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stanning-reyna · 2 years

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If fatal flaws are in the literal sense, as in they're the interal flaw that causes your death, then you could argue that Luke's fatal flaw is loyalty instead of wrath.

Yes Luke led the Titan War because he was angry at his father for the personal pain he caused him and because he was angry at the gods as a power system for the injustice they brought upon their kids but somewhere deep down he must have done it for Annabeth. To give her a future he could never have. Yes he became a bitter man, his veins filled more with rage than with blood, but at some point he decided Annabeth would get to be happier than he ever had been and that couldn't happen when she was lying on the ground of the Throne Room, half dead. Everything he'd spent the past four years of his life doing, the body that he'd literally sacrificed to Kronos, would be worthless if she wouldn't one day reap the benefits. If Annabeth never got the future he hoped she would, the family she deserved, then nothing Luke did would be worth it. And he couldn't bring himself past that. He killed himself because he couldn't break that promise to her. He was too loyal to her.

And if this were the case (I'm just theorizing here since I'm pretty sure Rick said Luke's canon fatal flaw is wrath) then consider that the reason this is never addressed in pjo is that Percy, our narrator, willingly ignored it. He didn't want to consider that the man who ruined his and all his friends' lives was identical to him on a deep, fundamental level. Because it wasn't even a question to him. Percy knew how angry he got at the injustices he saw, how the rage boiled under his skin, urging him to lash out. There was no question that he could be like Luke one day, and that terrified him, so he ignored each and every sign he saw.

Thalia had once said that Annabeth only loved one type of person. He'd come to believe her more than he'd like to. Percy and Thalia were carbon copies, two snarky kids with too much power on their hands and too many off-handed comments rolling off their tongues. But that said something about him and Luke. He knew exactly what it said. He refused to think about it.

#wow this turned into a thing #what do y'all think #give me your most insightful responses #heroes of olympus #pjo #hoo fandom #hoo series #pjo fandom #pjo series #percy jackson and the olympians #annabeth chase #percy jackson #luke castellan #thalia grace

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greenorangevioletgrass · 2 years

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Hello Ava,

Hope all is well.

Imagine Rooster and Reader are 6 months into their relationship. They are at a bar where this drunken creep refuses to take a no and tries to manhandle the reader. Just when Rooster makes his way towards the reader, he is shocked when he sees the reader punch the creep's face.

Reader sees the look on their faces, shrugs and says 'i have a black belt in taekwondo'.

While taekwondo focusses more on kicks than punches, it does help in developing crazy good reflexes.

Then of course, Dom! Reader x Sub! Rooster

hey babe! i'm doing alright <333 THANK YOU for sending me this BOMB scenario. you know me so well! i love a reader that can hold their own 😍

warnings: punching a creep ofc, kink negotiation, sub!rooster, degradation, rooster is a softboi until he gets HARD boiiii, part 2 if y’all interested??

the thing is, it happened so fast. rooster was probably gonna just pull him away and tell him to back the fuck off like a dignified grownup man that he is, but he barely had time to think. no. he barely had time to blink. all he heard was a muted slap, he thought you'd slapped him (which was more than fair).

and then a groan from him.

and a grunt from you.

he looked up and saw the creep clutching his nose, and you shaking off your right hand.

"sweetheart, come on. let's go." he went and pulled you away instead.

but filled with adrenaline, you squirmed away and pushed through for a last word. "yeah, you lay a hand on me again, you won't have a finger left unbroken..." you straightened up your dress, all pretty and white and unassuming considering what you just did, and cursed over your shoulder, "...fuckhead."

he walked out of the bar in a daze, barely registering how your hand took his and led him out.

it wasn't until you were both sitting in the back of the cab and he noticed your hand, your offending hand, clenching and unclenching and he softly slots his fingers in the space between yours. barely ghosting over your knuckles.

"does it hurt?"

