam looks just like him.” Eddie nodded, recalling how she described her dad from before. “But I definitely see how you belong to him, too.” He smiled genuinely and met her eye, successfully pulling a smile from her in return.

Y/n pulled her lip between her teeth, never hearing anyone compare her to her father even if it was a remark as simple as that. “Why you always gotta do that, huh?” She laughed as she swung the door open and hopped down to retrieve her bag from the floorboard. “Do what?” He asked incredulously, placing a hand against his chest in faux offense.

Y/n rolled her eyes again, “Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’ll see you later, Eddie. Thanks for the ride, my feet really appreciate it.” She joked as she threw her cigarette butt on the ground and squashed it with her red converse. “Y’know, the trailer park’s right over there?” He asked suddenly before she shut the door, her head cocking in confusion.

“Where I live, it isn’t far, like, at all,” Y/n nodded though had no idea where he was trying to go with this, “W-What I’m trying to get at is, I cou—I could give you a ride, to or from! Or both, both makes more sense, obviously, but… ball’s in your court.” He cringed at the basketball reference and his fumbling. He could pass it off on being blazed, right?

Y/n’s smile stretched back across her face and she laughed adorably at his fluster. “I’d really love that, Eddie.” She fidgeted with the straps on her bag and looked back at the ground briefly to stop herself from smiling like a maniac, but she couldn’t help it. The boy did things to her.

“Great! Awesome. It also gives me an excuse to get to school on time, so…my first two teachers will thank you.” He relaxed at her smile, wishing their time together wasn’t coming to an end.

“Does, uh, 7:30 work for you?” She asked, peeking up from her hands to see a blanched Eddie sitting before her, “Th-That’s what time you go to school? Shit, yeah! That works for me.” He nodded in surprise, he’s gonna have to get some batteries for his alarm clock if he’s gonna get up at 7:15 from now on.

“We can leave later! I’m used to walking so it won’t take long for us to get there anyway, really.”

“Nah, no, no, no, the lady says 7:30, 7:30 it will be.” He held up his hands in finality. Y/n pressed her lips into a playfully annoyed line and shook her head at him once more. “You are…”

“A freak?” He asked with a wrinkled nose and teasing tone. Y/n rolled her eyes and scoffed at his self deprecation. “Bye, Eddie.” She said softly before shutting the door firmly and turning around, taking extra care to pay attention to her footing to avoid tripping in front of him.

Eddie watched her walk all the way to her house until she disappeared onto the front porch. He sighed, letting out a prolonged and aggravated grumble and pressing his forehead to the top of the steering wheel.

How can a girl make him so comfortable and nervous and excited and tense all at the same time???

Y/n shared the same thoughts as she closed the door behind her, leaning back onto the pane of glass with a long exhale.

‘That was so great and so stupid, what the fuck.’ She tilted her head back with a thud and a grimace, the embarrassment physically painful.

‘He obviously wants to see you again or he wouldn’t have offered the ride.’

‘He could’ve just offered because he’s nice, not because he wanted to.’ She sighed, her bully hitting her where it hurts.

‘You aren’t anything special, you know.’ Her voice echoed.

Before she could spiral too far, her dad rounded the corner to view his quietly distressed daughter. “You okay, kiddo? Your head hurt or something?” He asked as he slowly approached and set a hand on top of her head tenderly.

Y/n opened her eyes and shook her head assuringly, “No, no, I’m good. Just taking a minute in the quiet, you know?” Her heart’s pace picked up at the thought of the rather loud aroma wafting off her clothes.

Johnny removed the hand from her head and unhooked the keys from their place by the door with the mail and his grocery list written in his small print. He picked up his wire rimmed glasses that were identical to Sam and Y/n’s own— which Y/n refused to wear because of the comments she used to receive in middle school.

‘Sure, when they wear them they look ‘scholarly’ but when I wear them I look like a dweeb.’ She’d thought all those years.

