#yeah I’m still listening to my middle school music
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Carol Danvers x reader - cute jealousy
Okay I got an idea! I don't know if you're only doing prompt right now or not BUT. Carol Danvers x fiancée!reader where they go on Aladna (with Kamala and Monica because she isn't in another universe in my delusion) and like, reader is all annoyed and jealous because Prince Yan married Carol before her and she's just like "Yeah high school musical we got it Carol is your 'princess' now when are you signing the divorce paper?" and Carol is just like finding it funny how cute Y/n is when she's all pouty and annoyed. But if you're too busy it's okay! Have a great day/night/afternoon/evening <3 ✨ - @engenelxver 💜
A/N: some possible spoilers from The Marvels
Scowling, you listened as all the people sang, and you watched as Kamala danced a little with them while Carol tried to hide her face.
“This is so annoying…”
Monica laughed a little bit, looking at you.
“You’re just being petty.” She said.
You grumbled a little bit, still trailing behind them all while they got into the swing of it, dancing with everybody.
You didn’t even want to be there, but while they were on a mission you were also on a mission.
Finally you got to the palace where the prince was waiting for Carol, and you watched as her suit changed into a dress and you glared at her.
“Come on, just humour them..” she whispered.
You huffed, crossing your arms and turned your attention away from her.
Smirking a little, Carol held her hand out to the prince, fully aware of your eyes burning into her, watching her carefully.
She knew you trusted her, it was why you hadn’t jumped in to intervene, but when her eyes caught your for a second she could see how jealous you were.
You waited a few more minutes before you matched forward, taking Carol’s hand when she was spun away from Yan, and you pulled her towards you.
You moved her behind you.
“Okay that’s enough.”
“Seriously?” Carol asked.
You pointed at the Prince.
“No more. Stop singing and dancing.”
He raised his hands a little.
“She is still the princess here.” He said.
You scoffed a little, crossing your arms as you glared at him and he awkwardly looked away before connecting his gaze with yours.
"Yeah high school musical we got it Carol is your 'princess' now when are you signing the divorce paper?"
“I… uh… well…”
Carol placed a hand on your shoulder.
“I apologise for their behaviour, that’s not why we’re here.”
“It’s why I’m here.”
“(Y/N).”
You glanced at Carol, raising your hands as you turned around, walking back to the other two women who were waiting.
Standing next to them, you leant against the wall, glaring daggers at the prince.
“You really hate him, don’t you?” Kamala asked.
“They hate the fact he married Carol before them.” Monica said.
You grumbled again.
“Well she shouldn’t have said yes if she was already married…”
“You could’ve taken the proposal away.” Kamala said.
“I didn’t want to… I’m going back to the ship…”
You made your way back outside, hands stuffed in your pockets as you made your way back towards the ship.
Making your way inside, you dropped yourself on the floor in the middle of the ship, putting your headphones on.
Closing your eyes, you laid there while you waited, completely oblivious to everything going outside and all the fighting.
“Shouldn’t we wake them up?!” Kamala yelled.
“Trust me never wake them up!” Monica yelled back.
They both glanced at you still laid on the floor, and paid attention to everybody trying to attack them instead.
Carol flew into the ship, and she stepped over you, making her way to the front of the ship to get your chair ready.
Once it was, she walked back over, picking you up with ease and dropped you in it, doing your seatbelts for you.
You carried on sitting there with your eyes closed even as the ship came to a crash landing.
“Did they really sleep through all that?” Kamala asked.
“No.” Carol said.
Walking over to you, she lightly flicked your forehead and you snapped your eyes open to glare at her a little.
Unbuckling yourself, you pushed yourself up and walked outside, dropping yourself on the ramp with a huff.
“Oh so now you’re ignoring me? Really?”
Walking over to you, Carol crouched in front of you, pushing your headphones down.
“You’re so petty.” She laughed softly.
Carol leant forward, kissing your forehead.
Huffing, you turned away from her.
“Wow, really? Is that what we’re doing now?”
Sitting next to you, she leant back on her hands, leaning a little further back so she could look at you.
“I love you.” She smiled.
You huffed.
“I love you.” She repeated.
You refused to reply, so, Carol shuffled backwards, sitting herself in front of you, her hands cradling your face gently.
“Stop being so moody. I love you.”
You bit the inside of your cheek to stop from smirking, and you carried on pretending you were mad at her.
Everytime she said she loved you she got little bit louder.
“Fine, I’ll go back to Prince Yan, I’ll tell him I don’t want the divorce.”
Before Carol could even stand up you had your arms around her, your chin resting on her shoulder as you held her against you.
Of course the pair of you knew Carol had more than enough strength to get free, but you both knew that she wouldn’t.
“Don’t you even dare…” you grumbled.
“Then say you love me.”
“I love you…”
Carol beamed brightly, resting her hand on yours, admiring the beautiful ring that was on her on her finger.
Leaning back into you, she felt you kiss her cheek and she turned so you could give her a proper kiss.
“You’re so cute when you’re jealous.”
“Shut up…”
“It’s adorable really.”
You stood up, letting Carol go tumbling backwards down the ramp of the ship making her laugh loudly.
You made your way back inside and she was behind you, her arms draped over your shoulder, practically draping herself over you.
“You’re so adorable.” Carol taunted.
You pretended to be angry, but she could see the slight smile on your face, and you brought a hand up to hold one of hers as you stood in front of your desk pretending to work.
You just got jealous easily, and who wouldn’t, especially when it came to Carol
#marvel#marvel x reader#marvel x you#marvel x y/n#marvel imagine#captain marvel#captain marvel x reader#captain marvel x you#captain marvel imagine#Carol Danvers#Carol Danvers x reader#Carol Danvers x you#Carol Danvers imagine
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AS MY TREAT I WANT THE MOST SILLY, GOOFY AAA HCS OF THE PAPA'S.
Like idk Copia used to have to wear earplugs because Terzo snores so loudly it's literally obnoxious or something like that.
“aww my middle finger likes you”
❤︎ synopsis — this is pure bullshittery and crack in its finest form with the papas. they can be a little crazy at times
pairing: all papa emeritus’ x gn!reader (can be platonic or romantic)
theme: crack ✦ , fluff ✿ (if you squint)
a/n: this is a toast to my bestie for being an absolute chad. i was high making these, enjoy.
cw: terzo is a warning enough on his own. that’s it.
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➵ papa primo
he’s the oldest so he constantly has to deal with the shit from his psychopathic brothers
like— primo is basically THE mom friend, except he’s the mom for moe, larry and curly over here
(moe, larry and curly being secondo, terzo and copia)
he constantly had to hold back secondo from beating the shit out of terzo because terzo made fun of him for being bald
“I’M GONNA RIP OFF YOUR WEAVE—“ “SECONDO NO—“
bro unironically listens to weezer
like full out busting down a just dance move to this music
you once caught him dancing to it, and he stood there frozen like the man emoji
he told you to never speak of it again and you just nodded, trying to plague your mind of that horrendous image
primo cannot cook for shit too btw
you were once out and asked him to make something before you got home to the ministry
the minute you walked in the door, the kitchen stove was on fire and all of primo’s ghouls were running around and screaming in infernal about the fire
meanwhile, primo stood there not knowing what to do, looking like the man emoji AGAIN
it’s basically his trademark at this point
“…. primo what the absolute fuck—“ “it wasn’t me i swear.”
