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Good Days (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader)

(photo not mine, will delete if asked)

word count: 5.7k

summary: Good or bad days, Eddie was always there.

warnings: best friend to lovers trope, fluff, cussing, tiniest use of weed, Season 4 ending didn’t happen teehee

a/n: First full fic in a while, hope you all like!! special thanks to my friend for being my editor and helping through my process:) <3 p.s: i listened to Touch Tank by Quinnie and Bad Habits by Steve Lacy the entire time i wrote this so thats kinda the vibe here 😋

Summer days in Hawkins, Indiana varied of being the worst, okay, or best days of your life.

Worst being the achingly hot days, over 90 degrees with a broken AC unit, nothing to do , and unable to go anywhere but stay in your hot ass room. The sheets of your bed made it unbearable to stay laying down, the leather of the couch sticking to your skin made you itch and irritated. Bonus points if it was a day when they were cleaning your parents pool, they forbid anyone from going in the water until 24 hours after the chlorine sets.

Okay days were much better, when the AC worked and the leather couch didn’t make you want to scream at anyone who dared to talk to you. You were able to walk or bike to a friends house, maybe hang out at the mall if you were allowed to go out. Uneventful days, not bad but neither amazing.

To others, the definition of the best summer days would probably be something like hanging out with friends, getting high in the woods, going for a naked swim at lovers lake in the dark. And you agree, doing all those things sounded amazing. But you liked the simple life. Hanging out and watching a movie, getting take out, singing karaoke, and playing board games with friends, doing all those things in one day seemed like the best summer day to you.

Today was one of those days. A pool day.

You’d invited Eddie Munson, your best friend and the “freak” of your hometown. You’d been friends with him since the time you didn’t know how to wipe off the sticky orange juice from your hands. Since middle school when he’d discovered his favorite genre of music and decided to reinvent himself. Since the beginning and end of high school, when the two of you seemed to have nothing in common anymore but could talk about everything. Everyone told you those four years of hell to “stay away from him”, that “that devil worshiper will corrupt you.” You ignored all these comments, laughing at them with Eddie later that same day. He’d accepted his title as the town freak, knowing that you understood him was enough to make him feel better.

Eddie had ran a club when he was in high school, the Hellfire Club. Where a bunch of Dungeons and Dragons loving nerds would band together and play campaigns, acting out as knights, warlocks, mages and elves of sorts in order to defeat their imaginary enemies. Not many people joined the club, seeing as everyone in the town followed the same “normal person” cliché, all afraid to even be associated with your old school’s drug dealer.

But not 3 annoying freshmen. 3 boys who ran after and idolized Eddie as their leader, waiting for any chance to talk to him at any time of day. All three attached to the hip of each other, always seen together and hardly ever apart. Eddie had grown fond of them, accepting their constant nagging to be around him, always accepting their request to tag along with him when he’d go out.

And thats how your backyard ended up like this.

Pool floaties full of sun kissed bodies, water splashed all over the cement floor surrounding the bowl of water used for swimming. Loud music blaring over a speaker, cups and chips thrown around the table and on the floor of the deck.

More people showed up than you had expected, all you did was say yes when Eddie asked if he could bring a few people along.

Apparently, a few people meant 4 kids and 3 other teens/adults to your house. You knew them all of course, having had gotten to know them earlier that year during That incident. The odd group combination of 4 freshmen, a kid from band, the queen of hawkins high, the ex king of hawkins high, hanging out with you and Eddie the freak Munson was something normal to you now, but from different viewpoint , it all still made you confused as to how or why you all are friends.

A red white and blue popsicle melted in your fist as you were away in your thoughts, the cold touch of the syrup running down your hand brought you back out.

“Shit.” You hissed, frantically looking for a napkin before it could create a bigger mess. The table had napkins scattered everywhere but not a single one was dry. Damn Dustin, canon-balling on the side of the pool you told him not to.

You look around hurriedly, seeing that Nancy was running inside. “Nance! Napkins!” You yelled to her before she entered through the sliding door. “Yep!” She yelled in response.

The cold treat continued to rapidly melt before you could even get a taste of it, praying that Nancy had actually heard your request seeing as she was in a rush.

You sighed to yourself as you looked down at your hands, full of sticky blue juice. You didn’t have long to be upset, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist suddenly.

“Hey!” You yelled, shocked at the sudden feeling.

“Hey!” A voice responded.

You twisted your body to try and see the person who had grabbed a hold of you. Messy brown hair came into your view as you soon realized who it was. His skin against your bare stomach made you burn in his touch, unsure because of the heat or because the butterflies in your stomach made a siren go off in your mind. He was so close, breathing against your neck as your face suddenly started to burn. The temperature of your body and the weather would’ve made you pass out unless Eddie’s wasn’t freezing cold, indicating he had just gotten out of the water.

“What’re you doin Eds?” You ask him, trying to wiggle your way out of his arms.

“Throwing you in the pool.” He says nonchalantly.

Before you could even process his words, you felt yourself being pulled in the direction of the pool. The flexing of his arms around your body made you panic in two ways.

He laughed loudly as he neared the edge of the pool, thinking your objections were hilarious.

“Eddie, my popsicle!” You yelled as you were lunged into the water.

A cold feeling engulfed your entire body as you heard muffled cheers and laughs from underneath the water. You swam to the surface as fast you could, gasping for air.

“Fuck you Munson! The pool’s dirty now, my parents are gonna be pissed!” You spat at him as soon as you caught your breath, swimming over to your now broken and floating popsicle.

“Oh c’mon sweetheart, they’ll never know!” He exclaimed, spreading his arms open. A stupid smile on his face as he laughed with Dustin and Robin.

“They won’t but I will!” You huffed, grabbing the now soggier treat and tossing it to Eddie. A splat of blue painted his chest as he suddenly stopped laughing.

“Payback.” You said, shooting him a wink as Steve, who was floating nearby, burst into laughs. “Just gonna let her go,Munson!” He asked the tall boy in between laughs.

You rapidly turned your head to glare at him, how dare he provoke Eddie into a war between the two of you.

“Never!” Your friend yelled before diving into the pool, chasing after you.

Adrenaline rushed through your body as you tried to swim away from him and into the shallow end of your pool, grabbing the person nearest to you to hide behind.

A splash of water hit the person you were using as a personal shield, “Hey!” you heard them yell. Looking at the wet hair, you realized you hid behind Mike. Leaning over his shoulder you start to glare at Eddie, “Piss off!” You almost screeched.

All he did was stare at you, face flat with no expression before looking at Mike. “Alright Wheeler move or else I'll drown you.” He threatened the boy.

“Oh c’mon I didn’t even do anything!” He whines, hands coming up and out of the water, the splash landing towards the older boy.

