#imagining them all just being extremely supportive. he’s a little kid he deserves the support

[makoodles]

okay but imagine marine biologist!reader making an off handed comment about missing her avatar as she and the children return from free-diving after Ronal asks if she’s alright because she’s clearly a little out of breath.

and suddenly she’s being interrogated by the entire family. the reader awkwardly reveals she had an avatar of her own because it had been more practical to use as she studied the oceans except it had been lost to her when the ship had sealed off before sinking during the first war. but there was a good chance it was still intact in it’s cryopod as the ship had a backup batteries that could last a century even underwater.

there’s a look of devastation on Ronal’s face as she realizes what could have been if the avatar was present. and Tonowari seems to be thinking the same thing as he angrily stomps out of the marui. because the two had been very obviously in love with the sky demon but would not pursue it due to their obvious differences. the next morning Jake Sully finds himself in the middle of the ocean with a very desperate Tonowari with the hopes they can recover the avatar for Ronal to preform the consciousness change thing.

and Jake is so fucking confused but down with it after Tonowari reassured him that the reader isn’t sick or anything. that he just thinks she’s deserving of this after everything she’s done to help the clan after turning on her people all those years ago. and that it wouldn’t hurt to get her into a safer body with the coming war.

and Ronal would be so fucking cocky when the reader asks if she can really preform the ritual.

but plot twist: after the reader is put into her avatar, the Sully children are unbelievably supportive as they take it up upon themselves to show her the Metkayina ways, causing some mixed feelings from Neytiri who had never really given the reader much of a second thought despite her presence among the family when she was human. though now? now she’s actually seeing the reader. and it makes Ronal so fucking jealous because Neytiri keeps pulling the “now that you’ve gotten your avatar, you’ve forgotten us?” card to emotionally guilt the reader whenever she feels that she’s spending too much time with the Metkayina family.

to add onto my marine biologist ask - maybe it’s the RDA that bring back the reader’s avatar? just Quaritch using it to blackmail the reader and the na’vi are so fucking confused and a little angry the the reader keeps going to extreme lengths to protect her avatar even if it means nearly killing herself in the process. it just doesn’t make sense to them because they’ve already accepted her as a human.

one thing leads to another and she takes that bullet for Neteyam during the skirmish but the kids say fuck it. suddenly Lo’ak and Ao’nung are dragging the avatar out of the water and desperately asking Ronal and Neytiri to preform the consciousness change ritual. with Kiri’s help it works.

the reader wakes up on the rock and the kids are sobbing as they cling to her and there’s a moment of peace as even Jake let’s out a breathless laugh as he has to hold back tears but the peace is quickly broken when Ronal begins to lecture her for being a fucking idiot. asking if she happy that she got what she wanted after literally killing herself in the process of it. but she stops mid-sentence when her eyes flicker to the slight swelling in the avatar’s stomach.

even Tonowari is confused as Ronal finds herself at a loss of words. a long moment passes before she simply reaches out and places as hand on the reader’s belly in a sudden understanding.

and that’s when it clicks for them.

the RDA had not been using the reader’s avatar against her but rather the baby it harboured all those years in cryosleep. the baby she had mourned every day for fifteen years. there are a dozen questions from the children about the baby and it’s father but there’s a desperate and scared look from Jake as he’s reminded of Grace and her hard pregnancy.

for the first time Neytiri actually sees the reader for something more then just a sky demon. and she gets super fucking protective after they’ve returned to the village. reasoning that the reader pretty much died for her son so that kind of makes them family and as family it’s only fair she and Jake take care of the reader and her baby. but Ronal argues that the baby might have demon blood but they also have the blood of a water na’vi so they should be taken care of by water na’vi. the reader realizes the feud that’s growing so she thinks she can end it by simply moving into her own marui but it only actually makes it worse cause both families can pretty much walk in at anytime.

but it would be so cute if she named the baby after Lo’ak because the boy harbours so much guilt over her getting shot. believing she wouldn’t have been out there in the first place if it wasn’t for him. but she needs him to understand she isn’t angry at him about it.

broooooo!! i would read a full novel of this !! the kids being super protective over reader is so fucking cute too, especially when the parents are crushing so hard ksrjggh i love it

#and jealous ronal!! i'm foaming at the mouth at the thought #asks #pxelo #avatar headcanons

[honeybeebytheseaa]

My Grandkid HC’s

ISABELA

Lesbian. I’m sorry I just can’t see her being into guys it just doesn’t work in my brain.

Also trans of the gender (mtf)

Since she’s dropped her perfect persona, Isabela has been pulling pranks, ESPECIALLY on known little shit head Camilo. He doesn’t know whether to be proud or extremely annoyed.

Can’t cook or bake she’ll set the kitchen aflame

Always walks barefoot on the grass

Has names for most of her plants, especially the cacti

Doesn’t really involve herself in farmers work unless there is an emergency.

Developed a skill for gardening without her gift, and continues to do so even once she’s gotten it back. There’s something special about watching plants grow over time.

She still makes bouquets for events, but they’ve lost their conservative look for something more ‘Isabela’

Unlike most of her family she doesn’t mind bugs (unless they are in her room)

Very high pain tolerance. Likely due to smiling all day and cacti thorns.

She still likes pastel colors but they aren’t high on her list of favorite colors, so she opts for darker colors when choosing cloths.

She used to bite people as a kid

Has conflicting feelings on animals because on one hand yeah they are cute on the other she has to shoo them away from eating her plants every other week

Has a large man eating plant named ‘Rosita’

Sometimes she’ll take whatever is in Mirabel’s hand, put it on a high shelf she cannot reach, and walk away.

Can actually be scarier then Luisa believe it or not

SNORES SO LOUDLY the only person who can handle it is her gf

Not big on physical affection and often uses gift giving as her way of showing love (platonically and romantically)

DOLORES

Incredible musician who could basically play any instrument you hand her

She sings lullabies to the younger family members

Personally I imagine her as the only straight grandkid but obvi she is supportive of lgbtq+ since half her family is apart of it

She wouldn’t come out of her room when she first got her gift, but her parents and a very supportive Isabela eventually coaxed her out

She has headphones painted red and gold by Mirabel

autism (vine boom sound effect)

As much as she loves Isabela and appreciates all of Luisa’s hardwork; out of her cousins her and Mira get along the best.

Speaking of that Isabela and Dolores’s relationship, much like Camilo and Mirabel’s, soured as the pressure to uphold the family name increased. Before the magic disappeared they basically ignored each other, but began to reconcile during the rebuild and became close again.

Her room is sound proof (I know people say otherwise idc she needs a BREAK) but during the night she’ll sometimes open her window since it’s much quieter

I do believe she has SOME control over her gift, and in order to hear very far she has to hold a hand against her ear. When she isn’t, things are amplified but not unbearable. She’s kinda just gotten used to it.

Dolores love language is, unsurprisingly, words of affirmation.

If she gets stressed and doesn’t have access to her headphones, she’ll listen for the nearest family members voice (Ex: her fathers laugh, her mothers ranting, Camilo’s jokes, Antonio communicating with his animals)

Gets in on Isabela’s pranks now and again. She is mostly polite but has a devious side, especially with her cousins and siblings.

LUISA

I still adhere to the concept Luisa has some sort of ‘calm’ room. Wether it be an amusement park or a sauna she deserves to have somewhere to destress

Has a pile of stuffed animals, each with different names

She actually does enjoy doing chores and being active, but struggles to find a stopping point and not overwork herself

She’s more then just brawn, and was always a sharp academic when she was in school

Women enjoyer women enjoyer

VERY physically affectionate she’s giving everyone hugs and crushing their bones

Her and Camilo get along very well after Casita’s rebuild. She likes his energy and ability to let loose, and Camilo respects all the work she does around the Encanto. They mesh well.

When she first got her gift she accidentally broke her dads hand

Her father used to teach her piano, though she sorta fell out of it the older she got. Since casita’s rebuild she’s picked it back up as a hobby.

A big animal person, second to Antonio. She likes patting the donkeys on the head if she gets the chance

Has a hard time sitting down to eat because she’s always getting ready to move

If you give her anything she’ll begin sobbing and thanking you (birthdays and Christmas are rough)

She puts the younger kids if air jail if she has to

She originally struggled to control her gift, and that made her scared to touch anyone in fear she’d hurt them. But Pepa helped Luisa find ways to control the strength as she had to learn with her weather

After she lost her gift she kept trying to move the church as a force of habit

Reads a lot of fantasy novels

Helps Antonio wrangle his animals

CAMILO

(This will be more brief as I have a whole post of HC’s for this mf)

Gay and trans can’t change my mind

Despite always being hungry he cannot stomach fish. Some other seafoods are fine but the smell of fish makes him ill.

Won’t say this out loud: he is kinda legitimately afraid of Isabela ever since he’s become the target of her pranks. No one knows true fear until you realize you are caught in a Isabela prank.

Camilo’s love language is a lot of things, but quality time is high up on his list as he likes living in the moment.

Is a very good artist but gets embarrassed when people try to look at his work

Despite being a stick he is surprisingly strong.

Him and Mirabel used to be close but sort lost that connection the older they got, and even began to fight and butt heads. I like to think they do eventually become close, but it takes a lot of conversation and time.

adhd and autism (vine boom sound effect)

used to bite people as a kid

He likes reading plays and will space out for hours thinking how something translates on a stage

Sometimes he stands in front of a mirror and goes ‘why why why why why why why w

MIRABEL

The silly!!!

Like Isabela: gift giving is her way of showing affection. She loves hand crafting gifts.

This is depressing but when she didn’t get her gift she drew a door on her wall hoping the magic would make it real

Once no one would wake up so she poured water on Camilo’s head and he screamed so loud it woke everyone else up

Mirabel looks extremely innocent but will literally try to stab anyone who bothers her with her sewing needle

She used to write simple picture books for Antonio when they roomed together

She DEF got her own room during the rebuild. Like imagine saving the miracle and your family is just like “anyway go back to the baby room lol” they wouldn’t do that to her

Bisexual icon love to see it

Has zero rizz I’m sorry queen but like she’s a girl failure by heart

Is a bit of old woman and can’t stay up too late without getting tired but in turn wakes up extremely early.

Not the best academic but obviously still very smart.

She’s an empath so if you begin crying she’ll start crying too she can’t help it

Is blinder than a bat if you take her glasses away she cannot see SHIT

ANTONIO

Don’t have too much on him since he is still a baby but I have a few!

His favorite animal is the jaguar! Hence the plushie and his closeness to Parce

He likes matching animals to people, and even has a few animals named after his family.

Animals often tend to just kinda… follow him. If he goes for a walk he might came back with some new friends.

I do think he’s a vegetarian. Maybe not a vegan but eating meat is not easy for him.

He doesn’t always go to his parents if he has nightmares, and will rotate between Dolores, Mirabel, and Camilo.

Kicks in his sleep

#encanto #encanto headcanons #camilo madrigal #dolores madrigal #isabela madrigal #mirabel madrigal #antonio madrigal

[ssahotchnerr]

Ooooh what about hotch with an actress girlfriend? I’m pretty sure it’s cannon that he’s a Theater kid (little nerd 🥺) so they’d be so cute together 😭. Image her getting her dream part he’d be so supportive. I like to imagine he’d come and watch all her shows (if he could make it) and he might even bring along the rest of the BAU. He’d be so proud of his woman up on the big stage I love him sm 😖

🥹🥹 that’s so adorable <333

just imagine he’s away on a case, you’re on edge because you’re waiting on that call if you got the part or not, and when you do !!!!!!!!! you don’t hesitate to give aaron a ring. despite being extremely busy, (and besides, he's been eagerly waiting on your call) he excuses himself the second he sees your call lighting up the screen. he finds a vacant conference room, shuts the door behind him and doesn't even bother a hello- just goes "and?????"

AHH aaron's so so SO smiley when he hears your excitement, and his stomach is feeling full of butterflies for you <3 he's just telling you over and over again how proud he is of you, that he just knew you would snatch that role up and no one else is more deserving <3

and ugh opening night <3333 he sends you bouquet after bouquet of your favorite flowers, your dressing room is completely full of them. schedule allowing, he makes an effort to come to every show, and hehe each time is even better than the last <3 he's just so extremely proud sitting there in the audience (thanks to you he always has a reserved seat close to the stage, and every so often, you treat him to his own box viewing🥰) his chest is just so full of love and pride - it feels like it's going to explode- for you every time the audience claps or reacts to what's happening on stage. because that's you!!!!! and you're his!!!!!!! hehe he has a cute lil possession over him in this way. like that's his girl up there, everyone is witnessing your talent and thinking you're amazing, but he's the one gets to go home with you at night and enjoy your company always <3

and AH aaron loves singing your praises to the bau 🥰 they always ask how you're doing, what show you're currently in, and his eyes get so sparkly when he talks about you to them <333 and when he surprises them with tickets to one of your shows, eek they're so so excited!!!! hehe they make a whole night out of it - first, the show, and then dinner and drinks afterwards so you can attend and celebrate 🥰 and that whole night, the team has never seen aaron so smiley, so loving as he has an arm around you at dinner. he's also guilty of smiling softly to himself as you're talking to penelope or jj. he's just so happy, and so so incredibly proud of you 🥹

and !!!!!! jack loves coming to your shows too 🥹 he believes you're a literal superstar. whenever you take him backstage as the little vip he is, he thinks it’s the coolest thing ever <3

and of course, if aaron can't make a performance due to work, he still makes sure to send you flowers, a good luck text prior to the performance, and that he can't wait to hear all about it during your usual good night call <3

#i love this concept so much <3 #let's talk aaron <333333 #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner imagine #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds

[ridiasfangirlings]

What kind of parents do you think mikorei, sarumi, izuseri, and kuroshiro would be to their respective children?

Mikorei are absolutely the couple where one parent is very strict and careful and has a whole educational plan set up for their kid and the other is like sure eat paste whatever it’s fine. Like you know Munakata would be such an involved parent, he babyproofs the house to a ridiculous degree the moment they bring the kid home and he studies up on nutrition and what music the kid should listen to in order to help grow their mind, the whole thing. Meanwhile whenever he leaves Mikoto to watch the kid while Munakata is at work the child starts like climbing on bookshelves and Mikoto’s just like ‘try not to break anything’ (because then Munakata would yell at him), Mikoto is a very hands off parent. Though even then of course Mikoto is protective in his own way, like can you imagine if someone tried to bully their kid and suddenly found themselves face to face with the Red Monster. Mikoto is also the one who gets Munakata to tone it down as needed, especially as their kid gets older and starts to chafe a bit at the extreme doting Mikoto is the one to remind Munakata that kids need some level of independence.