while primo’s ghouls were still learning english, he once said “fuck you” to you in a very sarcastic way
but the ghouls thought it was how humans said “hello” in english
so they went around to the other siblings of sin, and sister imperator saying “fuck you” to them while leaving all those poor people offended and dumbfounded
you smacked the back of his head after that and forced him to apologize to his ghouls and to the siblings of sin (plus imperator of course)
and he gave the ghouls extra scritches too
primo also has the dad sneeze
like he can send another universe to the next tomorrow with his goofy ass sneeze
he once sneezed so loud he scared copia and caused him to bang his head on the wall
it was kinda funny tbh
anyways yeah note to self stay 10000 feet away from primo if he’s on the verge of sneezing
it’ll save your life
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➵ papa secondo
secondo has two moods
“oh my satan you’re all so stupid i literally hate you all” and “tee hee i’m a girly girl”
like ??? what’s this guy on???
this guy has the sass of a high school history teacher
like secondo’s being so deadass about whatever he’s saying but he’s always fucking saying it like—
“c’mon now, you literally have the style of a hairless roach 💅”
it confuses you a lot of the time, really
secondo has his moments where he’s sweet, but for the most part he’s pulling up the middle finger to everyone he sees
it’s a habit
someone could say hi to him in the nicest way possible and he’ll just grumble and flip them off
it’s not even that he’s trying to be mean, it’s a habit (a very bad habit)
you once got tired of it and smacked his hand, when he flipped you off. so it’s safe to say he no longer does it
at least to you
secondo is an absolute menace to his brothers
with primo he’s chill because he’s the eldest, but with the younger two he’s got no chill
definitely made copia cry at some point during his younger years
he later got his ass chewed out by you and primo, because no one makes copia cry
secondo’s literally so bossy it’s kinda funny
he’s always one flip flop away from smacking someone every time someone pisses him off
him and terzo are BEEFING all the time
and it’s over the stupidest shit too
“you’re stupid.” “well, you’re face is stupid” “you’re both stupid, end of the discussion.”
you once switched out all of his skull face paint for a pink barbie pallet
so secondo was walking around lookin’ like hello kitty emeritus and everyone was trying so hard not to laugh
even his ghouls were struggling too
“… secondo—“ “not. another. word.”
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➵ papa terzo
bro’s the fuckin’ definition of fruity
you thought secondo was girly pop?? wait ‘till you see terzo, he’s fucking extravagant
will literally show up in the grocery store lookin’ like a character ripped straight from criminal minds
like— he has to make a show EVERYWHERE he goes. he likes to stand out
terzo is also the type of man to wear skirts and dresses because he knows he’s hot shit and he devours every fit he puts together
he shows off that waist frfr
“… terzo what the fuck—“ “shut up you know i’m sexy and i’m going to show it.”
if you wear skirts or dresses he’ll definitely ask to borrow them
he definitely passed down his fruitiness to copia
and to his ghouls
he scams kids on adopt me and has a good laugh every time because he likes to see people get mad at him since he stole their hella expensive pet from them
primo told him to quit it because what kind of satanic pope scams poor little children on a roblox game?
as stylish as terzo is, he cannot do his hair and makeup to save his life
he’ll usually ask you to do it for him wherever he has to perform or do public events, which is why his face paint is simple compared to secondo and primo
it gives you two bonding time though and it’s cute
he once watched the pinkie pie smile hd video and was traumatized for a few days
like he straight up locked himself in his room and would not come out unless you convinced him to do so
during an after party after a concert ritual, he got so wasted and almost kissed omega
like you had to PRY this man off of the poor ghoul, while omega stood there unaffected (hehe tall buff demon boy)
terzo is the shortest emeritus and none of his brothers will let him live it down
ESPECIALLY copia, since he’s younger than him
terzo almost kicked him in the nuts because of that
but that definitely was a stab to his already massive ego
you reassured him that there’s nothing wrong with his height even though you found some of the jokes his brothers made funny
live laugh love terzo
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➵ papa copia
copia doesn’t know what he’s doing half of the time
like he’s just given a mic and he just wings a performance while the ghouls on stage are fucking around and going absolutely feral
out of all the papas, copia legitimately treats his ghouls like his own kids
he feels like he’s getting more grey hairs every time he has to stop swiss from fucking his own guitar, or sodo and phantom from fighting about cheese sticks
you sometimes help copia do ghoul-sitting and it’s just chaos. you’re literally their second parent
copia and you = parent duo for the era iv ghouls
he unironically owns a lot of funko pops
and he keeps the one of himself on a special pedestal in a glass case for safe keeping
though secondo almost once knocked over the case and he was three seconds away from smiting a bitch
you once were looking for copia because you wanted to ask him something and you found him in a ritual room
except the ritual was that he surrounded himself with a bunch of rat plushies and he was on his knees in front of a picture of a rat with a tiny crown
you were so confused, and he refuses to acknowledge what that was
“…. copia i—“ “you didn’t see anything.”
he fucking washes himself with dish soap and laundry detergent
this man is going around smelling like dawn dish soap and it’s so weird
it’s not that it even smells bad??? it just smells so interesting and strong you swear you’re in a fever dream
copia is an avid mitski fan
definitely cried his eyes out like a little bitch when he first listened to “the land is inhospitable and so are we” because he couldn’t get over how sad “my love mine all mine was”
radiates theater kid energy
but like— the kind of theater kid that is just passionate about theater and is very giddy when people ask about it
when he started his first meeting as papa he got so nervous that he straight up started the meeting with the word “mushroom”
like it’s so random ??? but it made the ghouls and you giggle so it somewhat worked out ??
copia is a little silly
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#ghost bc#ghost fanfiction#papa emeritus x reader#papa x reader#papa primo#papa secondo#papa terzo#papa copia#copia x reader#terzo x reader#primo x reader#secondo x reader#crack fic#crack headcanons#ghost bc crack#the band ghost#ghost x reader#ghost bc x reader
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The juicy drama of Steve still inviting his mother to things, though?
I know you said in the tags she has never come but I am living for a very petty Eddie seeing Steve’s mom after all these years and going “you look great, Helen. Haven’t aged a day since you begged me not to marry Steve.” (Not sure if you’ve named Steve’s mom yet. Helen is just my head canon name for her.)
I’m not sure if I’ve named Steve’s mom in this AU yet or not, but she is universally known as Angela in all my work thus far so I’m going to keep it the same here.
Steve might have had virtually no contact with his mother over the years despite numerous attempts to reach out to her, but Eddie has.
Eddie has a tour bus and final say over their touring schedule, and Angela Harrington still lives in Hawkins. Eddie is a petty bitch when he wants to be, and trust him. He wants to be.
He always ensures that Corroded Coffin plays at least one gig that’s close enough to their hometown that they can make a day trip. Some might say that he’s keeping close to his roots and others may say that he’s giving the band a chance to visit with family, but Gareth knows Eddie too well.
Wayne doesn’t live in Hawkins anymore and Eddie would only ever step foot in that town to cause a problem, so he tells him. He says, “Don’t get arrested” and then he goes to see his parents.
Eddie paints pentagrams on his fingernails and lines his eyes with the darkest liner he has, and then he makes his way up Loch Nora with the windows down and the music loud. He parks in front of the Harrington residence and he pounds on the door until someone answers it.
Angela never looks older than she does when she’s glaring at Eddie and it makes him smile, “Hiya, Mom.”
She never slams the door in his face despite how much she looks like she wants to. It would cause too much of a scene and Eddie has caught her in the middle of her book club – a bit of good timing on his part (and a lot of listening to Steve Facebook stalk everybody that has ever lived in Hawkins). She looks him up in down like she’s already annoyed, puts her hands on her hips and says, “Absolutely not.”