“Did you just wet me?” Eddie gasped, dramatically placing a hand on his chest. “Oh that’s it! That’s it! Let’s go!” He exclaims.

The rest all happened too fast, grabbing Mike by his shoulder Eddie soon began to wrestle with him in the water. Lucas came up to hold Eddie off but that caused Dustin to come and hold Lucas back. Chaos started to spread as Steve, Robin and Max were soon pushed off their floaties and pool noodles to join the fight. Water flew and all the movements created large waves inside the pool, water jumping and spilling out onto the cement outside.

You laughed as you wrestled with the person nearest to you, struggling to keep their wet hands away from you by getting them even more wet.

The sounds of screams and laughter erupted throughout the entire backyard , soon becoming louder than the music that was already on full blast.

When the screaming and splashing of water died down, you all hopped out of the pool, everyone’s bellys hungry for whatever food that was lying around.

The hot summer air hit your body in a way that made you shiver as you wrapped yourself inside of the large beach towel you used to dry yourself with.

The grill smoked and smelled of burning charcoal as Steve fried up some burgers and hot dogs for everyone, looking like a father as he placed a hand on his hip and held a pair of tongs in the other.

You looked at him, sitting on the wooden bench of your table, giggling at his actions of fighting with Dustin and Max over if 2 hot dogs was the limit or if everyone could have any amount they wanted.

“Buncha dummies aren't they?” Someone commented, a presence looming over you at the same time.

Tilting your head up, you only see the outline of dark frizzy hair, the shadows of the sun on his back making the rays of light change direction and hit your eyes. Squinting you hold a hand to your brows, a makeshift visor so you can properly look into the person in front of you.

Eddie, with already half dried hair but body still scattered with droplets of water that rushed down his chest and arms. The sight of him was normal to you, having seen his physique for years but ever since your stupid crush developed, even looking at him made you shiver.

“Got that right.” You reply, looking into his brown eyes. Puppy dogs eye if you ever had to describe them, always wide and full of hope.

He chuckles at your reply, sitting down next to you, his bare knees touching yours, before handing you something.

“Here. Since I ruined the other one.”

You look down to his hand, noticing a vibrantly colored wrapper. You grab the object, the cold of it settling in your hand before fumbling around and grabbing it by the napkin it was wrapped in.

A red white and blue popsicle.

You smiled at him before thanking him for redeeming himself by buying you a new one.

“Least I could do. I mean after I did that.” Another laugh escaping from his lips, the noise sounding so sweet and sincere

“Better be the last time.” You joke, playfully punching his chest for “revenge.” Eddie, ever the dramatic, grasped your hand, yelling in fake agony about how dare you do this to him after he apologized. The action caused you both to break out into laughter.

A large smile was plastered onto your face as you looked into his eyes, falling deeper and deeper into them as he looked back. The last of your chuckles were let out as your senses suddenly became hyper aware of everything.

The way his strong large hands held yours, the rough pads of his fingers against the soft plush skin of your palm, how close his face suddenly was to yours. Breathe fanning into your cheek, the same as earlier. Wet knees touching, almost melting together from the heat of the summer.

An unusual aura surrounded the two of you, consuming your thoughts and lungs as you struggled to think straight. The simple action between you two, something that's been done thousands of times, suddenly felt so intimate and private now, making blood rush to your head.

“You look nice today.” Eddie suddenly told you.

And that was it. That was what sent your head spinning and heart pounding.

“Huh?” You can’t even talk, too stunned at the simple compliment. But under your circumstances it seemed like if he just told you you were the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen.

“Said you looked nice.” He repeated, sucking in a breath immediately after. You swear you saw a tinge of pink on his cheeks before convincing yourself it was your imagination.

He’d never think of you like that, right?

“Thanks.” You somehow managed to say, hand tightening its grip on the frozen treat he gave you. The hand on your knees closing into a fist as you tried to ground yourself from your thoughts.

“Hey! Food’s ready!” A voice cried out.

You quickly turn your head, happy for the distraction , you weren’t sure how much longer you’d have been able to keep looking at Eddie.

You saw Nancy, holding out a plate for you, waving her empty hand in the air to try and get your attention.

“I’m goin! Geez give me a minute,” You breathe out, rolling your eyes playfully.

“So i’m going to go-“

“Yeah yeah no worries.”

Those were the last words you exchanged with Eddie before managing to get up and walk away.

The previous events and actions played in your mind over and over again. Since when did Eddie compliment you? Well now that you think about it, often. Always bringing up how pretty you looked or how he liked your outfit whenever he’d see you, the realization made the air from your lungs leave once again. You quickly convinced yourself it wasn’t anything like that though, simply Eddie being Eddie. But since when was Eddie genuinely nice to you with words?

It all made your head hurt, spinning as you come close to a reality you want to deny, you thought you you were crazy for thinking that and blaming it on your hunger instead.

How were you going to live like this?

The sun started to set, its orange and purple hues laid out and colored your skin as you sat on the uncomfortable couch of your patio.

You thought back to earlier as you stared at the now calm waters. The fight had ended with everyone becoming too tired to even continue, forcing you and Eddie to call a truce so the “war” would stop. You let out a small laugh at the memory, knowing you’re probably going to look back on it again later tonight.

The cold breeze in the air meant it was getting late, everyone had already headed home. Leaving only you and Eddie, sitting together watching the fading moments of sunlight.

You were cuddled up next to the boy, his arm wrapped around you, holding you close in the cold. The heat and feeling of your bodies so near together made you recall how he had held you earlier. How gentle he was even then as he was about to betray you. How he had complimented you out of the blue, making your head and heart go nuts.

You turned to look at him, a joint in between his lips as he breathed it in. The cold air made his cheeks and nose slightly pink, his still bare chest as cold and hard as a rock. He looked beautiful.

The sight caused your cheeks to heat up once again. His pink lips parted as he let the puff of smoke out, tilting his head back as he did. The image made your stomach drop, that feeling that you’d been getting around him for the past few months returned. It was a feeling you could only describe as longing. You wanted nothing more than to grab him by the jaw and kiss him till you couldn’t breathe.

But you couldn’t. Eddie was your best friend, one wrong move and you might end up ruining everything. So you did nothing, leaving your heart aching each waking moment you shared with him. You didn’t realize you were staring until he saw you looking up at him, as if he had hung the moon and stars himself.

“Want some sweetheart?” He asked, his voice rough and gravely from the hit he had taken, the smell of the marijuana filled your nostrils and you wanted to back away. But you almost dismissed it entirely, the pet name he had given you made your chest tighten, the same feeling from earlier returning tenfold.

You felt absolutely crazy with your internal feelings. You’d known the boy for more than 12 years, watched him grow and mature in front of your eyes. Every passing moment you share with him now since you’ve realized your feelings towards him is just you constantly digging your own grave, falling deeper and deeper in love with the boy in front of you. And there was nothing you could do about it.

