#is this an excuse to talk about my nerd stuff? yes

[tinyangrynerd]

Hey, y'all wanna see my plush collection?...

Imma show y'all my plush collection :]

Look at all my pretties!!~ 💙💙💙

Snakmonster Floofty and Cy' plush are by @craftpunktabby (please go check them out, they're super awesome!!~)

#cobalt speaks #that is all :> #i also want it to be known that they are sitting on a Killer Klowns blanket #that is currently put up because it is TOO DANG HOT to use it rn :L #is this an excuse to talk about my nerd stuff? yes #but this is also an excuse to shout out cool plush artist #cause i am sTILL SCREAMING ABOUT MY COOL CUSTOM PLUSHIES to this day

[edsloveydove]

I Have Always Seen You

pairing: eddie munson x chubby female reader

summary: of course the boy i've known since 3rd grade, the one i've loved since 7th grade, would be the one to break my heart. i never thought he would be the one to fix it too...

warnings: bullying, fatphobia, use of the word pig towards reader once, falling off a bike, blood and cut knee from falling off said bike, self-doubt and sort of self-hate i guess, cursing, mentality that reader wouldn't be 'missed' (idk if thats a warning but just in case), no use of y/n, underage drinking, reader has an older brother for sake of the story (i gave him a really basic/common name), thoughts and flashbacks are in italics!! nickanames/pet names (shortcake, princess, honey, sweetheart), reader is at least a bit shorter than eddie, very poorly edited, talks of the demobats and upside down, again like very badly edited, lemme know if i missed anything, i'm sure i have!

word count: 9k+

notes: my first fic guys and it turned into this 9,000 word monster! wild! anyway, this might be trash i honestly don't know, i have no perception of it, pls let me know what you think!! also, this story is told in first person point of view so it uses 'i, me, myself' and all that, idk how i feel about it though tbh. uuuuh, enjoy!!

DON'T REPOST MY WRITING OR SHARE IT TO OTHER PLATFORMS (including mentioning it in tiktok comment sections and stuff like that pls) THIS IS MY WRITING, DON'T STEAL IT PLEASE!

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The sweltering midwestern heat was hitting Hawkins, Indiana early this year. School had only been out for a few weeks and it was already hot enough to have the city pool passing the max capacity damn near every day. 

Luckily for me, I had been able to successfully avoid going every time my friends have asked me to join them. Until now. 

“C’mon, it’s gonna be so much fun! Steve’s parents are gone again, like usual, so it’ll just be us and a few other friends!” Robin tries to convince me through the phone.  

“Robin, I never believe ‘just us and a few friends’, because it is ne-”

“It’s never just a few friends, I know. But this time it really will be just a few people. Like, actually just a few people. After everything that happened during spring break and all that, Steve really just wants the main guys there. There’s not gonna be any crazy partying, we’re gonna swim and relax, that’s it.”

“I don’t know, I might be busy tomorrow,” I attempt an excuse. 

“Then we’ll move it to when you’re free. We really want you there, you haven’t gone to any of our movie nights or other hangouts yet,” Robin points out while saying my name softly. “Is it something else? Is there someone you don’t want there?” 

Robin isn’t entirely wrong, there is something else that’s keeping me from joining my friends. And technically it does have to do with someone, but not in the way she thinks. And that someone happens to be none other than the Eddie Munson. 

I’ve known Eddie for many years. My older brother was one of his best friends while growing up having met in elementary school. James was in the grade above Eddie, and the one to introduce him to D&D, eventually passing on the title of Hellfire Club President to him as well. I was always in the background, hoping my brother would let me learn how to play just so I could impress him and his friends. 

While they were occupying the basement, getting pizza and bottles of Coke every other Saturday for their stupid role-playing game, I was in my room reading trashy romance novels and out riding my bike to the library in hopes to seem cool when I came back late at night. 

By the time I got to high school, it was James’ second to last year before he went off to college in Chicago on his big-shot football scholarship he managed to snag before he was even a senior. And yes, James was a Hellfire nerd and a star-athlete, so no one messed with their little club while he was there. Eddie was in his sophomore year, already antsy to graduate and move on to greater things. 

I was just the outcast that didn’t even have a group. It didn’t matter that I was the captain of the football team’s little sister, I never made any friends because I never tried to. 

Needless to say, yeah, Eddie and I had some history and maybe things got brought up when Vecna was trying to take over the world that might have been better left untouched. And maybe the idea of seeing him again brings butterflies to my stomach while also making my gut sink. 

“No, it's not that. I just…I guess I just haven’t been feeling it since…since yanno,” I say, half heartedly. 

Robin voices her understanding and tells me to just call back when I make a decision on if I would go or not. I promise her I will and hang up the phone. It’s not like I didn’t want to see them, because truly I did but it also wasn’t a complete lie when I told her I hadn’t been feeling quite right since the Venca situation. 

It was a really traumatic and horrible experience for everyone involved, and really astonishing that everyone made it out alive. 

‘Maybe I should just go…but what if it’s horrible? I know none of my lovely friends would ever say anything to me about it, but I just can’t stand the thought of them seeing me in a swimsuit, especially Eddie.’ I shake my head at the thought. ‘What a stupid thing to think, god, we all nearly died and I’m worried about my stomach in a swimsuit, how shallow is that? I guess some things just never change, no matter the life threatening situation…’

I go about my nighttime routine, washing my face and making sure no lights have been left on around the house. I say goodnight to my mother and fall right asleep. Or, I try to at least. 

But my mind keeps me up for much longer than I would have hoped. 

‘It would be a good time, though. Have a couple of beers, spend the night in one of Steve’s nice guest bedrooms. I wouldn’t even have to swim, I could just say I’m on my period or something. Ugh, but Robin knows that I always swam even on my period when we were younger. I’ll just wear a suit under my clothes and pretend the water is too cold even though it’s the peak of summer? Yeah, that should work. I can’t imagine anyone will care that much anyway if I’m not in the pool with them. I really do miss my friends.’

~ 

The next morning I call Robin and tell her I’ll be there tonight. She squeals in delight and tells me how happy she’ll be to see me.

Now it was just time to pick out an outfit, should be simple enough, right? 

Well, after leaving it to the last second and now only having about 15 minutes to get to Steve’s when it’s already a five minute drive, having half of my closet strewn about my room doesn’t seem like a very good place to be at. 

I finally sigh and opt for a swim suit from the summer before that I never wore, a green one piece with a wrapped sort of style for the top portion, and black cut off shorts and an old t-shirt that fits comfortably loose over it. 

I grab my keys and kiss my mother on the forehead, reminding her I wouldn’t be back till the next morning. 

Several shouts of my name reach my ears once I reach Steve’s backyard, it does bring a small smile to my face knowing I’ve been missed just as much as I’ve missed them. 

“You’re actually here, I’m so happy to see you!” Nancy says pulling me in for a hug, Robin joining on top, squishing us all together. 

“Yeah, yeah, I know it’s been a while. I’m sorry.” 

“No, you don’t have to be sorry, it’s been a really hard year,” Nancy says sincerely. 

Steve comes up for a hug next, squishing me for dear life, I could feel him about to try to lift me up and spin me around so I pull away rather abruptly. 

“Alright, alright, it’s nice to see you, too, Steve.”

He answers with a kiss to the cheek and makes me promise that I’ll come to the next hangout and every one after that. I see Jonathan and he waves with a small awkward smile. 

Finally my eyes meet Eddie’s. 

~

“James! James! C’mon, come outside and play with me!” It was nearing the end of summer before James would go back to school for his 8th grade year and I would be going into 6th grade. 

“Not right now, can’t you see that I’m busy? I’m too old to play outside anyway,” my brother rolls his eyes. 

I hop down the stairs so I can see the basement fully now. Spotting all of my brother's friends huddled around our dinky old card table while he has books and notepads sprawled on his end. 

“Well, can I at least play your game with you guys? I’m sure I can learn it fast!” I beam, faking confidence in hopes to sway them. 

“No offense, shortcake, but it’s probably too confusing for you. Besides, we’re right in the middle of a campaign, it would be too hard to add in another character out of the blue right now,” Eddie says with a chuckle, like the idea that I could play is too amusing to even consider. 

Naturally, I take full offense. 

“Fine! You’re all so annoying, I didn’t even want to play with you anyway. Especially not with someone who has a buzzcut!” I stick my tongue out at them and run away, but not before I can hear them laughing. 

Sitting alone in my room I know it was childish of me, especially for my age. James was probably right, he was too old to be outside playing tag with his sister. I was too old to be throwing a tantrum like this over some friends wanting to spend time with each other without one’s little sister hanging around. 

~

“Hey, Munson.” 

Eddie nods his head in greeting and goes back to talking with Jonathan. Well, that’s honestly about as much interaction as I expected to get from him tonight. 

“Alright, let’s get this party started!” Robin exclaims, dragging you toward the cooler filled with ice and drinks, I grab a Sprite to start with. 

2 hours later and my Sprite is still mostly untouched and it’s now gone lukewarm. The others are in the pool splashing and playing chicken, I sit on the side with my feet dangling into the shallow end, watching as they fool around and laugh. Giggles and quiet laughs leave my lips on occasion with them. 

“You should get in, the water’s really nice!” Nancy says. 

“Yeah! Strip for us and get in here,” Robin adds, making everyone laugh. 

“You guys just want to get me out of my clothes, don’t you?” I play it off, shaking my head slightly. Giggles erupt again. I excuse myself to the bathroom after pulling my legs out of the pool. 

Closing and locking the door behind me I look at myself in the mirror.

‘I should just get in the pool, shouldn’t I? I do feel like I’m missing out on what could be a lot of fun. And it wouldn’t hurt to wash all this sweat off of me. I could just keep my shirt on, I have an extra change of clothes as backup anyway.’ 

I finish my business and leave the bathroom. 

After turning the corner to go back to the pool I run straight into something firm, nearly being toppled over before hands are at my forearms to keep me from doing so. Seeing dark curls fanning across this “something’s” shoulders and several patches of dark ink on its bare skin, I immediately know I have just run head first into Eddie. Great. 

“Sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going,” I murmur, keeping my eyes pointed down. 

“It’s alright, shortcake. No harm done right?” he says, adjusting his head to try to catch my eyes. 

I nod my head and pull away from his hands that still rest gently on my arms. 

“Hey, hey, what’s up? You’re so quiet tonight, is everything okay?” 

I nod again and pull away harder, rushing out the door to get back to the pool, ignoring his call of my name and a request to “just hold on a second.” 

Pulling my shorts off quickly, I step up to the pool and begin to wade into the water before Robin stops me. 

“Your shirt! You don’t want the chlorine to ruin it!” 

My heart thumps, thinking of how I can handle this. My mouth opens to say something but before I can, Robin cuts me off. 

“Just take it off, no one’s gonna make fun of you for being in your swimsuit and if they do I’ll beat them up for you and then we’ll all collectively agree to throw them out of the group. And don’t try to tell me that’s not what it is, I can see it all over your face. You’re allowed to have fun and go swimming, I don’t like to see you excluding yourself, no matter the reason,” she says. 

Of course she would see right through any lie I could throw her way. That’s just how Robin is. No matter how clumsy she can be, she really is observant. Not only that, but she’s right. Nobody cares and if they do, that’s their problem. 

I rip off my shirt and dive into the pool trying to minimize the time in which people could see me without it. Immediately finding Steve’s legs I yank his ankles so he falls backwards into the water with an unnecessarily loud screech. 

It makes the rest of us laugh loudly until Steve comes back up for air with a thirst for vengeance. He chases me around the pool, not for long considering he’s such a strong swimmer and I’m really not trying very hard to get away from him, and catches me easily. His arms wrap around my waist and I cringe as his hands nudge my stomach, scolding myself for the action right after. Steve doesn’t care about my stomach, if he did, he wouldn’t be my friend. 

“That really wasn’t very nice,” Steve says and starts lifting me out of the water. 

“Steve, hey. Steve! Steve, no, I’m too heavy! Stevie, no! Bad Stevie! Bad!”

I’m thrown in the air as far as he can get me and I splash back down. 

I come up spluttering for breath, “Oh, you are so dead, Harrington!” 

All at once the rest of us are splashing and dunking him over and over, until he pleads mercy. Shrieks and squeals of glee and what might be considered laughter fill the air as everyone gets their turn being thrown into the water. 

Eddie comes back out from the house and cannonballs in the middle of our ‘hate on Steve’ fest. 

Eventually I end up back on the side of the pool in my shirt with just my feet in, this time so I can enjoy a fresh soda and mellow out a little, not to make myself smaller. Nancy and Jonathan have called it a night already, leaving Steve, Eddie, and Robin in or by the pool with me. 

“I never noticed this scar? Where did you get it?” Robin points to my knee. 