“Who gave you the ride?” Her dad asked as he slipped the eyeglasses onto his face, “Just a friend from school, one from the group Sam and I hung out with Saturday night.” She explained while they walked outside and locked the front door.

“Oh, that Steve fella?” He asked over his shoulder before opening his door to the car. Y/n stifled a laugh, “Uh, no, uh, Steve’s not in high school, he graduated last year— like Sam.” She recovered.

She flipped down into the plush seat of the wagon, her father buckling up and starting the engine. He dialed the radio knob to his personal favorite station that played mostly jam bands like the Grateful Dead.

The prolonged guitar solo of Althea drifted through the speakers quietly at first and then louder as Johnny adjusted the volume. Though Johnny was a quiet guy, he preferred his music loud, much like his daughter.

“Was this friend…friendly?” He asked, eyeing her without suspicion, a hidden curiosity unfolding across his features. Y/n felt the familiar heat creep up her cheeks and avoided eye contact. “Wh-What do you even mean, ‘friendly’?” She dodged.

Johnny rolled his eyes and shifted the car into reverse. “You know, friendlier than the average run of the mill friend? Not be confused with a best friend?” He asked without looking at her this time, hoping she wouldn’t need too much prying to share her thoughts.

Y/n suppressed a smile and looked out the window and gave a shrug. “He’s a good friend. A nice friend… I might join a club at school with him and a few others, by the way.”

Johnny raised an eyebrow and quickly looked over to search her face. He wanted her to talk about the boy on her own terms, even if it made him a little nervous. “A club? Wow… I knew you had it in you, kiddo. What kind of a club?”

Y/n exhaled in relief that he wasn’t going to press her, she leaned back and turned to look at him as he turned back onto the road her and Eddie had just traveled down not long before. “Y-you ever heard of the game dungeons and dragons?”

Johnny smirked, recalling the days of the 70s in the short time he had between his adolescence and fatherhood, some of his friends’ younger siblings had started playing the game, which they all got picked on relentlessly for being geeky. He only nodded his head in response.

“They have a club at school that plays every week, and my friend Robin and I got invited to sit in on a session and see what we think. So I'll be home late on Thursday, if that’s alright with you.”

Johnny purses his lips to give the impression he had to think about it pretty hard, “Depends…” he shrugged, his sarcasm not registering with his daughter just yet. “Oh, uh, on what?” She was taken aback by his hesitance, accustomed to his approval.

“Nothin’, just… is your good, nice friend gonna bring you home?” He looked over at her trying his best to maintain a straight face. Y/n’s flush returned to her face full force this time as she rolled her eyes and hid behind her hands, dramatically throwing her head back against the seat and letting an irritated groan loose. “Oh my god.” She shook her head and let her fingers slide down the front of her face, pulling the skin under her eyes and cheeks with it.

Johnny let out a quiet laugh, his eyes shining and wrinkling at the sides in the way both of his children did. “Just want you to get home safe is all, you want me to pick you up? Come inside and introduce myself?” He asked, his poker face beginning to falter at his daughter’s undoing.

“No no no! That’s fine, Eddie told me he’s gonna pick me up for school tomorrow so I’m sure a ride back from Hellfire wouldn’t be a big deal either.” She ran a nervous hand through her hair, scratching at the roots.

“Oh, so the good, nice friend is called Eddie, huh? And Hellfire? What a name. Sounds like fun, really. I’m, uh, glad you’re getting involved again, Y/n/n. I was worried the move would be too much, you know? But I’m really proud of you.” He nodded at the road. Johnny wasn’t the best with feelings or talks about them, he hadn’t any idea about the few encounters Y/n had with guys from her old town, so her being around a new male friend that made her obviously nervous was new territory for him.

He didn’t want her to feel underprepared, but had faith she would come to him if she needed anything no matter how big or small. Johnny just wished he could express it. Y/n smiled at her lap, the simple words from her father meaning the world. “Thanks, pop.”