Eddie’s already slipping passed her by then and into the house. He looks around like he’s never fucked her son there before and says, “Wow, Ang, it almost looks like a human being with a functioning heart lives here.”
She hisses at him to get out of her house or she’ll call the police, but Eddie just got here. And anyways, he’s too busy introducing himself to her friends, “Hi. Hi. I’m sure you’ve heard a lot about me from Angie. I’m her son-in-law.”
Gosh, some of these girls are young enough to not know that Angela abandoned her son because one of the girls says, “Oh, I didn’t know she had a daughter.”
“Yeah, no,” Eddie says, pouring himself a glass of their champagne. “She doesn’t. A son. Hot as hell, great ass, wonderful person – he’s fantastic. That’s actually why I’m here, you see.”
“My girl, Angie, here married a violently homophobic man and when he kicked her son out, she didn’t do jackshit about it. Still hasn’t,” He continued, despite her actually picking up the phone to call the police. His smile dropped a bit when he made eye contact with her, “But Richard is dead now and there’s nothing stopping her from reconnecting with her kid, right?”
Eddie’s smile picks up again when he addresses the rest of the book club, “You see, a couple years ago, Stevie went back to school to get his masters. He’s has a few sets back - ‘cause he’s still got that head injury, Ang. The one you never ask about – but he’s set to graduate end of the semester. I just happened to be in town and though, you know what?”
“Wouldn’t it just mean the world if his mom came to his graduation?” Eddie continued. “You know, since you missed the high school one.”
“I think you’d do very well to leave now, Mr. Munson,” She tells him, and Eddie makes a big show of listening to her. He leaves behind an invitation to the party that Joyce is throwing for Steve and the info of when graduation actually is.
Eddie doesn’t see her if she’s there, but he doesn’t spend a lot of time looking for her. He’s there to see Steve walk across the stage and to cheer him on with his real family.
#Eddie gives her two months after Richard’s funeral to reconnect with her son before he decides to make himself her problem#eddie munson tiktok saga#steve harrington#eddie munson
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i realize that this is a world where anything is possible and—
a Pro-Football/Rockstar Super Bowl Steddie AU for @thefreakandthehair
I don’t as a rule write sports AUs, but I do, as a rule, bend my own rules when someone gives me prompts for a fic I’m writing as a gift.
So: when @thefreakandthehair prompted me with ‘Starry Night’ but said she would have liked also something about football? I tried to fulfill the request (try being the operative term)
Lex, I hope your birthday was as brilliant as you deserve, and that this little fic in celebration of you brightens your day
title from this poem, aptly titled and about, what else, but football; divider credit here
(Also sincerest thanks to the ever-lovely @pearynice for listening to me babble about this and having a look at the final product and being amazing all around, and @hbyrde36 for blindly hlepng pick which ending was ultimately posted—you guys are the best ✨)
✨also on ao3
“I am about ninety-nine-point-nine…” Eddie chews on his bottom lip, coils a stray curl around his index finger and resists dragging it across his mouth: “eight, point-nine-eight percent sure I’m not supposed to be here.”
He’s entirely sure he’s not supposed to be here. Not now.
“What are they going to do?” Steve scoffs at him, leading him by hand through the tunnels. “Kick us out? Ban us?”
He snorts, and Eddie stops trying to not-hide behind his hair a little because: not supposed to fucking be here.
“You’re gonna get us arrested or something.”
“Oh, how the mighty have fallen,” Steve cackles a little and maybe Eddie’s anxious, but he’ll never not melt at that sound, music brighter, holy like he could never touch, let alone play: “Eddie Munson, poster child for sticking it to the goddamn man,” Steve tuts, clicks his tongue and shakes his head: “afraid of stadium security.”
“Pretty sure they’ve got better people on payroll for this,” Eddie points out under his breath but never once fights Steve’s hold, his lead: he’d put his whole fucking life in this man’s hands, no question. It’s just that…
“Relax, babe,” Steve squeezes Eddie’s hand in his own; “no one will know.”
Eddie…Eddie doesn’t doubt Steve, never would, but, like—this is a big fucking deal.
“If Chrissy finds out we fucked something up—“ because that’s why Eddie’s here, obviously, at least in this specific capacity; not like Corroded fucking Coffin, no matter how many albums they’ve sold, would ever land a gig like this for themselves. Nope: Chrissy’s been a friend for eons, and when her career skyrocketed they were all ecstatic for her, but she never changed from being a hometown girl with a sweet heart, never let the fame or the money or the statues dull that down in her, so she was still the cheerleader who clapped for Eddie in middle school, and so of course she invited Eddie’s band to feature on a track—and of course they said yes.
So when she signed on for the halftime show and knew they’d be nearby recording? She’d asked them to join her on stage as special guests for a couple songs.
And no matter what else proved an incentive: Eddie and the guys would have said yes in a heartbeat. It’s the fucking halftime show, but more than that? It’s Chrissy Cunningham, and she smiled and cheered when the Hawkins auditorium sat in silent judgment in the face of their…everything.
“A,” Steve’s pulling him along just a little further, still; Eddie can tell they’re almost to the field, can see literal light at the end of the tunnel; “we will not fuck anything up.”
“I’m clumsy,” Eddie offers a token protest; it’s not untrue, but he’s also kinda half-assing the fight of it; “I might—”
“B,” Steve’s cut him off; “Chrissy loves me,” then he points to Eddie; “Chrissy loves you,” and Eddie tucks his chin a little more to press the bunch of his hair tighter against the seam of his lips; “Chrissy also loves us,” Steve gestures between the two of them, then, chest-to-chest and back; “as in, us together.”
And yeah, okay: Steve had been Chrissy’s friend properly before Eddie, used to help her get the height on her ponytail before games, caused a million rumors but they were never an item—so. Yeah. Chrissy loves them. As themselves, and as SteveandEddie.
“Just here,” Steve eases them to a halt and steadies Eddie by the biceps when he stumbles for the stop anyway because: clumsy, if he’s not on stage. Steve knows this, they’ve been at this too long for him not to, but.
He anticipates it so perfectly, and it still kinda skips in Eddie’s pulse like a giddy schoolgirl for the fact of it. They they’ve got this.
“Close your eyes,” Steve instructs as he smooths his hands past Eddie’s elbows, down to circle his wrists.
Eddie feels his eyes get big as he tries to frown, but gapes instead.
“I’ll run into—”
“I will not let you run into anything, love,” Steve pulls him in for a quick peck on the lips, and speaks into the contact sweet and warm:
“I’ve got you.”
Yeah. Yeah he fucking does.
Giddy-schoolgirl-under-his-ribs again, Jesus.
Eddie slips his eyes closed and barely even has to wait for Steve to grasp his hands tighter.
“Okay,” Steve murmurs deep and rumbly and hot under Eddie’s skin as he walks him at a careful pace further, further, turns a little, further again then slows: “now,” he brings Eddie’s hands together and kisses his knuckles, and Eddie’s not just warm under the skin, now he’s warm everywhere.
“Now, follow me down, we’re just going to sit,” and Steve presses one hand to the small of Eddie’s back and leads him, and Eddie goes because there is nowhere he wouldn’t, nowhere he won’t go with Steve beside him.
It’s just not possible; he’s not built to be anywhere else.
“And now lie back,” Steve eases him gentle even as he says it, and Eddie lets him, enjoys the feeling of being handled like this, precious and delicate almost, in this space that’s anything but save that it’s them, and what they are is stronger than spun silk, tested further than diamonds but they’re also tender, they’re also blood and bone and tangled together soft and vulnerable, if only just to shore each other up and tie together tighter.