~ 

The nice old librarian put a hand on my shoulder gently to get my attention, telling me the library would be closing soon and it was best I head home, I hadn’t realized how late it already was. I pack everything together as fast as I can, quickly saying goodnight and unlocking my bike, trying my hardest to race home before the sun sets. 

The wheels of my rickety bicycle pump faster and faster and in my haste I bump over a high curb without realizing, flying off and onto the pavement. 

Tears spring to my eyes as air is sucked in through my teeth. I take a look at my knee and see a small dribble of blood seeping down it, my hands have little scrapes all over, spotted with little beads of red. 

Not the worst I could have gotten from a bike incident, but bad enough to keep me from being able to ride the rest of the way home. It’s not far, but so much for getting back before the street lights turn on. 

About 15 minutes later I make it into our backyard, dropping the two wheeled contraption from hell into the grass and stumbling through the door, all while sniffling back sobs. 

“Oh hey, shortcake! James was starting to get worried about you, you really shouldn’t walk alone at night yanno? Next time ju-” Eddie cuts himself off after seeing the state I’m in. Of course he had to be the one to see me like this. Anyone else could have been sent on snack duty tonight, but it just had to be him. 

“Oh my god, what happened?” He walks up to me. 

I shrug my shoulders and look away. I catch a glimpse of how bad my knees and hands have gotten on the walk home. Blood drips down both knees, my left knee looking significantly worse than the right. Dirt and pebbles cover my palms along with streaks of crimson. 

“Don’t do that, sweetheart. Tell me what happened? Please?” 

I still don’t say anything, fresh, hot tears welling up and already spilling out. I refuse to let stupid Eddie Munson see me like this, all it would be is more leverage to make fun of me with. 

He pulls my hand gently until I’m sitting down. Eddie appears in front of me with a first aid kit a few seconds later, carefully cleaning the gashes on my knees and scrapes on my hands with alcohol wipes. 

“Did,” he lets out a shuddering breath, “Did someone hurt you?” 

“No, god no Eddie, I just-, god this is so embarrassing, I just fell off of my bike is all,” I mutter, not really wanting him to hear the words as they come out. 

“S’ not embarrassing, stuff like that happens. I just wish you would have told me, here I was thinking the boys and I were going to have to band together to cause hell for our favorite little goblin,” he says. 

“You’re just trying to make me feel better, you guys wouldn’t really do that, I guess James might. Most of you guys don’t even really like me that much anyway, you don’t have to lie,” I whisper.

“That’s not true! Of course we would stick up for you!” he says like he’s shocked that I would think the opposite. 

I just shrug my shoulders again and wipe my eyes, still avoiding looking him in the face. 

“Here, let me help you up to your room. That can’t feel good to walk on,” he pulls me up from the chair and goes to lift me into his arms. I jump out of his reach before he can. 

“It’s okay, I got it. Just- you better get back downstairs before they start worrying. I’ll take care of myself.” 

“What? No, you’re basically limping just standing here, shortcake, let me carry you, it’ll only take a minute?” He phrases it like a question. Asking but also sort of demanding. 

The idea is actually really nice, and I want to say yes to it. It would be like when the prince finally gets the princess in all those books I’ve read. Eddie could sweep me off of my feet and whisk me away. 

But I know better, I know that he wouldn’t be able to lift me. Even if he could he wouldn’t so much as glance at me, again, I’m just his friend's little sister. Here only because this is where she lives. 

“No thank you, I’m okay. Go ahead and go back to your game, I’m sure they miss you already. Nobody would even notice if I were gone, but they’ll practically riot without you,” I try to cover how deeply I believe those words with a laugh as I wobble away and halfway up the stairs before he can stop me. 

~

“Um, I guess I don’t really remember. It’s probably just one of those super old scars you forget are even there,” I say, even though I recall the night I got it vividly. 

Eddie’s eyes meet mine from the other side of the pool and they look almost…hurt at the possibility that I might not remember that day. Well, he didn’t get to feel hurt about it. He made it clear that he doesn’t care how I feel when we were in the upside down. 

“Hmmm, yeah, I have, like, tons of those actually,” Robin says, “This one is from my cat, Steven, and this one-” 

“You have a cat named Steven?” I cut her off. She gives me a look that says ‘duh’. 

“But what about Steve? Like human Steve? Was this before or after you became friends? And how has this never come up before?” I practically shriek. 

“Believe me, it has come up before. And yes, before she tells you otherwise, it was after we became friends,” Steve says, settling down beside me while throwing his arm around my shoulders. 

“That is not true! I found him outside the mall before we became friends! We may have been working together at that point, but we were not friends yet!” Robin shouts. 

“We were friends, she’s just embarrassed that she named her cat after me,” Steve whispers in my ear, making me giggle like a schoolgirl. 

Even though I’ve never seen Steve romantically, he still had the ability to reduce me to feet kicking and hair twirling. 

“What’s wrong with you, Munson?” Steve asks, noticing the scowl covering his face that usually carries a bright smile. 

Eddie shakes his head, “Nothing man, just thinking about how I don’t have a beer in my hand right now.” 

~ 

A call of my name breaks my gaze away from the mirror. 

“You almost ready? It’s time to go!” James yells, entering my room. “Hey! You look great! It almost feels like I’m sending you off to prom already,” he says wiping fake tears from his cheeks. 

I shove him in the chest and readjust my hair and the straps to my dress for what feels like the millionth time. It was a rather simple looking thing considering I had to sew it myself since the only dresses even near my size were too far out of theme for the 8th grade Winter Snowball or they were simply just ugly. 

Light blue and white fabric lays delicately across my shoulders and down to my knees, matched with white slip on shoes and silver snowflake jewelry. 

“You look really nice, seriously. I know how nervous you are, but it’s gonna be okay, I promise,” my brother assures me, slapping my shoulder much harder than necessary to push me towards the door, “Now it’s time to get your butt moving, let’s go!” 

When we arrive at the dance I immediately catch eyes with Robin and speed walk to her. James goes wherever he's needed for volunteering. 

After about 45 minutes the first slow song of the night comes on as I sit contently by myself at the far end of the bleachers. I wasn’t sad to not be dancing with anyone, I was honestly sort of relieved that I hadn’t had to dance all night. But watching all the couples on the dance floor does make my heart ache just a little. 

“I haven’t seen you dance all night, what’s that about?” 

“Why are you here?” 

“Ouch, shortcake, I don’t even get a hello? And what, I can’t come volunteer with your brother?” Eddie says, fake hurt painting his face. 

“It just doesn’t seem like you, I guess.” 

He sits down next to me leaving at least enough room for another person to sit between us. He hands me an unopened juice box. 

“Seriously though, why aren’t you out there? You don’t have someone you wanna get cozied up with on the dancefloor?” He wiggles his eyebrows at me in his typical annoying Eddie way. 

I roll my eyes, as my stomach twists with shame. He’s mocking me, isn’t he? 

“Nope. I’m okay with it though. Honestly I was perfectly happy just sitting here. Until you showed up that is,” I say with a shrug. 

“Oh really? Well, gosh, who made you such a sour fart?” he laughs as I push him in the arm. 

“Alright, c’mon then. Pity party is over, let's go do this,” Eddie holds out his hand and raises a brow when all I do is look at it confused. “Let’s go dance, shortcake, you should at least once before it’s over.” 

“Um- I-” I’m at a loss for words. There’s no way he’s being anything but friendly but my stupid heart skips too many beats to count. 

“Here, I need to go check on James and see how the other volunteers are doing. While I take care of that, I want you to sit here and decide if you want to dance with me or not. Of course, I won’t make you do anything you don’t wanna, but if you’re up for it, I’m here,” he says, bouncing back to the drinks and snacks table. I smile giddily at his back and stay sitting. 

By the time the last song of the night played I was still in the exact same spot I had been for nearly 2 hours, waiting for Eddie to come back. 

Immediately after he left, I knew I wanted to dance with him. Of course I would. I’ve known him since I was in 4th grade and have had a crush on him for a year now. All I had to do was wait a few minutes and I would get to live out a fairytale dream. Dancing across the room in a flowey dress with the guy I liked. Of course it would be strictly platonic on his end but it could mean something more to me silently. 

So there I sat, with my empty juice box, tapping my foot in excitement. The first slow song ended and there was no sign of Eddie, but I was sure he just caught up with volunteer work. After the next 3 songs played I began to doubt myself slightly. 

‘Maybe he hadn’t actually wanted to dance like it had seemed. But he looked really sincere when asking me. Yeah. And even if Eddie is just a regular teenage boy, and he can definitely be a jerk sometimes, he’s much sweeter and kinder than most. He wouldn’t leave me hanging like that. He’ll be back any minute now, I’m sure.’ 

By the time 11 more songs had played, I knew he wasn’t coming back. Tears were smearing my mascara while I sat as still as possible on the bleachers, not wanting to draw any attention to myself.  

Of course he wasn’t being serious. He just wanted to tease me like usual, the only difference was this time it went too far. This time he was cruel about it. He could have just told me he didn’t mean it. Instead he strung me along and had me sitting here like a lovesick puppy for an hour straight. 

Who was I kidding? Eddie couldn’t be interested in me. He was my brother's best friend and had seen me grow up. I was just his friend’s chubby little sister. Wearing a dress that doesn’t sparkle and shine like all the others’, sitting alone and pouting like a baby. 

He probably thought I would crush his feet if I accidentally stepped on them. 

After persevering through another hour of horror, James finds me in my corner ready to head home. 

“All ready to go?” he asks jovially like he always seems to be. 

“Yes.” 

James picks up on my mood right away, but I’m already halfway to the car before he can say anything. 

“Okay, uh, I gotta clean up some stuff still but here,” he throws me his car keys when I turn back around, “Go get the car started yeah?” 

I nod and head out to the car when I see Eddie jogging up to the doors after me. My steps speed up hoping for all hell to avoid him. He calls my name but I don’t look back or slow down, in fact, the only thing it succeeds in doing is making me walk faster. 

My hands shake as I try to slip the key into the driver’s side door handle. Warm hands settle on my wrists. 

“Holy shit, I am so sorry, shortcake. I was so excited to dance with you, I really was, I just got caught up in helping another volunteer with something and lost track of time. I didn’t mean to forget you there all alone, I swear on everything. I know how excited you were for tonight and I am so sorry. I didn’t realize how long I had been gone until everyone started leaving and then I saw you get up and realized what I’d done, please forgive me,” he rambles off almost too quickly to understand. 

I expect tears but all I get is a deep rooted feeling of shame and anger. Ashamed by the fact that I thought he would come back and angry at myself for sitting there hopelessly when I could’ve danced with Robin at least. 

“Please, look at me. Please tell me you at least got to dance with someone else, right? You had a good time? Please tell me you at least had fun,” he pleads. 

A scoff escapes me as I whirl on him. 

“No, I didn’t dance with someone else, I sat there and I waited for you. I waited for you the whole time, and I guess that was my first mistake wasn’t it, huh? I believed you. I really thought you meant what you said to me.” 

I rip my arms out of hold. 

“You know what’s funny, too? I was actually having a really good time before you showed up. I told you as much earlier, even. I was perfectly happy to sit by myself, considering that’s how I spend most of my time anyway. I was really enjoying just watching the lights and the twirl of dresses, alone. I was overjoyed to just sit and watch Robin dance with her friends. And you had to come and- and lie to me! You made me feel special for fuck’s sake.” 

His eyes flash with guilt and he must have finally realized how much he hurt me. 

“I get that I’m not the prettiest and skinniest girl and I know that most of those kids don’t even know my name, but you do! You know me. You know me and you still forgot about me,” I pause and take a deep breath, “Do you remember what I said that night when I fell off my bike?” 

Eddie shakes his head.

“Nobody would even notice if I were gone. Nobody, not even you, I guess. You forgot about me not even 5 minutes after making me feel like the most special girl in that whole damn room. And that was really mean, Eddie. I hope you, at least, have a good rest of your night,” I step into the car and start the engine.

~ 

Steve plops down next to me holding 4 cans of beer, one for each of us. 

“I’m really happy I came tonight, thank you, for inviting me and not forgetting about me after I kinda disappeared,” I say quietly. 

Steve pats my back while Robin says something along the lines of ‘duh, of course we would never forget about you.’ 

Eddie stays silent, watching me closely. 

I put my drink on the ground beside me and lay on my back, pulling my shirt down to make sure it covers me still. I start to count the stars, just to keep my brain occupied. My eyes drift shut, my mind choosing to visit yet another memory tonight.  

~ 

It was James’ graduation party. All we had were a couple tables set up with snacks in the backyard and a bonfire, nothing too fancy. I made a simple ‘Happy Graduation!’ banner to hang across the gate for everyone to see, too. 