"it's fine."

he noticed a slight wince in your features, but didn't press on. he knew punching hurt nearly as much as being punched. but more than that, he knew the mental weight that happened afterwards. but you turn your hand around and held his, held him tight all the way home, and he thought he’d give you the space.

you all but jumped out of the car while he paid the fare, not allowing him to open the door for you the way he liked. milady, he would do it with a playful bow. but not tonight.

tonight you’d lead the way and open your own doors and take care of yourself, goddammit. and he adored that part of you endlessly.

while you were busy tossing your keys and taking off your shoes, rooster made a beeline for the fridge. you rarely kept ice packs and the bag of frozen peas were much too big for your fist, so he settled for a can of coke. he wrapped a tea towel around it and rinsed it under the sink for a moment, before motioning you to come over.

“you didn’t have to, you know,” you huffed, although you came to him anyway, bare feet padding quietly against the floor.

“i know i didn’t. have you seen yourself?” he eyed you pointedly, palm facing upwards as he waited for you to deposit your hand on his.

you laughed a little and let him take your hand, examining it and gently pressing the can on your knuckles. barely. you hissed at the icy temp, the shock, before it settled and soothed the dull ache. sandwiched between the cold compress and the warmth of his rough-soft hands. god, you loved him so much.

“i didn’t know you could throw a punch like that.”

“i got a black belt in taekwondo back in high school.”

“isn’t that more for kicking and shit?”

“well yeah, but it certainly helps with the reflexes,” you muse lightly, “that, and i did muay thai for like a year.”

“fuck…” he groaned. he held your wrist just a little tight, and the hand holding the can of coke pulled away. like he didn’t know what to do with his hands. it’s adorable as shit.

you giggled, took the coke from him and pressed it on your hand.

he grabbed you by the waist, pulling you closer, hands roaming all over. “how are you so hot, my god… i wanna like—” he squeezed your ass and his hand trailed back up your bare arms and cupped your cheek almost feverishly. “get on my fuckin’ knees and just… worship you. fuck.”

you smiled into his noisy, tickly smooch, thinking this was just one of his antics until his hips bumped into yours and… oh.

“wait, seriously?” you gasped, half surprised. now you’re just fully teasing him. “was it the punch or the way i so eloquently threatened to break his fingers that did it for you?”

“both!” he whined almost petulantly. “makes me want you to…” he trailed off.

“what.”

“it’s stupid.” he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

“oh, come on!” you cried out, trying to pry his head away but he shook his head, nuzzled you even deeper. what a goof. so you grabbed the hair on the back of his head and he moaned.

he looked at you heavy-lidded, and you had to take a moment to admire how handsome he was when he’s so horny for you.

“i might have an idea, but i wouldn’t know for sure unless you tell me, bradley.”

bradley. you both knew your real given names meant business. it’s only ever used in public settings (it raised less questions than rooster, especially in your circles), in arguments, or in… other heated moments.

guess which one this was.

he sucked in a deep breath, slow and steadying. “i… like the idea of you being, um, maybe a little mean with me.”

rooster looked like his heart was about to burst out of his chest. little did he know that so was yours.

“how little’s a little?”

“i don’t know, like…” he toyed with the hem of your innocent, angelic, deceiving white dress thoughtfully. or maybe he was just doing that to avoid eye contact? “say mean shit and— fuck, slap me around a little.”

your eyes widened at his words. in the six months you’d been with rooster, he was mostly in charge. sure, he liked how commanding you were —even when he’s laid on top of you pounding you into high heavens, how confident and sure you were about what you were about what you wanted. but he also liked when you fell apart in his arms. liked how you mewled and begged and cried for him.

and now you’re imagining how good he looked mewling and begging and crying for you.

��is that fucked up?” he cringed at his own admission, and the awkward silence that followed. “that’s a little fucked up, isn’t it. i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have—”

“bradley.” you pressed your cold finger on his lips, quieting him effective immediately. can of coke left forgotten on the counter at some point during this conversation, you didn’t even know when.