“There you go,” Steve says as Eddie feels the whole of his body, the length of his back make full contact with the ground; “and tip your head,” he puts his open palm under Eddie’s chin like he needs to guide, but Eddie figures it’s just to touch: he doesn’t complain, because hell if he minds. As if he could ever.
“Now open your eyes.”
Eddie lets himself bask in the blind touch of Steve for just one more breath before he blinks and looks and—
“Oh,” Eddie barely breathes, and he can feel Steve beaming at him, so wide and shining out in the dark like the meteors that are streaking across endless stretch of sky above them, leaving trails behind to mark their paths, to leave proof of their being before they burn on descent and oh, oh.
“Right?” Steve breathes close to Eddie’s ear, strokes Eddie’s pulsepoint where he still holds at the wrist, kisses Eddie’s jaw as Eddie gapes up because it doesn’t matter how many times he sees the show, it’s awe inspiring.
So much like the man next to him, pressed tight against him so Eddie can feel him breathe: never once has Eddie stopped being filled up with wonder for him, never once will Eddie ever do anything but marvel that he’s here, that he exists, that Eddie can look at him and know in his bones that it’s true, unshakable when he stares and thinks: mine.
“Stevie,” Eddie spins his hand so it can lace with Steve’s, fingers interlocked as he turns into the press of his mouth to catch his lips for real, to taste: “sweetheart,” he mouths, tongues into Steve’s kiss: “it’s beautiful.”
You’re beautiful goes unsaid because they say it clear with touch; what we have is so much more than beautiful is the understood fucking you. Given like the spin of a planet, or the expanse of the universe.
“I know how much you like the stars,” Steve shapes the words more than speaks them, never moving back to pull apart their lips, not all the way; “and when I saw there was a shower, and we’d have a shot to see it, I,” and Steve presses a quick kiss into Eddie then: I couldn’t not, and Eddie thinks lucky isn’t a word that means anything at all, in the face of this.
He watches with Steve pressed against him, slid down to fit with his head on Eddie’s shoulder for a long stretch of seconds before the question comes to mind and he kisses Steve temple, reverent, but still in askance:
“The lights?”
Because it’s too dark. There are still a few bits of the stage setup that need to be moved before the kickoff, so he has to figure there’d be some lights, but the space surrounding them is a near-perfect void.
“So maybe someone knows we’re here,” Steve answers, a little wry. “I maybe bribed Lenny in Operations,” and of all the people working in this mass-ass complex, for this insane fucking event, Eddie actually knows who that is; let him bum a smoke the first time they came to rehearse. “We have about half an hour.”
Jesus. Jesus.
“God, I love you,” Eddie half-exhales, half-wonders at this, this, this specimen of a human before him, pressed against him close and he pulls Steve in, brings their still-joined hands to his chest and stretches down to kiss the tips of Steve’s fingers before just pressing hands there, making sure Steve feels:
“Every time I think you’ve stretched this heart as far as it’ll go,” Eddie whispers, because it’s sacred; this feeling, this thing they make together as one: “every time, you find room to fill it up all over again,” Eddie feels that stretched-heart of his pound a little beneath their hands, and fucking good, too, because then Steve feels it at the exact same time, and that’s what matters, what counts: that Steve knows the depth of this in Eddie’s chest, always; that he understands because:
“You’re magic.”
And Eddie means that. Eddie means that with all his pounding heart.
“You’re playing the Super Bowl tomorrow,” Steve says it like an explanation; like it’s enough of a reason. Like he would have done all of this anyway, just because.
“I am playing as a guest at the halftime,” Eddie knows that’s correct, he knows, but it’s still instinct to look at Steve like he’s making sure he gets the terms for all the different sports games right and it’s worth the knee-jerk instinct surviving all these years just for the grin and the nod he gets, so encouraging and indulgent and sweet; “show.”
“You are playing the Super Bowl, tomorrow.”
Because that’s the other thing, the thing that was entirely not-music-related that existed as the whole fucking incentive for Corroded Coffin to be in town for studio space in the first place: Steve, his Stevie, his partner and lover, beloved and adored, his Steve Harrington is the goddamn starting linebacker in the motherfucking Super Bowl.
Like Eddie would miss that for his fucking life.
Which: hold on.
“Don’t you have curfew? Coach’s orders?” Eddie turns a quirked brow to him and Steve just grins and, god: taps Eddie’s nose.
Gawwwwwd.
“I’m sneaky, baby,” Steve whispers and fuck, the stars above them are exquisite but they’ve got, like, nothing on the way Steve’s eyes shine. “Stealthy like a ninja.”
Eddie wants to laugh, snicker maybe a little under his breath but he…he can’t.
He can’t because he’s, his whole body feels weightless and tingly and untethered from gravity and matter and any atmosphere that isn’t Steve and Steve alone, like just be next to this man, the love of his life, is akin to and far beyond swimming alongside the shooting stars overhead: he can only relish, can only marvel.
He gets this. He gets to have this.
Unfathomable. And yet.
“You did all this for me,” Eddie exhales, still wondering at this. At Steve: the fact of him. The whole of him. This is the night before the biggest game of Steve’s career, likely the biggest day of Steve’s life and yet, here he is. Breaking rules, risking fuck knows what, just for Eddie. It’s, it’s…
“That can’t be a surprise by now,” Steve breathes back, nuzzles their noses a little and Eddie keens, because fuck.
“It’s not just,” Eddie tries to collect his thoughts, his point; “this is big, Stevie,” he says, like that encompasses it, encompasses the day they’re on the brink of, and the fact that they’re here right now, just before that day:
“This is big.”
“All the more reason,” Steve nips at Eddie’s lip then leans back, meets Eddie’s gaze square on before he breathes out slow, and lies back down, turns Eddie’s body to him, both of them on their sides and then he brings their hands between them, close enough that they hit both their chests when they breathe in: “because,” and he takes one more breath, and Eddie doesn’t know why it feels like Steve’s steeling himself, or building up to a thing he feels he has to steel himself for, because there’s nothing he could say or do that’ll sway Eddie from his side, there’s nothing, but then—Steve doesn’t feel stiff, or scared, or nervous against him, his hand in Eddie’s hand.
It just feels big, this moment, whatever it already holds or is gearing up to hold as more; it feels momentous, equally so, either way.
“Win or lose, tomorrow, no matter how big this is,” Steve finally speaks words into the tiny space between them, his grip firm and his eyes unwavering on Eddie the whole time. “I won the only thing I really wanted in life,” and his smile, dear god.
There are no stars, falling or burning, dying in a supernova or sprawling newly born: not a single goddamn one could compare.
“And he’s not really a prize, so it’s not really winning,” Steve’s watching him with so much love, so much love; “he’s a gift, he’s my heart,” and Steve mirrors Eddie this time, draws Eddie in to press against his chest, to feel the fluttering there; “and he gave me his to keep safe, and that was a whole other gift on top of everything,” and Steve laughs a little, his own overwhelming awe, and Eddie almost doesn’t know what to do, save grip Steve so fucking tight; save to memorize the cadence of his pulse like a song.
“So no matter what you call it,” Steve draws a deep breath and lets it shudder a little when he blows it back out; “when I wake up in the morning and I know he’s mine, and I’m his,” and Eddie lifts the hand not held to Steve’s heart to cup Steve’s cheek and just touch, just drink him in:
“I feel like the biggest winner in the world,” Steve says it, so honest, so heartfelt: so much.