I’m wearing a plain white sundress and converse, I knew I would be running back and forth from the backyard and the kitchen too much for heels to be sensible. Making sure there’s enough drinks and food and ice for everyone was my job tonight. The sun is still up, melting the ice and warming every drink out here. 

James calls my name softly, “You can quit running around and tending to every little need. Come hang out with everyone for a little bit. Please?” 

I set down the metal tub where drinks are kept and walk over to sit around the fire with him and his usual friends. New faces have popped up over the years, but many stayed the same. Danny Williams, a junior who may or may not have been my first kiss when we happened to both show up at the same party and ended up playing spin the bottle together, Jason Carver, a freshman who appeared promising on the football team before switching to basketball instead, Michael Brown, a senior who’s been in the little Hellfire Group since the beginning. There are several others I don’t recognize and even more that I do. 

Of course, Eddie is there too. I just haven’t really…acknowledged him in…in a really long time. 

I haven’t necessarily been giving him the silent treatment, but I stopped entertaining the conversations he always seemed to start with me. 

Danny greets me with a smile as he sits down next to me. He even pulls his lawn chair a little closer towards mine, grinning slightly while doing so. 

“What can I do for you Danny?” I say. 

“Oh nothing. I just wanted to come sit by you, is all.” Huh. That…that sort of stumps me. 

I didn’t think Danny would even recognize me at the party, and I’m honestly even more surprised that he wanted to talk to me after kissing me. We make small conversation, butting into the rest of the group's discussion once in a while to add an opinion. 

Night had fallen and marshmallows and graham crackers were brought out for s'mores, as well as a couple of 12 packs of beer that someone had brought with them. 

I knew James had gone to several parties to celebrate winning a football game where there had been alcohol, or even just little get-togethers where it was provided. I guess now that it was only soon-to-be seniors and high school graduates, minus myself, left at the party it was time for that portion of the night to begin. 

I stand up to go in and let the others have their fun. 

“Where’re you going?” Danny asks, grabbing my hand lightly, looking up with wide puppy dog eyes. His eyes are a pretty green color. Brown eyes have always been my favorite, though. 

“Oh, I was just going to head in and call it a night. That way you all could have your fun without worrying about me dragging you down.” 

My comment makes his brows furrow, his mouth opens to say something, but he’s cut off. 

“You can stay out here, you know. No one minds having you here and I’m sure dear old James doesn’t care if you partake in a little drink, do you?” Eddie states. When did he get so close to us? 

“Even if I did care she gets to do what she wants, man. As long as you're safe about it, go for it,” James says, patting my back and taking one for himself. 

I’ve never drank before, but what the hell? James was leaving in just a few weeks now and this might be my only chance to try it. It’s certainly one of my last chances to hang out with everyone like this, at least for a while. 

After just 2 cans my tongue had already loosened significantly. Danny and I had been talking and giggling the whole time until he had gotten up to go home since his designated driver was ready to leave. 

“So, you and Danny seem pretty close suddenly?” Eddie phrases it like a question, wanting more information on the subject. 

Usually I would just hum in what could be taken as agreement or disinterest but my mind was running a little slower than normal. 

“Yeah, he and I kinda ran into each other at a party that I kinda crashed with Robin and we ended up, like, kissing and stuff,” I giggled. “But shhhh, don’t tell anyone else.”  

Eddie’s eyes widened, but that could have been a trick of the light. 

“What, uh, what do you mean by ‘and stuff’?” 

“Oh nothing. We just had one teensy tiny kiss because we were playing spin the bottle,” I say, not really thinking about it. 

Now I really know my brain is playing tricks on me because for a second I think Eddie looks pleased with this new knowledge that it didn’t really mean anything. 

“I feel like we haven’t really talked in a long time. What’s, uh, what’s been up, lately?” 

The question itself is awkward, but the way he struggled through it made it even more awkward. 

“I’ve been regular old me, Eddie. Nothing new or exciting. Although I did finish a book last night that really threw me through a loop. Oh! Actually there is something exciting! Do you wanna hear it?” 

He smiles, “Of course I do, shortcake.” 

“Well,” I take another sip of what is now my third beer, “William Gillar and Stacy Johnson have finally graduated!” I let out a squeal. 

Eddie just looks at me confused. 

“Do you have any idea what this means, Eds? I am finally free of those two asshats for the rest of my high school experience! Isn’t that amazing! I mean, it was easier to ignore this year than last year, but god I am so thrilled! No more mean notes from them calling me a pig in my locker and book bag, I can even finally find a table to sit at for lunch instead of hiding in Mr. Steerwell’s class,” I sigh happily. 

“Do you wanna know what else they did? This is so silly! They used to catch me on my walk home from school and steal my library books. How stupid is that? Why would you steal someone’s library books, right? They would run around with it so I would chase after them and then laugh at how my body would jiggle. How funny, right? I am so happy they’re gone, Eds, you have no idea.” 

Eddie has his mouth halfway open, anger flaring in his eyes. But that couldn’t be right, why would he care about a couple of high school bullies. 

“No, that’s not funny or silly. That’s been going on this whole time? And you didn’t tell anyone? God, why wouldn’t you tell someone, sweetheart? That’s horrible,” he says. 

“Meh, it’s just normal high school bully stuff.” I wave my hand in dismissal. 

“No, it’s not. Bullying shouldn’t even be considered normal anyway, but what they did to you? That goes far beyond normal, shortcake. I wish you would have said something. You know James and I would’ve taken care of them for you, right?” 

“Well, it doesn’t really matter now, does it. It’s too late,” I dismiss him and his misplaced worry. Honestly, it was nothing I couldn’t handle. He must have sensed how much I didn’t want to talk about it anymore because he dropped it. 

The night moves quickly after that, people say their goodbyes as James takes over clean up duty, considering I can barely stand up without nearly falling asleep. 

“Eddie, will you take her in and make sure she gets into bed okay?” James asks. 

That’s how I find myself being semi-dragged up the stairs to my bedroom and thrown on the mattress like a sack of potatoes. I don’t think Eddie was half as rough as my brain made it seem, to be honest. 

“Eds?” I whisper looking down at Eddie who’s kneeling by feet, gently taking my shoes off. 

“Yeah?” 

A couple beats of silence pass where I try to figure out how to word what I’m thinking. 

“I forgive you.” His movements stop. “I hope you know that. It’s probably such a silly little thing to even remember but I forgive you for forgetting to dance with me. I probably would have forgotten me, too. And…and I am sorry. I really am, for pushing you away so hard after. It was really stupid of me and I wish I hadn’t. Robin is a good friend, but you’re kind of the closest thing I’ve ever had to a best friend, I think. And I threw that all away over hurt feelings. Puberty, am I right?” I giggle. 

“S’ not silly to remember that. And you weren’t being stupid, sweetheart. You were hurt, you were protecting yourself and I don’t blame you for that. I should never have even walked away from you that night, but I did. And I don’t deserve your forgiveness for it,” Eddie says. 

More words mumble out of his mouth but none of it registers. Soon the noise stops and I feel Eddie’s warm hands pull my shoes all the way off, pushing my legs onto the bed and turning me to lay comfortably on my stomach. 

He must remember that’s my favorite way to sleep. 

My mind must really hate me because I swear, right before I fall asleep, I feel lips pressing gently to my forehead while a guitar calloused hand pushes hair away from my eyes. 

Of course, that didn’t actually happen because that’s not something Eddie would do. Right? Yeah, he wouldn’t…

~ 

A timid shake to my shoulder pulls me from my dozing. 

“Hey, shortcake, it’s time for you to go in.” 

There’s only one person who’s ever called me by that nickname. 

“Hm, it’s been a while since you’ve called me that…Eds.” 

I don’t know what made me decide to use his nickname. It never seemed right to use it after we drifted so far apart when James left. 

Eddie helps pull me to my feet. 

‘Hmmm, he’s always been a lot stronger than he looks. I barely even lifted myself up for him.’ 

“Oh, now you wanna be all friendly again? Using a nickname and everything? What’s this all about, huh?” Eddie says, steadying me with his calloused hands when my legs wobble.   

My brows furrow, “What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“Earlier, when we were in the house. You practically ran away from me. I mean, it’s just that we…we haven’t seen each other since we went into the upside down. I thought maybe,” he lets out a long breath. “Maybe things had changed or something, I guess. I was hoping we could talk about it after we all got out but you’ve been avoiding everyone.” 

“And why is that? Why do you think things would have changed Eddie?” 

~

“No! No, no, no! Edward Munson, if you cut that rope, so help me god!” 

“You know I always love when you use my full name.” 

And the bastard cuts the rope. 

The next thing I know, he’s out of the trailer doing something entirely too heroic and the exact amount of stupid he always is. 

Before I can think I shove Dustin out of the trailer, the one not in the upside down, and send him to go help Lucas. 

“No! We need to help him! Can’t you see that he needs help!” 

“I know Dustin, I know. That’s why I’m staying here. But I need you to go find Lucas and Erica and check on Max. There are others who still need our help, Henderson. Please, listen to me and go help them.” 

I turn back into the trailer before he can disagree again, locking the door to make sure he doesn’t follow. Without second guessing, I jump through the portal, landing somewhat safely on my side. 

I manage to find a bike and just a few minutes later I’m riding as fast as I can towards the bat tornado that Eddie stands in the middle of. 

“Eddie you dumb jerk, you better not be getting yourself killed!” I scream at the top of my lungs. His eyes catch mine as a look of horror crosses his face. 

“Why the hell did you follow me? I specifically told you not to!” 

“Yeah, well I specifically told you not to cut the rope!” 

We fight off the bats as best we can until they all suddenly drop to the ground. 

Eddie and I stand breathing hard, our brains trying to catch up with all of what just happened. Eddie turns to me, a grin beginning to form. 

I punch him as hard as I can in the chest. And then I do it again, and then again and again, until I’m pounding my fists against his chest over and over again. 

“What the hell?! Honey, stop, you’re gonna hurt yourself!” 

I choke on hiccupping sobs as hot tears overflow past my lashes. 

“Don’t you ever do something like that again! Ever!” 

Eddie grabs my wrists to keep me from hitting him anymore. I keep trying until I realize his hold on me is too strong. 

“Princess, you gotta stop. I don’t want to see you hurt anymore, please stop.” 

He wraps his arms around me, stroking the back of my hair, pressing soft kisses to my forehead. 

“It’s okay, sweetheart, it’s okay. We’re okay, I promise.” 

“That was not okay, Eddie. Not okay!” I tell him looking up into his eyes. 

“I’m sorry, I really am. But look, we did it!” 

He looks down at me thoughtfully. His eyes flit down to my lips. My breath catches. 

He couldn’t possibly be… 

His lips are on mine. And Eddie Munson is kissing me. 

Both of his hands are on the side of my face, rubbing his thumbs softly across the apples of my chubby cheeks. 

I pull away, “What do you think you’re doing?” 

“Kissing my shortcake,” he says with a smirk while I grimace at the phrase. He laughs at the face I make and kisses me again. 

I kiss back harder this time, getting lost in all things Eddie. The way his hair feels soft even despite being so dirty. His lips are somehow minty. He smells like smoke and old books. 

My heart soars. This has to be proof, then. Eddie must think of me the way I think of him. I can’t imagine ever kissing someone with this much passion if it didn’t mean something more. I smile into the kiss.

Footsteps sound behind where we stand and Eddie pushes me off of him, placing several feet between us. I look at him confused and hurt by his sudden change in behavior. He refuses to meet my eyes. He even wipes the back of his hand across his mouth, looking straight ahead at Steve, Robin and Nancy appearing in front of us. 

Oh.

He’s too embarrassed to let his new friends see him with the big girl? Is that what it is? Does he suddenly regret kissing me? Was it just a heat of the moment type of deal, then? I was the closest human thing, so he settled on me for a little ‘yay the world didn’t end’ kiss?

In my whole life, I don’t think anything has hurt as much as that did. 

~

An uncomfortable amount of silence fills the air.. 

“Things got weird after James left, but you know that. We both felt it, even though we tried to ignore it. Jason started to act like he ran the damn school even though we were friends at one point. I never saw you because we were never at your house anymore. Then I got held back and we basically had every class together. Then I got held back again and you graduated. I missed you. I really, really missed you,” he says the last part quietly. Almost like he was afraid for me to hear it. I hold back a scoff.

“I missed you so much, it’s ridiculous. I just wanted my shortcake back. My sweetheart, my princess, my honey,” he laughs to himself, I stay quiet. “God, I was such a jerk to you growing up. And not because ‘I had a crush on you’ because that’s bullshit, guys shouldn’t be allowed to be mean to girls with the excuse of it being ‘romantic’. I wish I had treated you better, been a little friendlier. I never realized how much you meant to me until your brother’s graduation.” 