Sarumi, Yata is the eager and excited parent and Fushimi is the really cautious one who has no idea what he’s doing constantly and worries that he’s screwing something up. Actually in this case at least when the kid is young I wonder if Yata would have to be the one administering any discipline, since Fushimi would obviously be the one to take it harder if the kid gets upset about it (can you imagine the first time their kid says ‘I hate you,’ Yata’s upset but realizes this is a thing kids do while Fushimi is quietly having a spiral and Yata has to reassure him that no, this isn’t like when you said you hate your dad, your dad deserved hating). I think Fushimi might be an unexpectedly gentle parent just because he knows what shitty parents are like and he doesn’t want to be that way. Yata meanwhile is also super involved, I see him being really excited by every milestone and bragging about how cool their kid is. 

Izuseri are proper normal parents, though hopefully their kid likes anko (imagine Kusanagi’s face the first time their kid asks for a glass of milk with anko). I think they’d be good with splitting duties parental-wise, like some days Kusanagi takes the kid to the bar and some days Awashima takes the kid to work for Uncle Munakata to have a playdate with. Awashima I could see as the slightly stricter parent, I bet it’s hard for the kid to lie to her because she’ll just stare at them until they tell the truth. Kusanagi is the looser parent but only until the kid does something really bad and then they’re in trouble, like for Awashima and Kusanagi’s kid Mom is scary but when Dad is mad he’s even scarier. Otherwise the two of them are very supportive of their kid though and do their best to let the kid grow up healthy and well adjusted.

Kuroshiro are definitely another one of the couples where one is strict and the other is like hey do you wanna do a science. Kuroh I could see being a very involved housewife, he absolutely will not let their kid grow up without any life skills and is probably dedicated to raising the child as Master Ichigen raised him (Shiro is fine with this but please wait until the kid can walk before you teach them to fly a helicopter). Shiro is somewhat looser as a parent, I can just imagine Kuroh like coming home to their apartment to find Shiro, Neko and the kid all happily fingerpainting on the walls with no regard to who will be cleaning that up. I feel like Shiro would be sort of excited to have a kid though, just with everything he’s been through and now he has a family and even a little kid, like it really hits him here how his time is moving again and he doesn’t mind that at all, he can’t wait to watch his kid grow happy and strong.

#Mikorei #Sarumi #Kuroshiro #Izuseri #Talking K #I feel like Izuseri and weirdly enough Sarumi would be the most balanced parenting styles #bc Awashima and Kusanagi are kinda mutual on the strict/lenient scale #and Fushimi is too concerned about How To Parent to be strict but he isn't too permissive either he's just a mess #Munakata is definitely the helicopter parent and Mikoto is the he's not dead so it's fine parent #Shiro excitedly builds the kid messy science fair volcanoes and Kuroh has to clean the mess

[junglxqueen]

Verstappen Devil [06]

A/N: I'm sorry it took so long to update but I had a major writer's block. Thank you for all your support and comments! I swear it helps and motivates me a lot. I had to divide the chapter in two because the other one deserved a chapter of his own. Hope you enjoy it!

Charles’ POV

I… saw something that I wasn’t supposed to see. 

Let’s go back a little bit.

At first I was mad at Y/N, I was fuming. How could she dare to talk to Max like that? That was so out of place and incredibly rude. I was about to jump into the scene and start fighting with them too. But then Max didn’t say anything to defend himself, Mick blamed him and the look on his eyes when he turned around? That shut me up incredibly fast. Those three factors added up made me question if I was on the right side very quickly.

Guilt.

It was written all over his face, screaming through his eyes, pouring out of the air that he was breathing. I was surprised, to say the least. If I didn’t know him any better, I would even say he wanted to cry, but c’mon, this is Max we are talking about, he doesn’t cry. 

“Max… what did you do?” 

I couldn’t avoid the question to escape my mouth as I started to put the pieces back together.

Okay, time to be honest: I lied to the boys, well, I didn’t lie I just omitted one part of the story. F3 and F2 are not from where I know Y/N. Truth be told, I met her long before, back when Max and I hated each other and raced on carts. That’s where I first saw her.

I’m pretty sure it was her because I heard her name a few times and I could recognize those blue eyes and freckles anywhere. I think I’m four or three years older than her, so when I first met her she was just a little kid, give it a 6 or 7. Back then, I used to find kids her age annoying, but for some reason not her. She was shy, very quiet, you could always find her standing in a corner avoiding talking with everybody.

She wasn’t a competitor or anything like that, she was there for Max. They were friends, supposedly. Truth is I’ve never really seen them talk a lot. Instead it seemed as if they avoided each other, or at least he did. I used to find it strange that even with him ignoring her, and her being always alone, she never missed a race day.

Even if we never really talked, I used to find myself keeping track of what she was doing and darting glances her way. It was adorable to see the shine of admiration and excitement in her eyes when she saw the karts racing. It was pretty obvious that she was itching to get into one but she never really asked for it and Max never offered. 

 When she was alone (which was pretty much all the time) and thought that nobody was seeing her, she used to talk to herself, with the karts or even put a hand on the track and talk to it. Basically, anything willing to listen. She used to do these little dances on Max’s victories, they were ridiculous, but I got a laugh every time that I saw her doing it. She was an adorable little kid. I even saw her when we were in F3 and F2. We were a little bit grown, and as the years went by her bubbly personality started to fade out. But she was always there, in every race.

That’s why when I joined F1, two years after Max, one of the first things that I did was to look for her. I was extremely curious about that young girl and I finally got the chance to see her again. But I didn’t find her, she wasn’t there anymore. So I started to ask around. ‘Have you seen this blonde girl? She is always with Max, blue eyes, blonde hair, freckles, kinda shy?’ But to my surprise, no one knew her, no one had ever seen her or heard about this ‘friend of Max’. At one point I even started to believe that she was a product of my imagination and I never dared to ask Max about her.

So I stored it in my box of memories (that apparently was failing me and making me believe in innexisting people) and forgot about it.

That was until two years later, when my brother was talking to me about this new prodigy that just won the F3 championship and was already causing furor in the new season of the F2 championship. To be honest I wasn’t really listening, I was tired, falling asleep as he kept talking and talking about how awesome this person was. But then I heard a she, followed by a Y/N. I’ve never woken up so quickly in my whole entire life, I think I even scared Lorenzo.

 I knew that name, I heard it before.

I was extremely confused when I asked and he said Y/N Vettel. She was his sister? Or a family member? How could I not know that? Couldn’t be the same Y/N that I know then. But when I looked it up it was her, definitely it was, the same dark blue eyes and freckles on her cheeks. It was my Y/N. 

Sorry, not mine, Max’s. 

I could not believe what my eyes were seeing, and even less the last Name that figured next to her name.

“What is she from Seb?” I asked without looking up from my phone, eyes fixated in her picture.

“It’s Seb’s daughter” He said as if it was the most normal thing in the world and I was the stupid one for not knowing.

“Seb’s daughter?!” A scream escaped from me. 

Couldn’t be. How? When? How? What? How? When?

I was speechless and kept looking down at the picture to see it was really the same person, was my brain playing games with me again? but I could swear that she was that same little kid, I could recognize her everywhere.

I went to bed so confused that day. After a whole day thinking and analyzing I decided that I couldn’t trust my brain anymore. Was she the same kid from when we were little? Or is just my memory playing tricks with me again? Is she a made up memory? Or is she the same Y/N that I knew? 

Too many questions and no answers. I was so lost and I knew that if I didn’t shove it all up in the back of my head I would never be at peace again. So that’s what I did and forgot completely about it.

Or at least that was until I saw them arguing and all those stored memories hit me like a train all at once.  My confirmation arrived when Max looked at me with those regretful eyes. She definitely wasn’t a product of my imagination, she was the same kid I grew up with, she was here with us and she was Vettel’s little girl.

I knew I wasn’t imagining things.

My head was working a mile per hour trying to process everything and fit the pieces together when Lewis came up running, asking ice like desperate and then telling us to fuck off when we asked what happened. I knew it was related to the scene that just desenvolved in front of us, it had to be.  So after he left, I found my way to sneak around and followed him.

I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it, it’s in my curious nature, and it’s worse if it has anything to do with that mysterious girl.

I don’t know what I was expecting to see when I followed him, but it definitely wasn’t this. Y/N was on the floor, crying her life out, sitting on Mick’s lap. They hugged each other as if they were scared that the other one was going to disappear at any moment. There was a look of affliction and sadness on Mick’s expression and I’m quite sure that I saw tears down his eyes too. 

I was surprised to say the least, I wanted to ask, I wanted to help but I knew that it wasn’t my place to be. I wasn’t supposed to be seeing this. It felt like I was invading a personal moment, too delicate, too fragile for me to witness. That feeling was only confirmed by Lewis when I locked eyes with him. He sat next to them, silently.  His face bathed with worry but not getting himself involved in the scene. He was just sitting there, giving them enough space but close enough in case they needed him. 

He wasn’t happy to see me, at all. I could understand why, I felt guilty for following him. He looked at me with reproach in his eyes and moved his head side to side in a ‘no’ signal. The message was clear: “Don’t come near”.

 I nodded, gave them a last glance, turned around and left for my room. 

I had more questions in my head now and I couldn’t ignore what I just saw. It was too touching, too heartbreaking for me to walk past it. That added to the fact that I just confirmed that she was indeed that blonde kid, that it wasn’t a product of my imagination as I ended up assuming and that she was in fact Seb’s little girl.

What happened with Max that she is so affected to break down like this? Why did she disappear? Where did she go? How could I not know that she was a Vettel? What was she from Mick? 

Too many questions were floating in my head, leaving me kinda dizzy and swimming in confusion. There were so many unknowns to answer, but there were three things I was completely sure of:

She wasn’t that adorable little kid anymore, she had turned into an incredible, talented and unbelievably beautiful woman.

I needed to know what happened between her and Max.

I wasn’t going to let Italy pass without getting to know her.

I’ve taken for granted her presence once and she ended up disappearing for years, I wasn’t about to let that happen again.

Y/N’s POV 

P1 and P2 went great, the car was feeling good, the track even better and with the constant visits to my garage from Lewis and Mick (and even Roscoe one time) to check on me, I was starting to lift my spirits too.

Mick came by so often that it started to annoy his PR manager. It was funny to see the poor soul arriving at the garage and scolding him because he kept escaping his team to come to see me and dad. I’m pretty sure that at the end of the day they found a way to prevent him escaping because at one point he stopped coming and I didn’t see him again until dinner time.

By that time I was completely back on track again, having dinner with my dad and Mick was the cherry on top of such a great day and almost made me forget about what happened that morning.

That was until my dad brought the subject up. 

How does he know? I don’t know, maybe it has something to do with a certain blonde guy that was staring at me with big eyes like a caught deer while I was doing my best not to kill him at that exact moment.

“What do you know?” I asked cautiously with my eyes glued to Mick.

“I know everything.”

Oh… I’m going to murder you.

“Woah! Look at the time.” He said in fake and exaggerated surprise. “I have to go to do… important… stuff… for tomorrow.”

With that lame excuse he said his goodbyes and made his great escape avoiding the pillow that I threw his way. 

I swear I’m going to kill him, dirty rat.

“I can’t believe he ratted on me!”

“Don’t blame it on the poor guy, I made him talk, you know I can be very persuasive when I want.” I scoffed.  “I realized on my own that something was wrong with you. Y/N you are my daughter, I know you better than myself. What he told me only confirmed my suspicions.”  He was silent for a second. “Also, Mick’s presence in the garage is nothing new, but it was weird how often he came by but even weirder was Lewis’ presence… several times.”

Oh… yeah. I guess he’s right. There was a lot of attention on me today from those two boys so it made sense that he suspected something wasn’t quite right.

“I’m not reproaching you but, why didn't you come to me? You usually come to talk to me about these things, why didn’t you this time?” 

He looked at me with worried eyes. I know what’s going through his mind, I know my father. He is fearing that maybe he did something to betray my confidence and that’s why I didn’t go to him. 

He couldn’t be more far away from the truth.

A sigh escaped my mouth as I fixated my eyes on my fingers. I guess it's time to talk about what has been hunting me all day.

“It’s not because you’ve done something wrong or anything like that dad.” I thought for a moment the words that I was about to say, “I didn’t want to tell you because I was afraid you would get mad at me for how I behaved.” I looked up at him, lifting my eyebrows “I was rude, dad. I was really mean. I don’t  know what came over me. I swear I tried to control myself, to ignore him, but he kept pushing, and pushing, and pushing, until I couldn't handle it anymore.”

I looked around the room, suddenly feeling the weight of his eyes on me.

“I exploded in a horrible way and I said some mean stuff. I was so blinded by anger that I didn’t measure my words and everybody witnessed it. I didn’t take care of my heart, hate took the best of me and I turned into this person… for a minute I was like him, dad.” I refuse to look at Seb, shame taking over me, I feel him getting up and hugging me. “I reminded myself of him, I was him, I don’t wanna be him-”

“-You are not,” he interrupted me, “you are this beautiful, strong, independent woman full of life and kindness, energy, light and life. You are not him and you are not even close to being like him. You are Y/N Vettel, my daughter and the most amazing girl that I know.” A small smile formed on my lips, “You’ve been through a lot Y/N, and some of that stuff leaves wounds that need to heal and they can take time to do so. And sometimes it hurts, and it bleeds if you take the crust off, like today, and that’s okay. A small moment of weakness doesn’t define you. Just… don’t let it rot. Because if you are not careful, and treat it the proper way, it’s going to infect and rot.”

He separates from the hug, grabs both sides of my face and looks straight into my eyes. He is worried, I can see it. I feel bad for making him worry. 

“Don’t let it infect Y/N, don’t give your past the power to come in and rot your heart. You have a beautiful heart baby, take care of it.”

A/N: Some new information we have here... 😉 theories anyone? With this we finally close the panic attack scene and we get ready for the race and certain driver to step in.