You made a small disgusted face, acting as if you didn’t feel what you had just felt. “I don’t think I can stomach it right now, my head hurts like a bitch.” You tell him, politely declining his offer. He shrugs at your excuse, putting the drug out on the nearby ashtray he had.

The radio played silently in the background, some Beatles or Queen song playing softly as the loud cicadas sang in the nearby trees. Everything felt good. The comfortable silence in the air soothed you, the feeling of your intertwined legs felt no different than how he held you when you watched horror movies with him. But from today’s incident, when the slightest touch of his knee to yours made you almost pass out, you don’t know how you’re still conscious right now.

The peaceful quiet was soon interrupted by Eddie, who suddenly stood up. The towel that wrapped your bodies together slipped off him and he left your once warm body, freezing.

“Hey, what’re you-“ you tried to ask him, before he suddenly dived back into the pool.

You sat there shocked, mouth open and eyes wide as you watched him slowly rise to the surface. He laid back against the water, spreading his arms and legs as if he was laying on his bed, and let out a sigh.

You giggled at his motion, crawling off the uncomfortable piece of furniture before walking to the edge of the pool.

“It’s cold Eds, why’re you back in?” You asked, slowly bending down to your knees, placing your hands in the water near his leg.

“Bored.” He simply responded, fixing himself so his body was in the water and only his head was out, looking at you.

“Gonna ruin your hair y’know, chlorine makes it all stiff.” You tell him, running a hand through the wet mop on his head.

“T’s already ruined, heat gets it frizzier than usual.” He responds, a goofy smile on his lips.

“Doesn’t mean you still can’t try to take care of it.”

He lets out a huff of a laugh at your comment. You let one out as well in response.

The two of you grew quiet, the splish splash of the ripples from the water repeatedly hitting the pools walls along with the radio playing blended in perfectly together.But you notice the song on the radio has changed. Some cheesy love song you couldn't exactly make out, talking about loving someone for so long, not knowing what to do without them.

The sky at last turned purple, all lights turning on, reflecting on the water's surface. The reflection of his shadow and yours in the pond beneath you, the cold wind hitting your warm cheeks, breathes coming from each of your mouths could be heard, almost as if you were both panting from running a marathon. The blood rushed throughout your body faster than before, something started to change in the aura of the night, similar to the one you had experienced earlier, as he cuffed the wrist of your hand that ran fingers through his hair.

His own started touching the spare one that was placed on the ledge, keeping you balanced, soon bringing it to intertwine with his. The popcorn pattern of the rocks left your skin dented with details, his own feeling so soft against yours.

The feeling returned for a fourthtime that day, your record for feeling this silly crush inside for less than 24 hours.

But it felt different this time, this time you stared into his eyes and didn’t look away as the pit inside you grew and grew faster. The air held a tension and feeling like if you were in the clouds, floating on pure ecstasy. The imaginary drug in your mind made you feel more confident, your arms almost starting to shake in nervousness and excitement as you finally decided, you were going to tell him how you felt. Right now.

Years of friendship are to be thrown out the window in this single moment.

You paused, remembering your favorite times with him. Cheering him up after he lost the talent show in 4th grade, him asking you out to the Snow Ball while you were sobbing in his arms after your crush rejected you earlier that day, staying late for several nights on the phone just to hear each other's voices. All memories that played a crucial part in your relationship, all memories that made you feel closer to him, all memories that just made you fall deeper in love with him without realizing it.

“Eds-“ you started, but were cut off immediately by him.

“Song reminds me of you.” He told you suddenly and simply, as if he were telling you about the weather, though a slight tremor in his voice as he did.

You were stunned. You stopped breathing, your eyes went wide once again, you felt your knees go weak even as you were sitting. You looked at him, hoping that what he said was a prank. But you realized it wasn’t.

His hand trembled in anticipation, but not from the cold. His cheeks were red, and his eyes had the same longing you held deep inside you.

You couldn’t breathe, either from excitement or nervousness. You wanted to lunge yourself into his arms, to hold him, to kiss him. But you didn’t, instead you waited and tried to test the waters before you didn anything else.

You were finally able to catch your breath, trying to relax yourself and body, giving him a soft smile before breaking your silence as he stared at you anxiously, worried of your reaction.

“Reminds me of you too.”

His once faded smile grew wide on his lips as the words hit his ears, the hand holding yours gripped you even tighter, and his heart was going a thousand per minute and he wanted to shout in joy.

“R-really?” He stuttered out, the same stupid smile on his face as he asked.

“Yes,” you giggled. Nervousness and excitement crept up inside of you all at once, unsure of what to do at the sudden mutual confession. Moving your hands you start to caress his cheek, trusting whatever instinct your body had, in order to try and calm him down from his racing heartbeat. Your body bends over the pool, the light illuminating your face as you stretch yourself closer to Eddies face and over the body of water.

He moves your intertwined hands, letting them go so you can grab a hold of both of his cheeks.

You smile at him as you move them, scared but yet so confident in your movements, but not realizing that he was grabbing your shoulders and pulling you down even further and closer to him.

So close that your lips were almost touching. You tried to lean it to him, finally going for the kiss you’ve been waiting for forever.

Until you felt yourself slip and get pulled down.

The water wrapped around your body the same time his arms wrapped around your waist once again. The action ruining the sincere moment, reminding you of how he had thrown you in a similar matter earlier that day.

“Eddie!” You gasp, grabbing his shoulder as soon as you come back up. Your body trembling in the cold, your clothes you had changed into now soaking wet. “Really? Again?!”

He laughed at your frustration and you rolled your eyes.

“Never mind I take it back! You’re only my friend!” You say, starting to swim away from him.

He snorts at your comment, “No baby, come back!” He says between laughs, grasping your wrist and pulling you towards him, the cold water wading against your body causing you to comply

You roll your eyes at him once you're back in his arms. Looking at him with half lidded eyes,your face painted with fake annoyance, he swears he could die from the love he feels.

“Liked you since I met you,” He tells you, voice barely a whisper. “Always loved you. Knew from the moment I saw you fighting some kid for calling me a freak, knew that I was folding into your arms immediately. Tried to push the feelings away but I couldn’t, you’ve got me wrapped around your finger. I‘d do anything for you.”

“I’d do anything for you too,” you tell him, gulping down on the lump in your throat. You don’t know why, but you wanted to sob. The moment you had been waiting for for so long finally arrived, and you didn't know what to do. Nights of planning and lines you’d prepared in your head if you ever told him all went out the window as he held you closer and tighter than ever before.