Johnny smiled and reached over to pat her shoulder. They arrived at the Big Buy, Y/n following her father and suddenly feeling much smaller than she was by trailing after him like a duckling.

“So, you slay any dragons in this game?”

“Dad, it’s literally called Dungeons and Dragons, what do you think?”

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lightsiided · 10 months

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∗ o6﹕ sender gives receiver company in the hospital . 🫠

* nonverbal prompts | accepting

rey grew tired of the medcenter not long after her arrival. it was the last place she wanted to be. when she'd first woken up in her own room, more rest had hardly felt necessary. but everyone was so INSISTENT, and so she'd quietly made her peace with a single day spent in bed. how bad could it be?

somehow her compromise had turned into a full workup at the medcenter stretched out over two days. it was worse than she ever imagined; rey couldn't recall the last time she'd received so much medical attention. there was seemingly always a meddroid rolling around beeping at her, with another scan to run or a glass of juice for her to drink. it felt odd to be fussed over, a large DEPARTURE from nearly two decades spent eating nothing but survival rations on jakku, waiting out any sickness alone because there was nothing else to do about it.

each of her friends had been in and out of the room CONSTANTLY. on rotation, finn and poe and rose and connix and snap all continued to ask how she was feeling and if she needed anything. after the first hour or so, everyone seemed to stop finding it funny when she repeatedly answered yes, to get out of here.

probably, rey thinks, scrolling aimlessly through the datapad displaying her most recent test results, the person she has the best chance of convincing her own bed will serve the same purpose as the one in the medcenter is poe, or maybe kaydel, but it's not either of them that's with her, now -- it's thor, who hasn't left her side since she first opened her eyes and, she assumes, before then, too. it's likely poe or kaydel wouldn't be able to sneak her out of the medcenter without him noticing.

she sort of gets the sense he won't be thrilled with the suggestion, either. he has seemed SO WORRIED, these last few days. rey doesn't think she'll ever forget the look that was on his face when she woke up, turned her cheek and saw him slumped in the chair beside her, agonized and panicked and exhausted.

he only looks mildly better now that they've both showered and she's had yet to absorb into the force and disappear forever. rey can still read fear in the crease of his brow. she sees sadness set clearly in the downturned slant of his mouth. he's barely SMILED. they haven't had much of a chance to talk, with so much going on. things still feel strained between them.

but thor is in bed with her, and that's SOMETHING. privately, she thinks it's helped her build her energy back a little faster, the way the pair of them are crammed in together under the thin blanket, touching in more places than they aren't. the worn metal frame of the bed keeps creaking under their combined weight. he's arranged himself carefully around her, like rey is something fragile -- a folded paper crane that could tear apart if handled improperly.

it would be nice if someone BELIEVED her about feeling mostly fine. with a sigh, she sets the datapad aside, curling back in against thor's chest. rey moves to tug on his shirt, to get his attention, but falters when she finds him already looking at her. her hand hovers for a second before settling on his side anyway, stubbornly pulling him closer. "i want to get out of here," she says quietly. "my scans are fine. i want to be in my bed." and, frankly, if she has to be there, she'd like for him to be with her -- SHIRTLESS, preferably. she can't exactly say so in the middle of the medcenter, not with other people who are actually injured taking up the rest of the beds. is that really so much to ask for?

everyone still seems sort of angry with her. it's unsettling, especially when she already feels out of sorts from the fight and being hurt, from all the chaos of the last few days. it hasn't quite sunk in yet, and she's worried that too much time alone with her thoughts will prove detrimental. rey's itching to see the falcon again, to get her hands on some of the reports coming in from the smaller rebellions sparking up across the galaxy. wars don't just end overnight; surely there is still SO MUCH to be done. and she wants to HELP -- it's partly why she'd fought so hard to live.

frustrated, her fingers twist in his shirt. would it kill him to hold her properly? she knows things are strange between them, but it feels like someone who's as visibly glad to see her alive as he is could stand to squeeze her a little tighter. she shakes her head. "actually... i want to go OUTSIDE. i can't sit here like this anymore, i'm losing my mind. and i want -- i want..."

rey trails off, her stare pleading. the other reason she'd fought so hard to live stares back at her from across the bed. she tries not to get lost in his eyes; it hardly seems like the time. more than anything, she wants things between the two of them to be like they were. rey's missed him so badly. not having thor around to talk to these last few weeks has been awful, though now that he's here, she's not even sure where to start. admittedly, she's OVERWHELMED.