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[julietasgf]

I'll answer more calmly all later but when I saw your reply I realized I forgot to add my new hc of how Marcus and Sejanus meet in the latam AU (although it could also serve to some extent in canon) 😔😔

So I started to ramble on about certain details of that great moment of gentleness between Sejanus and Marcus and I was like ok putting snow on someone's finger to get them uninjured is a bit unusual knowledge for a child and more so if they were so young. I'm sorry I've never seen snow but I'm sure if I lived in a place with snow at that age I and many other kids probably would have eaten it instead of using it that way so I came to the conclusion that Marcus' parents, well mother, I don't know I always visualized him as the son of a single mother IDK, but his mother probably had some knowledge in traditional medicine -huesera, like those ladies who know all about tea and herbs and ointments and move arms and weists😝

So Baby Marcus from a young age had some knowledge on how to take care of small injuries BUT WELL. What I thought for the latam au was; Imagine Baby Sejanus gets sick and they take him to the doctor and give him all kinds of treatments but nothing seems to work and Vesta is heartbroken but won't give up so even though she had to fight with Strabo (not much because he ended up giving in because that's his son and well it wouldn't hurt to try even if he feel untrust about these things but Vesta yelled at him and threatened him a little so he stopped arguing quickly, pls "Vesta DONT ask me the divorced 😭" "🙄") Vesta starts looking for alternatives and that's when someone from her neighbors tells her about Marcus' mother and she goes and asks for help

And they start treating baby Sejanus who actually gets better!!!! but here's the thing :)) because baby Marcus helped his mom maybe with little things like watching Sejanus while he was napping or changing his pañuelo to bring his temperature down (while Vesta and Marcus' mommy become friends <3 and support each other with Marcus' mommy comforting Vesta and giving her encouragement and I'm sure Vesta would bring her bread and candy and probably made a principle payment for Sejanus treatment).

But I kinda see Sejanus was with fever and very tired the first days and Marcus didn't get a chance to talk to him well and was very curious to meet him, wondering all the time who he was and then one day baby Sejanus wakes up and their eyes meet and 😳

And that's it hahaha, wait for my proper response to your reply later

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I LOVE THIS SO SO SO MUCH 😭😭😭

I've read some works on ao3 that have marcus' mom as a doctor on D2, and I think that to be really sweet; I've also never seen snow in my life, but I agree lmao 😭 and I also agree, in my head it's is already canon he's the kid of a single mother. and LOVE the idea of marcus' mom knowing about traditional med (here we call these ladies benzedeiras, it's common in small towns for when children are sick for moms to take them for these ladies to pray and give them teas and herbs)

strabo is extremely skeptical, he's that kind of guy who just doesn't believe in anything, but he was willing to spend any amount of money to get bby sejanus healthy again. and still, nothing is working, and he's already running out of ideas; vesta was letting him have control of the situation, but she was getting more and more desperate (that's her baby, she can't lose him like that), and then it comes to the point she grows so impatient and stands by the fact that NOW she's going to decide which doctor they would get sejanus to, and she already settled her mind on asking marcus' mom over. and of course they fight, bc strabo thinks it's such a waste of time to invite this lady over because "these are just plants, it won't make him better", but in the end, he gives in (the divorce threat made me laugh 😭 that's what he deserves). and vesta grew up in a small village, she saw plenty of times her sisters being sick and getting better because of this kind of treatment, so she at least have to try.

BBY MARCUS GOING TO HELP HIS MOM IS JUST SO ADORABLE, and his mom is apologizing to vesta because she didn't want to bother but she promises marcus is a good kid, and vesta not only is absolutely okay with it, but she spoils marcus so much, giving him all kind of treats and sweets (at the end of the day marcus and his mama come back home with a bowl with vesta's homemade dulce de leche). and when his mom and vesta are chatting, and his mom is comforting her saying everything will be okay, he's watching sejanus. and when marcus is caring for sejanus, he sometimes talks to sejanus, muttering stuff like "just get good already, your ma is worried about you" and "and you get better, maybe we can play together, you have really fancy toys". and vesta promises marcus that once sejanus gets better, they can play together ("but mrs. plinth, what if he doesn't want to play with me?" "he WILL, it's not a matter of choice").

the moment sejanus finally wakes up and sees marcus in his room omg 🥹 and they stand there in silence for a while, until marcus finally opens his mouth to say that sejanus has the biggest brown eyes he have ever seen, and sejanus is like "...thanks? I guess?" but blushing so hard. and then there's the whole moment of vesta crying so hard and hugging sejanus and thanking on her knees to marcus' mama. she turns to marcus and promises him he'll ALWAYS be welcome on their house. but marcus doesn't come back until sejanus goes after him to knock on his door and ask him to go to his house to play and watch tv with him after school.

(I'm actually obsessed with this, tysm bc this will probably live in my mind rent free for the next weeks 😭)

#tbosas #tbosas movie #sejanus plinth #marcus tbosas #sejarcus #hcs #au #headcanons #this is so adorable I just CAN'T #this is too cute #bby sejarcus is just <3

[kylejsugarman]

I so wanna hear your thoughts on how au squared would change Jesse as a character esp S1 Jesse… like with how protective he is of kids I can’t imagine him being nearly as irresponsible as he was in canon, not with an infant daughter to look after. I’d imagine he’d try a lot harder to get and stay sober, my thinking is he relapsed from the stress of taking care of both Ginny and Baby, and then Ginny’s death just made everything worse as he scrambled to support them so his parents wouldn’t take custody, so he’s still in a pretty bad place and without a support system when Walt meets him. I also think Walt would lean a lot more heavily into the “doing this to support my family” angle to manipulate him, ex: “Do you want Baby to grow up without a future just because you’ve squandered your own? We’re doing this for our daughters remember” That kind of thing

u literally have the vision and the understanding and the insight, u completely understand where im coming from here. jesse is absolutely in a bad place when walt extorts him for the reasons u mentioned: he doesn't have ginny anymore, he can't trust his parents because he knows that for all their concern for baby they would take her from him in an instant, and he (believes that) doesn't have the skills or sobriety or schedule to hold down a job that pays well enough to support them. making meth is basically the best arrangement since there's no "schedule" and the money is good ("why do u do this?" "uh money mostly"), but that's obviously not great for his own drug use so it often comes down to "do i avoid drugs and potentially run out of money to feed my kid or do i peddle meth for good money and relapse constantly??" he tries really hard to be responsible, but it's a really stressful situation to be in and jesse finds himself lashing out in his daily life and self-medicating with drugs to cope with that stress. baby herself is basically the only thing in the world that makes him truly happy and he'll do whatever he can to give her what she deserves

walt, always the hypocrite, is disgusted with this choice even though he's essentially entering the drug business for the same reason and is constantly vocalizing his repulsion. insulting jesse for being a bad father is up there with demeaning his intelligence and berating him for using drugs in terms of go-to abuse tactics for walt, because he Knows that it cuts to the core. jesse will do Anything he wants if walt makes him believe that it's good for baby. in a sad way, jesse trusts walt on that front since walt has much more experience being a father, even though walt's parenting is extremely flawed and just continues to deteriorate as the series goes on, and sincerely believes everything that walt says about family (including walt's insults about jesse's capacity to be a father). walt knows how much jesse trusts and believes what he says, and weaponizes that a lot, especially later in the series once he truly witnesses just how much jesse loves baby and starts to lose his hold on jesse. the whole poisoning thing is so much more painful because the whole time leading up to it, walt is berating jesse for being in this business and getting involved with gus and mike when he "has a little girl at home waiting for him", but he emphatically decides to poison baby Because he knows it's the one thing that'll totally break jesse and get him back on his side. if jesse has reason to believe that gus hurt his daughter, he'll kill him and anyone else that walt asks him to. it's the perfect kill switch for walt, one that he built himself through months of eroding jesse's confidence and sense of self-worth.

in a lot of ways, au squared jesse is similar in that he lashes out a lot and is easy to manipulate through exploitation of his insecurities and the promise of love, but these things go deeper because jesse is even more insecure and even more desperate for love since he has so little support. he latches onto walt despite the abuse because walt is an adult who is at least providing some kind of guidance. he latches onto Everyone. while he may not be as completely reckless as his regular counterpart, jesse tries really hard to repress all of his feelings and anxieties when he's with baby just to avoid making things worse, and those bottled-up feelings manifest pretty violently and angrily once he's away from her and it can be hard to control himself. he just wants to do right by his daughter and keep her safe, but it's a huge struggle and everyone around him (walt especially) is ready to take advantage of this huge vulnerability

#angrylesbianstereotype #ask #syd squeaks #ur making me insane. u are doing some cocomelon shit to me #au squared #jesse pinkman #baby ayuluk #walter white

[writewhatyouwanttoread]

Fic Idea 9

Okay so I've been reading a lot of star trek fic lately and just rewatched aos so hear me out:

Half-Vulcan!Katsuki and human!Izuku

Katsuki's parents both died in some sort of really traumatic way when he was a very young child (less that 1-2yrs I'm thinking) and he somehow ends up in the foster system on earth.

I'm imagining that his parents weren't on Vulcan and that Nero didn't happen so the planet still exists and vulcans aren't an endangered species. If they were I think it would be really hard for Katsuki to get overlooked since his vulcan heritage would make him quite valuable and precious.

Anyway, his vulcan parent (probably Masaru) met his mother on some kind of diplomatic mission or science academy deployment or something while away from Vulcan and fell in love with her. Knowing that no one would approve but feeling very strongly about her (they're probably extremely compatible or maybe even soulmates), he runs away to be with her. They're together for several years before starting a family and they're either on a world or ship that gets raided/attacked when they die. Probably a ship that's near earth. Because then it would make sense for earth to pick up the survivors and provide support for them. That puts Katsuki in a brilliant position to be placed into earth's foster care system.

Which is a horrible place for a half-vulcan who's got really big feelings about everything (like vulcans do) and all of this sensory/mental input from the other kids and people that he encounters because humans are very tactile creatures who have no understanding of vulcan physiology since the race is so secretive which leaves Katsuki with no one to guide him through the process of learning to control all of it.

And thus: explosive Katsuki who's very angry about things and super aggressive to keep people the fuck away from him so he can have some peace in his own damn mind is born.

Cue him having a really rough life that is fraught with conflict since he's all at once leaps and bounds smarter than all the people around him but has a hairpin trigger on all of his emotions because there's no one around to teach him control and he's is constantly being mentally assaulted by people touching him and is generally "othered" by all of his peers.

Big points for an estranged vulcan Dadzawa here teaching him how to regulate his emotions and pushing him into starfleet where rank and professionalism will keep people from being overly friendly as well as a broader knowledge of alien species and their customs. Besides, Katsuki is bright as hell and doesn't back down from a fight. With a little bit of guidance and some structure he'd make a great officer.

Which is how he ends up in starfleet and meets Izuku. A bubbly, smart, compassionate, and determinedly fierce human who's pursuing a captaincy once he's completed command track.

A human who Katsuki eventually finds out is his t'hy'la. Which definitely happens during some disapproves disasterous ordeal where Katsuki has to mindmeld with Izuku to save his life and they form a weak bond right away that he can feel buzzing around in his head even after they've separated. He doesn't know that Izuku is his t'hy'la until they've been dancing around each other for a few months and he finally gets a chance to speak with dadzawa again and Katsuki brings it up because he just can't figure it out.

Obviously it ends with them getting together and formalizing their bond via a mix of the human traditions that they both grew up with and some vulcan ones that just feel right to Katsuki (after some research and discussion with dadzawa). Overall the ending would be the toothrotting fluff they deserve after a lot of struggle.

I think Izuku's childhood would be much the same as it is in canon. Pretty much single mom raising him who works a lot. Nerdy and scrawny as a kid. Super smart. Super hard worker. Super determined. Mocked for saying he was going to be a starfleet captain one day. Didn't have a lot of friends or good adult figures. It's probably inspired by All Might, an admiral in starfleet who captains a ship and he up in Izuku's town. He's done great things. They met once when Izuku was little and he was so inspired by his stories that it immediately captured all of Izuku's ample imagination.

#baku no hero academia #my hero academia #bkdk #au #fic ideas #fic idea 9 #no these aren't getting posted in order 😆 #the rest are sitting in my drafts

[skinnypaleangryperson]

I'm convinced that Rick is literally inherently like some sort of deranged spoiled overly sensitive person to the point of borderline dysfunctionality, and because of this extreme sensitivity, he quite literally needed a person with a certain type of personality like Diane to keep him grounded- and without her, he's like an erratic array of nothing but incredibly sensitive emotional neurons and crippled with loneliness and erratic emotion and barely able to keep himself grounded.

After seeing Rick theoretically be an incredibly cocky independent badass it's so endearing (in a really pathetic way) to imagine him being the lazy one in the relationship, which seems to be what was suggested with what he had with Diane. He said he worked with FEDS right before he met Diane but when she dies he is just playing around in his garage and when she comes out and asks him what he's doing he's saying that he might be "giving up on the whole science thing", and now that we know that was Diane smart enough that she was studying her Masters in something science related, she probably had a really good job and was ranking in bank, which probably means that they could switch off every now and then in terms of who was bringing in the money.

Right before Diane was dead, it seemed like Rick was taking a time off from helping other people out with his own intelligence to basically... play around in the garage, while Diane was probably off doing a just as equally important job as much as Rick had before to support the two of them while he explored himself. She probably loved him enough that she allowed him to simply have the time to experiment and to explore his intelligence just for the sake of it. It might be part of the reason why by the time she died, he was aware about how much he was capable of: or at the very least was far more aware of it then he was when he was just working with FEDS and helping fairly averagely intelligent people out.

I know that it's not necessarily real, but I think that it's interesting that Diane had a little pout on her features and told Rick that he didn't deserve her, and considering that it was basically confirmed by the writers that it was as canon as much as it ever could be anyway for a dead character, and that Morty has Rick's brain downloaded with this past, I'm going to assume that it's pretty much all true to fact with what their marriage was like.

Rick to the present day has already been a complete ass in his relationship with Morty-in a really, really pathetic toxic way. It's almost incredibly endearing how drunk and complacent he is; as long as it was with a partner that knows how to deal with it rather than a confused helpless 14-year-old boy. Might have ended up being the same long-term even if he had been with Diane-not because he doesn't love her, but it just seems to be inherent in his "edgy melodramatic drooly hypersensitive princess, spoiled kid in Willy Wonka's chocolate factory" personality that he has going on, which we've seen a lot this season ❤️ (I know he's been depressed but regardless, he's pretty much always been that way). Like Morty has said himself, he's like a spoiled 8-year-old kid. But it's endearing to imagine a independent, smart, but oddly sweet woman like Diane keeping him down from falling too much into that part of himself and keeping him together.