“mm?”

“from now on, no more kinkshaming yourself, okay?” you straightened up the shirt on his shoulders. then, lifting his chin just a little, just to meet your gaze, “from now on, you leave that to me.”

his Adam’s apple bobbed and he nodded wordlessly. god, you were gonna have so much fun with him.

“yes.”

“where the hell are your manners. yes what?” you rolled your eyes, partly in impatience and partly in testing the waters. but in doing so, he lit up. squared up and answered you with more certainty,

“yes, ma’am.”

“that’s more like it…” you smirk. “on your knees, soldier.”

#wow this turned into A THING #should we do part 2??#bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw smut #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x actress!reader #the actress & the aviator #ask ava #ava writes

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yesitsmewhataboutit · 2 years

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I just started a mafia k drama and I just know this gonna send me back down to be feigning for mafia au fics and then imma get sad when I can’t find any new ones

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egophiliac · 4 months

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new chapter 7 installment dropped how we feelin????

YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND

THAT'S HIS DAD

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland spoilers #twisted wonderland episode 7 spoilers #twisted wonderland episode 7 part 6 spoilers #twisted wonderland book 7 spoilers #twisted wonderland book 7 part 6 spoilers #BABY DRAGON BABY DRAGON BABY DRAGON #i will take three thank you #god. lilia really has no idea how incredibly loved he is huh.#meleanor: (dies to protect him and her son)#malleus: (is literally born having a huge destructive tantrum because he wants lilia back)#silver: (bases his entire life and personality around how much he loves his dad)#lilia: wow i just can't understand why everyone is so upset about me dying #(somehow sebek ended up being the most normal about him and there's the most unexpected part)#man i really gotta redo lilia's um poster. i wasn't super happy with it to begin with but now there's like. fun shapes and context!#me: ha ha why is his magic called that. that's so weird.#me later: o-oh. oh i see.#SPEAKING OF SEBEK THOUGH there he is! THERE HE IS!#i was so afraid the armor was going to be a bad thing but NO he earned it!#he shook out his hair and turned out to have been beautiful all along!#episode 7 is about two things and two things only: dads and significant hair moments #and also speaking of dads!#i am taking lilia mistaking malleus for revaan based on his voice #as one more tick in the 'if crowley is revaan then there's going to have to be a really good explanation' column #the dulcet tones of dire crowley...#on the other hand if crowley tears off his mask and immediately starts sounding like malleus that would be THE funniest way to do it #auuuggghhhhh it's only been out for hours and already i'm like next part when #we've been cliffhanger'd again lads #idia finally came back to us and they were like 'please wait for the next release :)'#ortho did...did you somehow hack your way into silver's dream palace

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grozen · 6 months

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the fire around me

#the perspective is so dog and i only noticed it when i was done rendering real fml moment #funny thing is i havent even started this dlc i just like the way this dude looks and the edgy shit i saw him say in a youtube video #edgy bitch #joshua graham #fallout new vegas #art #fanart #drawing #digital #painting #also i know i forgot his fucking shirt lmaoooo dont @ me im int 3 #also all of his lines ive heard #which were like 30 seconds worth of dialogue #hoaugh all of it goes hard as fuck #and i know he's ultra fucked up ive heard the lines about him in game #and what was the cause of him turning into that cymball falling off a cliff #but still wow man #what a charismatic bitchass #oh yeah and i also bought new vegas after i heard his dialogue #saw a psycho go on a religious rant and thought oh fuck my balls now i gotta spend money #worth it though #the gameplay in new vegas is fucking dog but i keep armycrawling back to get beat in the face some more because the writing is so brilliant

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spaciebabie · 3 months

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oh so you wanna fuck that monster huh. make sexy art of them without giving them muscles and/or making them look human