"can we just go somewhere else, please? where we can talk. and you can stop looking at me like THAT. i can't stand having you look at me like that."

@othunderous

#giving it a day because i'm assuming the vibe was atrocious the first day she woke up LMAO #she woke up and was like hey that wasn't so bad i feel okay actually #and everyone was just like. you have got to be kidding me #probably they didn't even get the chance to talk that much she just held his hand in a death grip and slept on his shoulder #othunderous #& answered.#long post /#( * hope is like the sun / mcu crossover )

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watmalik · 2 months

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I was looking at tags and i think you're the first person I've seen to actually suggest maybe Eddie's cultural heritage and upbringing accounts for his sassiness and expressive face and body language, so thank you for that. When everyone just says "it's because he's gay!" (which is pure fanon so far) it feels to me like it's kind of erasing his Latino-ness and personality 🫤

I’m going to approach this with a reality based type of answer, anon, as well as a care free type/wholesome answer. Apologies for the essay. I gave an intro/general context around the subject, my reality type answer (based on canon) and what I know as latino and my genuine answer of what I hope to see ( I call it wholesome answer). And just as a heads up, I disagree with you thinking buddies are trying to “erase” Eddie’s Latino-ness, but more like people tend to just mention/talk about things they know about, everything is answered under the cut and I hope it makes sense sense :)

Majority of the users here are perhaps of mainly European decent and/or just African/Asian only background (I don’t want to say white/black/brown, as it’s just colours that can fit within minority communities as well and not someone’s ethnicity) and majority of tumblr users are not emerged into Latino (Hispanic) culture as much as the next person. Although, there’s no feature in tumblr that could prove my statement regarding everyone’s ethnicity, I’m just speculating as a rule of thumb and things I’ve picked up along the way. The top 5 countries that use tumblr are not even in LATAM, nor Hispanic, and yes, although a majority of users are from the US, and yes there’s plenty of Latino (Hispanics) from there…they’re still minorities. So as rule of thumb, in tumblr? we’re minorities here as well.

Context: as a Latin@, born and raised in Latin America, I would say that Latino men are very affectionate with each other and when do these things majority of the times it means absolutely…nothing regarding their sexual orientation.

Tbh I’d compare Latino men to frat boys, majority love fútbol, hugging excessively, fake kiss, touching, don’t know what personal space is, and being the ultimate smart ass (depending on which regions they’re from lol) and don’t get me started if they’re the youngest of their family bc boy they sure are sassy 😂 and my god can they dance/twerk on anyone 💀

Women are pretty similar with each other like this, but they do portray it differently ofc. We literally hold each other to go shopping (link arms), we kiss each other’s cheeks as greeting, fake kiss when were drunk and that don’t mean anything most of the time.

(A/N:Everyone is just super affectionate and huggy (ugh I’m kinda glad I don’t live there no more, I hate this sometimes 🫠)

And they are just heterosexual people, but then there’s some of them that are not.

End of context.

Now with that in mind, let’s go in with Buck and Eddie. I’ve actually met people similar to Eddie in my life, the one’s that’ve done big gestures for friends, hell my uncle (who’s not blood related to me but is my father’s best friend since forever, is my godfather, and literally was my neighbour growing up bc he wanted to be close to my dad and their friend group. He promised to my dad and mum, if something were to happen to them no matter my age, he will take care of me as a daughter).