Granted, the only reason why it's so lovable when it comes to Rick is because you know how actually competent he is if it was an actual problem how lazy he is, and ultimately in the ways that count he actually does have a good graceful heart (like with the way that he's constantly cutting Jerry slack); but I get major pillow princess vibes from him and from Diane. He's such a spoiled little wreck ❤️

When he whacked his toe while running around with Summer earlier in the season and then jumped up and down and scream "my ankle", he gave off such spoiled little boy vibes. He definitely needs a good self-respecting strong sense of self woman like Diane to remind him how about being at least someone respectable with that natural little spoiled pillow princess personality he has.

#rick and morty #I'm pretty much just writing fanfiction at this point with my overthinking #but I still find it endearing #I'm pretty sure I'm just creepily projecting in this post because Rick is pretty much everything I've wanted in a partner in all of these #aspects I just described

[aroaceleovaldez]

For the character, maybe Frank Zhang and/or Piper McLean?

Send me a character!

Frank:

First impression: Hell yeah shapeshifter character :) < (animorphs fan) What a lovely fella :)

Impression now: He deserves so much more....

Favorite moment: Of course gotta go with freeing Thanatos and just the entire Alaska/Canada fight scene. Wish the whole curse thing was more relevant outside of that moment but other than that, hell yeah you go Frank.

Idea for a story: I want him and Leo to be friends,,,, like. actually friends. Please,,,

Unpopular opinion: I AM SO MAD AT LIKE, MARK OF ATHENA THROUGH TYRANT’S TOMB FOR WHAT RICK DID TO FRANK’S STORYLINE. What the hell was that. Why nullify his curse and then un-nullify it THEN NULLIFY IT AGAIN. WHAT WAS THE POINT. AND WHY DID READRIORDAN SPOIL FRANK’S ENTIRE TYRANT’S TOMB SUBPLOT BEFORE THE BOOK WAS PUBLISHED??? HELLO?????? Also also the Frank/Hazel/Leo love triangle & Leo/Frank rivalry was BAD and UNNECESSARY, jealous boyfriend trope is OUT. (Leo being half oblivious to it all was a little funny though).

Favorite relationship: Frazel is extremely cute HOWEVER again, i want Frank and Leo to be friends,,, please,,, i just want them to TALK-

Favorite headcanon: While i have Opinions™ about neurotypical Frank it does directly support my headcanon that adhd/dyslexia/autism is a genetic thing for demigods rather than an inherent “demigodly” trait. Thank you Frank for your service in me trying to fix a ton of the niche kinda ablelist things in the series <3 But aside from that. Let him be neurodivergent cowards.

Piper:

First Impression: Woah,,, she’s just like me for real,,,,

Impression now: Rick. Rick you can stop writing “I’m not like other girls” characters. Rick- Rick sTOP-

Favorite moment: It’s an extremely tiny moment but in Mark of Athena there’s this tiny moment described in passing of Piper being the one to physically drag Nico out of the jar/battlefield when they’re fighting the twin giants and a.) it’s such a funny scene to me and b.) Brain go brrr with thoughts about Nico & Piper having a bit of kinship from that moment/Nico respecting Piper a lot for basically being one of if not the only one to like, actually help him out of the Giant’s lair.

Idea for a story: Piper, Drew, Sadie, and Lacy all going on a quest/adventure together. Let them all unpack that “I’m not like other girls” complex. Very fun potential for an exploration on different manifestations and expressions of femininity particularly how it intersects with different identities. There is so much depth you could go into with that.

Unpopular opinion: Stop making her fashionable, she has abhorrent fashion taste on purpose. Give Piper those absolutely ridiculous thrift store t-shirts!!! The most gaudy, tacky things imaginable! Horrible color combos! Have fun with it! She not only has bad fashion taste but also MONEY. She has access to EXPENSIVE horrible fashion! Either that or just give her basic plain clothes. NOT fashionable plain clothes, i mean Bland As Hell.

Favorite relationship: LET PIPER AND DREW BE GOOD SISTERS TO EACH OTHER PLEASE-

Favorite headcanon: Piper wears velcro shoes (probably kid’s velcro shoes) and jorts she made herself. I will never change my mind on this.

#frank zhang #Piper McLean #pjo #hoo #Heroes of Olympus #percy jackson #ask #ask game #midnightmusicalsandcats #favorite moments for a lot of the HoO chars is difficult cause imo the book quality TANKED with that series #there WAS one REALLY good scene with Leo and Hazel that i will Absolutely Never Shut Up About and also most of Team Statue #but aside from that i mostly just sigh deeply at HoO. like up to Mark of Athena was okay and HoH wasnt awful #but god. BoO.... #Team Statue carries BoO so much #long post// #< ehh long enough that i'll warrant it

[liesareeasier]

'Home To Hawkins' Chapter 12: Secret's Out

‘Home To Hawkins’ is an Eddie Munson/ Stranger Things Inspired Fanfiction

By: MoonFlowerWrites on WattPad

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Hey everyone! Here’s another chapter of my Eddie Munson fan-fic! I’ll be posting a chapter for this every few days, so check for updates. :) This is kind of a strangers to friends to lovers story. There will be smut and mature content in this chapter/ story, so please stop reading if you’re not 18+. Thanks for checking out my story and I hope you enjoy it!! xx

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A/N: Hello! I apologize for such a large gap between chapters. To be completely honest, I was extremely busy and overwhelmed over the Christmas holiday. My family is a lot to handle and I'm just now feeling better after a long weekend with them. I hope you enjoy this chapter!! I'll have another available in a couple of days, and back to my regular posting schedule after that. :) Thank you for being so understanding. Every one of you mean the world to me, more than you could imagine. I was in such a dark place before I started writing this story. It's been a great way to get out of my own head, even if just for a while.

Thanks Again, Abbey xx c: <3

(a/n is from original chapter, I am aware it's no longer the holidays <3)

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Word Count: 11, 255 words c:

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After only a few beeps of Eddie's alarm clock, I was awake and leaned over so that I could turn it off. The room was pitch black but I somehow managed to do it. I stretched out some of my sleepiness before I slid out of bed, trying my best not to wake Eddie. He seemed not to hear the noise from the alarm, and I was relieved; He deserved some good sleep.

Ever since Eddie told me how often he suffered from terrifying nightmares, I couldn't help but worried about him. He said that he hadn't had one since we started seeing each other but I knew that I wasn't the sole reason for his relief. I hated that he still lived in fear because of whatever happened to him in the Upside Down. He did not deserve that, not at all. It was also gutting to know that there was a possibility it hadn't been fully destroyed. From everything that Max had relayed to me in our past phone calls, Hawkins was safe, but was there truly any way to know that for certain?

It has to be destroyed... They all swear that it was.... They can't go through this again... I'm sure the fires are just a coincidence... They must be... They have to be...

I grabbed my black overnight bag and headed into the bathroom. Eddie's uncle still wasn't home, but I figured he would be soon enough. It would be safe to change in the bathroom, in case he got home while I was showering, as opposed to our first meeting being with me dressed in only a towel. I was a tad bit anxious to meet him but in a good way. Knowing how important it was to Eddie, I wanted to make a good impression. He hadn't introduced anyone to his uncle before and I'd never met the parents of anyone who I was seeing. My relationships had all been fairly casual, up until now. The only "boyfriend" I ever had was some random kid in middle school named Jacob. I couldn't even remember his last name, that's how short-lived it had been.

Come to think of it, we never broke up... We sort of just stopped talking to each other... I guess if Eddie ever asks me to be his girlfriend, I'll have to tell him that I'm taken... Oh well...

I laughed quietly to myself, recalling my past flippancy toward relationships, as I shut the bathroom door behind me and switched on the lights. I pulled back the mint-green shower curtain and reached into the ceramic, blue tub to turn the water on. As the water was heating up, I slipped out of my clothes and brushed though my tangled hair before stepping in. The hot water crashing onto my cool skin would be the perfect way to wake up. It had gotten a little cold in Eddie's room last night, but I stayed wrapped up against him to stay warm. Normally, I hated sleeping so close to someone, but it felt natural with Eddie. It was hard to imagine ever getting used to staying the night with him.

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After I was done in the shower, I wrapped myself in a towel to dry off. Eddie's shampoo smelled amazing, like pine, but the lack of conditioner was a little frightening. It was a mystery as to how he had such perfect curls without properly taking care of them. That was just some of his magic, I guessed. I'd have to grab some stuff at the store to keep over here, since he wouldn't mind, but for now I could just rake some oil through my hair to make up for the lack of softness. I brushed though my wet hair before I rubbed some oil between my palms and ran it through my combed strands. After washing to oil off of my hands, I brushed my teeth until I felt clean again. I thought about sneaking back into Eddie's room to finish getting ready for work, but I had heard a door open and wasn't quite sure if it was Eddie waking up or his uncle getting home. I decided to put a little makeup on in here before walking out.

My outfit for the day was one that I had worn a million times before but remained as one of my favorites. There was nothing wrong with having a go-to outfit, in my opinion. Everyone these days were obsessed with having everything be nice and new, but I was always one for the classics. If it still worked, why change it? I paired my perfectly worn-out, high-waisted blue jeans with my coveted Cramps t-shirt and a black long sleeve underneath. I slipped on my socks and citrine necklace before putting some makeup on. One more glance at myself in the mirror showed me that I was ready for the day. I confidently opened the door to the bathroom, ready to see whoever was on the other side.

Eddie's bedroom door was still closed so I made my way out to the living room. Standing there, going through his work bag, was who I could only assume was Eddie's uncle. He was wearing a button-up work shirt with his name, Wayne, stitched on the chest. His jeans were dirty from a hard night of work, and he seemed like he was lost in his search for something in his bag until he must have heard me. He glanced around the room until he noticed me standing there in the kitchen.

"Well, hello there," he said softly as if to not wake Eddie, who he now knew was the one still sleeping.

"Hi, Mr. Munson," I said as I set my bag on the counter and went over to shake his hand.

"Violet, I'm guessing?" He asked as he held out his hand for me.

"Yes, nice to meet you. How'd you know who I was?" I asked as I firmly shook his callused hand.

"My nephew hasn't stopped talking about you for about a week now," he said with a sweet laugh as he dropped my hand. "It's good to finally meet you, too. Want a cup of coffee or anything?"

"Oh, it's alright. You don't have to," I said, just trying to be polite.

"You sure? I was just getting ready to put a pot on for myself. S'no problem at all," he replied as he started walking into the kitchen.

"In that case, yes I will take a cup. Thank you," I said as I went back to stand next to the counter.

"Do me a favor and grab us a couple mugs from the wall over there," he said pointing to a wooden rack full of colorful mugs.

"Will do," I said as I walked over to the rack, grabbed us two mugs, and set them on the counter while the coffee started to brew.

"So, why are you up so early this morning?" Wayne inquired as he led us over to sit on the couch while we waited. "Couldn't sleep? Sorry if it gets a bit cold in here. These old walls don't keep the heat in like they used to."

"Oh no, I slept just fine, Mr. Munson. I'm used to this time of the day. I usually have to be into work pretty early. I run the Family Video over on the other side of town," I answered.

"Oh, wow," Wayne said as he rubbed his chin. "That's mighty impressive. How did you swing that?"

"My grandparents owned the store before me. When they, um- when they passed, we found out that they still owned it and with nobody else to run it, I took it over," I said with a bit of hesitation but wanting to open-up to him.

"I'm sorry I pried, Violet," Wayne apologized but there was no reason for him too.

"You don't need to apologize," I said with a reassuring smile.

"Well then, let me go grab us some coffee so you can properly start you day," he said as he patted me softly on the shoulder before standing up to head into the kitchen.

He continued before pouring our drinks, "you take anythin' in your coffee? We're out of milk but we've got some sugar, if you'd like that."

"Just sugar is perfect," I said with a smile as he got the mugs together.

When Wayne was done brewing the pot of coffee for us, he returned it to its spot on the counter and brought my mug over to me. I gave it a few moments to cool down, but I couldn't wait too long. The wave of tiredness would soon sweep over me if I didn't get some caffeine in my system, and fast. I needed to get heading into work soon, but I was enjoying my morning with Wayne and was hoping that Eddie would be awake before I had to leave.

"So, how was work last night? Eddie said you've been working nights again," I asked before I took my first sip of the deliciously sweet coffee.

"Yep, I have, and it was alright. Just gotta do what I gotta do," he said with a slanted smile.

"Eddie talks very highly of you," I said as I looked into his kind, soulful eyes. "I can tell how proud he is to have you as his uncle."

"That boy means the world to me," he said, trying not get choked up thinking about the love he had for Eddie. "What has he told you about his situation, if you don't mind me asking?"

"A lot, actually," I answered honestly. "He told me about his parents and how you took him in when he was little. I can't imagine how somebody could leave a child like that but he's lucky to have you. It takes a special kind of person to show someone unconditional love like that."

"You're too kind," Wayne said, humbly. "He really told you all that?"

"I mean it, and yes, he did. From everything he's said, I can tell he loves and respects you a lot," I said as I heard a noise from the back of the trailer.

Wayne and I both turned our attention to the hallway as Eddie came stumbling out of his room. He rubbed his tired with his hands before coming into the light of the kitchen. He did a double take when he saw me sitting with his uncle. A smile started to form on his face as he made his way over to us. Dressed only in his boxers, I tried my best not to blush, but he looked so good.

"Good morning," Eddie grumbled as he walked into the living room. "What's all this?"

"Just having a cup-of-joe with this lovely lady of yours right here," Wayne answered as he took a long sip of his unsweetened black coffee.

"Your uncle was just telling me all of the embarrassing stories he had about you," I teased as Eddie's eyes widened and then narrowed intensely as he glared at his uncle and me.

I continued as I stood up, "thank you for the coffee, Mr. Munson. I've gotta get heading into work, but I appreciate this so much."

"Anytime, honey," Wayne said from the couch as I went over to wash my mug out in the sink. "You can call me Wayne, by the way. 'Mr. Munson' sounds too formal."

"You've got it, Wayne," I replied with a slight wave.

As I made my way back into Eddie's room to grab my tote bag, I could hear him and his uncle talking about me. It was dead quiet in the trailer, other than their voices, so I stood by the door and listened in on them. I felt a little guilty for eavesdropping but once I started, I couldn't stop myself.

"So?" Eddie asked.

"She seems like a great girl, kid. She likes you a lot, I can tell," Wayne replied, sounding like he was now standing in the kitchen, so I could hear him clearly.

"You really think so?" Eddie asked nervously.