“You’re a fucking sap,” Eddie doesn’t realize he’s crying until the tears clog the words when they tumble from his lips but then he’s leaning, then he’s kissing Steve like the world’s ending only to begin again and it’s perfect, it’s heavenly like the fires burning miles upon miles above their heads, cosmic and immense but then Steve’s pulling back, but his open palms are pressed to Eddie’s chest to manage it and it’s contact, it’s grounding: it, too, is perfect.
“Oh, really,” Steve’s lips curl, even as they’re swollen at the pout and wet-red still; “I’m a fucking sap?” but he doesn’t even look irritated, he looks entertained, no: he looks delighted and what—
“Let me one-up your standards then, Munson,” and Steve’s leaning in, catching Eddie’s lips one more time before he raises up on his knees, tips back on his calves and lifts from those glorious fucking thighs of his and if Steve’s ignoring curfew entirely Eddie thinks he’s got a good chance of asking for those thighs to be wrapped around him at some point in the next twelve hours before he gets to spend a good stretch of hours sharing the clothed version in those tight fucking pants with the whole goddamn country, sure, but at Jumbotron-size he can’t wholeheartedly complain and—
“Edward Elliot Munson.”
Wait. That’s him. He’s Edward Eli—
Why is he being full-named here, now?
He starts to sit up too, brings his eyes up from Steve’s glorious legs where they stretch even under his track pants, to meet his eyes and—
They shine. They shine.
They put the stars and the space matter and the glow of angels on high if they’re there at all: they put them all to fucking shame.
Steve puts them to shame.
“Eddie,” Steve breathes deep and Eddie catches the gleam of something in an obvious shape in his hands, but it’s only in his periphery: he cannot, he will never look away; he might be trembling already.
He’s definitely trembling already.
“Will you,” and Steve pauses, plays with Eddie’s bare ring finger, the only one empty just now and Eddie honestly never thought on it too hard but in this moment he knows, he knows in the marrow of him that he was waiting, that he was wanting and he was keeping it safe for just one thing, just one thing:
“Will you let me fill your heart up to stretching,” Steve blinks, and a tear falls; just one, glistening and glorious for the avalanche that’s spilling from Eddie; “and then will you let me fill it up even more, again and again and again, Eddie, will you let me do that for the rest of our lives?”
As if that’s a fucking question.
Eddie doesn’t even have to process the necessity of putting his lips on Steve, of kissing him breathless and then boneless and then weightless, so fucking close and so fucking fierce and giving everything and anything and all that he is and allthat they are; he doesn’t have to process it as a choice before they’re consuming, devouring each other relentless, unceasing, and Eddie will pull back and speak the ‘yes’ that’s already obvious, he will shake a little as Steve puts the ring on the naked finger waiting to be adorned, the last lone space waiting to be claimed; Eddie will wear it proudly on the stage when millions watch him play tomorrow, and there won’t be a single second he’s not smiling like a loon through the whole goddamn day, and it’ll have so very little to do with playing the biggest show of his life, and that’s wild, that’s insane: that is the only real thing in the whole fucking world and—yeah.
Yeah: the biggest prize of living at all is the one they’re holding tight between them, the one they’re passing back and forth, soul to soul between their lips.
#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#fluff#established relationship#established steddie#marriage proposal#rockstar au#football au#so very very soft#stranger things#gift fic#thefreakandthehair#hitlikehammers v words
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more eddie thoughts (they’re fluffy with a bit of angst); minors dni anyway pls <3
ok so i see sometimes eddie being written as super romantic like number one boyfriend of the year.
and yeah he’s a good boyfriend, but this kid has never had like a true reference of what actual love looks like bc yk his mom died and al is a piece of shit.
anyways so he doesn’t really know how to express his feelings when it comes to love because of how he grew up and how he was treated even at school. kid didn’t have a good support system outside of yk hellfire and even then it’s a different type of love.
so when he starts dating you he’s kind of stumbling in the dark for most of the beginning of it. and you understand because he’s never actually dated anyone (because he thought he was incapable of being loved)but you’re taking your time with him and helping him figure out what a real and loving relationship is supposed to look like.
and it’s been a few weeks and you still haven’t said the big l bomb yet, but you’re sure you love him and he’s sure he loves you but he doesn’t know how to say it.
so one day you’re back at his trailer, just spending time together, yk getting high listening to music (not much else to do in the 80s) and he’s asking you to put a record on while he’s rolling a joint for you two to share. and your eyes fall on the first record in his pile, which is “sabbath bloody sabbath.” you don’t know better so you put it on while he lights the joint for you.
by the time you get to that third track, “fluff” which is just guitars and piano and nothing else, you’re both blissfully high. he’s nuzzled into your neck, enjoying the state you’re in, lulled by soft skin and sweet perfume.
he feels protected, guarded. soft hums escape both your mouths, while the forgotten joint rests on an ashtray on his bedside table. a soft lullaby in the background, one eddie had forgotten about, because it was often not his speed.
but the song plays and he’s sure you’re about to fall asleep. it’s like a lullaby, and he’s sure he’s never felt more at peace before. you glowing in the dim light of the small window in his room, a soft smile pressed on your lips.
you cradle his head in the blissful haze of your high, and he’s sure he’s never felt like that before. like you’re a warm blanket over his heart, like the warm glow of a candle in a dark and cold room. you really are a warm glow.
so he nudges you, and you open your eyes from your daze. neither one of you had spoken for the past 20 minutes, ever since the weed hit. eddie breaks the silent vow.
“you know how i’m not good with, y’know, words?” he mumbles, soft and a bit insecure against your skin.
you nod your head, a humming sound following it.
“and i really enjoy spending my time with you, like, i’m always saying that we could be spending the rest of our lives here just doing this over and over and over” he rambles, the high getting to him.
you smile, he’s really not good with words.
“and it’s funny you picked this album today, out of all the albums i have. because my dad would play it often, and i remember when i was like four- and i don’t even know how i remember this because i probably do have some memory loss because i probably fell and hit my head too many times as a kid- and it feels funny that i remember this, like some kind of irony” he continues.
you just lay there, playing with his hair as he rests on your chest, nodding along to his stoned ramble
“but i remember my parents dancing to this, like one night my dad played this album instead of my mom’s bluegrass ones, and she protested ‘cause she didn’t want this kinda music so late. something about me not being able to sleep” he toys with the hem of his shirt, he’s nervous. your heart shrinks.
“but this song comes on, and my dad grabs my mom’s hand and they just start dancing in the middle of the kitchen, while i’m just doing god knows what. but that’s one of my few memories of them actually liking each other.” he sighs, you’re still wondering what his point is.
“and i don’t wanna be like my dad, but this song is just, god, it’s really what it feels like to be with you, like this” he says, gesturing at his room, at you, at the roach on the ashtray.
you gasp because that’s the most he’s ever been able to express, and he’s all flushed, because the mask is off, and now you know he loves you. and a smile creeps up your lips, because this boy everyone thinks is the devil incarnate is actually the most genuine and lovable man in this town. and you love him.
and, apparently, he loves you too.
#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson fanfiction#stranger things#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson x you#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson fan fiction#eddie munson angst#keekswrites#stranger things fan fiction#Spotify
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here's another! Even longer! Hope you like it, from @ilk-insolence
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“–so she just would not give up on those fucking oysters! And after I let her get the last of the lobsters too!”
“Mmm,” Leo hummed behind her.
April placed the box of old paraphernalia on the kitchen counter and began cutting it open.
“And you know what she said to me? She said, ‘only fools would relinquish shellfish to their opponent!’”
“Mmm,” Leo repeated. She heard him haul more boxes in the living room. “And yet, by the end of it, you gave up the oysters.”