#spacie spoinks #this doesnt apply 2 monsters that are already humanoid #also its just a personal thing but muscles on male characters largely turn me off #hjdfkjsdf LIKE WHY IS STILL THE ONLY 'SEXY' MALE FORM IN FANDOM MUSCULAR AND/OR SKINNY #IM SOOO TIRED #yall be giving muscles 2 muh fuckers who DO NOT NEED THEM SHITS #IF YOU NEED 2 HUMANIZE A MONSTER IN ORDER 2 FUCK IT..............YOU AINT A MONSTERFUCKER DAWG................#''wow this character is really sexy 2 me b/c of how human it looks now!!''#you'll see the original design be some hulking beast who's shape isnt humanoid in the slightest and then some guy #will come along and be like ''hahaha yeah i wanna fuck this thing'' and then take the characters head and put it on a muscular human body #what is the point dawg.#this can also apply 2 robots #i dont caaareee if you have a humanoid design for 'x' robot/monster character #the problem is when you just. take a stereotypically attractive human body slap the character's head on here and then go crazy over that #and like the original character design does nothing for you.#dude. you dont want 2 fuck these characters you want 2 fuck a human wearing an object/animal head 😭#true monster/robotfuckers want that thang in its canon form. you cant ride w/us if you're like that dawg #dont mind me this is just a pet peeve i have #its even worse when its female characters oh my godddd #these muh fuckers dont want 2 fuck monsters they wanna fuck a human woman cosplaying as one #good LORD

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ask-the-rag-dolly · 7 days

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What's the timespan of all this happening? i haven't really been keeping track of time, but it seems like all this crazy stuff has just been speeding by with no real break to process...

#tadc ragatha #[ ask2 ]#this thing will turn 7 months old in may 1st which is so surreal to think about tbh . like wow 5 months and it'll be one year old #i'm not sure if we'll be in phase 3 by that time but considering it took 4 months to get to phase 2 ... shrugs .

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milkweedman · 4 months

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It is interesting how much math comes into even the most basic of like. Making things. Making almost anything. And often not numbers necessarily but proportions and geometry. I think all the time about how castles were built with geometry at the heart of it. And I use the same kind of proportional math to make socks fit. And none of my pieces are ever knit with a prime number of stitches--because you use factors to make neat colorwork and ribbing and different stitches. Idk ! I remember constantly thinking 'how the hell is THIS gonna come in useful ?' But it always does. Math is at the heart of everything, and knowing how to apply it is a tool of critical importance to Thinking Up A Shape And Making It.

#it turns out it is not covid vaccine making me highly fucked up but rather this new med which is fun #um #one of thise 'high but wow. in such a bad way' kinda experience atm #almost fell down the stairs #tripped while just standing #and its like. ok so the thing is i go to pain management to manage my pain right ? makes sense #and then all they have to offer is shit that fucks me up more. the muscle relaxant that seems to have permanently #loosened all my joints so they are WAY WORSE NOW #stupid ssris that make me fall constantly and fuck with my brain #i literally just need a painkiller that works. that is all. we know what was effective from surgery #but they of course will never prescribe opiods. oh the horror. imagine.#i could scream #anyway. uh thinking about the interconnectedness of math in all things is much more fun than screaming #knitting

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spectrumgarden · 2 months

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Shoutout to autistic kids who others tried to bully with backhanded comments and sarcasm and nonverbal communication of disgust and exclusion but you were completely oblivious to it, I think that was really funny of us actually.

#actually autistic #autistic adult #autistic community #actually disabled #i realized like two years after finishing elementary school that half the girls in my class back then tried to bully me #and i simply like gave short answers taking them at face value. then turning around and thinking “wow theyre weird” -#- and just going back to whatever i was doing #“why do you always dress like that (disgusted tone)”#me: oh . this is the clothes that i like:)#(mentally: wow i wonder why they dont understand such a simple thing. anyways back to eating my sandwich!)