Keep in mind, Eddie is also an army man and that level of camaraderie is quite unique as well and now going to a fire house on top of this? When you risk your life with others, it creates this big connection, specially as a single guy and parents that are… certainly special on their own ways (derogatory).

His and Buck’s relationship is quite beautiful and there’s no hint in the show that’s goes into say either of them are anything but heterosexual.

That’s my serious answer.

Now going into my wholesome, care free answer, anon.

It be awesome if they turn their story around into a romantic one, I can see why others will view them that way and tbh? The story is there. If you flip everything I’ve told you about Latino men and what we know about them, and let’s say if Buck or Eddie did this for a woman? It would look like an actual romantic relationship under society eyes. So, I see the double standard here.

I tend to ship those relationships actually, rivals turned to great friends turn to lovers, and also…some of those looks they give each other? Gosh, it may be from what I said earlier, but it could also be something else. And hell, even though neither of them have been in relationships with men before (that we know of) sometimes you catch feelings from someone you didn’t expect out of nowhere yk? And that’ll be cool to see. The chemistry is there.

Sometimes, it’s fun not to take things so seriously. It’s fun to ship characters!

That being said, I genuinely don’t think buddies are trying to erase Eddie’s bg but I think because majority of tumblr users are not of Latino ethnicity they tend to, not forget about Eddie’s Latinoness (like you’re calling it), but will like to relate him to with what they know. And what they do know is being queer (again I’m assuming based on polls I’ve seen and as a rule of thumb, there a big sum of people who are queer and are also buddie fans/tumblr users), and just like everyone in this world, like every minority, they want to be represented :)

Representation for minority groups is always good. There’s not a lot of Hispanic/latino queer representation in TV and if we were to get it, I know that’ll make someone’s life better out there. Maybe not life changing but perhaps tell them that they’re not alone and that everything is and will be fine. Specially for those who unfortunately are not allowed to be their true selves. It gives people hope, that there’s some sense of belonging, out there, and that they can relate and feel included.

Sorry for the long post and thank you for the ask 🫡

#anon #ask #I’m sorry this is so long I just wanted to give context #Hope I can bring a good perspective #I’m also generalising with what I’ve seen and lived through #it’s different for everyone else

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isabellehemlock · 10 months

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Ohhh, thank you so much for this celebration event :)) And that WE benefit from it! 💕 And of course: congratulations!!

Mhhh, so while looking over it this caught my eye IMMEDIATELY :)) (and made me snicker).

“Go big or go home.”

Loustat. 1k or less, whatever.

If you like^^

Hi Nalyra 🤩💖

Thank you so much love ~ I do love to try to find ways to give back 😘

And muwhahaha, here you go! It could probably be a Teen rating, but the implications are Mature muwhaha ~ arriving at just under ~700 words - and set in New Orleans, after Louis becomes a vampire but before Claudia comes along. You know, that sweet spot of tense bliss 🫠

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Louis and Lestat stopped near the now empty construction site along a strip of warehouses near the port. It was slim pickins for people, but plenty of animals that roamed along the rubble, dashing as best as they could from Louis’ incandescent eyes, but of no match to his inhumane speed and reflexes. He had just finished with his own supper for the evening, gargling some cognac before spitting it - and the taste of blood - out onto the pebbled ground nearby.

Lestat, as bored as ever, had meandered over to the billboards announcing that the site would be home to the (at the time) tallest building in New Orleans, and once Louis stepped up beside him took it upon himself to assume Louis was looking for his opinion (which he wasn’t).

Giving the board one more glance, he twisted his mouth a bit before feigning confusion, a popular manipulation tactic that Louis only indulged long enough to get him to the point faster, “What is that euphemism in this country?” he shifted his bright eyes between them, a shimmer reflected back from the nearby lamp already drawing Louis in against his will. Lestat pretended to ignore it, “Almost rustic in a way? - ah, yes, go big or go home.”

Louis shook his head, the spell a bit broken by his attempt at a Louisiana drawl, “I have never said such a thing.”