You couldn’t talk, in fear you’d start to cry. So instead you resumed your previous actions, bringing your hands up to his cheeks and pulling him close once again. Lips nearly touching as you lingered there for a few seconds before he pushed his head forward, closing the small gap.

His chapped lips fit perfectly against yours, you wrapped you legs around his waist as you moved your arms to embrace his shoulders, falling deeper and deeper into the kiss as you did. The lack of air made you lightheaded, and the way Eddie held you, so sweet and so tenderly, was the cause of your tears to finally escape from your eyes and you felt relief. Years of longing and pinning for each other were finally over, you couldn’t help but feel so overwhelmed that it made you cry.

Your tears mixed with the flavor of him and the bitter taste of weed he had previously been smoking made you feel dizzy. You felt intoxicated with his taste,his touch, everything about him in that moment made you think he was the only thing that mattered, that even existed.

You finally managed to pull away, gasping for air as you rested your head between his shoulder and neck, letting out breathy laughs as you tried to slow your heart down.

“Wanted to do that forever now.” You heard Eddie laugh out, the comment making you squeeze him tighter. He laid his chin atop your head, a hand coming up to brush your hair to soothe you.

“Did I live up to the expectations?” You ask as a joke, trying to calm your beating heart from

“Even better, babe.” He replies, and you swear you can tell he had his same old stupid smile plastered on his face.

The water surrounded your bodies, becoming warm in a way that almost felt like a blanket as you were held in your friend's arms. Almosting drifting off into sleep from the calmness of the scene. His scent invaded your senses as it had always when you’d get near him, but it was different this time. It had changed and you loved it more than you already had before.

“Remember when we’d swim every day that one summer? Your parents would get pissed at the amount of water we’d manage to get out of the pool, I remember how mad you used to get when I’d splash you.” Eddie started to talk, hands rubbing up and down your back, as if he could kneed your skin into his own.

“Yeah, I still do. You never listen though, ass.” You say in response, a teasing tone in your voice.

He throws his head back in a laugh, looking down to see your eyes.

“How’s today going? Good or Bad?”

You smile at his question. You always ranked your summer days, and he’d always listen. You’ve had this same silly tradition since the 7th grade, and he remembered them all.

“I think it’s going okay, my friends came over and I got thrown in the pool. That’s about it.” You tell him in an uninterested tone, shrugging at the end.

“Sounds boring” He looked at you with lovesick eyes, the same as you look at him now, letting a laugh escape you and one from him in return.

It was simple, sweet, the moment between you two. You had expected for it to either all backfire or for it to be something extravagant like in the movies when the heroine confesses her feelings for the love interest with the most calm and collected additude, but it wasn’t.

It didn’t need to be anything elaborate, didn’t need to be too simple. It just needed to be the two of you, that’s what made it perfect.

The sun rose once again, making its way into your room through the thin curtains. It’s light blinded you, hitting your eyes the same as it had yesterday. You felt warm, even though you knew the AC was on. Its loud noises shook your windowsill slightly as it let out the cold air.

Dazed and still asleep, you try to move but are stuck beneath something. You move your head, a figure of frizz and a man next to you. Then you remembered everything from the night before. How you and Eddie confessed your love for one another. How you fell asleep in each other's arms, relishing in the new found happiness of the drastic change in your dynamic. And there he still was.

All cuddled up beside you, Eddie's face between your neck and shoulder. Snoring loudly into your ear, arm resting against your chest.

Bliss spread throughout your body, the aching butterflies of longing you’d felt for almost 2 years now were replaced with those of excitement. You felt so happy, so caught up in this small moment between you two that you almost forgot about the entire reason who woke up.

The sound of people knocking on your front door is what caused you to jolt awake. The sound came every 10 seconds, and you knew, it was Eddie's children.

You moved out of bed unwillingly, sad to leave your , boyfriends? Best friends?, arms to go open up the door.

You heard Dustin shout your name from outside on your way down the stairs, “C’mon it’s hot as balls!”

You rolled your eyes as you unlocked the door, hearing Max and Mike argue with him on how weird and gross he was for saying that.

“What do you want you little shits?” You asked the second you opened the door, obviously pissed they ruined your morning with the boy upstairs.

They all turned to your direction in realization of your presence, holding up towels and goggles with large smiles on their faces.

You sighed, rolling your eyes once again. “Alright, c’mon.”

The water was back on the cement floor of your backyard, the sound of people yelling and laughing hit your ears as you stood holding a red white and blue popsicle once again. The bright hot summer sun hits your skin, warming you up and causing your favorite frozen treat to warm as well.

The cold syrup rushes down your hand as it melts, leaving a blue stain on your hands all over again. You hiss, looking to the table near you for a napkin, hoping that they weren’t wet, only to realize you hadn’t even brought any outside.

You almost start to panic, you were too wet to go inside and you didn’t even have a towel to waddle underneath your feet to not ruin the wooden floors of the inside.

But those worries were brought to an end as you felt a hand on your back. You look up to see Eddie, a large smile on his face as he hands you the paper towel you desperately needed.

“Thanks.” You say, rising to your tiptoes and giving him a small peck on the lips. The small action of affect caused everyone nearby to look at you two.

“Woah Munson! Finally got her?” Robin chuckled, hands around her mouth mimicking a megaphone as she spoke.

You blushed at the comment and your eyes went wide, having forgot no one knew about this new situation other than the two of you. Eddie however, didn’t mind.

He grabbed you by the shoulders, pulling you closer and yelling in a victorious manner, ”She’s stuck with me forever now!”

Robin wolf whistled in response and at the sight of seeing you two so close. Everyone else seemed to have screamed the words of “Finally!” “Watching you two was painful.” It was embarrassing, but you liked it. The fact that you and Eddie’s feelings were all out in the open made you feel safe, and you loved how your friends accepted it.

Of course the sudden shift in your relationship was going to be somewhat difficult to navigate in your daily lives for a while, but at least you'll have him with you through the entire thing.

You chuckled at all their reactions, looking into Eddie’s eyes. He looked back. The same lovesick expression from last night stuck on each of your faces as you wrapped your arms around his waist, happy to finally keep close in front of everyone.

You knew that everyday was going to be a good summer day, as long as you’re with him.