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ash-and-starlight · 2 years

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Hi!! I love your art style and all of your art a ton :) i especially like how you do clothing. Would it trouble you to do a little tutorial? Im working on fabric and clothing myself and tbh im already using your art as reference. I like how you draw fabric so fluidly as well as how detailed and realistic it looks!! Id really love whatever tips you could offer, but either way, thanks for sharing your art with us!

wow omg thank you so much??? i tried my best to explain a few things i try to keep in mind when i draw clothes, feat fashion icon sokka themselves.

(i’m also going to cheat and add this clothing tutorial by @chiptrillino because it’s an amazing resource with more good advice)

#wow ok it got long!#turns out i had more things to say than anticipated ksjfjd #if something isn’t clear just tell me and i’ll try my best to explain better #trying to understand how i draw is difficult lmaoooo self reflection? in this household??#ash replies #ask #my art #sokka #art ref #ref

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chappellrroan · 3 months

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people who still hate Joe Alwyn need to get a life asap

#i said what i said #so many bad takes you guys are acting like he forcibly locked her up for two years when she chose it herself and she was happy with the #decision sure things ended and maybe it wasn't very best breakup or wtv but holy shit do you realise the speculations you make are so #fucking invasive the same thing you hate the other people doing to taylor's life and not to remind you that you have zero fucking clue of #what goes on behind the scenes you take these bits and pieces of crumb and exaggerate it to something so much worse #mind you this was the same man y'all worshipped before the breakup oh because he was the epitome of calm gentleman #and now i see a post with tags “go out fucking loser” like wow. just wow.#not to mention how his humanitarian act of signing ceasefire got turned around to thing about taylor like guys. guys. big news. but #advocating against genocide and accepting all the blacklash that comes with it isn't that simple maybe pic up that brain from football #ground and think again

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lunar-years · 1 year

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One thing I love about Stranger Things that feels so authentic is that all the siblings are in on it while the majority of the parents remain oblivious. Nancy & Mike and Jonathan & Will all getting involved had obvious origins, but I so love the choice to bring Erica in, too. Like there was no way Lucas’ little sister was NOT going to find out what the hell Lucas had been up to the last two years, and that’s so real. Holly may be too young to participate but you can’t tell me that girl doesn’t Know Things.

#stranger things #the portrayal of siblings is soooo spot on #erica is right there like. okay I’ve seen some weird shit. what monsters are we fighting here lucas #and Mr and Mrs. Sinclair are just like ‘have fun kids! be home for dinner!’#then turn to each other and go ‘wow isn’t it so nice that they’re getting along?’#Nancy Wheeler #Jonathan Byers #Will Byers #Mike Wheeler #Holly Wheeler #Lucas Sinclair #Erica Sinclair

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u3pxx · 1 year

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sa pagbalik mananatili na sa piling mo, mundo’y magiging ikaw.

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#ace attorney #apollo justice #dual destinies #aa5 spoilers #sunnysidedraws #anyways . hi #this ones form march 2021 so its been a while wheezes #i still love how the colors turned out for this tho #this was my phone wallpaper for a WHILE #im always thinking about apollo's emo arc even if it doesn't look like it . ALWAYS #*posts 4 apollo related things in a row* wow gee i wonder who my favorite character is #reblobbed #sunnysideattorney

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demondamage · 11 months

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With over 300 acres of wilderness surrounding their small cabin, Whumper knew Whumpee would never get far. When the little escape charade surpassed a week, they figured Whumpee simply died and moved on. Sad to lose such a good plaything, but that's simply life.

A year later, they had almost forgotten Whumpee completely when the bear trap snapped tight around Whumper's leg, forcing them to the ground screaming in pain.

But they knew that voice; the voice that begged them for mercy, that screamed and cried until it went horse. Whumper's vision was blurred from the pain, but they could still make out Whumpee standing in front of them, the dirty clothes they escaped in now adorned with bearskin and bone.

"Remember me?"