“Will you say it now?” Lestat teased, angling his upper body a bit closer, revealing more of his bare chest as the collar shifted, “Just once, for me?”

Louis was distracted, looking away with impatience as he mumbled for him to stop. Of course Lestat liked to believe Louis was somehow egging him on to continue in these kinds of moments, and Louis felt him take a step closer, his voice low near his ear, “Please mon cher, just one time, and I’ll be a perfect gentleman for the rest of the night.”

Lestat liked these games, the implication that anything Louis did could have any kind of effect on his behavior, a hint, a tease - but both knew, in the end, Lestat only did what Lestat wanted to do. Louis was too indecisive to ever say with much certainty, much less declare, how he wanted Lestat to be at any given time. But whatever it was, his suggested role of swaying his resulting behavor, left a bitter taste in his mouth and he slowly peered back at him, “What if I don’t want a perfect gentleman?”

“Oh Louis, you still manage to surprise me,” Lestat practically cood, before trying to pull out more words from him, “Tell me, what is it that you want?”

Which - was frustrating to someone used to clamping down, “You damn well know, why do you insist on making me spit it out?”

Lestat’s smirk deepened, “Well, I’d never want you to spit it out - “

“Lestat.”

“Oui, I know,” he tipped his head, emphasizing the charisma that even now Louis couldn’t quite pull away from, “I’m a devil.”

“Mine though,” Louis muttered, unable to swallow the sentiment down before it escaped, not when he already ached to make room for other things.

And Lestat knew it. Knew it the moment he saw Louis’ eyes grow hooded, his smile fading only a little as if equally ready to embrace it, before replying, “Yours.”

#answered ask #fandom anniversary celebration #iwtv #loustat

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riosnecktattoo · 2 years

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Is there perhaps a fic update in your near future?? 🤪🙂

howdy yes the nearer the better i'm really trying it's just coming along slowly cause i wanna do so much in Part 4 i'm stressing myself over it 🫠

here’s a very rough very unedited snippet to prove i am writing lol

“Look, I know we’re not together. This isn’t about the past but I – I still care about you. You know, I – I want you to be happy.” Beth snorts at that and it seems to piss him off. “And last night I got a text from Adam and he was saying—”

“Adam?” Beth snarls the name. “What the hell was Adam saying to you? He doesn’t know me at all.”

“Well, he said you and Rio were all over each other at Stan’s party.”

It’s temporarily blinding, how angry she feels. So much so she goes perfectly still. It’s mixed with a tinge of embarrassment. They weren’t all over each other, were they? They barely spent any time together once people started arriving. And they were totally normal in the kitchen. They were. It’s not like anybody knew what happened in Rio’s bedroom so what was Adam even—

“Is he wrong?” Dean pushes her, seeming to take her stunned silence as a confirmation.

“He’s my friend,” Beth breathes in deeply to steady herself, “and it’s literally none of your business what I do anymore. It’s certainly not any of your little informant’s business either.”

“Oh please, friend? That guy’s always had a thing for you. He’s been waiting for his chance and now he’s just taking advantage—”

“You don’t know anything about him!”

“Well I know he’s a bad guy. And he hangs out with other bad guys. And he—“ Dean pauses, eyes flashing with something he’s holding back.

“He what?” Beth urges. “What, Dean, spit it out.”

“He hurts people Beth. I know - - I don’t think it’s good for you to be involved with a guy like that is all. He’s not like you or me. He can’t be trusted around you.”

Beth swears she sees red for a second, taking a step towards Dean and whatever look he sees on her face makes him take a step back. “Are you suggesting he would ever hurt me?”

“No, Jesus – I meant – he’s, he’s not right for you, Bethie—”

“Don’t call me that,” she bites out.

“I just worry about you.”

“I’m not yours to worry about!”

She starts to get the sense that, whatever this is, it’s more about Dean’s warped sense of pride, his jealousy over Rio, his wounded ego, than any actual real concern for her.