"I know so. You've got a good one there," Eddie's uncle replied confidently. "Don't let her go."

"I don't ever plan on it," Eddie said, and I could practically hear him smiling from through the door. "She means everything to me."

They kept talking for a minute, but had grown quiet and I could no longer hear them as clearly as before. After his uncle's sweet words and Eddie's certainty about us, I could hear him making his way back into his room. I bolted over to the bed and acted like I had been making it before he walked in. Eddie walked right up to me, spun me around, and pulled me into him. My arms melted around his waist as he held me close.

We stayed like that for a long moment, just drinking each other in. I had my head nestled in his chest and he ran his fingers through my hair, sending chills rippling through me. I almost teared up, not wanting to leave him today. I felt so much closer to him after spending another night together and then meeting the most important person in his life. Hearing what he'd said about me when he didn't think I could hear him had warmed my soul; Everything was coming together.

"Mm, I wish you could stay," Eddie said as we started pulling away, still holding onto each other's arms.

"I know, I know," I said as I reached up and rested my hand on his soft cheek. "I told you, soon. Once the store is under control, I can take a couple days off and maybe we could go somewhere together."

"Just let me know when, and we'll get the hell out of this town the second we can, just me and you," Eddie said as he pulled me in for a kiss.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as our lips moved together as one. The idea of spending a weekend away with Eddie sounded like a dream. As we swirled our lips slowly together, I couldn't help but fantasize about going on an adventure with him.

Maybe we could go camping or rent a little cabin together... Maybe even head into the city and see a concert or something... Just being anywhere with him alone would be nice... Fuck... I need to get the store under control so that we can take some time away... I like him so fucking much...

After our long moment of early-morning passion, I needed to get heading out for work. Today would be easy enough, seeing as it was only Tuesday, but I still had to get there on time. Thankfully Eddie lived relatively close to the diner, so I would still have time to grab some drinks and breakfast on the way in. I hadn't asked Steve if he wanted anything to eat when I'd offered to get us coffee, but I was fairly hungry and figured that he would be too. It was a relief knowing that I would be working with him today. He always made the day go by fast.

Eddie quickly slipped into some black and grey plaid Metallica pajama bottoms, the shirt that he'd borrowed from me with their same logo, and put on his black leather jacket so that he wouldn't be cold as he walked with me out to my car. He almost looked too good to leave, even just dressed in his pajamas. I hated leaving him, but I had no choice, as the store and my team were depending on me.

I can't wait until we hire more help... I need a fucking break...

Wayne was in the bathroom taking a shower when we came out of Eddie's room, so I would just have to tell Eddie to say goodbye to him for me. As we sat putting our shoes on together in the living room, he started asking what my plans for the rest of the week were.

"So, what are you doing tonight?" Eddie inquired as I laced up my Docs.

"Max invited me to the arcade. You're going too, aren't you?" I asked as I waited for Eddie to slip his boots on. "What are you getting into?"

"I'm gonna stop by for a bit, I think. We usually have band practice, but some of the guys are busy tonight," Eddie said with a playful smile. " And I have some 'errands' I've got to run today. Gotta make money somehow."

Eddie put air quotes around his clever word choice, and I immediately knew what he meant. He hadn't met up with anyone to sell them weed, and I figured with how good his supply was, that his customers were anxious to get their hands on some more.  I would never judge him for how he made his money, but I knew that he didn't want his uncle to hear him. He was doing what he had to do to get by, and frankly I respected him for it. There wasn't anything about his "job" that would make me think any differently about him.

"What are you doing after the arcade, if you wind up going? Do you want to stay over?" I asked, hoping he would be free.

"Yeah, I should be free," he answered coyly. "What about Wednesday?"

"I've got a dinner with Max and my aunt, so I don't know how late I'll be out," I said.

"Well, I'll be here working on my campaign if you want to stop by," Eddie offered as we started walking outside.

"I will if it's not too late," I said as I rifled for my keys in my bag.

"Oh, and I have a show at The Hideout on Friday. I'd love to see you there," Eddie said with that pretty smile of his.

"You know I will be," I said to him as I finally found my keys and looked back at him. "I can't wait to see you play again. Nothing could make me leave this time, I promise."

Once my car was unlocked, Eddie put my overnight bag into the backseat. He shut the door behind him and leaned against my car. He reached for my hands and pulled me in for a short kiss. I held his hands in mine when I pulled away, keeping my body pressed against him for warmth. The cool wind whipped around us as we spent the last bit of our morning together.

"Oh, my uncle wanted me to ask you if you'd want to come over for dinner on Sunday. He'll be off work for the first time in a few weeks, so he was wondering if you wanted to go out for burgers or something," Eddie said as he looked down at me and brushed my hair behind my ear.

"I'd love that! Will you tell him I said bye when he's done in the bathroom? I feel bad that I couldn't see him again before leaving," I replied as I moved to open my door.

"Of course, I will," Eddie said as he leaned in my car door while I sat down in the front seat. "You gonna tell me what you two were talking about before I woke up?"

"We we're just getting to know each other," I answered as I smiled up at him.

"So, nothing embarrassing like you said?" He asked as he crossed his arms.

"Wouldn't you like to know," I teased as I put the keys into the ignition and turned my station-wagon on. "See you later, Eds."

"You're not getting off that easy. I'll get it out of you," Eddie said with a devilish smile as he leaned down to kiss me goodbye.

He held my face in his hands as he pressed his lips against my forehead before pulling me in for a real kiss. His ice-cold rings sent a pleasing chill fluttering through me. I moved my lips with him for a moment before he stepped back so that I could close the door. After I shut it, I rolled my window down before I pulled away.

"Bye, Eddie," I said with a small wave.

"Drive safe, sweetheart," he replied as he waved goodbye back to me. "See you tonight."

I rolled up my window as I pulled away. I could see Eddie in my rearview, standing in his doorway while he watched me leave. He always did that I couldn't help but smile that he seemed like he couldn't get enough of me. Being wanted and desired was something that I wasn't used to but a welcome change. I'd always felt so lonely before meeting Eddie. I was content enough with my life, but I guess I didn't know what I was missing. He had completely flipped my idea of what a partner could be. It was as if the universe had personified exactly the person that it knew I needed. I felt so lucky to have found him.

•••

As I made my way to grab some breakfast and coffee, I blasted some Fleetwood Mac, per usual. I was determined to have a good day after the amazing morning that I'd had, and Stevie Nicks was the best way to put me in the best mood. I turned down the road that the diner was on and bobbed my head along to the end of the tape.

The waitress that was usually there, Pamela, was in today and it was always nice to see her. She threw in the muffins for free this morning and I made sure that I tipped her very well. She always made my day when I saw her. She had become a pleasant constant in my life that I was building here in Hawkins.

After securing two coffees and a couple of blueberry-streusel muffins, I headed toward the store. This morning had just been the perfect start to my day. Meeting Eddie's uncle had gone even better than I thought it would. The sight of Eddie being so nervous when he woke up and saw us talking was priceless. It was beyond adorable seeing him like that. I was glad that I had the opportunity to get to know Wayne alone at first. I could see in his eyes how much he loved Eddie, and it warmed my otherwise cold heart.

Eddie didn't deserve any of the things that had happened to him in this life. I mean, nobody truly deserved to be left by their parents or almost killed in an alternate dimension, but Eddie was nothing other than kind, and thoughtful, and caring. With the way he carried himself, you would never know about the darkness of his past. No matter what he was going through inside, he never let it show, unless you were someone very, very close to him. I always felt honored when he would open himself up to me.

I hope he knows he doesn't ever have to pretend to be strong around me... I love seeing his vulnerable side, the true Eddie...

•••

My thoughts were consumed with Eddie as I pulled into the video store parking lot that I almost missed seeing the other car that was parked in the lot. Leaning against his burgundy BMW was none other than Steve. There was something about him that looked different this morning, even more put together than usual. He was wearing some new sunglasses, nice slacks, a tailored brown jacket, and his hair looked particularly styled today. I parked my car next to him and noticed that he was beaming when I got out of my car and walked up to him.

"Good morning, Steve," I said as I handed him his black coffee with cinnamon and the bag containing his blueberry-streusel muffin.

"It is a damn good morning, Violet," Steve said as he slung his arm around my shoulder and walked me to the back of the store to get it unlocked.

"What's with you today?" I asked with a laugh as we walked together.

"I took your advice, is all," Steve replied as we rounded the corner behind the store.

He continued while I unlocked the door and held it open for him, "I called Nance again last night and told her that I didn't just want to hang out with her, that I wanted to take her on a date."

"And?" I asked as we flipped on the lights for the store and went to put our stuff in the lockers. "What did she say? Yes, I'm assuming?"

"Yes, she said yes," Steve sang loudly as he pulled me in for a hug and nearly squeezed the life out of me.

"Steve, Steve, I can't breathe," I tried to say, but my voice was muffled from being pressed against his chest.

"Sorry, sorry," Steve said as he released me. "My bad for strangling you. I'm just so fucking relieved."

"I'm so happy for you, friend," I said as we walked into the main part of the store to get the cash registers open for the day. "When are you guys going out?"

"Tonight!" Steve answered as we counted the cash in each of the drawers. "Holy shit, I get to see her tonight."

"Breathe Steve, breathe," I said, trying to keep him calm. "So, where are you taking her?"

"There's this Italian restaurant that's pretty good called Enzo's," Steve said, unable to wipe the wide smile from his face.

"Ooh, fancy," I teased while I went over to check the returns bin and get the front doors unlocked.

"I just- I just feel like everything is falling back into place," Steve said excitedly. "I know you don't know her yet but you're going to love her."

"I can't wait to meet her, Steve," I replied as I walked back over to the register area. "Bring her to Eddie's show on Friday. You're going, I assume?"

"Shit, I should," Steve said as he started considering the idea. "Well, I'll ask her what her plans are if tonight goes well."

"It will Steve, it will," I said as our first customer started walking through the doors. "Do you mind getting this guy taken care of? I need to make a few calls to set up interviews. I'm going to have people come in on Thursday to find us a store manager and a couple more associates to bring onto the team."

"Go ahead. I've got this," Steve said as he motioned toward the back of the store. "Just don't hire any losers."

"Thank you," I said as I started walking back to my office. "And I'll try not to."

"No, thank you," Steve called after me.

I closed the door to the office behind me and got to work calling the numbers from the list of applicants that I had compiled. If this round of interviews didn't go well, we would just have to regroup and try again. Not wanting to fail myself and the team, I had a lot riding on Thursday going well. As much as I was enjoying my time here, running the store was indescribably stressful. The amount of pressure that I felt was nearly crippling, but I was trying my best to hold it all together. Nothing in my life had prepared me for the challenge that I had taken on by choosing to run this store. I didn't need their support, but sometimes I wished that my parents had given me some advice before I left home.

I have to do this on my own... I don't need them... I can't keep wasting my time, hoping that they'll someday be different...

•••

After I got the calls that I needed to make, done, the interviews were all squared away, and I went back out to the main part of the store to help Steve with a few customers that had been coming in. I was excited to tell him that everything was finally coming together. We desperately needed help at the store, especially with balancing all our books. I was starting to feel like I was underwater with all the clerical work that I had been doing and feared that it was too much for me to handle.

We had 13 perspective team members coming in on Thursday and they all seemed like qualified candidates. I only had space on our payroll to bring on a manager and two more employees, in addition to eventually hiring Max. I hoped that the store would be cleared as safe soon and that I could bring her on the team after that. It was completely understandable why her mom was hesitant to let her work with me until we found whoever robbed and started a fire in the store. Putting Max in any sort of danger was the last thing I ever wanted to do. If her mom knew the truth about the Upside Down and what happened with Vecna, I was sure that she would never again let her leave their house. I just had to be patient and let the police chief get everything figured out.

As if by some weird twist of fate, just as I was thinking about him, Chief Hopper came marching through the door. He looked around the store for a second before his eyes met mine. He had an unnervingly stern look on his face that was hard to read. It was clear that he wasn't here to browse for movies when he beelined right for me.

"Miss Bradford, we need to talk," he started, skipping any pleasantries.

"Of course, Chief. What seems to be the problem?" I asked as a nervous chill rolled down my spine.

"Do you have somewhere we can talk in private?" He asked as he crossed his arms.

"Oh, yes. Follow me," I said as I walked out from behind the front counter and started to lead him back into the office, where I had just been. "We can go to my office back here."

As I walked Chief Hopper to the back of the store, I caught Steve's eyes. He had a worried look on his face, but I tried not to let it get to me. I kept my cool as I opened the door to the office and sat down at my desk. The chief closed the door behind us and took a seat in the chair across from me.

"So, I assume that you know why I'm here," Hopper said sternly.

"Is this about the robbery? Have you found Paul, yet? Or any more information about what happened?" I asked, slightly rambling with my questions but trying to stay as calm as possible.

"You mean to tell me that you don't know?" he asked as his thick eyebrows furrowed.

"No, I don't. I'm in the dark here, sir," I said as I leaned forward on the desk.

"I apologize. I figured you heard the news since it broke this morning," the chief replied, ever so slightly softening his tone, but keeping a stoic look plastered on his face.

He continued after taking a moment to gather all his thoughts, "I did a welfare check at the address we could find for Paul. We needed to confirm his whereabouts and question him about the robbery, but when we located his property, we found that his house and the surrounding area had been burnt to a crisp."

"What do you mean, chief?" I asked as the shock began to take over.

"What I mean, Miss Bradford, is that his house, the trees, and the yard around it all have fire damage. We found his car still parked in the garage and bags packed by his front door," he continued. "We haven't been able to locate him. Being that you were the last person to see him, I have to ask if you know what happened or been in contact in any way."

I gulped before mustering a reply, "the last time I had contact with him was when I was kicking him out of the store. He said he was on his way to Florida for work but- but I swear, I haven't seen or heard from him since. One of our employees said that his "job offer" was a scam, so I figured that he just skipped town or didn't want to show his face here again after I forced him to leave. Did you find anything at his house that might point to where he actually went?"

"Well, there is something else that I wanted to discuss with you," Hopper said as he rubbed at his chin. "We found a bag in a back closet in his house. There was what looked like a bundle of singed cash. Nothing was salvageable from the damage, but I now feel comfortable in saying that he was the one that robbed the store."

"Wow... I thought it was him, but at least knowing it was makes me feel a bit better," I replied. "And there's really no sign of him?"