“Only ‘cause her kid was cute,” April responded, “but that was weird too! Who brings their kid to a fish market in the middle of the day? Poor thing was going to get crushed!”
Leo laughed. It changed a lot from the chittering April first heard all those weeks ago.
“What?”
“It’s just, funny. You, of all people calling someone weird.”
April shoved down an old self-conscious shadow she never quite managed to outrun and focused on sorting the dusty tea set from the box. “What do you mean?”
“You literally clobber any poacher wielding guns that sneak onto the island with nothing but a bat. You laugh at actual ghosts. You try to catch fish with your bare hands. You’re the weirdest human I’ve ever met April.”
When April was younger, a comment like that came with a sense of failure. Whenever other kids avoided her at school or playgrounds it was because she was too passionate, too rambunctious, too much. Too weird. Admittedly some of those kids were wack, haughty with hindsight; but Leo wasn’t one of them. He was unabashed, self-assured, so if he said April was weird then it was simply true.
Yet, she didn’t find herself minding this time.
Maybe something about a giant mutant turtle who’s ostracized by society being the one to call her weird had something to do with it; made it into a compliment. April felt an easy warmth fill her.
She and Leo continued sorting through the old boxes with possessions the prior lighthouse keepers left behind. April was determined to use some of that stuff for decor or functionality and save herself the money. It wasn’t like the past keepers were coming back for it anyway.
“Oooh, what’s that?” Leo asked.
“Hm?” April peeled away from her box on the couch to peer into the wooden case Leo put on the carpet. “That’s a record player. You put a black disc thingy inside it to make it spin, and then you put the needle on it to play music. Man, I haven’t seen one of those things in ages.”
April looked to Leo. He was staring at the device with a fragile expression. Slowly, he lifted a hesitant hand towards it, then pulled back. Leo still hadn’t told April who taught him English.
Without taking his eyes off the record player, Leo asked, “Can we try it? Play something on it, I mean.”
April winced, “Sorry no, I didn’t find any records here”––Leo’s face fell––”but! But, we can play music from my phone!”
She quickly whipped it out from her jacket, “You want anything specific?”
Leo leaned over her shoulder like he usually did whenever the device was around. “Could it do any song?”
“Uh, nearly any, I think. You got something in mind?”
“Yeah. M–I used to listen to it pretty often. I uh, don’t know the name of it though.”
“Well, you could look up the lyrics.” April passed him her phone.
Leo paused for a moment, a pursed look on his face, then he slowly typed onto the screen. A youtube video popped up as the first hit. He looked to April, confused. She gestured, “Play it.”
The song took a second to load. Then a drawl:
Put your loving hand out, baby
Like a flower, a bright delighted smile grew on Leo’s face. He looked at April, sheer amazement. She was too, she didn’t think she would recognize the song.
Cause I’m beggin’
When the beat hit, April bobbed her head to it, Leo echoing a second after. His delighted smile didn’t take long to turn playful. He stood up, the bobbing shifting down to his whole body. April followed. Together, they extended their hand out to one another.
So put your loving hand out baby
It was stupid; their uncoordinated jigging around the boxes splayed across the living room. April laughed as Leo kept dramatically outstretching his hand whenever the penultimate lyric popped up. After the first chorus helped knock her memory into place, April began belting the parts she knew. They weren’t quite dancing together, swaying a movement that didn’t match the other, but they were having fun together so they were dancing together.
When April looked up, gasping for breath and laughter, Leo was smiling at her like she was the unicorn from the movie they watched together. She felt her chest flutter, a warmth ballooning from within that pushed out everything else.
So put your loving hand out darlin’
When it was over, the autoplay simply moved onto the next song. The boxes around them laid forgotten for some time.
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Leo’s feet crunched on the gravel that made the entrance of his home. He never really realized how nice the sound was, crisp, firm. He chirped into the cave to announce his arrival. The walls swallowed the echoes with their lovely texture. Outside their cove, the ocean rumbled her endless beautiful song. Leo chirped again, just to hear it in the air.
A following panicked chirp responded. Leo! Leo! It was Donnie. Raph’s hurt!
His blood froze. Leo ran into the cave and nearly slammed into Donnie. What happened?!
Donnie simply ran deeper into the cave. When it widened into their largest cavity, Leo saw Raph lying under the blankets next to their campfire. He could hear him breath heavily. Leo rushed forward, instinctively chirping comfortingly. Raph rumbled back.
Leo pushed back the blankets to see his wounded leg, blood already seeping heavily against the makeshift bandages. It was on his left thigh, the red signaling to Leo that the wound was two-way; something pierced clean through the flesh.
Hunters.
No, no, no, no, not again.
Leo touched Raph’s forehead. Fever. Shit.
I’m okay. I’m okay. Raph rumbled, though the pain lacing his every breath made it extremely ignorable.
Leo trilled, Mikey?
Still outside. Donnie then turned and left for the exit. Leo went to their supplies for more bandages. When he sat back down Raph was still rumbling. I’ll be okay. I’ll be okay.
When did this happen?
Somewhere around the coastal town. They were new.
Shit.
Raph’s hand came up to his shoulder with the old scar. Went through this before. Raph’ll be fine.
It was terrifying the last time too. Leo rewrapped Raph’s leg, making sure to pressure it hard. He also put wet cloths on his forehead. The fever scared him. For a second, Leo thought about bringing up April. She could help, she probably even had better medicine.
But the others didn’t trust her. Raph didn’t trust her. Wounded like this, he’d be even more reluctant to open up.
Donnie came back with Mikey before complete sundown. Together, they hunkered in for the night.
Deadass you should put this on ao3 or sm I'll share the link
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“Accidents happen” | Huening Kai
Pairing gn!reader x bestfriend’sbrother!hyuka; genre fluff; warnings mentions of kissing, reader wears lipstick; wc 500
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The music coming from the speakers was so loud you could barely listen to your friends talking. Moving closer to your ear so you could hear what they’re saying.
You gave up on trying to follow the conversation, you just nodded pretending to understand.
Just when you were about to leave to get another drink, someone talks in your ear. It caught you off guard making you turn to face this person once you felt their lips brushing your ear.
“Yn, Hiyyih is lookin-“
It might be a very specific accident because you never imagined this could actually happen.
When you turned your head to face them, your lips brushed their soft ones. At the feeling of this you took the biggest step back feeling shocked and embarrassed. Even though your lips touched for a second, you could still feel it in your lips.
Huening Kai looked at you with his hand covering his mouth, he was also a little shocked and his cheeks were burning red.
“I’m sorry!” You said. You could’ve just laughed it off and try to make it less awkward, but you ran away leaving him standing there in the middle of the party.
You walked outside to the garden, the moment still vivid in your mind. Your heart beating fast as you try to calm down, resting your arms on a stone railing.
“If you wanted a kiss you could’ve just asked, you know?”
Your heart skipped a beat when you heard his voice next to you. His back leaned on the stone railing as he looked down at you with a smirk on his lips.
This was his attempt to be flirty with you. But on the inside he was freaking out. Huening Kai has like you for years, but liking his sister’s best friend felt wrong to him.
You’ve liked Kai since you entered high school. Before that, you didn’t really interact with each other, just small conversations and saying hi to each other in the hallways.
You turned to see him, his side profile glowing with the moonlight. Your cheeks were burning.
“It was an accident. You could’ve just tapped my shoulder.” You said turning again.
“Yeah, maybe i could’ve…” he said shrugging. “But this was more… interesting.”
He was shocked by his own words. It felt like he wasn’t the one speaking. Where was he getting all this courage from? He was normally a pretty shy person.