- Fin

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Weird, today I dreamed about my old school, wow I never dream about(school name) much, but this time it really was, the place was exactly the same, the dream took place at the election time(at least it seemed to be about that) here we vote and do this in the schools, except that we went to vote at that old school (in real life ours wasn't that school) until then it was all normal brasil election, lines and everything and we were with our parents, but it was strange cuz people always jump our line,and we try to speak to them that there was our line but they didn't care, this was...strange, then it comes the end of the dream, as always,it will have the young people the 18 years old, but it seemed that people were making fun of me/us(idk why but they see to be mocking us😑), i even remember how it was the appearance of the person, it was a girl with her friends(the friends see to be more guys than girls, but it had girls too,in short words looks like a school group) , but then I had punched the girl in the face and it wasn't a weak punch, the girl had even fallen to the ground and the dream ended on this, weird💦

the dream was weird it seemed like it didn't have sound/voice in the dream (it was something like the endings of lis2 the characters open their mouth and you know they're talking but doesn't have any voice/sound in the scene) anyway very strange dream💦

#my dreams #Don't you dare people think that i am a aggressor because of that dream💢💨#I consider myself a very civilized person😤#aaand~ the girl from the dream kinda deserved😒#Putting the meaning of it kinda makes sense😑#But still this dream meaning thing still too vague i feel it has something more deep than that #I like to write about my dreams(or should i say nightmares)cuz i feel it's important for me to talk about them #I feel that do this helps me some sort of way helps me understand myself #Vendo de outro jeito o sonho pode ficar até engraçado😂💦(apesar que naverdade era meio estranho/desconfortante)#Pois me lembra aquelas cenas de desenhos *slapstick*onde o personagem da um socão na cara do outro #(Mas o soco é tão rápida/dunada que o outro personagem nem consegui termina o que ele tava falando😂😅)sei lá pra mim fica engraçado😅#Eu tendo os meus dois mood o meio sério e o meio bobo😂mas o sonho em sí (sem zueira)era meio estranho mesmo💦

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Mó paz | LH44

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

― Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x brazilian!reader (she/her) ― Warnings: curse words, mentions of food, typos (not proofread). ― Summary: It's time for the Interlagos GP and fans are excited to see how Lewis' Portuguese sounds after becoming a citizen AND dating Yn. ― A/n: Shout out to @queenshikongo3 for suggesting this piece. 🤍 ― A/n:² none of the pictures used are mine, they are all from Pinterest and other apps. everything else is made up by me, and I do not allow it to be published on a different platform. I would appreciate it if those things could be taken into consideration 💛

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yn México te amo, pero yo extrañé mi hogar! 💚 (Mexico, I love you, but I missed my home)

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carlossainzssy Charles is their kid, and in this essay I will- ☝🏻

ferrarifinesse Thank you for sharing the Charles pic, YN!!!!!

lewishamilton te quiero! 😘 (I love you!)

⤷ popyn the way he always say's he lovers her using the language of the week's Gran Prix, I- I wanna be loved like this!!!!!!!!!!!

mercgoldenyears not George following lewis like a lost puppy/lost kid, I actually love them sm omg 😂

⤷ yn but he is our grid kid! <3

⤷ charles_leclerc what about me???

⤷ oscarpiastri and me?

⤷ landonorris I don't exist???

⤷ yukitsunoda0511 I'm feeling betrayed

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⤷ yn lewishamilton please help me here, the kids are fighting

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brunamarquezine 💚💛 bem vindo de volta!!! (Welcome back!)

44brcitizen I am the happiest person, I actually never had a sad day in my life, I can't remember ever struggling, or whatever, life is beautiful! 🌷🌸🌻💐

monacoocon The Brazilian flag is actually so pretty, I'm always mesmerized

yn 😍😍

⤷ 1dformulaone yeah, babes, that's your man (I wish it was mine, with all due respect KJDSGKJDSG)

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georgerussell63 vamos! 🇧🇷 (let’s go!)

⤷ sassyrussell Carmen wrote this, I just know she did 😂🤍

*the first story says "She's writing new songs".

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badgalriri 😍😍😍❤️

linikeroficial amo amo amo! (I love love love)

missionfortyfourr mó paz means to be in peace, chilling, serene

⤷ mercmickie and the fact that the song talks about being at peace after he came into her life, that he's there to stay, that her life's different now?!!?!?!?!? I AM SOBBING

lewandyn she's so pretty, so smart, so talented, so perfect ughhh 🩷😭

⤷ lewishamilton yes, she is ❤️

⤷ norrizzlando your honor, he's in love!

interlagostrack LINDOS, PERFEITOS, DONOS DE MIM!

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⤷ lewishamilton te amo, meu amor

⤷ russellrain "meu amor" alguém por favor, me ajuda, eu desidratei de tanto chorar (“my love” someone pls help me, I just dehydrated from crying)

⤷ totolobo TE AMO, MEU AMOR DSKGJDSKJSKDHJ

roscoelovescoco I’s love’s you!

princessyn Stream Mó paz on spotify!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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franciscac.gomes lindos! 🥰🤍

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sunnysainz we all know who she was looking at in the first pic hehe

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lewishamilton caraca, foi incrível!!!

⤷ charleslehoe he's officially Brazilian now!!!!! LOL

patriciaramos a mulher mais linda do Brasil!!! (The most beautiful woman in Brazil!!!)

⤷ yn te amo, paty! (I love you, paty!)

swiftieyn why haven't we got a collab w xnda yet?

⤷ yn you sure you haven't? 👀

⤷ schumachersbike OMG OMGDKJSDKJG

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carsgoingvroom the "existe amor em sp" reference *cries* (it means "there's love in SP, it's a reference to a song that says that there's no love in Sao Paulo)

⤷ braziliangp how about the quote??!?!!? I melted (if the sun doesn't shine tomorrow I'll use your smile to light my day")

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writers block is killing me, mim. i haven't written anything since ages. but i really want to, i just don't have anything in mind. send help!!

Oh, dear anon....I may not be the best person to ask in this because I generally don't believe in writer's block to begin with; I have dealt with one for years but at the same time I don't see not writing as any more natural or normal a state than writing itself. Neither is "bad" or "good"; they're simply two different processes with different results, one of filling up (not writing) and one of emptying (writing). But because of this, it is, crucially, a cycle to me—like how you fill a cup then empty it again then fill it then empty it again. Sometimes the processes happen so subtly, or so closely together, that we don't notice their separate movements. But sometimes they aren't as synchronised as that. Sometimes there's a long period of filling up that, because of how extensive and deep it is, requires far more time than we would like.

Our imagination and creative impulses don't exist in a fixed, preordained state of On / Off—they are something active and responsive that needs to be nourished and replenished just like our bodies do with fresh and air and food. And sometimes being replenished looks like a passive rather than an active event. So maybe it will help to look at it as less of a "block" anon, and more a state of accumulation. Maybe you're percolating, brewing, marinating, collecting fragments and impressions of the world and shoring them up deep inside you. Maybe it's the time to touch life and be touched by it and allow it to change the landscape inside you, to renew the places you can write from when the time comes but simply live and experience the things that happen to you until that time comes. Maybe you are undergoing deep changes yourself and these need to be allowed to take shape a little more before you can use them as a foundation from which your writing begins.