"No. We have our guys on it, but it doesn't look good," Hopper said. "I can't divulge too much about an open case, but they are searching for human remains on his property. From how the scene was laid out, it appears that he was preparing to leave town when the fire broke out. We're unsure if he was able to flee or- or if he died at the scene."

"Oh, holy shit," I said, taking in everything he had told me, finally realizing the gravity of his questions from earlier.

A fire? Another fire? It can't be... This can't be happening... What if this is the Upside Down... I don't know if I should tell him about the fires or talk to the others... Does he really think I had something to do with Paul disappearing? He doesn't think that I killed him, does he? Oh god...

"Holy shit is right," the chief said as he leaned back in his chair.

"What do you think?" I inquired. "Do you think he left, or do you think he's dead? Do we have to worry about him coming back to the store?"

"In my opinion, I don't think you'll be seeing him again. As of right now, especially with what you've relayed to me, it's not looking good," he replied. "I can send a patrol by here a few times a day until we have more answers and we're going to keep surveillance on the crime scene when it's done being worked."

"You asked if I had seen him, so can I ask, am I a suspect or something?" I asked with an air of uneasiness as I even spoke the words.

"No, I don't believe you were involved. I had to ask, seeing as you were the last person who saw him," Hopper answered honestly. "I hope you understand, I'm just doing my job. These are just the kinds of questions I have to ask with cases like this."

"No, I completely get it. I'm not offended, Chief. I just-" I started before taking a moment to collect myself. "This is all very overwhelming. I mean, the guy was an asshole and a thief, but he didn't deserve this. And you're sure it was a fire?"

"Couldn't have been anything else," the chief said as he started to get up and I followed suit. "The trees, the inside of the house, and even some of the grass was burnt all around it. We had to have the fire guys put out all the red embers that were left. Never seen anything like it."

My heart sank with the chief's final statement. I realized that I had to fill him in on what I and the others had been suspecting. Unsure of how to approach it, I wanted Steve to help me. After all, he had a history with Hopper and had much more experience with the Upside Down. If these fires were tied to that twisted, alternate dimension, we would need the chief on our side to get this situation handled properly. Steve would know how to approach this better than I would on my own.

"Chief? Can we go find Steve so we can talk to you about something?" I asked as I was met with a puzzled look from Hopper.

"Sure. What about?" He asked as he held the door open for me.

"Hopefully nothing," I answered ominously as I looked around for Steve, needing his support to have this heavy conversation.

Seeing as the store was empty, I went to lock the front doors and flipped the sign to show that we were closed. The last thing we needed was somebody overhearing this conversation that wasn't supposed to. We walked over to Steve, who was organizing the returns from last night at the front counter. I wasn't sure if I was quite ready to have this conversation, but I had to rip the Band-Aid off.

"Hey Hopp, what's up?" Steve asked as he shook the chief's hand.

"Hi, Steve. I was wondering the same thing," Hopper replied as he leaned against the back counter and I went to stand next to Steve, who was flashing me some major side eye.

Hopper continued, "your boss here was just telling me that you guys had some information for me."

"Steve, the chief told me that he went and searched Paul's house and found a whole bunch of fire damage," I said as Steve's eyes widened.

"Oh shit, I see," Steve said as he looked back toward the chief who had an equally puzzled look on his face.

"Can one you fill me in here, please?" He asked with a frustrated tone.

"That's not the first fire to happen," I answered solemnly.

"Elaborate, you two. Or we can go down to the station if that's easier?" The chief offered.

"She means that we've been noticing some weird coincidences again," Steve explained. "There was fire here at the store when it was robbed, there was one by Lover's Lake the other night, and now this."

"I also saw a deer in the trailer park that had these strange, glowing-red eyes. It was the same bright red glow of the embers that have been left behind at every fire," I spoke up.

"You don't think it's..." Hopper started to wonder.

"We don't know," Steve quickly answered.

"Shit. Shit! Okay, let me talk to Joyce but we need to get to the bottom of this. Are you two free on Thursday?" The chief asked and we both nodded.

He continued when we read our reactions, "okay. Meet me at my place then. 8 o'clock. Steve, you know where it is. Who else know about this?"

"Just us, and Dustin, and Robin, and Eddie," Steve answered.

"Fuck... Well alright, bring them, too," the chief said as he lifted his hat and scratched his head.

"Will do," Steve said. "And Hop, we'll get it figured out. We closed all the gates and El destroyed the link between our worlds. We all saw it. This can't be that again."

"I hope not, kid. I hope not," Hopper replied as he started walking toward the door. "See you both Thursday."

With that, I went to unlock the doors for him, and he made his swift exit. The look of nervousness on his face as he looked back at us from outside made me nearly quake in fear. I just went back to the desk and Steve went to flip the sign back to open, but I stopped him.

"I don't think I can do this today," I said as I clutched my chest. "I can't lie to every customer that walks in here and just pretend that I'm okay. Not right now, not after all of that."

"You want to close early?" Steve asked as he walked over to me.

"No, but yes," I said as I held my face in my hands and Steve wrapped his arms around me to comfort me. I leaned into his chest as a few tears fell from my face. I couldn't control my reaction. The feeling of helplessness was coursing through me.

I continued when I pulled back and tried my best to collect myself, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't be crying over this. I just- I know what you all went through, and I don't want to think the worst, but the chief's reaction scared the shit out of me."

"Me too. I hope it's not what we think. I mean, it can't be. I saw the gates close, and the link between our worlds severed with my own eyes," Steve said. "We'll get to the bottom of this, okay? Please try not to worry until we know that we have a reason to."

"Yeah, I'll try," I said. "I just have to call Keith and tell him we're closing. Do you mind if I come over for a little bit?"

"I usually wouldn't, but my parents did get home early this morning. Not that I'd mind you meeting them, but they're not exactly comforting in stressful situations. Would you want to go to your place? Or Robin's?" Steve asked.

"Anywhere is fine. I just don't want to be alone right now," I answered as my tears finally stopped flowing.

"Me neither," Steve said. "Call Keith and then I'll call Robin and see what she wants to do while you count the other register, okay?"

"Okay," I said as I started dialing Keith's house. "Thank you, Steve."

"Don't mention it," he said with a wink as he went to start closing the register closest to him.

•••

Thankfully, I was able to reach Keith just before he had left his place. I told him that I could still pay him for working today and he tried to refuse but I insisted that he take it. The store wasn't in the red, even with the robbery, so I wanted to do him the favor considering we had the means.

Once I was done on the phone, I handed it over to Steve and started counting the second register. He called Robin and I could hear him filling her in a bit and making plans to hang out, but I stayed focused on counting my drawer. Luckily, we had only had a few customers, and I only needed to put a small bit of cash into the safe before leaving.

After securing the overflow cash in the safe, I went to join Steve in the locker room to grab our stuff. I was beyond ready to leave. I felt guilty for closing the store, but my mind was in a million different places, and I needed to be selfish today. Since I had the day off, I figured I would call Eddie wherever we wound up hanging out to see if he could come by. Just seeing him would make me feel better.

"So, where are we going?" I asked Steve as we headed toward the back door.

"Robin said we could head to her place," Steve said with a smile, trying to lighten my dark mood.

"You think she'll mind if I invite Eddie over when we get there?" I asked as I locked the door behind us.

"She suggested it," Steve said as he nodded.

He continued when we neared our cars, "you okay to drive? I know this is a lot to process."

"I'm okay. I'll just follow you there," I said as I grabbed my car keys from my bag and started unlocking the door.

"Perfect. I'll drive slow enough for you to keep up," Steve teased with a playful shove against my shoulder.

"Whatever, Harrington. You wish. You drive like a grandma," I joked.

"Oh, we'll see about that," Steve said as he ran over to his car and rushed to turn it on.

Oh, he wants to race... He's on...

Luckily, I had the advantage because I had turned my car on before Steve even reached his. I pulled out of the parking lot and started briskly making my way to Robin's house. I didn't want to speed too much, but I had to smoke him. Even though he had a nicer and newer car, I knew I could beat him.

I raced through town, a street ahead of Steve the whole time. He got close to me once, but I cut down a side street that Robin had showed me. That gave me even more of an advantage as I pulled down Robin's street and could just see Steve's car appearing in my rearview mirror as I threw my car into park. I promptly hopped out of my front seat, locked my car, and waited for Steve on Robin's driveway. He had a smug look on his face as he marched up to me.

"I let you win, Bradford," Steve said as he stood with his hands on his hips, standing close to me and glaring down.

"You wish," I said as I smirked at him, gloating my win. "I crushed you. Even in a Beemer, you couldn't beat me in your wildest dreams."

"Oh, really?" Steve said as he crossed his arms.

"Hey, you two want to come inside and fight?" A familiar, deep voice rang out from Robin's front door.

Eddie?! What is he doing here?!

In the haze of beating Steve, I hadn't even noticed that Eddie's van was parked in the driveway. He stayed leaning in the doorway as I quickly walked up to him. I threw my arms around him, and he leaned back for a moment to pull me in for a kiss. I swirled my lips with his, instantly melting into his calm, comforting touch. It was like the universe knew exactly what I needed after such a stressful morning.

"Get a room, freaks," Steve playfully scoffed as he pushed past us and into Robin's house.

I didn't dare let go of Eddie. I needed him close to me right now. I twisted my hands in his curls as he pushed me up against the side of the house so that we would have a bit more privacy. Eddie's hands hitched against my lower back, traveling lower and lower until he was cupping my ass, squeezing at my curves. A slight heat started to grow in my center, and I knew that I needed to pull away before things went too far outside on Robin's porch.

"Mm, we should probably go inside, sweetheart," Eddie purred as he teased me with a few soft kisses down my neck, echoing my reluctant thoughts.

"You're the one who won't stop kissing me," I said as I released his curls and held the sides of his face in my hands. "What are you doing here, by the way?"

"Not happy to see me? Could have fooled me with how you jumped my bones right here for everyone in the neighborhood to see," Eddie joked with a devilish smirk.

"No, I am. I always want to see you," I answered. "I just wasn't expecting you to be here."

"Well, when a frantic Robin calls, who would I be to ignore her?" Eddie said before he kissed me forehead and sling his arm around my shoulder to lead me inside. "She called me after Steve talked to her. Long story short, she told me to get my ass over here. Well, she actually just told me to get my ass here, so here I am."

"Thank you for coming. I was going to call you when I got here, but I'm happy that you're here now," I said as I leaned my head on his shoulder.

"I know it's not the day off we had been talking about but I'm always here for you, baby. Everything is going to be okay. I promise," he said as we walked into the house and he closed the door behind us.

We sat on the couch with Robin and Steve when we made our way into the living room. They were sitting on the floor, bickering about who would roll a joint, so I turned my focus back to Eddie. He held me close to him as I cuddled against his chest. I didn't care how cheesy we were being in front of our friends, I just needed to be close to him.

"Guys, chill," Eddie said as he reached into his vest pocket with his free hand and pulled out a rolled joint. "I'll light this and then you can both roll up, or I can help you fools out."

"Robin might need your help, but I got this," Steve said mocking Robin. "Light it up, Munson."

"You know what," Robin said as she pushed Steve's shoulder. "You're on. We'll both roll one and they can vote whose is better."

Eddie leaned back into the couch and sparked up his joint, while Robin and Steve got to work rolling their own. They were hilariously competitive with each other, and I was relieved that they didn't ask me to join in on their game. I had never learned how to roll and had skated by without having to know how, until today. As if reading my mind, Eddie flashed me a look while he passed his perfect joint to me.

"Here sweetheart," Eddie said as I grabbed the joint from him. "You want to try and compete with them?"

"Ha, I wish," I said as I took a long drag before responding more. "If I knew how, I would. Plus, I'm enjoying watching them try to annihilate each other."

"I'll have to teach you sometime," Eddie said with a wink as he threw his hands behind his head and relaxed into the couch.

"Here, Robin," I said as I leaned over and handed the joint to her.

She grabbed it from me and held it in-between her lips as she started rolling her joint. She had an adorably serious look on her face as she focused on her work. Steve was already almost done with his, so she had some catching up to do. I wanted to have faith in Robin, but Steve's was looking almost as good as Eddie's.

As the joint made a few more rounds, Steve and Robin finished up their joints. They got up off the floor and joined Eddie and me on the couch. I snuggled up to Robin as Steve took a spot on the other side of her. Before we got totally blitzed, I wondered if we should wait for Vickie. I didn't know where she was, but I didn't want her to feel left out if she was in their bedroom or on her way home from work.

"Do you think we should wait for Vickie?" I asked as Robin grabbed the lighter that Eddie was holding out for her. "Where is she, by the way?"

"No, no, it's okay," Robin said as she sparked her joint. "She's working late tonight, and she doesn't smoke much anyways. She'd probably hit it twice and fall asleep. It's actually pretty cute..."

Robin trailed off as she took the first hit. She ran her fingers up along the sides of the paper, trying to smooth the dimples to ensure that it burned evenly, but it looked like it was smoking just fine. After taking two hits, she passed it over to me. I lifted myself off of her as I started smoking. It was a little tight of a hit, but I wasn't going to judge it until we had finished Steve's.

"Shit, this is pretty good, Robin," Eddie exclaimed when I passed it over to him.

I watched him as he took a hit and inhaled the smoke through his nose as it trickled out of his mouth. He held in the smoke until he barely had anything left to breathe out. I was pretty sure it was called a 'French-inhale' and it was mesmerizing to watch. He could make anything attractive, even something as simple as hitting a joint. Eddie raised his eyebrows and winked at me when he caught me staring. He took his second hit and reached behind Robin and me, to pass the joint over to Steve. His arm rested behind me and he trailed his fingers up and down my upper arm as he held me close to him.

"What's up with you, Steve?" Robin asked as she furrowed her brows. "I mean don't get me wrong, I don't mind the silence, but you usually don't shut up."

"Says the chatterbox herself," Steve said as he chuckled. "Nothing's wrong. Just- just processing today?"

"Tell us, Stevie boy," Eddie teased as he leaned around Robin and me to look at Steve.

"Violet didn't tell you?" Steve asked.

"Is this about what you told me on the phone?" Robin chimed in.

"Can someone fucking fill me in?" Eddie wondered as a confused look spread across his face.

"Oh, it's nothing. The police chief basically accused me of arson today and said that the guy who robbed the store was probably missing or dead," I calmly answered as their jaws dropped listening to me.

"What the hell?" Eddie yelled as he jumped up off the couch, pinching his nose between his ring-covered fingers.

"Chief Hopper came in today to give an update about the robbery," I continued as I hit the joint that Robin rolled. "He um- he went to question Paul and found the place completely scorched."