“Dean, get out of my house,” she orders, but he still won’t move. “God, will you just leave already!”

Her voice is frustratingly shrill and when Dean still doesn’t budge she decides she’s just going to have to shove him out the door herself and then—

“She said she wants you to leave, man.”

Rio’s low voice from outside cuts through everything, and even though she knows the venom in it is aimed at Dean, it still makes her shiver to hear him so cold.

#asks #What Spring Does with the Cherry Trees #my fic #my writing #💜🍒🌳#brio fic

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worlds-most-dangerous-sandwich · 1 year

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AoS Framework rant yaaaay

(pls remember these are just my opinions :))

I recently rewatched season 4 for the third time, and I think I finally put my finger on what feels so off to me about Fitz’s framework storyline.

Just a warning: I’ll be discussing the concepts of how childhood abuse affects people, though it’s fairly vague.

The framework plays with the concept of nature vs nurture and, frankly, I hate it. The idea that simply being raised by an abuser will by default make you a bad person too is disgusting and harmful.

They were trying to make Fitz a mirror image to Ward: if Ward had only had a good influence, he would have been a good person; if Fitz had a bad one, he would have followed Ward’s dark path.

This is so disrespectful to abuse survivors, and it removes culpability from full grown adults.

We are responsible for our choices. No one else. Sure, the people we meet in our lives have a big effect on us. They can help or hinder us. But at the end of the day, we are responsible for our actions.

Fitz is a good person. He wouldn’t have become the horrible person we see in the framework just because his dad was around. If anything, I think he would have been an even more pronounced version of the Fitz we see in season one; skittish, anxious, and leery of authority.

Ward also chose his own path. Sure, while he was still a child, I can get behind the idea that he was manipulated into doing bad things. But he chose his way after that.

A sense of obligation to Garret? Sure. But even after his mentor was long dead, he still chose to restart Hydra on his own, to get revenge, to continue down a dark path.

The only way I can figure Fitz’s framework storyline in my head, is that Aida must have actively got inside Fitz’s brain and messed with him and his story more than the others. She was obsessed with him, and she lies to him after they come out of the framework (saying that everything she did in the framework was at Radcliffe’s orders, despite a large amount of it being for her own gain).

I have to believe that she altered him somehow. This would also make sense in explaining why he is the only member of the team to later develop the symptoms he did, despite many of them having their head filled with two lives. Fitz was the only one shown to not be able to distinguish the two, which would make sense if Aida had a more direct impact on his brain.

I also find this storyline frustrating because of the discourse it has created in the fandom. That it’s okay to support Ward because the framework proves he’s just a poor little baby who was manipulated.

He is a full grown adult.

Yes, I do feel bad for Ward, I do feel he had a lot of potential and I kind of wish he had gotten a redemption arc. But he didn’t. He made his choices, no one else made them for him. Infantilizing him and blaming all of his actions on Garret is not okay.

ALSO - touching again on the implication that we become bad people if we’re manipulated - this disregards how hard it is to grow up in a horrible home and still come out a compassionate and caring person. So many people have absolutely disgusting parents, and yet grow up to be empathetic, kind, and good people. Suggesting otherwise feels very dismissive and disrespectful to their struggles and trauma.

In the same line of thinking, parents can do everything right and someone can still grow to be cruel and abusive.

BECAUSE WE MAKE OUR OWN CHOICES AND ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR OUR OWN ACTIONS AND- 🫠

In short, Fitz and Ward’s storylines were horribly over-simplified in s4. There is so much nuance there, and to suggest that we are nothing more than a product of our environment is kind of ridiculous offensive, imo.

#agents of shield #the framework #leo fitz #grant ward #aos season 4 #aos discussions #aos #my opinion pls dont yell at me #I would love to hear your thoughts though :)#if I’ve forgotten something obvious pls forgive me. I’ve had a lot of brain fog lately #thank you for coming to my ted talk #mine #headcanons

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