He takes his eyes away from his feet to glance at me. 

“Do you remember that night? It was your first time drinking and you got so sleepy I had to tuck you into bed. You had told me about you and Danny at that party and it made me jealous. I’d never really felt jealous before, certainly not like that at least. It made me realize how deep my feelings for you went.” 

I remain silent, partly because I didn’t want to interrupt him when this is the most honest and vulnerable he’s ever been, out of respect, and partly because I was utterly confused and angered by what he was saying and claiming.

“You forgave me for leaving you alone at the dance, even though I never deserved to be forgiven for that. I didn’t even know how badly you were being bullied at school until you told me, that’s not a person who deserves to be forgiven.” 

A soft laugh and a pause. “I guess what I’m saying is…is I wish things had, in fact, changed after Vecna. And I know, that’s probably not something you want to hear because I know it’s not the same for you but I figure if you’re not gonna talk to me anyway, I may as well tell you, right?” 

He takes a step towards the house but I don’t let him get far. 

“What do you mean it’s ‘not the same for me’?” 

“Well obviously you’ve been ignoring me since I kissed you so, clearly it wasn’t something you wanted.” He shrugs his shoulders. “And that’s okay. I’m not saying you have to be with me or anything, I’m just saying…I don’t know what I’m saying.” 

“I’ve been ignoring you?” I ask, dumbfounded by his idiocy. 

“Well, yeah. You haven’t even been answering the walkie.” 

“And you think that was because I didn’t want to kiss you? Not because, oh, I don’t know, maybe the fact that the second Nance and the others showed up you shoved me away from you? It couldn’t have been because it was obvious you couldn’t stand the thought of being seen with me?” 

Eddie’s face drains of color. 

“I can’t help but see now that this is all you think I deserve. A quick kiss when no one can see, right? A little making out before someone can figure who you’re with, huh?” 

“No! That is not at all what that was! I can’t believe you would think that. I pushed you away so you wouldn’t be seen with me!” he shouts, cutting me off. 

“What?” 

“The whole town wanted me for murder! Murder! They thought I was running a cult that killed my friend as a sacrifice! My friend! I didn’t want you to be tied to that anymore than you already were, so I pushed you off before the others could see. If someone, somehow went yapping about a girlfriend of mine and things went sideways when we got out of the upside down, you might have gone down with me and I couldn’t let that happen. I just couldn’t. I was going to tell you all of this as soon as I could but you never let me get the chance, and I see why now. I am so sorry it looked like I was embarrassed to be with you, but that will never be the case with me.” 

He takes my face in his hands and looks me directly in the eyes. 

“You are single-handedly the most beautiful person I have ever met. Inside and out. You have always cared for me and the old Hellfire Club. Don’t think I didn’t know it was you sending cookies on our campaign nights, even after graduating. I remember when I showed up at your house looking for James because some older kids had taken my lunch money in middle school, little you went after them yourself and did one helluva job doing it. You sat me down and cleaned me up. Gave me peas to put on my forehead.”  

It was like a forgotten memory was just pulled up by his words, I did remember that. 

“I could never be embarrassed by you, ever. I don’t care what people think. I…I love you. And I love your hair, and I love your eyes, and I love your laugh, and I love your stomach and your thighs, and I love your mind. I love you and I hope you can see it. I hope…I hope you can see me,” he finishes off in a very quiet whisper, tilting his head down and away from my eyes. 

I place my hands over his that still hold my face. 

“I have always seen you, Eddie Munson. Always.” 

His head jolts up to look me in the eyes once more. 

“God, Eddie, I’m so sorry. I know you’re not a horrible person, I should have known, I’m so sorry. God, you were literally being hunted for murder and I was crying about you being embarrassed by me? I’m so fucking sorry.” 

I shake my head and take a deep breath. 

“I love you, I have for so long. I love the way you smile, I love the way you’re not afraid to take up space, I love the way you’re there for Dustin, the way you were there for me countless times. I love you and your horrible music.”

“Hey, now. Watch it.”

I laugh, “I love you and I see you and I’m so sorry.” 

“It’s okay, it’s okay. You’re forgiven, I promise. You didn’t even really need to apologize in the first place.” 

“Yes, I did. Because none of that was fair to you.” 

“And none of that was fair to you, shortcake. It’s okay.” 

I look at his lips, and that’s all the cue Eddie needs to kiss me. Finally. We put our hearts into it, getting lost in each other. Getting lost in our sudden understandings of the other.  

“We’re both really kinda stupid aren’t we? Stupid and oblivious,” I say, chuckling quietly. 

“Oh, definitely. I mean, we’ve known each other for, what, at least ten years and we couldn’t figure this out without a bunch of drama?” 

“It seems very on brand for you actually, you’ve always been one for the dramatics.” 

“I love you.” 

“And I love you.”

#eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x chubby reader #eddie munson x plus size reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #my boyfriend eddie #my writing

[alisonwritesimagines]

Goodnight n Go ~Steven Grant Imagine~

Summary: You have a crush on Steven and can't help but imagine what it would be like to date him.

Author’s Note: I've had this in my drafts for a while and I had been meaning to post this but never had time.

Song: Goodnight n Go by Ariana Grande

Reader’s Pronouns: She/Her

Warnings: none

Please do not post this anywhere!!!

Side Note: This is a secondary blog. If you comment a question down below, I will not answer since this is not a main blog. Please send the question to my inbox if you want a response back!

Tell me why you gotta look at me that way You know what it does to me So baby, what you tryna say? Lately, all I want is you on top of me You know where your hands should be So baby, won't you come show me?

You didn't know what attracted you to the sleep-deprived man but whatever it was, it worked. You were helplessly in love with Steven Grant of the gift shop.

You worked as one of the tour guides in the museum but before then, you used to work in the gift shop with Steven. That's how you met and eventually fell for him.

"So, Steven, where do you want to go to lunch?" You asked as you leaned over the counter. Your afternoon tour had just ended which meant that you were allowed to go to lunch. Normally, yours and Steven's lunch schedules were aligned which let you two hang out more than hanging out outside of your apartment.

"I hear there's this good vegan place not too far from here. They just opened up," Steven suggested.

"Okay. I can become a vegan for a day with you," you joked.

"Great. Shall we get going?" Steven asked you.

"We shall," you smiled at him.

I got you, I got you dreamin' You close your eyes and you're screamin' Play with your mind for no reason I know you love how I tease it You know that I'm playin', so don't be mistaken You already know what I'm thinkin', boy

You smiled at Steven while he told you what he read last night about Egyptian mythology.

"You're such a nerd. You know that?" You asked him.

"Oh. Sorry."

"No. I like it. You know I like it when you tell me more about Egyptian mythology," you smiled at him.

"Really?"

"Yes."

Sometimes your mind wandered to what it would have been like to just sleep with him. Is he good in bed? Is he inexperienced? It didn't matter. You were human. It was normal to have these thoughts about the man you had been crushing on for a while.

Oh, why'd you have to be so cute? It's impossible to ignore you, ah Why must you make me laugh so much? It's bad enough we get along so well

You passed by the gift shop but stopped when you saw Steven. You smiled before walking over to him. His back was turned, facing you as he stocked up the stuff toys of the Egyptian goddess Taweret.

"Hey, Steven," you greeted.

Steven jumped in surprise as he turned around to look at you. You giggled at his little jump. He held a hippo in his arm as he looked over at you.

"Hi, Y/n."

"Sorry for startling you. I just saw you in here and wanted to say hi," you said.

"It's alright. No harm done here," Steven smiled.

One of these days You'll miss your train and come stay with me (It's always say goodnight and go) We'll have drinks and talk about things And any excuse to stay awake with you And you'd sleep here, and I'd sleep there But then the heating may be down again (At my convenience) We'd be good, we'd be great together

"It's getting late again," Steven said as he looked at his phone.

"Do you really need to go?" You asked him.

You had invited Steven to a movie night since you both had gotten out of work a little earlier. The two of you were getting closer making you happier and falling more in love with him.

Yet you still couldn't help but think about what it would be like to finally be with Steven. He was everything you could ever ask for. He was nice, gentle, and perfect for you.

"Yeah. Don't want to be a bother and I got to make sure I feed my goldfish," Steven said with a shy smile.

"You could always spend the night here. I wouldn't mind you know," you tell him, trying to get confident around him now.

"I'm not sure. I don't want to make you uncomfortable," Steven said.

"You're always so sweet, Steven. But you wouldn't make me uncomfortable. Unless, I make you uncomfortable," you tell him with a small frown in the end.

"What? No! You're always so nice to me and I really... appreciate that," Steven tells you. You smile softly at him before standing up.

"I'm just saying, you always welcome here," you tell him as you kissed his cheek. Steven blushed hard as he looked at you.

"Oh shoot. I miss my train."

"Oh no. Really? I'm sorry. I can call you a cab or something," you offered.

"Maybe it wouldn't hurt to stay for a night," Steven said as he scratched the back of his head a little.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"I can pour us a drink," you tell him.

"Yeah. I'd like that," Steven smiled.

"Um... Y/n?" You snapped out of your thoughts to look at Steven.

"I'm sorry. What?"

"I'll see you later?" Steven asked.

"Oh yeah. Bye, Steven," you said.

Why'd you have to be so cute? It's impossible to ignore you, ah Why must you make me laugh so much? It's bad enough we get along so well

Steven couldn't help but admit that he had fallen in love with you. You were so kind to him unlike others who thought he was a clumsy idiot. Every time you walked into a room, he felt like it became brighter with you. He loved it how he could make you laugh and vise versa.

"So, Y/n. Would you like to go on a walk around the park with me?" Steven asked you.

"Yeah. Sure. I'd love that," you smile.

As the two of you walk around the park, you both decided to grab some coffee before sitting down on a bench.

"Steven, is it okay if I tell you something?" You asked.

"Yeah. Of course."

"I like you. I really like you. I understand if you don't feel the same way but-"

He didn't know what came through to him. Steven quickly leaned in to kiss you to stop your sentence.

"I like you too. I'm sorry if I rushed into that. I should've asked first and-"

It was your turn to kiss him. When you pulled away, you both were blushing hard. You smiled softly at him before leaning your head on his shoulder.

"We can take it slow if you'd like," you tell him.

"I'd like that."

"Just promise me we can go on a date this weekend okay?"

"I promise," Steven smiled as he held your hand.

#steven grant #steven grant x reader #steven grant imagine #moon knight #moon knight x reader #moon knight imagine #oscar isaac #oscar isaac x reader #oscar isaac imagine #marvel #marvel imagine #alisonwritesimagines

[curiousmagpie]

I, personally, am a big fan of the idea that Danny is actually really smart, it’s just that school doesn’t work with him. Whether that be because of constant ghost attacks, him playing down his intelligence, ADHD problems, etc., it doesn’t matter.

I like most stuff where Danny is a tech genius, or where he’s essentially a ghost culture expert with several notebooks on the topic, or a historian nerd, or *something*. I like all of those, but there’s one that I really, really love that I don’t think I’ve properly seen anywhere. It’s hard to explain so I’m gonna give an example that’s been stuck in my head.

One night, a mere few weeks after the accident, Danny’s laying in his bed, still debating if he’s human or not anymore, still trying to figure out exactly what’s happened to him. Due to the pestering of Sam and Tucker, he knows his heart rate is in the 30’s, well below what’s needed for adequate oxygen perfusion, his internal temperature is 33 degrees Celsius, where he should be suffering from hypothermia, although his skin appears to be warmer for some reason. Point is, Danny is wondering how deep his changes go, and he decides to test his DNA. Additionally, Danny being a truly brilliant dumbass, decides to test his parents DNA as well, doing a basic paternity test, which he does get:

Danny scowled as he looked at the clock above the doorway. He should be able to get the necessary equipment and materials from the lab, but there was one thing missing if he wanted this to be a proper test, which was technically in the lab but would be out of reach for the next two days if he didn’t get it now.

Bouncing on his toes, shaking himself a bit, Danny took a deep breath as he shoved his nervousness down and put on his best, ‘just doing my job ma’am’ face.

“Hey mom?” Danny called down the stairs, taking deliberately heavy footsteps.

“Yes honey?” Maddie said, voice echoing slightly up the stairwell. This was it, this was the moment of truth! Please don’t question it.

“Can I have a few vials of yours and dads blood?” He said, now standing at the doorway to the lab.

Maddie paused in her soldering work, head pulling up and staring straight forward for a moment. And then her head turned towards Danny with the most bewildered face he had ever seen on her.

“What?” Shit, she questioned it! Quick, random bullshit go!

“Uhhh, school said they wanted us to do a paternit- I mean uh, an ancestral dna test? You know, to introduce us to how evolution works?” That’s the best you can come up with?! Does that even make sense? Note to self, figure out if that makes sense.