"No," Robin said, dragging out the end of the word as the shock set in.

"Oh yes, Robin," Steve said in a serious tone. "He wants to meet with us on Thursday. Us four and Henderson, that is."

"No, we're not dragging Henderson into this," Eddie protested.

"Too late, Eddie," Steve retorted as I passed the joint to Eddie, hoping he would calm down a bit. "He already knows about the fire at Lover's Lake. He's not going to just drop this until we figure it out. You know how he is. He's involved whether we like it or not."

"No," Robin repeated as she stared blankly ahead.

Eddie took his seat back on the couch after passing Steve the joint. It was almost out, so he only hit it once before giving it back to Robin to finish. She put it out after taking the last drags. As she settled back into the couch, she sunk into her shoulders and anxiously fiddled with her fingers. I hated seeing her this nervous. It was usually in a charming or adorable way, but to see her so frazzled like this, I could tell she was terrified.

As Steve's joint made its way around, we sat in silence. No-one knew what the right thing to say was. The high from the weed was calming us a bit, but it wasn't enough to mask our collective fear. It was radiating from each of us, practically tangible as we accepted the inevitably dangerous journey ahead of us. They had the advantage of knowing what we were getting into, regardless of how terrifying it was to be experiencing again. I wasn't sure how I was going to handle this, but I wasn't going to back down from this fight.

This is our town... These are my friends... We've got this...

"Steve, you've got a true winner here," Eddie said to break the tension in the room.

"Mm, I figured I would do better than Robin but thanks man," Steve smugly joked as Robin rolled her eyes. "Coming from the master of pot and puppets himself, that means a lot."

"Sure, you win this round," Robin said with a laugh. "I'm coming for you next time."

I couldn't help but giggle at their silly competition. The world was imploding around us but somehow, we were laughing and couldn't have another care in this moment. I felt nothing but safe and comfortable with them surrounding me.

Robin skipped her hit as she was about to fall asleep, and I gladly grabbed the joint from Steve. He yawned as it left his hand, and he rested back into the couch. As the smoke reached my waiting lungs, I saw his eyes start to flutter and eventually close. I thought about trying to wake them when they both passed out, but we all had long nights ahead of us, and I figured that I should just let them sleep. Eddie and I finished up the joint between us. It still didn't smoke as well as Eddie's, but the weed was the same, so that made it tolerable. At this point, I was biased to Eddie's perfect rolling skills. He would have to teach me at some point, like he'd offered earlier. I was sure that once I learned, I could try to beat him.

"Come with me," Eddie said softly after he put out the joint, stood up, and held his hand out to me.

"Where are we going?" I whispered as I grabbed his hand, not wanting to wake up the now-sleeping Robin and Steve.

"There's a spare bedroom back here," Eddie said as he pulled me up off the couch and pointed to the hallway just past the kitchen. "I need to kiss you."

A satisfying chill went rippling through my body as Eddie led me through Robin and Vickie's house. It felt a little too naughty to do this with our friends right down the hall, but I would have been lying if I said that I didn't also need to be close to him. Today had been so draining and he always knew how to make me feel better.

Eddie closed the door behind us and leaned against the door as I sat down on the edge of the bed. He quietly twisted the lock shut before coming over to join me. I was too distracted by Eddie to think about anything else. All I knew was that I wanted to forget about this stressful day and get lost in him. Kissing him wasn't going to be enough, I needed something more. Eddie seemed to have the same idea as he laid me back on the bed and rested his hands against the sides of my face as he pulled me into him. My lips melted into his as I twisted my hands in his curls. Not breaking our kiss, I lifted myself from the bed to straddle him. As I ground myself into him, his hands trailed down my sides until they were hitched around my hips. I loved being close to him like this. He was the perfect medicine after a day like today.

I ran my hands down his shoulders until his vest and leather jacket were laying down behind him. I'd just planned in kissing him when he had pulled me off the couch, but I was suddenly craving more. As I laid sweet kisses down Eddie's neck, he flipped us over so that he was on top of me. He rested his knee between my thighs, and I rubbed myself against him. The pressure building in me was almost too much to stand.

I need him... I need him now...

"Please fuck me, Eddie," I lightly moaned as I pulled him down to kiss me.

Our lips moved together until Eddie pulled back for a moment, "we can't do that here baby, but I'm dying to taste you."

"Mm, I'd like that," I whispered as Eddie started kissing me down my jawline, ending at the base of my neck.

He pulled my t-shirt and long sleeve down just enough to leave a few love bites underneath its surface. As he started teasing my nipples through my clothes, thunderbolts of pleasure shot through me. I promptly moved my hands from him to start undoing my jeans. I managed to shimmy them down to my knees and Eddie sat up to fully take them off. He unlaced my boots, quietly set them on the floor next to the bed, and swiftly pulled my pants the rest of the way off.

Eddie climbed back up to me and pulled me in for another deep kiss. My center was pulsing with anticipation, but I didn't want this to end just yet. I loved kissing Eddie and felt like I could do it for hours. My tongue danced with his when our lips parted. As always, I let him take the lead. I twisted and turned, following his intoxicating movements. I wrapped my legs around him as one of his hands moved down to my center, touching me over the thin material of my panties.

I circled my hips against his touch as Eddie pulled away from our embrace. He kissed me once more on the forehead before sliding down and positioning himself between my already trembling thighs. As he moved my underwear to the side, I threw my head back into the fluffy pillows behind me. All I wanted to do was cry out in pleasure as Eddie started sliding his fingers inside of me, but we had to be quiet. If we got caught in here, we would never live this down.

I reached down for Eddie's free hand, which was tightly gripping my thigh, and pulled it up to mine. As I twisted my fingers with his, me moved my mouth to my core. His tongue swirled across my bundle of nerves as he continued his steady rhythm inside of me. His two, thick fingers felt like a dream. The combined pleasure of his mouth and his hand were quickly going to send me over the edge. Eddie moved sensually in me as I looked down on him. My whole body started vibrating as he slowly moved in and out of my core. He was usually so rough with me, which I loved, but this pace was a welcome change. We were going to have to try it like this more often.

I was inching closer and closer to my finish but didn't feel like I should say anything. I knew Eddie could feel it as he steadied his pace. I squeezed Eddie's fingers as my climax started. His thumb circled against my hand as he kept up his steady, slow movements inside of me. As I started riding out my high, I almost died of embarrassment when a small moan escaped my lips. Eddie's eyes flashed up at me as he let me finish fully before moving up to hover right over my face. He took the hand that was just inside of me and shoved his two, wet fingers past my lips, resting them on my tongue. He held my jaw as he glared devilishly down at me.

"You need to be quiet when I start again," Eddie roughly whispered.

"I already finished, baby," I said quietly when he moved his hand from my face, tracing along my jaw.

He watched as I licked my lips, tasting myself, before he continued, "I know. I want to watch you come again. Think you can be a good girl and stay quiet?"

"Oh fuck," I said softly as he wasted no time and resumed what he was just doing to me. "Yes, I can, Eds. I promise."

I rolled my hips against his fingers as he squeezed his free hand tightly around my hip. The sides of his rings dug into my skin and felt so incredibly good. The mixture of his rough grip and soft touch was going to make me explode. I was trying as hard as I could not to gush all over him, but I wasn't going to let that happen here. We had enough to hide from Robin and Steve already and if I wound up soaking the bed, it would make it that much harder to keep this our little secret.

Eddie built up his steady rhythm again, this time sliding three fingers inside of me instead of two. His tongue traced my name on my clit as the heat began to build in me once more. I was still unbelievably sensitive from my first orgasm, and I was close to a second. My fingers of my left hand gripped tightly into the purple bedspread, and I covered my mouth with the right. Eddie's eyes flicked up to me and I could fill his lips forming a smile as he started to feel me reach my finish.

The wave crashed even harder this time and I had to literally bite my tongue to keep myself from making any noise. I was sure that Eddie liked to see me struggle like this. We had never been as risky as we were being right now, and it was fueling the passion between the both of us. He kept up his steady, slow pace while he felt me clenching around him. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I let the intense pleasure roll through me.

When I was good and finished, I pulled Eddie up to kiss me once before rushing to put my clothes back on. We had to get out of here as quickly as we walked in. There was still a good chance that Robin and Steve were still asleep, and I didn't want to risk getting caught by staying in here any longer than we had to. As I sat on the edge of the bed and re-tied my boots, Eddie sat behind me and kissed me down my neck as he pulled his jacket and vest back on. I wanted to turn around, pin him to the bed, and have my way him, but we had to go. I turned back to face him before getting up again.

"Should we walk out together, or should I wait in here for a minute?" I asked as I rested a hand on Eddie's flushed cheek.

"Well, if we get caught, let's get caught together," Eddie said with a laugh.

"I'll follow you into the hellfire," I joked, using the name of his DND club, much to his delight.

"Sweetheart, if you're going to keep talking dirty to me like that, we're going to have to take this back to my place," he said as he raised his eyebrows at me, and a smirk grew on his pretty face.

"We can go there after the arcade. That is, if you're coming with us," I said, remembering that he had been vague about his plans tonight.

"Robin did say Vickie was working late. I can drive you guys, if you want," Eddie offered, confirming that he was going to join us.

"Sounds like a plan," I said.

"A date?" Eddie asked after sweetly kissing my cheek and tucking my hair behind my ear.

"Yes, a date. I'll just get ready here before we leave," I said as I stood up and held my hands out to help Eddie off of the bed.

We straightened up the covers and prepared ourselves for whatever we found on the other side. Best case would be that our friends were still passed out from the potent joints we'd smoked, and worst case was being mocked and ridiculed for the end of time.

Please be asleep... Please be asleep... Please... Be... Asleep...

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[spilledkauffie]

Is this absolutely the cutest thing I’ve ever read in my life? Yes miss ma’am 😭✨

Echo would be such an amazing and supportive person overall, my heart is exploding with this😭😭 (also, him saying to Wrecker to not eat the reader’s snacks if he’s not ready challenge the reader, priceless) and just wanting the reader to be comfortable with themselves, physically and emotionally, where is this man when I need him?😭💙🖤

And the rest of the boys, Tech being super excited but not wanting to mess anything up as well as the little things, Hunter being protective (as always thank you very much!!😭😭) and getting emotional because his brothers will also be uncles and he’s super grateful to have them be their kid’s uncles and Wrecker always being there for you and the cravings (the fiasco too omg) just imagine their child being smaller than the rest of everyone else’s kids and Wrecker becomes extremely overprotective of them and names them somewhere along the lines of “little warrior”, all of them need hugs and all the love in the world AS WELL AS YOU, THANK YOU!!🥺😭💙🤍🖤

Also 3 fics in one week?!

I'm so sorry this took me so long to respond to!!!!! 😭

Echo absolutely would be (especially with you because you're his soulmate, obviously!)! You deserve no less!!! I am manifesting this man into your life, love!! 🕯✨

Oh my goodness, yes, Wrecker would absolutely adore them and be their #1 protector / backup!! I love that name idea, I think that's so spot on. Of course, if they were insecure about not being as strong as their dad he'd say something about how being brave and a warrior isn't just strength, it's about your heart and I can'ttttt 😭 He's just a big softy!!! 🖤

Thank you as always for your support, gorgeous!!! 🤍

#overkauffie #justfangirlingaround

[smokeybrandreviews]

Float On

The discourse around the new Kenobi show is very interesting to me. I am a massive fan of Star Wars but i wouldn’t say it’s one of the pillars of my childhood. Those are definitely Spider-Man, Godzilla, and Transformers. Star Wars is more a support beam, along with the Alien franchise. That said, i enjoy it enough to have a pretty solid hyperfixation with the lore. All of it. Particular the Legends stuff. What i am not a fan of, is the vast majority of what Disney has farted out under Kathleen Kennedy. I enjoyed The Force Awakens, Rogue One, and came around to Solo, but the rest of the movies are dog sh*t. I respect the first season of Mando because it was the first great Disney Star Wars entry, absolutely loved the second with all the callbacks to prime can ( I shill hard for Ahsoka Tano, man), and pretty much abandoned Boba Fett early on. Those two episodes of Mando III which got forced in there were pretty dope, though. So, as you can tell, it’s been a mixed bag for me. That said, my beef with these entries are definitely not what the loudest of disgruntled Star Wars fans are screeching about.

My frustration with Disney Star Wars is how poorly this sh*t is written. There is an extreme level of disrespect that runs through the new Lucasfilm and that is directly Kennedy’s influence. She’s been trying to alter the entire canon over some perceived slight, like she doesn’t get the credit she deserves for the success of Star Wars. Ma was a glorified coffee runner when these films were created but wants to change that narrative while sticking it to Lucas for telling the truth about her role. Everything i find frustrating narrative, can be traced back to the sycophant writers, spineless directors, and dismissive attitude of Kennedy, herself. And then Favloni came through with Mando and blew everything she has ever made out of the f*cking water. Mando is so good because the narrative is f*cking solid, man. It feels complete. It feels grandiose. It feels like Star Wars. Through the first three episodes of Kenobi, i see those same bones and it weird more people aren’t on this show like i am. Now, to address the major issues I've seen the fandom grip about:

Baby Leia is great. I can totally see this girl growing up into the Leia Organa that we all know and love. The actress, Vivien Lyra Blair, is doing a great job and she’s surprisingly not annoying like most child actors. The physicality is a struggle for her but she’s nine years old. Cut the kid some goddamn slack, you degenerates. Not everyone can be Chloe Moretz or Anna Paquin.

Reva isn’t that bad but she ain’t great either. Kenobi needs this type of foil before actually completing the Hero Journey he’s on. This is a story about how Kenobi finds his faith, finds his way back to the force after literal years of abandoning it after murdering his little brother. Reva is the perfect stop-gap between Old Ben and a Punished Obi-Wan. I imagine we’ll see the change in his dueling posture in this series or some sh*t to align it closer with what we got in the original trilogy to signify his reconciliation with the past.

The broken canon can easily be fixed. I don’t care for the breaks, themselves, as much as others but with good writing and a proper understanding of the lore, this sh*t can be corrected with a one sentence reveal. The Grand Inquisitor is dead in Kenobi but alive and well in Rebels? His people have two stomachs and Dark Side wielders have survived much worse. Vader exists. That man got dismembered and burned alive. Maul cut got in half and lived for another twenty years or some sh*t. There really aren't any egregious transgressions that can't be corrected by the end of this show. Stop spazzing out about them until we know for sure if they f*cked everything up.