#Wow I write a lot of things about Whumpees getting vengance #Imma pin this one on the unresolved trauma #whump #whump drabble #Whumpee turned whumper

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runningupthatvecna · 1 year

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the law of seat partners

alrighty so ya gurl had a dream about eddie last night and here i am trying to use that to base the following something off of.

part 2

cw/tw: eddie munson being a slightly touchy precious bean. a slight bit of angst. feeling left out/mentions of feeling unwanted if you squint. otherwise, none that i could think of, just my silly brain fluff. if you find something else, please let me know yaaa. no mentions of y/n.

summary: you're going on a high school field trip with your friends. and thankfully, a long haired metalhead is also there to keep you company and ease the pain of being around obnoxious children.

side note: this is literally the first fic thing i've written in literal YEARS (also in English) and first ever time writing for Eddie, so bare with me here, i've gotten quite rusty i guess so i truly apologise if it's rather bad. don't mind me and please reblog/leave me comments if you did enjoy this pure fluff something!

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It was the sunniest May morning the town of Hawkins had ever seen. The bluest sky above the forests and fields, downtown, the infamous trailer park and the parking lot of Hawkins High.

You sighed as you placed your car in parking mode before opening the door and sliding out, just so you could grab your belongings - a rather big bag filled with all sorts of items that you were certain you were going to need for surviving the next week - out from the backseat.

A field trip with students with an age range from bloody twelve to the wise years of nineteen, well, twenty to be specific, was on your agenda in the almost last month of your last year of high school, and thankfully you were not gonna be stuck in some forest next to Lake Superior alone by yourself.

Being forced to exist around screaming twelve year olds who were about to enter puberty was your least favourite part of the whole expedition, which made the presence of your group of best friends so much more valuable.

There was one person whose attendance you'd specifically been hoping for. And yes, of course you and your friends had been talking about the trip months ago so it would be clear who would join in the fun, but with Eddie's tendency to be flaky when it came to decisions like this, one could never be fully sure.

I mean yeah, certainly you were looking forward to spending this week by the lakeside with Steve, Robin, Nancy, Jonathan and the younger kids in freshmen year, but nothing could make the thought of being stuck with a group of middle schoolers and teachers more bearable than being stuck there with the one guy who you - to put it frankly - had a thing for.

You couldn't really say that you were as close with him as you were with Steve or Robin, you never really spent time with him outside of the group hangouts. But that didn't mean that there was any weird distance between the two of you when the lucky occasion of hanging out did come around.

Eddie Munson was a metalhead. Through and through. Tough exterior, soft baby cow personality but could turn stone cold when necessary. When people tried to shame him for being different, for example.

You were also very certain that his love language was touch, based on the times he would throw his arm around you when casually walking you to your next class or the way he would playfully wrestle Dustin or Lucas in the cafeteria during lunch break to show he didn't hate them.

"Oh my god, I'm so glad you're here!"

Max had spotted you in line and apparently didn't feel too much guilt for cutting it just so she could hop on the bus together with you.

You mumbled the same thing back to her, wondering if you were the first or last ones of your party to go through Miss Kelley's check-in.

She greeted the both of you with a toothy smile before she turned her focus onto the sheet with students' names. Your eyes wandered over the rows of seat pairs, and since you had arrived at the parking lot, let's say not late but also not early either, most of them were already filled with loudly chatting kids.

"Hopefully the others saved us a seat", you heard Max say from in front of you. Unlike you, she already had a pre-determined seat buddy. "Oh please, it's obvious that Sinclair kept one for you", you quipped back, silently hoping you could potentially be sitting next to Steve or at least Robin.

And even if Eddie was going to join you, he'd probably be sitting with Chrissy. Or Gareth.

"That might be true, but I'm sure you'll be just fine with where you'll end up."

Max stepped further into the bus after she gave you a wink and a slight grin.

Did she know more than you?

Good boy Steve was rather easy for you to spot. With that amount of hair peeking out above the sea of headrests? No wonder. In fact, most of your friends were already seated further in the back of the one-story bus.