I don't know if any of this will help and I'm sorry if it doesn't. But I do believe that in moments like this, the best thing you can is not to force yourself or your mind into a state it does not seem ready for at this time because you will only be met with more resistance and more frustration as a result (which will also only harden that resistance further). If you desperately need to write I would recommend a journal, but a journal with no expecations—errant thoughts, observations, things you saw and that made you happy (or sad or angry), a catalogue, really, of the sights and sounds and textures of your day. They don't need to be eloquent or polished (if anything I think it helps if you keep them as spontaneous as possible). The point is to make a habit of noticing the world around you and the experiences you have and also let you feel that you are capturing or expressing something as you write it all down. Alternatively you can also try a stream-of-consciousness exercise every day: write whatever comes to your mind, again without expectations, without hesitation or concern for form or content. I don't know if this will help, but it may ease the anxiety you feel around wanting to write and not being able to simply by providing you with the action in some form.

I hope you find something in here to see you through this, anon x

#ask #Anonymous #book talks #notes on elsewhere

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i was thinking about mim and i feel like ash would remember duke’s birthday (or what day he was adopted on) and make him a little dog friendly birthday cake

this is the cutest thing ever because he so totally would 🥺💙

#pigeon #I got this ask btw right after I started writing something for mim so #very interesting universe thing #anon #a little gotcha day for Duke 🥺

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oh-for-fic-sake-library · 2 years

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A line is drawn

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Summary: Superman finally finds his limit. And he makes it abundantly clear.

Warnings: angst, darkish superman?, violence.

A/N: just a random little angsty drabble. Tried to switch up my writing style abit in this, just doing a few writing exercises. I hope you enjoy.

People whispered about the death of superman. The final cry of the alien echoing across the city, the cry causing ripples out in the bay swaying boat and shaking windows. A final war cry of a god. His death was still a victory for the city, for man kind.

But that had been nothing compared to the low mornfull furious cry. Buildings shuddered, dust wafted from ceilings and roofs windows cowered some cracked and shattered. Car alarms began screeching as if panicked by the fearfull cry.

Everyone had froze. Time had stopped.

All eyes were on the man of steel as his framed crouched over the body of an unknown woman. She laid still, arms either side of her head face down in the asphalt. Her hair was loose and splayed, sheilding her identity from all the onlookers. Blood began seeping from below her.

Superman tugged the woman close. Rolling her over calljng out to her name. His eyes glossed over as the womans head lolled back and forth. Then a whimper.

The whole crowd released a sigh as the woman soft pained cries carried through the silence. The god shoulders sagged, cape draping over the ground. And suddelny there were calls for an ambulance.

"Clar-Kal? Kal please.... pl-please it hurts" the words were weak and airy. Hissing pants, air being sucked through clenched teeth.

At the womans voice superman seemed to realise she was still alive. He tipped his head down, quickly scanning the woman whose hands were now holding her abdomen. The bullet wound hidden beneath. He sighed thanking god before touching foreheads and pressed a sweet kiss to the woman.

"I will fix this, the ambulanceis comming. Its not hit anything to serious. You'll be okay, youll get better. Youl, be safe. I promise you i will make this city, this country, this world safe for you." The woman shovered, but nodded mewling 'okay'.

But joker managed to regain everyones attention as he waved his gun around in a frantic joy. He was elated playful like a child. He seemed to enjoy his madness as much as he enjoyed the mayhem he caused. There seemed to be a sense of pride arohnd him. Proud of how close he had come to shaking the unshakeable. breaking the unbreakable. He had found the man of steels weakness.

'"Oh? Deary me! I didnt do a good job of that did i boy scout?" If the scene wasnt tense before it certainly was when the clown spoke.

The man of steels shoulders squared and his eyes glowed. Igniting whe his vision locked onto the green hairs clown.

"Take another step and see what happens clown" the voice was almost unhindged. Fury biteing into every word. The loathing was plunged into the syllables, a growled his that threaded threat into each word. There was a respunding quiver of fear shared by everyone present. Joker smiled oh no. His voice

"Step? Oh no no no~ i wont step closer, i promise." The mad man cooed standing on his tip toes mimming almost falling forward. But then skipped back finishing his announcement with a chilling laugh.

"I dont need to take another step, the good thing about guns means i can? Well here let me just try again;" the joker didnt even finish his sentance. No one could even registerhis words before there was a flash. A red flash, molten heat roared over the woman drawing a yelp.

But only her yelp was heard. Joker didnt stand a chance, the force of supermans rage knocked him off his feet, butthe heat had cremated him befor he could drop to the floor.

Everyone held their breath, shock ringing out in screaming silence. Metropolis had just changed. Superman had commited murder, in broad daylight in front of millions. But none could manage a sound. The sirens of an ambulance called out, hauntingly across the quiet scene.

Superman looked down to the woman.

"This world will be safe my love. It will be safe for both of you. I swear" he cooed, one hand moving to cup her lower abdomen. That was when it all became clear. Superman had drawn a line. And he will kill for his family without hesitation.

#henry cavill #cavillry #oh for fic sake fics #superman #superman imagine #superman drabble #dark!superman #dark!clark kent #dark!clark

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[Spoilers for Sandman]

My mom was curious and I was too: was the Lucifer vs Dream ...um... contest for the helm? inspired by Sword in the Stone Merlin vs Mim? (Same sort of thing going on with the transformations and the battle of wits, but Sandman's was a little deeper) it was a really cool bit! I like how it resolved and how Mathew helped (Mathew is a great character!)

It was more inspired by the same things that inspired T. H. White to write his battle. But I knew I would have to include a lethal disease in there and then keep going because of the Sword in the Stone version.

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"Stop this War"

I will try to be nice with this post, but I really dislike people telling Hellcheer shippers to stop this war with st*ddies in the name of peace and harmony. Although, I do like the sentiment. I really do. I just can't be quiet about the bold harassment and the unnecessary toxicity against something I like and people I admire for their creativity. And I really do question whether those people truly understand the fundamental problem that Hellcheer shippers have with toxic st*ddies and the scope of the situation in general.

I'm checking the A03 tags as I write this post up and currently

we (Hellcheer) have 956 works on the website.

Steddie have 7,013 works on the website.

And Harringrove (a ship that has been around since 2017) has 8,415 works on the website.

For a better comparison, that means that Steddie has exactly 1,402 fics to go to meet the cumulative effort of 5 years hard work in a less than 3 months since the official creation of the ship. That's utterly insane. And if we did that math again, Steddie has 6,057 more fics than Hellcheer. That's the fucking scope that we are dealing with.

Their ship is the Lusitania, while our ship is a rowboat.