It makes sense Kenobi is about Kenobi’s journey back to the force and not just him being a bad ass on Tatooine. Think about where we left the character. Kenobi defeated his brother, dismembered him, watched him burn alive. The Jedi fell. All of his Masters are dead. He literally has to go into hiding. This dude has lost everything he holds dear and the only thing good in his life is Luke, some one he's not even allowed to interact with. Kenobi is a broken man here. He's not the reassured Master he is in A New Hope. Dude is pathetic. That's the point. Its absurd to me that  so many people have missed that point.

Obi-Wan Kenobi is really good. It's easily one of the best things Disney Star Wars has ever produced and people are letting it fall by the wayside because of outside issues. It's a lot like Secrets of Dumbledore that. I'm not here to defend Kennedy' mess or slight the responsibility she holds for marginalizing a once beautiful franchise but Kenobi is not The Last Jedi. It's not Rise of Skywalker. It's not The High Republic or The Acolyte. Does it have it's problems? Sure. But er are three episodes into a six episode narrative and this sh*t ain't coming out of Kennedy's Writer's Room. This is Feloni and Favreu. This is the team that brought us Mando and Clone Wars. Boba Fett left us all wanting, true, but Obi-Wan is much better than that. Give the thing a chance before casting it out as “woke” and “feminist” or whatever buzzwords we're losing to denigrate sh*t out of Kennedy's Lucasfilm. Not everything is trash just because she sits in the big chair.

#Star Wars: Obi-Wan Kenobi #Kenobi #Star Wars #Lucasfilm #Some ol' bullsh*t

[smokeybrand]

Float On

The discourse around the new Kenobi show is very interesting to me. I am a massive fan of Star Wars but i wouldn’t say it’s one of the pillars of my childhood. Those are definitely Spider-Man, Godzilla, and Transformers. Star Wars is more a support beam, along with the Alien franchise. That said, i enjoy it enough to have a pretty solid hyperfixation with the lore. All of it. Particular the Legends stuff. What i am not a fan of, is the vast majority of what Disney has farted out under Kathleen Kennedy. I enjoyed The Force Awakens, Rogue One, and came around to Solo, but the rest of the movies are dog sh*t. I respect the first season of Mando because it was the first great Disney Star Wars entry, absolutely loved the second with all the callbacks to prime can ( I shill hard for Ahsoka Tano, man), and pretty much abandoned Boba Fett early on. Those two episodes of Mando III which got forced in there were pretty dope, though. So, as you can tell, it’s been a mixed bag for me. That said, my beef with these entries are definitely not what the loudest of disgruntled Star Wars fans are screeching about.

My frustration with Disney Star Wars is how poorly this sh*t is written. There is an extreme level of disrespect that runs through the new Lucasfilm and that is directly Kennedy’s influence. She’s been trying to alter the entire canon over some perceived slight, like she doesn’t get the credit she deserves for the success of Star Wars. Ma was a glorified coffee runner when these films were created but wants to change that narrative while sticking it to Lucas for telling the truth about her role. Everything i find frustrating narrative, can be traced back to the sycophant writers, spineless directors, and dismissive attitude of Kennedy, herself. And then Favloni came through with Mando and blew everything she has ever made out of the f*cking water. Mando is so good because the narrative is f*cking solid, man. It feels complete. It feels grandiose. It feels like Star Wars. Through the first three episodes of Kenobi, i see those same bones and it weird more people aren’t on this show like i am. Now, to address the major issues I've seen the fandom grip about:

Baby Leia is great. I can totally see this girl growing up into the Leia Organa that we all know and love. The actress, Vivien Lyra Blair, is doing a great job and she’s surprisingly not annoying like most child actors. The physicality is a struggle for her but she’s nine years old. Cut the kid some goddamn slack, you degenerates. Not everyone can be Chloe Moretz or Anna Paquin.

Reva isn’t that bad but she ain’t great either. Kenobi needs this type of foil before actually completing the Hero Journey he’s on. This is a story about how Kenobi finds his faith, finds his way back to the force after literal years of abandoning it after murdering his little brother. Reva is the perfect stop-gap between Old Ben and a Punished Obi-Wan. I imagine we’ll see the change in his dueling posture in this series or some sh*t to align it closer with what we got in the original trilogy to signify his reconciliation with the past.

The broken canon can easily be fixed. I don’t care for the breaks, themselves, as much as others but with good writing and a proper understanding of the lore, this sh*t can be corrected with a one sentence reveal. The Grand Inquisitor is dead in Kenobi but alive and well in Rebels? His people have two stomachs and Dark Side wielders have survived much worse. Vader exists. That man got dismembered and burned alive. Maul cut got in half and lived for another twenty years or some sh*t. There really aren't any egregious transgressions that can't be corrected by the end of this show. Stop spazzing out about them until we know for sure if they f*cked everything up.

It makes sense Kenobi is about Kenobi’s journey back to the force and not just him being a bad ass on Tatooine. Think about where we left the character. Kenobi defeated his brother, dismembered him, watched him burn alive. The Jedi fell. All of his Masters are dead. He literally has to go into hiding. This dude has lost everything he holds dear and the only thing good in his life is Luke, some one he's not even allowed to interact with. Kenobi is a broken man here. He's not the reassured Master he is in A New Hope. Dude is pathetic. That's the point. Its absurd to me that  so many people have missed that point.

Obi-Wan Kenobi is really good. It's easily one of the best things Disney Star Wars has ever produced and people are letting it fall by the wayside because of outside issues. It's a lot like Secrets of Dumbledore that. I'm not here to defend Kennedy' mess or slight the responsibility she holds for marginalizing a once beautiful franchise but Kenobi is not The Last Jedi. It's not Rise of Skywalker. It's not The High Republic or The Acolyte. Does it have it's problems? Sure. But er are three episodes into a six episode narrative and this sh*t ain't coming out of Kennedy's Writer's Room. This is Feloni and Favreu. This is the team that brought us Mando and Clone Wars. Boba Fett left us all wanting, true, but Obi-Wan is much better than that. Give the thing a chance before casting it out as “woke” and “feminist” or whatever buzzwords we're losing to denigrate sh*t out of Kennedy's Lucasfilm. Not everything is trash just because she sits in the big chair.

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this twitter takeover really said tails rights. you go little buddy

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#yes i know the buff joke is mostly a reference but also absolutely adorable #imagining them all just being extremely supportive. he’s a little kid he deserves the support #sonic twitter takeover #sonic #tails the fox #miles tails prower #art✨ #i’m so out of practice 😔 we’re working on it #he’s sitting cross legged btw it’s not that clear sry #*bugs bunny voice*

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Commander Buir

Follow-up to this post. Not in any particular order, just spitballing ideas, with contributions from several friends on discord.

Like presumably it takes long enough for them all to meet up again that Anakin and Cody do, in fact, end up treating each other like family, just so I can have that good good "well, guess I'm Dad now" energy. Shmi isn't entirely sure what's going on but she's not a slave anymore and her kid seems to like this rando mando, so.

Anakin gets to have a mom and two dads, though one of the dads is arguably younger than him.

Also when they all meet up again and Cody explains the "General Skywalker got shrunk" thing, there are three reactions: (General) Obi-Wan: Oh, Anakin. Obi-Wan: [gestures to take him, ends up with an armful of clingy padatoddler] Anakin: You can't blame this on me, Obi. Obi-Wan, a little teary, because babies cause emotions: Of course I can, you absurd human being. ------ Rex: That's... my general. Anakin: I am, Captain. Rex: Cool cool cool I'm gonna go stand where I can't, uh, break you. Anakin: I'm not THAT fragile! ------ Ahsoka: [gasp] Skyguy is SKYKID! Anakin: Padawan, this is-- Ahsoka, grabbing him and cuddling: Oh my goodness you're adorable this is the best day ever. Anakin: This is humiliating, Snips, put me down. Ahsoka: Never.

Anakin hates being a toddler because of the lack of independence but Cody keeps picking him up when he's cranky and just holding him until he falls asleep and that's... nice.......

- The brain limitations aren't quite as bad as the situation with Sokanth and Ylliben in the other AU, but - Even if his brain is mostly adjusted he’s still got a tiny body with different needs that he’s not used to. Like, he needs to sleep more but he’s got more energy than usual when he’s awake and it’s all weird.

Cody carrying around toddler Anakin like "God you give me ulcers but you're adorable, you little shit."

Inconveniently tiny body aside, Anakin has a pretty great time in this au. His family are all together and safe and within reach. His wife isn't around, but toddler brain means he doesn't have the Romance Drive, so that's not as bad as it could be It could be significantly worse.

@atagotiak asked: Does Anakin get annoyed about being called cute? - To which I say, He bites the first few times but Shmi tells him that's Naughty so he stops. - Babies are cute so you packbond with them before they’re annoying, Anakin is cute as a self defense mechanism - He’s extra annoying so he needs to be extra cute

You know how you need to keep an eye on toddlers so they don't, like, fall down the stairs or put something toxic in their mouth? - They need to keep an eye on Anakin specifically so he doesn't rewire the ship they're in while they're in hyperspace. - He has less self control on account of being smol. He still has all the mechanical knowledge! Just less comprehension of y’know, consequences.

Anakin, with a sippy cup: This is demeaning. Ahsoka: Your hands don't work great enough to avoid accidents yet. Anakin: It's still embarrassing.

General Kenobi can't just kill Maul, not when Maul is baby right now (sixteen, which is baby enough) so he just. Kinda. Kidnaps a baby Sith. (It's fine. He's fine.)

General Kenobi (not to be confused with Padawan Kenobi) decides to declare Maul his new padawan because someone has to deal with this teenager, and Plo already claimed the rest of Ahsoka's training. And Anakin's three, so.

"What do we do with Maul?" "Eh, I can handle him. I dealt with teenage Anakin getting arrested for illegal pod-racing twice a month, I can work with this."

Maul bites, but only slightly more often than Anakin, it's fine

Ahsoka definitely bullies Maul whenever possible

Consider: Rex holding very still because Anakin wanted to be tall, so he climbed Rex. Being unexpectedly climbed is better than being unexpectedly yeeted. It's still extremely nerve-wracking. - Cody is perfectly capable of running around with a backpacking toddler General, but Rex freezes like a statue. - Ahsoka finds this hilarious

You know how little kids like to be thrown around and swung in circles and stuff like that? This must get even more ridiculous with force users. Can throw a child real high and catch them safely. - Rex panics whenever Ahsoka throws her chibified Master

Literally everyone except Rex loves being yeeted. Even Maul can appreciate a good tactical yeet no shut up he's not having fun this is TRAINING - Rex is Suffering - Cody, a very Tired Dad, deserves to mock his vod'ika a little, as stress relief - Rex, a certified Little Brother, shoves Cody off something tall. Jokes on him, Cody thinks freefall is fun too.

Tia asked: So the people who didn’t exist yet got flung bodily back in time and Anakin did the mental time travel. Why did Obi-Wan not become Padawan Kenobi? (I mean “because I want it that way” is def a good enough answer I’m just wondering if there’s any reason.) - Which, well, it really was mostly "I want to" but here's two options, both of which come down to Blame Daughter and Father. 1. They figured a responsible adult Jedi Master was needed to convince people. 2. Nobody was supposed to get de-aged but Daughter figured they needed to make Anakin less liable to kill things for a few years. - Also IDK the Force God-Manifestations also took away any risk of rapid aging and early death from the clones because uhhhhhhhhhhh I said so

Rex and Ahsoka are fumbling their way through a relationship where ages are just really confusing and awkward, so they're keeping it to just kisses and cuddles for a bit.

Cody is so tired he doesn't even realize anyone's hitting on him until it's been three years of co-parenting with Shmi and his General. - Somehow Anakin knows Cody is in a relationship before Cody does. Cody has never been so embarrassed. - How did he manage to be less observant than Skywalker? -- it was sabotage; all his brain cells were taken up in managing said Skywalker -- Because Skywalker was up at three in the morning whacking a training droid with a stick so he didn't have the energy for Relationships

Also Shmi's come-ons are super subtle, while the General's are... well, Cody's gotten very used to ignoring anything ambiguous on that end because fraternization rules, and also because Obi-Wan flirts a lot with everyone. So.

Please imagine Cody and General Kenobi walking around with Anakin tucked into a toddler sling while they do whatever work they've ended up with at the Temple. - Yes, Cody is helping the Jedi figure out the best plan of attack to take down this slave ring because his grasp on tactics is phenomenal and he knows how to deploy people at greatest efficiency, but also he's got a nosy toddler on his hip who keeps offering his own insane-but-competent ideas. - General Kenobi ends up with a Council Seat just on account of, like, being the kind of person he is. As often as not, he's got Anakin tucked into his robes, chewing on the ear of a stuffed tooka or something.

IDK what Shmi's doing but apparently Legends had it that some of the administrative and support positions in the Temple were held by non-Jedi civilians? So probably something like that.

GENERAL KENOBI LECTURING PADAWAN MAUL WHILE ANAKIN'S BALANCED ON HIS HIP AND GLARING AT MAUL FOR STEALING HIS DAD

General Kenobi: Ahsoka's babysitting. Anakin: I'm her master, I don't need babysitting, this is-- General Kenobi: Fine, then you need supervision, so that you don't blow up a training salle again. Anakin: And you think Ahsoka would stop me? General Kenobi, eye twitching: Fine, I'm leaving you with Plo.

Even if he’s mentally an adult Anakin always needs supervision Look at canon! Anakin was left without supervision for like two days and he became a Sith

Quinlan gets distracted by how attractive General Kenobi is and tells Obi-Wan "dude, you're gonna be so hot once you can get rid of the stupid haircut" and Obi-Wan pushes him into the nearest pond.

They end up with this weird "Uncle Jango" situation (uncle to Anakin, via weird brotherhood-ish to Cody) because Rex and Cody are just like "Uhhhhhhhhh yeah okay" about him eventually, and Jango just like. Drops by. Trying to Earn Affection Of Blood Kin by bringing weird gifts for them and their (ugh) Jedi.

"Okay, Rex'ika, I stopped by Shili--" "What?" "--and apparently this is a delicacy there, so just... your girlfriend will like it." "She's not my girlfriend." "..." "Okay, I can't call her my girlfriend. Jedi have rules about that sort of thing, and--" "This will make your Jedi happy, probably. Just take it, kid."

Baby Anakin got his arm back but for some inexplicable reason still has The Eye Scar. He matches Buir.

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