A slight hint of disappointment clouded your brain at the sight of Steve and Robin sharing a seat pair, with Nancy and Jonathan right behind them. Your fear of being the one left out and behind was creeping out from the back of your mind, acting up.

People had always been kind enough to endure you, but no one ever really chose you. Or at least made you feel like you belonged.

Lucas indeed had the seat next to him reserved for Max, to where she continued her strut down the aisle to plop down, while Dustin and Will had agreed to share theirs.

Surprising they made it out of bed this early.

You took a few more steps towards the back of the bus. A wide grinned Erica was seated amongst her friends in the center of the very back row, your eyes scanning the seats until they landed on the wild dark mane of a certain metalhead, who was occupying the pair of seats right behind the stairs down to the back door.

He was practically lying in the window seat. Head resting against the glass, staring out to observe the students who hadn't set foot onto the bus yet. Parents who were lecturing their kids one last time before letting them go.

Was he daydreaming? What could possibly be going on in that pretty head of his?

Your heart jumped and your stomach fluttered when he shifted his gaze to the aisle where you were standing. The widest smile spread over his face at the sight of you, and you hated to admit to yourself that it did not leave you unaffected.

The seat next to him was empty.

It took Eddie a few seconds to remember what his initial plan was. As if something in his brain clicked, as if a bolt of lightning had hit him, he straightened himself and got up.

"Uh hi there. I, uh, kept you a seat if, uh, in case you'd like to sit with me."

Eddie the freak Munson. Had thought of and would be willing to sharing seats for a 10 hour bus ride. With you, of all people?

In the light of the sunlight flooded bus, you could see his cheeks adjusting to the colour of your own. Flushed pink.

And you just couldn't help the wide grin that was pulling at the corners of your mouth.

Now both of you were standing in the aisle facing each other.

"I would love to, Munson."

Quickly you took out the essentials for the journey from your bag: headphones and your walkman, your tape collection that you wouldn't leave the house without, a novel, some water and a tote bag with your carefully selected snacks.

Eddie waited patiently for you to get comfortable, standing there in the aisle in his signature leather jacket and denim dio vest, while leaning against the backrest of his own seat, watching your every move.

Once you swung yourself around into your seat, Eddie plopped down next to you with an equally wide grin plastered across his face while pointing his ringed index finger at the snack bag.

"You know, you're gonna have to share those with me."

You turned your head around to face him, eyebrow raised.

His chocolate brown doe eyes were so so softly looking at you. If you didn't know better they'd melt you on the spot.

"Oh really, do I?"

"Yeah, it's the unspoken yet official law of seat partners, sweetheart."

You chuckled at his silliness and the pet name, the nervousness which you had gotten from the thought of him very obviously thinking of you when it came to the decision of who to sit next to, all gone.

He wanted to be physically close to you.

He wanted to spend that time on the bus around you.

He chose you.

After Steve, Robin and all the others from your group had acknowledged your presence as well with genuine smiles, and the last few kids had found their seats, it was time to leave Hawkins.

The bus hit the highway towards Chicago pretty soon after departure.

Eddie let you sit in the window seat, which eventually led to him conveniently using your shoulder as a pillow. And no, you didn't mind the weight. It was Eddie.

Hell, you were having a hard time keeping yourself from wrapping your arms around him to pull him closer.

"Does this also fall under the law of seat partners?", you asked curiously, placing a hand on Eddie's head and slightly scratching his scalp.

The only thing you got in return was a satisfied, sleepy "mhm" and a squeeze and rub of his warm hand over your thigh, but it was enough for your mind to drift off, wondering which other of Eddie's love languages and further details of his ridiculous seat partner law you'd come to discover on this trip.

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tagged: my beloved ellen @josephfakingquinn <3

#eddie munson #nora writes #oh wow this turned out to be longer than expected #lol #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #stranger things #stranger things fluff #eddie munson fluff #the law of seat partners

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