Many of us have always say this over and over, we were minding our business for a good solid week or two (I came around June 9th into the tumblr fandom) before claims were being made about Chrissy's age. Personally I didn't even know that people were shipping Steve x Eddie (cause they have no chemistry in my eyes) because no one was talking about them in the 'edssy' tags and I don't have twitter. People were just making fanart and other things to celebrate our cute ship. So I literally discovered Steddie's existence as we got called out for p*dophilia (which is not the correct term, but go off) and homophobia. From my viewpoint, we got dragged into a shipping war against our will as we kicked and screamed at the the top of our lungs that we didn't want a war. I know for my "Joe Quinn was Right" posts, I danced around my actual feelings to preserve peace and minimize hate. I know a lot of my mutuals did that and continue to do that with those who are stalking their accounts and sending them threats. We have been vocal about not caring whether someone ships St*ddie or Hellcheer. Nevertheless, we are also been very clear to point the obvious flaws in shipping Steddie and or their sketchy behavior, while acting as holy than thou than the rest of the fandom:

The misogynistic harassment of Grace (and Amybeth).

The biphobia and bi erasure.

The fetishization of attractive white gay men.

The constant whining for some or better wIw rep in Ronance, but than ignoring the canonical lesbian ship of Rockie in the show or failing to give Ronance the same amount of love as your mIm ship.

Only making Chrissy a lesbian because they want her away from Eddie under the guise of allyship.

The stealing of lines from other scenes or characters in order to make their ship more cute and fluffy.

The mass reporting of Hellcheer artwork.

The invalidation of people's queer identities/sexualities because they ship a heterosexual ship (or a straight passing if they see it that way).

The obsessive nature that people have formed a parasocial bond with Joe Quinn to the point where they are assuming his sexuality, stalking his family's social media for pics where he was a minor for some twisted reason, and harassing him on his family vacation.

Like we can't bring up those facts because we don't want a shipping war? We didn't even bring up those fact until recently because we have been poked for a entire two months straight. Grace literally thought her safety was in danger, going to an con because her friend was attending the same event. Are you really telling us not to say anything? Are you telling them to mind their own business and go to their corner of their internet with their 7,013 fics and their shit ton of fanart? Because the reality is this extremely tiny Hellcheer squad can't stop this war. Even if we decided not to call people out and did our own thing, people would still be harassed and made to feel like crap about themselves for liking this ship. Even if Joe came out tomorrow and say stop this war, toxic St*ddies would think that Grace is holding him hostage at knife point. St*ddies are the only one who can stop this war, but they wouldn't until they get Steve x Eddie as canon (which they will never have). We are truly just trying to defend ourselves and just want to be left alone.

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4. “Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?”

Harry x Uma

Not the exact quote, but the spirit is here. Just some Harry/Uma moments, it’s good for the soul.

Maeve Mim is an OC of @tiredflowercrown which I borrowed (along with the Overgrowth as a whole), beacuse it’s funnier if the Mims keep doing things like this on purpose. Like, Maddy would also write a contract in a dead language, but, not on purpose exactly? She thinks it’s a perfectly normal language to use.

Also, I could have dragged this out longer, but then the semblance of a plot would be lost. Maybe I’ll write a bonus scene or something, who knows.

Uma is sitting at her desk, numbly staring at the page before her. Trade agreement with Overgrowth or something. Gods forbid the Mims use any combination of languages known to humankind and/or currently in use. Uma is tempted to just burn the whole fucking page just to show them what she thinks of that attitude.

However, the Overgrowth controls the medicine market. Bloody bitches, the lot of them. And unfortunately, Uma cannot afford to leave her infirmary undersupplied

So she sighs, mentally cursing Maeve Mim and every single one of her cousins/sisters/ whatever they are – spawn of demons, anyway. She glares at the dictionary that refuses to magically show her the correct translation and rolls her shoulders back. Ow. Blame the never-ending shifts in her mother’s restaurant and the scuttles on the deck, the Serpent Prep when she bothers to attend– Just about everything, really.

„What’s it, Uma?“ Harry asks from where he’s seated over his own paper, watch assignments for the crew for the week, if she remembers correctly. Though he might have picked up something else, she has no idea how much time she’s wasted trying to translate this stupid treaty.

„Maeve is being a bloody bitch again, that’s what it is,“ she says.

„Oh,“ Harry answers, putting aside the paper and grabbing his hook, leaning forward a bit. „I can kill her for you,“ he offers.

She does her best to give him a stern look, pretty sure she’s failing at that. But can you blame a girl for not being at the top of her game when a boy offers to kill for her?

„We’re not even sure the Mim granddaughters are mortal, Harry,“ she says instead. She very much doubts that. Just as she doubts the existence of Mim daughters for that. Not that she’s too eager to know how the fuck these harpies spawned or what.

„I could find out.“

She laughs at that. He certainly would like to try that, she is sure.

„The Overgrowth controls the medicine and drugs, Harry. Better leave them be. And if Maeve dies, who knows who would step up as a leader?“

„Maddy, probably.“ He has leaned back again, though he’s still playing with his hook absentmindedly.

„You wanna bet on it? With the Overgrowth and the Mims? They could put forth the mangy kid of theirs, just to fuck with us,“ she wishes she was joking entirely.

„Pff,“ Harry snorts, „I’m pretty sure that kid has rabies or something.“

„You thought CJ had rabies for at least half a year, Harry.“

„In my defence, darling,“ he drawls, „She kept biting us every time Ettie as much as suggested she should take a bath.“

Uma laughs at that, because what else could she do? Harry smiles at her amusement, still playing with the tip of his weapon.

She shrugs, intending for the gesture to stop the conversation; however, the movement sends an uncomfortable wave of pain through her shoulders and she can’t hold back the grimace.

Harry’s smile immediately drops. „You okay?“ he questions.

„I’m fine,“ she lies easily, even though he’ll see right through it.

And really, he just keeps staring at her with the forget-me-not eyes of his, and she can see the near-apocalyptic scenarios forming behind them.

So she gives in, almost as easily as she lied moments earlier, and she sighs: „I’m okay,“ she states again, „My shoulders hurt a bit, but I’m not injured. And,“ she adds with a glare at the dictionary, „Maeve insists on giving me a tension headache.“

If she can blame anything on the Mim bitch, she will gladly do so.

„You sure I can’t kill her?“ Harry sighs overdramatically and, no, she is not having this conversation again. She glares at him.

„Fine, then,“ he resigns, „Let me help you with the translation.“

She could, yes. But she would just end up going over it herself anyway, to make sure it’s all correct; she makes a face at the thought, curling her lip in displeasure. He must see it, too.

„You’re too much of a perfectionist, Uma,“ he informs her, as if she cared, „Just let me help you.“

„You helped already,“ she states instead, „Got me the book, didn’t you?“

He did, from Facilier’s Arachneum, the only semi-functional library on the Isle. She’s pretty sure bribes to the Faciliers were included – or maybe bribes to CJ, to keep the Faciliers occupied.