While Danny was distracting himself with questions on if his made up excuse even fit together with his syllabus, or if DNA tests were even a good way to demonstrate evolution, Maddie thankfully understood exactly what he was talking about (She understood nothing).

“Oh, why didn’t you say so honey!” She said, standing up and spinning to face her son, “Why, I remember when I first started wondering if I was adopted!”

What.

“Oh, I tired everything to get blood samples directly from the source,” She said, giving Danny a hug, “They could have been putting samples of my real parent’s hair in the hairbrushes after all. Jazz went through a similar phase too, though she did look oddly disappointed about the results.” She was silent for a moment after that, tilting her head and letting Danny stew in baffled thought.

After two seconds too much of introspection, Maddie gave her son one last squeeze and peck on the cheek, before she sprang up and over to a strangely bare part of lab wall.

Pressing a button and flicking a hidden switch or two, a number panel came out of the wall. Maddie called out over her shoulder as quickly typed in a ridiculously number of digits in.

“Now, which sample do you want?” She said, snapping Danny out of his trance as a seam appeared and frigid air hissed out between the gaps.

“What?” Danny said, still processing, not quite understanding what she meant by that.

“Which blood sample do you want? For that ‘school project’ of yours.” She said, fingers catching on a ridge and pulling it open to reveal two levels full of vials, one labeled Maddie and the other labeled Jack, with dates and times on each vial.

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

Okay, I might have gotten carried away there. Man, I really need to write more often, that was coming so easily!

Anyway, with the blood samples, he waits until his parents and Jazz are gone and collects own blood sample, following all the correct procedures that he searched up, although ignoring the ones that don’t apply to him because he’s not taking someone else’s blood. He also searched up how DNA tests work and decided to do some extra testing, such as centrifuges, which come up weird due to parts of his blood going intangible which results in his plasma not fully separating, no matter how much he spins it.

Anyway, using the materials from the lab and a basic understanding of how a dna test works, he creates a homemade dna tester.

(You can skip this if you want, it’s unimportant but I’m just going over how electrophoresis dna testers work. (Which is what Danny is doing here))

Essentially, everyone gets half their chromosomes from their parents. There’s stuff that alter the chromosomes you get, like chromosomes crossing over and exchanging bits and pieces, but that isn’t to important here. The basic is, you have half your moms dna, and half your dads dna. Now, something important to note, is that chromosomes all come in varying sizes, you can see this just by searching it up, an X chromosome is much bigger than a Y chromosome, which is on the 23rd chromosomal pair, and say, chromosome pair 1 can be bigger than chromosome pair 9. There’s a lot of variation however, I’d recommend looking at an image for an idea what I’m talking about. Regardless, this size thing is important for how paternity tests work. Essentially, they get a sample that has dna in it, remove everything except that dna and a solution of water or something (i dunno) to keep it in, and then they get this gel thing and put the sample on one side of it and do something called electrophoresis, where an electric current goes through the stuff, and the dna move towards the positive electrode. Basically, this gel has a sort of fibre mesh through out it, and smaller dna chromosomes move towards the positive electrode faster than the larger ones. This means that they get separated really effectively, forming obvious lines. In two tests done this way on different people, a few lines will get the same distance in the same amount of time, but not all of them. Now, if those two people had a child, and then had the same test done, then the results would look like the child just saw the lines of the previous two and just picked and choose randomly, because all of Danny’s results should match up with either his moms, or his dads.

(Dna test explanation ends here, you can relax)

Now, while danny does this, Maddie’s and Jack’s fin normal, and then he does his own. And the previously mentioned problem occurs, in that some of his dna goes intangible, which ruins his results and makes a complete mess of the entire thing, and now he knows the accident has changed his very dna (which we know from the tv show intro!), and that his very essence has been changed. Now he’s left wondering if he can even be regarded as human or ghost anymore, because ghosts don’t have dna, but he does? And his dna is different now, would it even match the normal human genome? Is he less human than monkeys are now? He needs to do more tests to find out…

Alright, now we’re past the example. What was the thing that stuck out about Danny here? Was it that he doesn’t plan the most basic of shit out? Was it his parents keeping preserved samples of their own blood? Or was it the fact that Danny researched, figured out how to, and then built his own DNA tester from scratch? I’d say all three options personally, but the topic of this one is the last option.

Danny was being crazy smart there. He had a problem, figured a solution, went about getting the materials in the stupidest possible way, absorbed knowledge, did separate tests to satisfy his curiosity, and solved his problem. Although now he has new ones.

I might be able to do something similar if I had, like, three weeks to do it or something, but Danny was easily able to think of equivalents that he could find in the lab, or at least things that are close enough that he could substitute them, and he did it quickly and easily, in like, a day. That’s really really smart to me.

All together, this, this right here, is the kind of intelligence I really like being written about. Intelligence that is shown, not told.

Wow this got away from me. Whoops.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #Danny is smart #Danny Phantom Headcanon’s #headcanon #intelligence shows in different ways

[iwasboredsoimadethese]

He’s always alone

“-y,”

I mean, I’ve never seen him around anyone.

“-my,”

Even the nerds avoid him too.

“-emy,”

He’s not even a freak or a weirdo, just silent.

“-remy,”

He doesn’t even fight back honestly it’s pathetic he just lets people push him around.

“Jeremy,”

But I honestly think it’s more pathetic that I want to be his fucking friend so bad. I have no idea why just something about him makes me feel at ease.

“Jeremy!”

He’s such a breath of fresh air, he doesn’t hide what he feels, he’s genuine I don’t think I’d have to change or watch myself around him. He makes me feel like every single worry would wash away if we were to hug. He doesn’t make me feel like I have to put a facade just to fit in.

“Jeremy!”

God I just hate the fact that he can’t stand up for himself if I were to talk to him-

“JEREMY!”

“Huh?”

I look next to me

“Dude I’ve been calling out to you the fucks up with you?”

Oh it’s Ryan.

“Nothing, what’s up?”

“Nothing my ass dude you’ve been spacing out for a good 10 minutes,”

God just shut the fuck up please.

“Nothing man just fucking drop it,”

“Jeez no need for the attitude..”

He’s getting on my nerves.

“Have you heard?”

“Heard what?”

“Scarlett’s planing to ask you out, heard shes into you,”

Scarlett, your typical popular High school girl, pretty, cheerleading captain, perfect grades, perfect smile, etc. The only thing that isn’t perfect is her fake ass personality, she’s the type of person that you couldn’t tell your deepest darkest secrets, If you do? Best not make her your enemy.

“Oh.”

“Oh? OH? Seriously man!? Like the hottest chick wants to date you and your response is OH? What are you GAY!?”

Okay I’ve had enough.

“I’m going.”

“WAIT DUDE!!”

Walking the empty halls I think, how can I make him my friend? Looking up I see it.

The library

He’s always in there during lunch. Walking in I see him sitting a corner. I walk up to him.

I’m confident.

Who wouldn’t want to be my friend?

I mean, I’m famous around here

I’m the captain of the football team

I the dude everybody is jealous of

So he wouldn’t deny me right?

Right?…

“You need something?”

I didn’t even realize I was I spaced out..

“Hey.”

“Hey?”

“Be my friend.”

“What?”

“What are you, deaf? I said be my friend.”

“Is this another one your sick fucking jokes?”

“Excuse me?”

“No I don’t want to be your fucking friend.”

“Why not? I’m fucking popular, I’m the football captain, I have every hot chick crushing on me wishing I was in their bed!”

Fuck.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Do you honestly think I would say yes after all the SHIT you’ve done to ME!?”

What?

“Honestly, you and the dog shit that you call friends bully every. fucking. day. For no reason,”

“I-,”

“Do you even know my fucking name?”

“Huh..”

“My fucking name Jeremy do you know it?”

“…”

“Did you seriously bully me for so long and not even fucking bother to remember my name?”

“I..”

“Fuck off dude.”

I watch him grab his stuff and storm off.

….

“I’m sorry..”

I can only apologize.

But it was too late.

He was already gone..

_______________

OMG GIYS THIS IS LIKE THE LONGESTTTTTTT

STORY IVE WRITTEN I MIGHT CONTINUE THIS ONE OR THE OTHER INE

#gn reader #short story #tumbrl #reader #oc #x male reader #x reader #x gn reader #male reader #x gender neutral reader #bully #nerd #PLEASE HUG IT OUT #i love these sillies #prob enemies to lovers #enemies #Highschool

[gonegrove]

Eddie always trying to find an excuse to get out of gym class until Billy shows up and suddenly he's never late.

Also Eddie is definitely the type of guy to love showing off his tattoos and knows Billy especially would be so into it.

100%

Eddie has gotten ditching PE down to a science by that point. He knows how much he can miss before he’s at risk of failing and what classes/tests/etc he cannot afford to miss and he’s both pro tier at excuses and not afraid to completely ditch.

But like when Billy’s there I mean…. Who wants to miss some more of that smoke show amirite?

Thing is it’s not like Eddie’s comically bad at sports/physical stuff. It’s not he’s got two left feet or anything, his aim is Fine it’s normal and untrained, he’s as fast as anyone else and he’s stronger than people anticipate from a lanky nerd (it’s from lugging amps and helping Wayne/neighbors with stuff for some quick cash. He’s still no billy tho) — he just doesn’t wanna do this shit.

Eddie is competitive as fuck tho and he’s not afraid of getting hit. You can’t tell me otherwise my mind cannot be changed on this. Eddie is competitive in only two contexts though— music and shit like games where it genuinely doesn’t fucking matter in the end who wins. Playing board games with him is a nightmare. Him and Nancy would be shouting at each other over Monopoly while Steve and Robin look at each other in terror (Billy’s not there because you couldn’t pay him to play Monopoly).

So naturally when he actually GOES to PE and they’re doing more than weights or laps but actually playing a game it really only like a handful of lame trash talk before Eddie is invested and ready to commit acts of violence so his side wins. Like imagining Steve and Eddie joining forces to take out Billy in a basketball game is fucking hilarious. Two natural foes joint forces to take out the foreign invader making them look like fucking tools. Magical.

The teacher never puts Eddie on skins teams because of his tattoos but that’s fine with him he doesn’t care either way and if it keeps the dude from having a heart attack good for him. It’s always just a bit weird tho in the locker room when Eddie actually shows up. Despite being about as menacing as a golden retriever and never acting otherwise Eddie has a reputation for being like, hardcore and tough and shit (the competitive streak probably helps). He gets stared at a lot. Especially the tats get stared at but whatever. Not his problem. His tats are sick as fuck and he just wants to shower and not be sweaty and gross anymore thanks.

Then he notices how Billy the hottie seems to stare a lot more than the other dudes. Like long after the novelty of Eddie now being in gym consistently has worn off. And yes he 100% noticed because he was ogling Billy. Sue him. So he starts testing the waters and trying to get a bead on what’s Billy’s deal.

Billy is horny for him and very into the tattoos which absolutely works for Eddie. He’s more than happy to show them off and reel in the hottest guy in school. Eddie talks about his plans for future tattoos and Billy’s out here trying to act So Normal about it. They talk about Billy getting a tattoo (which they are both So Normal about).

God where did all of this come from I blacked out and wrote too fucking much

#billy hargrove #eddie munson #mungrove #answered

[hopefromadoomedtimeline]

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{{huehuehue yes more excuses to bother you........

Gonna have to try harder than this to bother me, nerd.

I think I've spoken plenty about my martial arts/self defense stuff on here, so I think I'll talk about how I absolutely love swimming and the beach, and pools. It's actually insane how much I enjoy it, especially since I don't really do it that often, but if I can take an opportunity to swim, I'll absolutely take it. Unfortunately, I'm the only person I know that really has a desire to go to the beach to swim irl. Friends used to compare me to Haru from Free, but obviously without all the defined muscles.

My favorite animal in the world is a penguin, I shall not hear any arguments as to what's better, bc you'll never convince me otherwise. penguins and me are ride or die.

I swear a lot??? Like not in the angry sorta way but I tend to use swears as filler words or descriptors, the reasoning for that being just a long story I won't bore anyone here with. But I use the word "fuck" so casually in my sentences it's kind of lost its meaning to me and I use it for more comedic reasons. I try not to swear online but it'll undoubtedly just slip out at one point, and it becomes a problem occasionally that I have to apologize when I drop a casual "shit" in a situation where it's not exactly appropriate.

#acoldsovereign #out of time (ooc) #q

[souryogurt64]

i'm kinda disappointed seeing Billie Joe posting Harry Potter shit especially after what britt has been posting... he has to know about the controversy with jk rowling, it's in a lot major media outlets

I completely agree with you. I personally feel that the entire Armstrong stratosphere is purposefully going in an alarming ideological direction because Billie's son got canceled. 