“It was embarrassing… everyone saw that.” You replied. You were feeling slightly anxious. Even if it wasn’t a kiss kiss, you still felt like it was something more relevant than just your lips brushing.
“You’re scared that Hiyyih might’ve seen it?” He asked, now turning to you.
“Yeah…" Hiyyih has alway been protective over her brother, she didn't want any girls close to him and would always scare them away. She was your best friend, and now you were crushing on her brother. "She's always been protective of you, you know?"
Huening Kai nodded. "I know. But she's not here right now. It's just you and me." Kai took a step closer, his eyes searching yours. "I've always wondered what it would be like...to kiss you.”
You were pretty sure you could hear your heartbeat even with all the music on the background. Your cheeks turned bright red as you looked away.
His hand moved to your chin making you look at him again. He moved closer, his face was now a few inches away from yours.
“Can I?” He whispered.
You nodded, your legs shaking and your mind went fuzzy.
His lips touched yours and you could feel him smile through the kiss. His lips were soft against yours, it was gentle and sweet.
It wasn’t your first kiss, but it was the only kiss you wanted to feel every day for the rest of your life.
When he pulled away his cheeks were pink. A silly smile on his face as he looked away slightly nervous. You noticed some of your lipstick was on his lips.
“You have some of my lipstick on your lip…” you said shyly.
He turned to face you again. “I’ll give it back to you then.” He smiled, as he pulled you in for another kiss.
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Lua’s note: I’m having the biggest writer block ever. But I hope you enjoyed this 😔
#k films#tomorrow x together#choi beomgyu#choi soobin#kang taehyun#choi yeonjun#huening kai#lualuabestningdungie#fluff#fanfic#hueningkai x reader#txt huening kai
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when the mha boys want cuddles (hc)
warnings: wee bit of swearing
characters: bakugou, todoroki, shinsou, dabi
authors note: i’m having a bit too much fun with these lmao. did i write shinsou while listening to classic eboy music? you bet your ass i did
requests are open!
ya good luck getting this boy to ever admit that he needs a hug
not gonna happen
you’d have better chance of lying in the middle of a busy highway and not be hit by a car
but no matter how prideful he is, bakugou is human and he has needs just like the rest of us
so when everything gets a bit too much, he gets a bit more aggressive than usual
that’s your sign that he needs some attention of the affectionate kind
so like the great partner you are, you approach him in between classes
“come to my room after school.” you whispered to him
he scoffed “as if i’m gonna do that. get out of my face.”
you definitely need thick skin if you’re in a relationship with this angry blonde
you grinned, knowing fully well that he was going to show up despite what he said
after school, you rushed back to the 1-A dorm to get things ready
lo and behold, at the time you said, there was a knock on your door
you pulled the door open and there bakugou was, not looking you in the eyes
“you asked for this.” he grumbled, pushing past you into your room
it’s best if you go along with things like this
“yeah, sure.”
bakugou collapsed onto your bed face down with a grunt
chuckling, you sat next to him and rubbed soothing circles into his back
“get off.” empty words so you kept doing what you were doing, feeling his muscles unwind beneath your fingertips
slowly, you lowered yourself down next to him, mimicking his position
it came as no surprise when he lifted his arm, inviting you to join him
you quickly dove in before he could retract the offer
“you want this, not me.” came his muffled voice as his arm tightened around you, very obviously being the one who needed this
“if that helps you sleep at night.”
i bet this boy hasn’t had a hug or any loving touch since he was like four
only really realising how much he likes affection after he starts dating you
very, and i cannot stress this enough, touch starved
he kinda gets addicted but is very awkward about it
so he knows he wants a hug but he would never know how to ask for one
so he just sits quietly, stares at you and hopes you get the message
you don’t
so he has to resort to plan b
which is just like plan a but this time he stares harder
you notice and whisper “are you ok? you look constipated.”
“oh.”
takes you a while to figure out what todoroki wants as he never changes his tactics of silently asking you for affection
you get better at noticing the signals after a brief period of time seeing as the signs never change
seriously this boy doesn’t know any other way of dropping hints
so by the time you finally do get the message, it’s evening
feeling bad that you had left him waiting all day, you quickly bring him to your room
the second the door closes you’ve pulled him into the tightest hug you can manage, profusely apologising
“it’s not your fault.” he quickly reassures you
you knew he would never lie to you so you felt quite a bit better
“still, you had to wait all day.”
“it was worth it.”
cue your heart melting
PLEASE GIVE HIM A HUG, PLEASE OML
okay so we know that shinsou wasn’t that popular in middle school because of his quirk
so i’m not sure if he’s ever received any hugs outside of his family
so when he finally has someone that gives him love??? and affection??? and isn’t scared of him??????
he can never get enough
you can always be found holding hands, or bumping shoulders
just any kind of positive physical attention has shinsou over the moon
not that he’d ever show it on his face aside from a small smile
but you always knew how much it meant to him
you knew he always appreciated it more whenever people picked on him because of his quirk
and that’s exactly what happened
one day you could hear people passing rumours about you two at school, saying that you were only with him because he had brainwashed you
lemme tell you, you were QUICK to shut those rumours down
but it was too late because shinsou had heard them well before you did and had already started to withdraw, not wanting to drag you into his mess
you were having none of it
he tried to hide from you for the rest of the day, but he couldn’t hide in class
so just before the teacher walked in, you strode up to his desk and demanded that he came to your room after school had ended
you walked away before he could respond, not giving him a choice on the matter
by the time shinsou sheepishly stood in front of your door, you had a whole speech prepared
however all of it left your mind when he dove into your arms
“sorry, i really need this.” was all he said as his head hit your shoulder
you guided him to your bed and you both collapsed onto it, arms never leaving each other
“it’s not true you know.” you muttered, not wanting to break the calm silence
“i know.” he responded from his place on your chest, enjoying the feeling of having your hands in his hair
enjoying the feeling of being loved no matter what anyone else thought
oh boy where do i even start
out of all of these boys i think dabi is the most touch starved
has he even had any positive interaction with being touched? don’t think so
so the concept of a hug is unfamiliar territory to him
of course he knows what one is, he just doesn’t see the appeal of it
he just think its something cringe couples do to show off
so when he met you and you tried to hug him he swatted you away
“what the fuck are you doing?”
“i want a hug.”
“why?”
“because they’re nice and comforting?”
“what are you seven?
“adults need hugs dabi.”
“tch, you’re delusional.”
cut to the first time you successfully managed to hug him
he was quiet because he quickly realised that he was wrong
he would NEVER admit that
you were very smug because you knew regardless
dabi began to crave hugs
he hated himself for it
but he couldn’t help wanting a soft touch every now and then
so when he was very stressed or in his feels emo edgelord mode activated he would seek you out
you could be doing anything and he would come up behind you, wrap his arms around your waist and bury his face in your neck
“shut up.” he muttered, daring you to say anything along the lines of ‘i told you so’
you reached up to stroke his hair, smiling softly
seems like even villains need a hug too sometimes
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Curls
Ledger!Joker x Fem!Reader
Warnings: None just pure fluff
Summary: J and the reader bond over their shared hair type.
Author’s Note: Okay this was pure self indulgence 😅 I have curly hair. J has curly hair. I just had to write this. I’ve been up since 4am so I decided to make use of my time by writing this little oneshot. It’s current 8am now so I managed to finish this pretty quick. As always, enjoy! 💜
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It was late in the evening and pouring rain outside. Your ideal night in with J. The sounds of a thunderstorm helped you both relax and fall asleep faster, especially J. You weren’t quite ready for bed yet but you began your nightly routine anyway.