„But–“

„No but.“

He deflates from his argument, letting the Hook fall into his lap, and falls silent.

Uma peruses the pause to very usefully glare at the dictionary and rolls her shoulders back again.

The silence doesn’t even last long enough for her to actually pick up the work again.

„I could give you a massage,“ Harry says out of nowhere.

„What?“

„I could give you a massage, Uma,“ he repeats and gestures to her with the hook, „To help you with your shoulders, at least. You could even still work on the treaty, if you want to,“ he adds after a bit of a pause.

Uma thinks about it a bit: A massage sounds nice, actually. „Yeah,“ she agrees, „Go for it.“

He stands up.

„Alright. Take off your jacket, then Captain.“

She leans forward, shrugging off the leather.

„Would be best if you took off your shirt, too,“ he adds with a small smirk.

She protests at that: „Hey now, Hook! You’re just trying to get me naked!“

He shrugs, smirking even more. „Depends. Is it working, Captain?“

Instead of an answer, she throws the jacket at his face. He catches it, unbothered, and throws it carelessly on the bed.

„I’m so not stripping for you, Hook,“ she grumbles.

„Yet.“

And, you see, she really regrets having nothing else that she could conveniently throw at him without much damage or too much work lost. She settles for attempting to glare holes right through his brain.

He stares back for a heartbeat before surrendering and averting his eyes. „Sorry, Captain,“ he apologises quite easily, looking at her again, „May I?“ he gestures around, asking for a permission to continue.

„Yes,“ she huffs, though she’s only pretending the annoyance already, „Get on with it. And give me your hook.“

He moves behind her, already holding out the loop of the hook for her to take when he asks, why does she want it?

„I want something to hold,“ she answers, „And if I hold these fucking papers, I’ll tear them apart.“

„So you just want my hook to play with it.“ he turns the weapon around, the metal glinting over her skin.

„Yeah. I like it. Give it to me.“

„You like it,“ he repeats with a hint of disbelief.

„It’s nice,“ she shrugs, „Calming.“

He withdraws the weapon away, raising it to her eye level.

„This,“ he says, twirling it just so that it would catch the light, „Is a lethal weapon. You know that, darling, right?“

She does know that.

However, she said what she said, and she’s not taking it back.

She stares at him with her best rendition of innocent doe eyes.

Predictably, it doesn’t take long for him to give in: He sighs for the show and smiles so bright it almost makes Uma smile too.

„You’re one of a kind, Uma–“ he says and she can almost hear the sentence echoing around, cut short before he can finish it. She doesn’t linger on that too long, as he lifts the hook to carefully caress her cheek with its curve. Now she smiles.

She shots up her hand to meet the weapon and her rings cling on the metal.

Once she holds the weapon securely, he lets go of it: „Here you go, my dear.“

And then his hands are on her shoulders.

#disney descendants #harry hook #uma descendants #maeve mim

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karisworldofwords · 1 year

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Because I can't keep quiet anymore, I'm just gonna tell what I have planned.

A domestic AU in which they all work everyday jobs or go to school in Hamburg. The main characters will be Jere, Bojan and Chris - especially Chris though. Some things I got planned already in terms of who works as what:

Chris - He's a music label owner coming from and living in Hamburg who specializes in bands and solo artists in the Rock, Metal and Alternative genre. Chris is very laid back, enjoys having a coffee on his balcony during the weekends whenever the weather is warm and sunny and occasionally writes and produces some songs himself.

Jere - He works as a tattooist and owns his own shop called "Sunrise parlor". The shop's motto is "It's crazy, it's party" which fits well with how Jere lives his life. People normally call him by his Finnish tattoo artist name Käärijä, his trademark is the Rammstein tattoo on the left side of his chest that he likes to show others as much as he can - he's very proud of it.

Bojan - He's a Slovenian barista working in the café Ljubljana. A bright and always smiling guy who's one of the four owners of the café he works in. His work days are usually Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday from 6 AM to 2 PM. Sometimes, he manages the café's bar in the evenings, but that almost only happens on Sundays.

Fatima - A well-known sommelier from Canada who's always on the lookout for the best wine and thus travels around the world a lot. Very fashionable and doesn't allow anyone to tell her what to do. Her commonly used name outside of home is La Zarra.

Marco - He's an Italian voice actor who usually synchronizes children's cartoon characters. Very kind and loving, and cares a lot about his friends and family. He sometimes babysits for a friend whenever he has the time - he doesn't mind doing it either, since he knows he's good with kids, and kids love him simply for existing.

Pavel - A therapist from Moldova who decided to go to Germany to see more of the world - what he also left in Moldova was his birth name Pavel, as he now normally goes by Pasha. He's a bit of a hippie and loves traveling more than anything, preferably to a new place every time he travels. His office hours are 8 AM to 4 PM Monday to Thursday with the exception of Friday, the only day that he works until 1 PM.

Alessandra - She's a college student majoring in music who frequently travels between her campus home and her actual home in Norway. It's easy to excite her and she loves adventures more than anything. Often times, she's seen singing to herself while doing school work.

Luka - An actor from Serbia who does modeling on the side. Because his non-Serbian manager often had trouble pronouncing his surname, Luka quickly adopted the name Luke Black and now goes by this name most of the time. Only his closest friends and family now call him Luka. Due to his perpetual baby face, he still has to give out his ID often enough that it's become almost embarrassing to him, but nobody knows that. He's a little mysterious and very focused on his work but still great at always being there for his loved ones, no matter what.

Remo - Another music major who shares some classes with Alessandra. He loves working with kids and singing to them the most, knowing it makes them smile which always makes him just as happy. Whenever he has a break from school that's long enough, he fetches himself a train ticket from Germany to Switzerland and goes straight back home to his family, staying there for as long as he can every time.

Maria - She's a dance teacher from Portugal who wanted to bring some Iberoromanic passion into "the dreary Hamburg only zombies can half-assedly enjoy", so she mainly focuses on dances such as salsa, tango and sometimes samba, with Alessandra and Remo being two of her students. Her bright attitude and dazzling smile are often times so infective, even the grumpiest grandpas can't help but smile at the sight of her. Her students lovingly call her Miss Mimicat.

Teodora (Teya) and Selina-Maria (Salena) - These two run a podcast together - after having been competitors for a good while - about all kinds of things they usually talk about called "The Teya & Salena Chronicles". They're especially popular in their home country Austria though their popularity amongst especially German and Swiss people has risen drastically as of late. The two love snickering about inside jokes to each other here or there and often crack jokes whenever things are too boring for their liking.

I think twelve characters should be enough for now, lol. I'll post a small teaser soon, if my upcoming finals don't kill me first, that is.

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