This isn't an excuse, but it's clear Billie is very unwell mentally and is probably doubling down on a lot of "cancel culture" stuff to avoid facing who he raised.

Raising an entitled POS brat was something he was very anxious about to the point where he was publicly talking about it in numerous interviews and wrote a song about it. Judging from his behavior lately, it seems he's struggling with the fact that it happened.

The stuff with Britt is like. No it's not okay and it's fucking weird and she's crazy but Britt had/has cancer and is/was going through chemo. That's not an excuse to be a bigot and conspiracy theorist, but also I don't expect Mike Dirnt to divorce her over this under those circumstances because chemo seriously affects your brain and she is his wife and the mother of his children.

A bit off topic but

I almost put this in the SWMRS dissertation but didn’t because it was so niche and nebulous and conjecture, and also because talking about Harry Potter and especially Snape at all gets people so worked up, I felt like it would have just caused more drama than it was worth.

But one of my core memories of knowing the SWMRS ship was irrevocably doomed was Uncool Halloween 2018, which was Harry Potter themed and kind of on the cusp of when people were starting to understand JK Rowling’s deal. 

There was drama over that ofc, but my one key memory was waiting to meet Max and Cole after the show and a small group of fansangrily confronted them about Billie/Adrienne and possibly Joey posting Snape/Lily “always” shit and having matching tattoos or something because it was “glorifying abusive relationships." Max and Cole were like backing away trying to de-escalate the situation without saying anything hard and fast. 

I haven’t read Harry Potter since I was literally 12 so pardon me if I’m wrong but like I feel like this was just the epitome of the SWMRSosphere in that 1) Yes, the Snape and Lily stuff is incredibly weird and cringe as written by JK Rowling and it’s cringe and weird for Billie and Adrienne to care about that, but they do it because they’re dumb and Billie is a goth and Adie was a cheerleader and originally engaged to someone else, not because they have enough brain cells to know or care about this terminally online nerd issue 

2) Snape and Lily were never dating??? And this is a completely fictional non-relationship between TEENAGERS that DID NOT even fully happen in the fiction??? And is purposefully portrayed as morally ambiguous and questionable in the text?? Which is a fucking kids book from the 90s????? 

And everyone seemingly lost it online over fandom drama and latched on to it as a portrayal of real life actual abusive relationships to the point where it permeated real fucking life and was obscuring the real issue here which was the fact that SWMRS were saying they were so hip to social justice and trans issues when they clearly absolutely weren’t

It just epitomized teenagers falling into bizarre and vicious herd mentalities over fandom drama under the guise of fighting for very serious real-life issues, while completely ignoring and participating in actual real-life issues. If that makes sense lol 

[daveyfvckingjacobs]

I’m gonna go on a ramble for a sec and yous can tell me if I’m just being an overthinking writer slash literature nerd who’s looking too deep into things and needs to take a moment to breath or not (and yes this is about the delancey’s again I’m hyperfixated I Cannot Help It). basic point is something that bothers me is getting at people for being an ‘apologist’ without considering the perspective of the content. like obviously if they’re just outright excusing every action when talking about them then that’s a big no BUT (this particularly/almost solely goes for art and writing over general discussion) unreliable narration is going to be really prevalent here. a fic set from morris’ perspective is going to put him and oscar in a better light than the newsies, a list of hcs relating to oscar will do the same, or paint the newsies in a much worse way. purely because it’s from their perspective so the narrative will be a different side of the story from a third/first person but still direct view. which is something that’s incredibly fun and interesting to explore, but it doesn’t automatically mean the creators views align with the content they’re making (unless it’s clearly stated which is a different case). I can say as a writer who’s been posting work consistently for 6 years that constant disclaimers on stuff are exhausting and easy to forget - sometimes you just wanna get that shit out there - but the thing about being a writer/anyone who forms headcanons the way we do on here is that exploration of reasoning AND perspective. unreliable narration is the best example of this, and it’s something to think about with this whole thing I suppose. or maybe I’m looking too deep idk, I just like talking about my thoughts this was partially just self indulgence

#does this make sense or am I just an english student #I cannot tell #but I tried to get my thoughts out #and honestly I don’t even agree with the concept of being an apologist anyways #enjoyer yes #but apologist feels too far as a way to phrase it #even if that’s not what the person means? #idk this is another thought I can’t be having in tags #anyways I love my assholes #let them be mean #but also nice #from their perspective #newsies #newsies the musical #morris delancey #the delancey brothers #oscar delancey

[sunnyie-eve]

Celebrity Crush || Pick It Up

Paring: Joseph Quinn x Original female costar

Word Count: 1919

Summary: Joseph brings up an old topic that happened while filming season

Warnings: cute interactions, fluff

A/N: For this I’ll be using my OFC in Trouble in Hawkins for this OFC to play her.

Last: Ridiculous Questions | Next: Presenting

"Guess who?" My eyes are covered. "Man, you got me...Who is it?" I say in a joking tone making Joseph huff, "You're no fun." I watch him roll his eyes at me. "I know your voice so you're at a disadvantage. Sorry." I rub his shoulder as I make my drink. "So I've been thinking..." He gives me a side eye. "You think?" I do the same. "I do actually." He chuckles. "So what were you thinking about?" I ask turning to face him slightly. "Us..." He turns to face me. "Us?" I repeat what he said with wide eyes. "Yeah." He starts to smile nervously. "What about us?" I ask bringing my drink towards my lips. "I think we should do that thing we kinda talked about when we were sorta halfway through while we were filming but never got to do anything about it. You know maybe pick it back up" He titles his head. "This is really random. What took you so long to bring it back up?" I ask him.

"I thought you lost interest in that idea since you never brought it up again." He explains to me. "No, I never did. It's just things were going on in my family and things we're getting to me. My mental health wasn't the best when I was alone then when I was rounded all of y'all, I acted like I was fine. B-but trust me, I-I never lost interest." I quickly explain to him making him chuckle at me. "I'm not laughing at your mental health by the way. It's just you're cute when you talk fast." He makes me blush. "So? What do you say?" He waits for my answer so I smile looking at the ground, "Yeah. I'd love to pick it up again." I say making him smile big. "Great." He nods his head. "Yep." I nod my head too and we both laugh at ourselves.

"Presley." Sadie walks in calling me over to her. "Excuse me." I give Joseph a smile and go over to her, "Yes?" I ask her. "What you two talking about?" She smiles big. "Stuff." I laugh at her. "Have you told him you like him yet?" She whispers looking over at him. "Sadie Sink." I cross my arms at her. "I can keep a secret. You know I can." She pouts. "We both know about each other so you can shush now. And we've known since halfway through filming. We're done now." I back away from her and she gets a huge smile across her face.

When it was time to all head out for Geeked week, some of us shared our rides to make it easier. We were split into groups like we always are for interviews and we all sat and waited for our turns. "I heard your brother took Dexter for awhile." Joseph leans towards me as I was playing a game on my phone. "Yeah, just till all the interviews and press is over with. I hate leaving him alone in the hotel room." I explain to him. "Hopefully I will get to see my son again." He says making me laugh. "He's my son not yours. You didn't adopt him." I turn to face him. "But he loves me too so he's mine too. Especially if we're doing us again..." He whispers the last part. "He's still my son." I laugh. "Our son now." He smiles making shake my head laughing. "If this doesn't work out he stays with me." I tell him. "As long as I still get visiting rights." He makes me laugh more.

When it was our turn the order we sat down was Joseph, me, Maya, then Joe, and of course Felicia Day. She introduces us all and we smile. For Joe and Maya she asks them about supporting each other while looking for love this season. For Joseph she talks about how he's the opposite of Eddie and asking if he would go to the nerd side. "Presley, this season we see Skylar and Steve are not doing so well. But mainly she's going through some things too but is acting like nothing is going on. How did you feel about learning this before you started filming? Because we know last season Skylar was traumatized by Billy's death and finally her and Steve got together." She asks me. "Surprised for Sky and Steve but wasn't for all her trauma. I mean, Billy died in her arms and yes, the character wasn't that good to others but the two of them had something special. So losing someone who meant a lot to you in your arms is gonna cause some mental damage. But with the build up of Steve and Skylar starting season 2 then finally getting together at the end of season 3 just for them to break up at the beginning of 4 was odd."

Next we get to see the scene form the lake and Steve swimming down to the gate. Joe talks about how the scene was filmed. We end talking about the Vol 1 then start over to talk about Vol 2. "So you four decide to go back to the Upside down with Nancy to face this new monster head on. Why are those always your characters first reactions. To plunge into danger?" She asks us. "You gonna bring it up with the Duffers. I'm constantly like why have theses people not left. What is the deal. You know, we're the Scooby Doo gang. We gotta solve the mystery." Joe answers. Maya talks about even after everything bad happens they just have to bounce back and keep going.

She then talks about Joseph's kick ass moment with the guitar and we all look back at the replica. He talks about how he wanted the original but they told him no. He goes to talk about that scene and how he felt when he read that he was going to get killed off. We get to take a look at the scene and I was excited to see how it came out. As I watched my mouth was open the whole time because all the scenes together was cool. He then talks about how it felt filming that part and how he knew how to play. "Presley was it cool being there in that moment?" She asks me. "Oh, yeah. Skylar's reaction to Eddie playing is literally my reaction. I wasn't even acting in that scene." I laugh. She asks him why does Eddie change to be a hero and Joseph says he probably got inspired by the others. As she thanks us for being here Joseph gets up and takes the guitar walking off with it making me laugh.

Back at the hotel Joseph, Maya, and I were paired up to guess 80's sounds. "We're um, three people in the cast of Stranger Things." Maya looks over at Joseph and I. "Today we're gonna try to guess some strange sounds from the 80's." Joseph tries to read. They play sound one for us and Maya says Ms. Pac-Man. "Or Mr. Pac-Man." Joseph says making me laugh. "I'm just gonna say Pac-Man. I will not pick sides." I look at them. "No, it's Ms. Pac-Man." She tells us but the answer was just Pac-Man. Sound 2 too was a pop sound so Joseph and so say it was bubble gum. "Bubble gum doesn't make a sound." Maya says as we get it right. "What?!" I turn to face her. "Bubble gum doesn't make a sound?" I look at her. "Not by its self. You make the sound." She tells me. "But it still makes a sound." I laugh at her.

Sound 3 was an internet dial up. "It's an elephant fart." Maya looks over at us so I just look at her with a smile while Joseph says what it is and I nod my head. "Oh, the sounds just keep going? That was the whole sound. That was one sound?" She asks. "It was the internet." I say. "Okay, that sounded more like an elephant's fart." She makes me pat her knee. "I know." Sound 5 was a ding and I was stuck. "Bling, bling. It's a fairy's kiss." Maya tells us. "It's a Nintendo." Joseph says making it come to me. "To be specific, a Game Boy." I snap my fingers. "No, it's an instant message." Maya says. "Its... it's..." Joseph says but I got it. Sound 5 had us all stuck. "Dad coming home." Maya says making me chuckle some and I look at Joseph trying to go laugh. "You wish." He tells her making her laugh and me cover my mouth. Maya talks about how it could be a cash register and we look at him while he thinks, "You're old. Do you know?" She asks him making me crack up and shocking g him. "What did you say?" He asks shocked making us laugh. They play the sound longer and we yell Pinball machine. The last song was Stranger Things theme song.

"Well you two have fun playing charades." I get up from my seat as we finish. "Why aren't you playing?" Maya asks me. "I wasn't picked for it. Plus I'm not feeling good right now. My head is hurting. Have fun." I give them hugs then go to my room. I get in comfy clothes and lay in bed after taking something for my head. One thing I hate about hotels are the tv channels. They were almost like hospital tv channels but at least better. As I was watching tv I started to fall asleep after some time just to have knocking on my door. "Ugh..." I get out of bed to see Joseph outside my door. "Yes?" I ask opening my door. "Wanted to come check on you." He walks past me into my room. "Well I was falling asleep when you decided to knock on my door." I let him know as I crawl back into bed. "A nap sounds nice." He removes his long sleeve top so he was in his white T-shirt.

"Excuse me, I didn't offer you to join me." I laugh as he lays next to me. "You act like we haven't shared a bed before. We were closer in set for a few scenes." He smiles, pecking me on the cheek as he holds me in his arms. "True." I smile holding his hand. "This is nice." He sighs as we watch tv. "It is. I didn't realize how much I missed this." I look back at him. "I'm glad you still feel the same way." He gives me a smile. "How could I stop?" I laugh looking back at the tv. "Can I kiss you?" He whispers making me roll over to face him with a smile, "I'd like that." I smile and he cups my face. He placed his lips on mine slowly. It felt like I was entering the heaven all over again. Soon he slipped his tongue in and I let it passionately swirl with my tongue. After some time he broke the sensual make out session just to smile at me. "You are so beautiful." He makes me blush. "My head still hurts so how about we get some rest?" I ask him. "That's fine with me." He holds my close to his chest.

#stranger things #joseph quinn #joe quinn #gaten matazarro #stranger things 4 #stranger things s4 #eddie munson x henderson #eddie munson #stranger things eddie munson #steve harrington x henderson #steve harrington

[drkineildwicks]

BH6 Snippets--2/24/2024

More work on the sequel to (Not So) Hated by Life Itself today, still poking the name idea for the sequel to see if I like it...in the meantime, been folding a couple of different episodes together, including "Fan-Friction" from season 1, since the team is running around in costume finally:

“Well Karmi and I got to talking earlier,” Honey Lemon said brightly, putting a hand on Karmi’s shoulder.  “Mostly about her fanfic, still think maybe Tall Girl should be called Chem Girl—anyway, really think we bonded over bio stuff Karmi you should sit with us.” Hiro grimaced, kind of glad that Karmi at least looked horrified at that notion as well, although the cake definitely went to Obake with his face buried in his hands.  “Uhhh I’d love to but…I had an excuse and I really need to go be with the excuse.” “Nah we can budge up,” Tadashi said, giving Hiro one of those pointed looks—probably the play nice suggestion he had hit Obake with earlier. Speaking of, Obake had apparently had enough—stood up abruptly.  “No need, she can have my seat.”  Turned on his heel and left, pausing only to grab his bag. “Uhhh I’d better go with him,” Hiro said, packing everything up and shouldering his backpack.  “Make sure he doesn’t blow up the labs—”  Did pause to give Karmi a raised eyebrow.  “’Kid Sidekick’?  Seriously?” “I don’t take slander from nerds still struggling with homophones,” Karmi said, returning the eyebrow raise. “Whatever.”  Run after Obake, leaving Tadashi nursing a migraine while Fred peppered Karmi with questions about her fanfic.  Did eventually find him in the labs, busy screaming into Baymax’s vinyl. “Seriously?” Hiro questioned. “Obake: is upset,” Baymax offered, standing in his charger. “That’s putting it mildly,” Obake muttered, voice muffled from having his face buried in Baymax’s chest. “Yeah but I’m used to you avoiding Baymax,” Hiro pointed out. Obake finally pushed himself away from Baymax.  “Usually I’d scream into a couch cushion, but the robot volunteered after explaining to me about all the wonderful germs I’d be smearing all over my face.” “Should I be concerned?” “Apparently Wasabi has a point when it comes to deep-cleaning the various surfaces.”

So technically we have bits of "Fan-Friction" from season one, "The Hyper-Potamus Pizza-Party-Torium" from season three, and "Nega-Globby" from season two--under severest technicalities "Nega-Globby" and "The Globby Within" both got nixed due to no chem-purse in "Big Roommates 2" to steal, and a couple of episodes are getting shuffled around to try to repair the mess that season three was and shake some of the executive meddling off of season two. Does that mean I have entirely different plans for season three? Yes, yes it does.

#bh6 #bh6 month #obake #big hero 6 #big hero six #hiro #big hero 6 the series #big hero six the series #tadashi #honey lemon #karmi #(not so) hated by life itself #that time-travel Obake AU #trying to unravel these seasons and weave them back together into something coherent has been a trip ngl

[wrecking]

how is it already january 31st. ok anyways uh fun month musically tbh! been listening to a looooot of yeule and a bunch of random older stuff clicked with me finally, gonna ramble about them under the cut

allie x - girl with no face (pre-release singles)

tbh gwnf made sense to me instantly and owht was incredible on first listen, but black eye took MONTHS to grow on me. at least i'm obsessed with now, prepare to see this on the list all year

ariana grande - yes, and? (single)

i am basic and like house music. i think the dissonance on the chorus lines scratches my brain in a way not a lot else does currently, it's just kinda listenable in a fun way and that's all it needed to be imo. that one line is kinda funny with how underperformed it is tho

dua lipa - houdini - extended edit (single)

this has just been slowly taking over my brain ngl, hooks on hooks and they're all very fun to just sing to yourself while you're doing random things

tinashe - bb/ang3l

talk to me nice SWEEPS okay but also tightrope, needs, treason... honestly the whole fucking ep okay it's all good

paramore - this is why

tbh this gets on here almost exclusively off me watching the live debut performance of running out of time. her vocals are so good and that song in particular has been my jam this month ok, also you first is so good both as their song and as remi wolf's

adrianne lenker - songs

several alters were vibing with this this month and tbh good for them. her next solo album is probably gonna take over my life when it releases so hey

paramore - after laughter

dash really liked this one, i've been really clicking with rose-colored boy finally. i find this is why to be the better listen overall, but god this thing is still really good

confidence man - tilt

weird pick but i've kinda come back around into being obsessed with this again! subdued but quirky dance, it's not as immediately catchy or bold as their debut, but i really like it for what it is

yeule - softscars

this was the centerpiece of the month, well tbh all of yeule's discography could be. their stuff is so good but in particular like poison arrow, a song i'll get to later when i talk abt glitch princess, and cyber meat and 4ui12 have been just ruling this month for me. this album's groaning metallic soundscapes have just been so cathartic as of late. i'm a stan now

looks away somewhat shamefully - 1989 (taylor's version)

i don't even have an excuse for this one ok i just like this album, i have for like fucking 7 years at this point and i like the vault tracks and the less i have to think about the discourse surrounding Her As A Person the better.

charli xcx - crash

this kinda snuck back up on me this month? finally decided to revisit it after a long long time away, and it's held up incredibly well! much like hold the girl by rina sawayama, an artist is not merely worth based on how much they pander to rym nerds. the hooks, delivery, and production on this are so fucking good idgaf

100 gecs - 1000 gecs

this really has held up so well ok. 10k also rly good but this and the unreleased stuff has been scratching a particular itch for me this month. literally every song (except stupid horse i THINK which is fine bc i was obsessed with it before now) has been the subject of a small obsession of mine this month it's so good

olivia rodrigo - guts

this album keeps holding up and keeps being relevant to me personally. girl please put the deluxe tracks on streaming already for me

pinkpantheress - heaven knows

this album is SO fucking good hoooooly shit. i thought her first project was just ok but this is an ALBUM. ophelia, feel complete, mosquito, the aisle, hell that ENTIRE first 4 track run, i feel like i'm forgetting more but like just that alone... god...

rajie - heart to heart

my city pop hidden gem, this thing is so flawless even still. it's me it's you is still peak hooks. there are a couple other japanese titles i don't wanna go copy paste but like they are also just some of the most timeless melodies i've ever heard. this and timely by anri are the 2 city pop releases i keep on full rotation constantly now

yeule - glitch princess

don't be so hard on your own beauty. that's literally it. i don't want to talk about it because it's personal but i've been streaming it like my life depends on it. means the fucking world to me

cafune - love songs for the end

this just refuses to let go of my attention? 5 songs, probably just "generic pop" to most people, yet perspective and unchained memory REFUSE to leave me alone. the amount of times i've just ended up mumbling out that "honestly i think about-" and end up singing the entire thing to myself is unreal. shockingly effective hook

lady gaga - the fame monster (deluxe)

felt like revisiting this and it's still kind of just a big pop bible. my spotify has been playing teeth way too much but other than that, no song really manages to wear itself out. i guess maybe paper gangsta but that one's so silly how could you hate it

florence and the machine - how big, how blue, how beautiful

random pick but i'm standing by it. have come to the conclusion this and hah are her best records, and i maintain that. this one in particular tho is just stunningly good

kacy hill - is it selfish if we talk about me again?

alice really liked this, and i've also been streaming frog rinse a fuckton bc god that vocal effect is so unique yet so good

laura les - haunted (single)

probably the 2nd most defining thing in january besides yeule, this single has been just The thing i listen to all the damn time. her unreleaseds are so good too (walls are closing in?!?!>?!?>!>??!! RELEASE IT)

maude latour - 001

random pick again but this ep is so good, it's her best imo despite not appearing to have "that high highs." something about the aesthetics of each song here and how they're basically all good bops holds them up so well

hiroshi yoshimura - music for nine post cards

this and green are records that mercedes has been streaming like no tomorrow cuz they're so chill, but this one is definitely my lesser favorite? better cover but i care a lot more abt the songs on green except for blink, which is mesmerizing

100 gecs - unreleased

literally all of them but especially ratatouille and the thos moser remix. they need to just put out an unreleased record idgaf they have too many good songs sitting on youtube

hiroshi yoshimura - green

i got a gorgeous vinyl copy of this, and i've just been thinking a lot about this album. also peak reading music, ambient sweep

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ok so unrelated ik i said i'd do stats for 2023 in this post back in december but you know what... i don't feel like it. just know it was like big thief dragon, ethel preachers daughter, and maggie rogers surrender top 3 charters of all time so far. let's see how this year treats all of them!

#d #m

[saint-petah-the-good]

Scream fanfic: randy x vampire femme gurl

(My writing will be shitty im dislexic ,anyone can take this idea just tag me pls)

I've asked writers on this platform to wright this but they have to do other shit so imma do it, badly 🤪 it's gonna have mistakes sowyyyy

Idk were to start mmmm...also randy perspective 

We were all sitting by the fountain when Tatum came with a girl we didnt reconize...I'd had to be the new in town ,she was wearing a long red wine dress with flower patterns on it ,a black leather jacket ,doc martens and sunglasses .She had dark hair and very pale skin probably like snow white .

-guys this is julie 

Everyone greeted her ,she was very shy and only responded with a little hi that you could barely hear .Stu was looking at her like he was preparing for a joke but tatum shuted him up.She decided to sit between me and tatum scooting closer to Tatum than next to me wich was normal since she didn't now me .We continued to talk when suddenly a black fancy car came and she stood up having to go ,excusing herself, tatum invited her to a party last minute and she left.

~dodod Dopod  intermission or something bisch idk dodo this kney channel~

Night came and we were all at the party fucking around when tatum comes in again with Julie following behind this time she was wearing a simple short skirt black dress that really suited her and she wasn't wearing her sunglases so you could see her face better.She had big eyebrows that enhanced her big emerald eyes that looket like they were illuminating her hole face ,she really did look good .She was kinda akward since she didn't now were to sit or even stand in the room so she looket at me from afar with her piercing eyes and come to sit next to me on the couch

-you mind if I...

-OH no absolutely not 

From even closer you could notice every detail about her, I really wanted to try to talk to her...

-So hummm...

(She turns around and looks at me )

You..hum..like movies?

-oh yes defenetly 

-coolimintihorormovies

(She looket at me weirded out but laughed a little and smiled ,i probably sounded like a huge nerd)

-noice ,I prefer action movies or comedy, in terms of horor I'm more of a reader than a movie person...

-like what movie...yk the title

-umm...Lost boys...

-oh i loved that movie the music was soooo good i remember watching it as a kid and wanting to be the one of the frog brothers

-oh me quite the contrary i wanted to be marko i just loved his style aldo the frog brotheres were cute...

(My cheeks flushed,she liket an underated movies , idk why that just made her even more attractive and i probably wasn't fully lisening to her cause I was to busy looking at her cute expressions when she was explaining stuff... When suddenly stu interupted us and embarrassed me calling me a wimp and pointing out the fact i was looking at julie "lovingly" ,I just played it of with my akward laughing a little looking at the floor instead she gived him an awful serious stare that was clearly telling him to not interupt and shut up so he left kind of irritated and we continued to conversation were at that point she was really close I could smell her perfume that smelled like roses ,I think at that point  I was really red because she was laughing at me sweetly with her unrisistable smile and she had to pink cheeks on her very delicate pale skin )

Idk what to write anymore so here you have it do what you will

#scream #randy meeks #randy meeks imagine #vampires #fanfic idea #idk man #f up #im mentally unwell #heheeh #pls read #randy meeks fanfic

[tellthemeerkatsitsfine]

Last night I may have gotten into that thing that is absolutely terrible but for some reason appeals to the sort of thing I enjoy when I’m drunk, and that is re-watching some bits of Roast Battle. God, it’s a really bad show. But it can be fun, if whiskey has been involved.

Roast Battle is mainly made up of younger comedians, who were just trying to get their faces out there. Older comedians being on there is less common, and it’s a bit unfortunate to see, because I guess it means they wanted to be on TV but that plan had not gone well enough to turn down TV work even if the show was shit. Though that doesn’t explain all of it – Richard Ayoade appeared on one episode as a judge, for reasons I absolutely do not understand. I mean, other judges have included Russell Brand and Jonathan Ross, who were also hardly desperate for TV work, but they like doing this sort of shitty TV show. While Richard Ayoade is just… undeniably better than that. He kept deadpanning throughout his episode that he hadn’t read things very carefully before agreeing to appear on that show and he just wanted to leave, and I don’t think he was 100% joking.

The other weirdest one is that Johnny Vegas appeared, not even as a judge but actually doing one of the roast battles. I don’t know what his excuse is for doing that shit, as he’s on all the other panel shows and just has a very successful TV and stage career, so he did not need this. But he was on there with his friend Phil Ellis, a comedian who’s never been on TV otherwise, and I have a theory that’s based on nothing (except for… why else would he be there?) that Johnny did it as a favour to his friend, because they’d have on this completely unknown guy if it meant they’d get Vegas.

Anyway, last night I watched the Mark Watson versus Andrew Maxwell one, which is… possibly an example of some comedians who said yes to something shitty because they weren’t getting offered as much TV work as they wanted. It was maybe, possibly, a little bit that. There’s a Mark Watson quote in an old article about his feud with Frankie Boyle that says: “I am also aware – as my adversary pointed out – that I’ve done things that suggest a lack of integrity (advertising cider, appearing on shows that I knew weren’t very good and giving a private performance for the Pope, though one of those may not be true).” This quote is from 2011, but I’m pretty sure he actually saw into the future and knew he’d be on a show called Roast Battle in 2018, and that’s what he was talking about there.

There’s something I find inescapably hilarious about this one, as not only is Mark Watson just too good for the show, but obviously its format does not remotely suit him. He was so very far out of his comfort zone. Luckily he had a somewhat easy one; you don’t need to get that creative or cruel to come up with things to say about Andrew Maxwell, you can just repeat the word “short” over and over until it mercifully ends. A credit’s a credit on IMDB.

This is the first time I’d watched this one since I got more into Mark Watson’s stand-up recently (I swear I don’t re-watch them that often), which means it’s the first time I got that when Maxwell called him an alcoholic, that’s… actually sort of slightly accurate. Which does make that one a little harsh, for something to shout at someone on a televised roast battle. So it’s harsher with that context, but also funnier with the context of other stuff I learned recently, which is that 20 years ago at the Edinburgh Festival, Andrew Maxwell was involved in making fun of some other people for not being alcoholics by naming them after chocolate milk. I don’t think he specifically coined the term Chocolate Milk Gang – that has been credited to Glenn Wool – but he has been described as basically calling them a bunch of nerds because they didn’t get drunk every night for a month. Even though I’m pretty sure Daniel Kitson’s the only one of them who abstained from drinking entirely.

So they did not drink enough by Andrew Maxwell’s standards, but Mark Watson drinks too much. Given that, I think I can make a list that ranks comedians by most alcoholic to least alcoholic:

- Jon Richardson

- Mark Watson

- Andrew Maxwell and Glenn Wool

- Non-Kitsonian members of the Chocolate Milk Gang

- Daniel Kitson

- Frankie Boyle

The order of the first two is because their stories suggest that Jon Richardson and Mark Watson probably drink similar amounts, but at least Mark admits he has a problem.

The order of the last two is based on the logical precedent set in the brilliant stand-up bit by Paul Foot, about levels of homophobia. Paul Foot claims that the highest level of homophobia is if you go around punching people just because they aren’t homophobic. Punching people because they’re gay is actually only the second-highest level of homophobia. Following this logic, just being teetotal is only the second-highest level of non-alcoholism. The highest level of non-alcoholism is when you call someone a cunt because they advertised cider.

[cafeacademia]

Alright if I have to ship you with someone that's not me...

I ship you with a lot of people but for today I will ship you with Layla: I think she would love to look after you and protect you like did you see her fighting skills? I think she would find you adorable and sweet and that's maybe all she needs. Someone who will love her and make her food and cuddle with her, someone she can look after but knows looks after her too. She would love to take you on a ride on her motorbike. Oh and yeah she'll dom the hell out of you if that's what you want.

But I also ship you with Steven and Marc... Let me explain:

For Steven, I think you are the perfect person to read with and go to museums with, both of you nerding out over stuff. Your old sweaters you love to thrift shop, yeah he's stealing them, they are just so comfy and smell like you. Cuddling while both reading books is a must and wow, all the book shopping you two do it's insane. He also would feel so safe with you to explore new sides of him both in sexy times and not. He feels like he can tell you anything on his mind and be vulnerable with you and will do anything to make you feel safe too. And let's talk about the sexy stuff, why not? He's a bit unsure in the beginning about what to do but he for sure listens to what you tell him and takes notes. Oh and about who is in control? It depends. But he would love it if you take control, he will just melt. And after the sex? Cuddles and taking a shower together are a must for him! He would just love you so much!

Marc, this one is a little trickier. In the beginning, he was unsure. How can someone as sweet as you fall for him? But when you give him his room and understand that he needs his time and just look after him without touching him or forcing him and when he sees how you are with Steven he starts to be around a bit more. He lets you cook for him and starts asking what you read hoping you will ramble happily about your book and the stuff that happens in there. He will always join you on walks. He needs to be sure you are safe. When both of you slowly open up a bit more about what you have been through he swears he will never let anything happen to you and you do the same. One night he fronts and comes to you in tears and scared, he just had a nightmare and now he needs you close and feel safe in your arms, he truly trusts you and when you need him he'll always be there. He is not the best with talking but for you, he tries, he really does but most of all he will show you (yes that includes sweet lovemaking in the early morning while it softly rains outside). He would love to stay in your arms forever. He will also always find an excuse to hold your ass. You are cooking? he will help by holding you. You are trying to read something? Nice you can read while you sit in my lap. Wanna take a shower? Cool! He'll join so he can keep your company (And wash you) It took him some time to get intimate but once he trusts you? He'll never let you go

Sorry this was really long but yeah here you go! hahaha Love you sweety!

AHHHH MEGAAAAAAAAAAAN I can't tell you how excited I was when you sent this, thank you SO much for sending this to me and taking the time to write three personalised hcs 😭 I just love everything about this and I'm so so so in love with all three of them (and you of course) - totally saving this somewhere so I can enjoy rereading this in the future!

Okay now for you!

I ship you with Bucky Barnes, Derek Morgan and Layla!! - these are always the boys that come to mind when I think of you and Layla is also a recent person I can see you with!!

Bucky: I can see you and Bucky spending a lot of days indoors together. He would take care of you on those days that are just difficult and make you feel so cared for, but at the same time, he knows you'd be there for you for his bad days too. He begins to get a little less shy before you get into a relationship, then when you start dating he's really comfortable with you. I know for a fact that Bucky would absolutely adore making a blanket fort with you - it's a cold, rainy day outside and you just want to curl up in the warmth and not leave the comfort of your apartment, so he builds a fort with you. It's soft and romantic and if the mood is right, he makes love to you under the gentle glow of the fairy lights inside of your fort. You always feel safe and cared for with Bucky, he takes everything at your pace, emotionally and sexually and he's just the sweetest partner, but in the same breath - oh my god the amount of mischief you'd get up to together, Sam and Steve would not know what hit them with the amount of pranks you pull on them - not to mention the amount of times people walk in to find the two of you having some kind of nerf gun battle in the living room.

Derek Morgan: Oh he is just OOOF he's so in tune with you - he's so sweet and caring but in the same breath, he's extremely passionate. That man is very giving, especially in the bedroom. He loves taking his time and making you feel good - he lives for your reactions and the satisfaction it gives him to watch you enjoy the pleasure he gives you. He's definitely a soft dom, but he also loves the challenge of you taking control too and it's so playful and exciting to swap control. He's a bit of a hopeless romantic too, so you always come home to romantic gestures like date nights at home, pretending to be your personal driver while he takes you out to see a movie, trips to the museum or the coffee shop with an extra flair! Derek loves to treat you, but he also loves how much you are there for him too. He knows he can always come home to comfort after a difficult case. You usually make something like cookies or you try to bake something else if you know when he'll be home, but if you don't know when he'll be back, you just keep yourself prepared for when he does come home so even if you're at work or asleep when he arrives, there's a note and some comfort items waiting for him to wind down until he gets to spend time with you again later in the day or in the morning.

Layla: I can also see you with Layla!! She'd absolutely be so fun to spend time with. She definitely indulges your adventurous side - I know she'd LOVE going to the theme park with you and going on really fast rides and she loves the way it makes you all giddy afterwards! But, while you spend a lot of time exploring and doing really exciting and adrenaline inducing things, she loves having down time with you at home. Baking together? Layla loves it. Want to make dinner? Absolutely and if you're not sure how to cook a dish, she'll get adventurous in the kitchen and do her best to improvise it. Also, like you said, she'd definitely dom you if you wanted her too, but she'd also love it when you dom her too. Her favourite is the mornings when the sunlight pours into the room in golden streaks and she gets to be with you so intimately before the world is fully awake, there's something so magical about sharing that with you.

#megan 🕵🏻‍♀️ #answered 🖋️ #i'm IN LOVE #ellies reads 📚 #tagging this as a read so i can enjoy this later

[whats-rambled-rambled]

okay okay had to put this in an ask because tumblr limits the length of comments and I have a lot to say, I'm sorry, this is going to be a lot (I'm not that sorry)

first I would like to reiterate that I see what you're doing setting us up for canonical pain. I SEE IT. I'm ready but not ready. Oof.

second, I love soft Neil. I love Neil and drinks. I love that he brought her tea. I love that he's a little bit sassy. The your honor comment? Golden. "I rest my case"?? "I am in bed"?? I love him your honor (pun intended).

not gonna bother numbering anything anymore because just aklhslfkajhlkdfa I wasn't kidding when I said this chapter is already making my brain do crazy things (specifically dial up internet noises and incoherent screaming). You write angst SO. WELL. I have never been so ready to be put through more pain. You seriously make me feel like I'm experiencing each and every emotion. I feel a little fucked up that one of the agents died and I don't even know them. That's how well you wrote that

also, the reader nerding out over the timeline software? I love it. I love this soft, smart reader. I have a feeling they're way more capable than they seem, if that makes sense. Love the tiny details you add too, to make them more real, specifically the type of drink they like (fruity but kinda sour)

throwing in a "what's happened's happened" as part of Neil's argument to love and get to know people, even at the risk of losing them? Fuck me up shet just do it already (again, I see what you're doing here and I hate it but I love it)

Oh oh oh and "I might not have a hall pass"!! Naughty Neil! Neil was definitely a secretly naughty schoolboy, I just know it. He got up to some stuff (movie quote reference intended).

I'm very sorry that this is like super long and incoherent and that it seems like I'm a little obsessed with you and your writing but like....I am. I want more. I will read whatever you write, forever, even if I have no fucking clue what the source material is. You're just so good! And I always know how much I love getting long asks like this so I figured I would spread the love!

tl;dr I'm obsessed, please keep it up, you're amazing, Neil and this reader are amazing, posterity is amazing

P.S. I'm ready to get a little more fucked up when I listen to the song for this chapter on the way home

(I'm done now I swear)

Okay, I will try not to randomly burst into tears, so forgive me for rambling.

And I'm not surprised you see it, but you know -

-- and I did, too.

(I might have just made this one on the spot, excuse the clunkiness)

Neil and drinks - I love this trope, and I know we already had some of it in the previous chapter, but I think he's exactly the person who would bring you something comforting to drink after a night like that. And he's a good listener so, of course, he made the right decision when it comes to the choice of the beverages. Aaaand he can be a little shit all the same, in the best way possible! In this house, we love a man who can do both 😌

Dial-up internet noises - Shelby, I CACKLED. And I'm glad you felt something during the KIA agent's part, however that may sound lol. I really wanted to capture those emotions and make you care about that poor guy even with so little time spent with him story-wise.

And it makes sense, yes! This Reader is capable of many things, I think they are a bit surprised that they show their vulnerable side so easily when it comes to Neil, but they can't help it and I don't blame them. And a drink of choice thing is such a great tool to tell a little bit about Reader without going into lengthy descriptions, I can't resist using it whenever I introduce a new reader.

Listen, the "what's happened's happened" - I swear it kinda...happened hah. These two are talking, I am nodding and typing it down, and then Neil drops this and I'm like - fuck me up, why don't you. 😂

I am all down for secretly naughty schoolboy Neil. Please, someone write 10k on that topic. Or 10 chapters, even better!

(You have no idea how much I appreciate random references like that)

Don't ever apologize for super long and/or incoherent comments, you said so yourself - that's every writer's dream made true, and I am tearing up again, damn you. Thank you so so much for taking the time to leave me one, and every kind word, I'm just-- 🥺

PS. Please let me know how you like the song, you can also throw in Old Stars by Fergus James and Dustin Tebutt, and Lullaby by Emmit Fenn while you're at it😏)

#dont touch me im soft #seriously yall are so nice and supportive what did I do to deserve it #😭 #shet answers #feedback means the world