You started with a shower and washed your hair. Now, your hair is different from most people’s. It’s curly and has a mind of its own. It gets tangled very easily and has oh so much frizz. But you loved your natural curls and how they look.
J loved them too. His hair was a bit shorter than yours but he had curls of his own. Unlike you, he didn’t care too much about his hair to try and tame them.
You finished up in the shower and wrapped yourself in a towel. With your hair temporarily straightened out from the wash, you took the opportunity to brush it out.
If you brushed it out when it was dry and curly, one of two things would happen. Your hair would become extremely bushy or the brush would get stuck. You didn’t want either to happen.
When you finished brushing, you walked out into the bedroom and changed into a hoodie and shorts. Your hair was already beginning to take on its original shape again as it dried.
You crawled into bed with J and nestled close to him. You were pleasantly surprised that he had already taken his shower and washed his hair. His make up was removed and he smelled like his shampoo.
You chuckled. “You took a shower? Who are you and what have you done with my J?”
J huffed. “I needed one. Today’s work was gruesome.”
“I know,” you shuddered, “You were covered in blood when you got home, especially your hair.”
“Yeah. Speaking of that, can you, uh, untangle it? It’s still damp. There’s a huge knot towards the back.”
“Of course. Hang on a second. Let me go grab some things.”
You went into the bathroom to get a comb and your detangling spray and climbed back onto the bed. J sat up, leaned back towards you, and let you work. He’d watched you do this before. You had mastered the art of detangling stubborn hair. From years of practice of course.
You divided the big knot into little knots and went from there. You hated to pull on his hair but J didn’t seem to mind. You sprayed, picked the tangles with the comb, and pulled some apart, repeating the process until J’s hair was tangle free.
You set the comb and spray down on the nightstand and admired your work.
J exhaled. “Ah, thanks doll. Feels much better now.”
You smiled. “I just like your curls. They’re prettier than mine.”
“Nah. I wouldn’t go that far. You know, I used to have hair just like yours back in high school.”
You laughed. “What? No way.”
“Yes way. It was long and pretty like yours. I looked like I belonged in a rock band or something. It went down to ‘bout the middle of my back. But I cut it short because it got annoying after a while.”
“You should grow it back. I’d love to have seen that.”
“No, this is as long as I’ll go. Long flowing hair is a weakness when you’re fightin’. One yank and I’d be thrown off balance.”
“Yeah. I’d still like to see it though. I bet you pulled it off nicely.”
“Oh I did. I hated to get rid of it but it just became a nuisance. I like this a lot better.”
The thought of J having such hair was so amusing to you. You laughed out loud again.
J raised an eyebrow. “What?”
“I’m just picturing you headbanging to your music with that hair.” You told him through a fit of giggles.
J grinned. “I did a lot of that actually. You can’t listen to a good metal band and not.”
You regained control over your laughter and you kissed J’s scarred cheek.
“I’ll love your hair no matter what you do to it. I’m glad I can share my curls with you.”
“Back at ya, bunny.”
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Okay I saw “First time getting drunk” on one of the prompt lists and now I’m imagining aelin or rowan maybe having their 21st, having waited all that time without having alcohol and maybe the other one’s teasing them for being such a goody-two-shoes, and then they get drunk together and it’s either hilarious or there’s a love confession or literally anything at all, this is just where my brain headed but you can go anywhere you want to with this prompt, your ideas are always amazing
(And congrats again❤️)
HI ABBY THANK YOU SO SO MUCH ❤️❤️❤️this made me CACKLE and i hope it makes you laugh too ;)
Word count: ~1.4k
Warnings: swearing, alcohol, drunken antics, *someone* is a lightweight
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The Staghorns Bar was packed by the time Aelin and Rowan walked through the old wooden doors, instantly bombarded with the barrage of blaring music, tattooed skin, and beer stench that was so familiar to Staghorns's regulars.
"Welcome to your new favorite place!" Aelin called into Rowan's ear, raising her voice over the thumping music.
He rolled his eyes and pulled her closer against him. "I already want to leave."
She laughed, pinched her best friend's cheek. "Where's the fun in that, birthday boy? You don't even have to pay for your drinks tonight."
"Fine, I'll stay," he relented, grinning at her. "If only for the free drinks."
"You've never known the pain of paying for your booze," she reminded him, snickering. Rowan's refusal to touch alcohol until he was 21 had been a longstanding joke among their friend group.
"And whose bank account has that benefitted, hmm?" He raised his split brow.
"Okay, you can stop now." She poked him in the ribs. "I got the full college experience, booze and all, and I'm still in one piece, despite your hovering, Mom." She delivered that last word with heavy sarcasm. She might be eight months older than her best friend, but he hovered like an overprotective mother hen.
He snorted. "You keep calling me that, Ae, but we all--urk!" His snarky comment was cut off by a trademark Fenrys Moonbeam Hug Attack, which he allowed for exactly two seconds before shoving the blonde off of him.
Ever enthusiastic, Fen turned his sights onto Aelin, hoisting her off her feet in a bear hug. "You brought the birthday boy!" he exclaimed.
She laughed. "It took some bribery, but yeah, he's here."
"And he's gonna get druuuuuunk!" Fen cheered in a sing-song tone of of voice that had Rowan rethinking his decisions.
"Uh-uh, nope, I know that face." Aelin linked her arm through Rowan's and tugged him towards the booth where their friends were waiting. "No running away now, birthday boy."
"I'm not getting drunk," Rowan griped.
She snorted under her breath. "Since when have you ever listened to Fen's wildness? You'll have a beer, maybe taste some liquor, take a shot and cough on it like all the new drinkers do, and go home finally knowing what alcohol tastes like."
"And I should be excited for that?" he asked, deadpan.
She smacked his broad shoulder, which did more damage to her hand than his rock-solid muscles. Damn athletes. "You'll at least be able to tell your big bad hockey boys that you've graduated from the kiddie table." They reached the booth, where far too many people were crammed into a space meant for eight people, maximum. "He's here!"
"Happy birthday!" cheers sounded from their friends, and Rowan found himself deluged by more hugs and handshakes and back slapping.
"Never thought I'd see your pansy ass in a bar," Lorcan smirked, clapping him on the back.
"Fuck off." Rowan clapped Lorcan's back harder. The two of them had been teammates since they were in middle school, and Lorcan had been trying--unsuccessfully--to get Rowan to come to hockey team parties for years.
The taller man smirked wickedly and turned around, holding out his hand. "El, baby, pass me a cup?" A plastic cup full of beer appeared in Lorcan's hand. courtesy of his girlfriend, Elide. "Here you go, Birthday Boy." He picked up how own drink and tapped it to Rowan's. "Cheers, bitch!"
Rowan caught scent of the beer and immediately wrinkled his nose. "Smells fucking awful."
Appearing at his side, Aelin laughed. "We're college students, Ro, we only buy piss-cheap beer." She raised her own glass to him and pressed her lips to his ear. "Drink up, and I just might buy you something better."
"God damn, you're a terrible influence," he muttered, teasingly. "Cheers to me, then!" Saluting the booth, he tipped the cup back and took a long drink.
And gagged. "Fucking hell!"
Aelin chugged her whole cup in one go and laughed. "Not a fan?"
"No!" He switched cups with her. "Where's my real drink?"
"Aww, look at our little boy, all grown up and wanting liquor the second he tastes his first alcohol," Lorcan crooned, dropping his arms around Aedion and Rowan's shoulders.
Rowan shook him off. "Jackass."
Aedion slid a shot glass full of clear liquid across the tabletop. "All yours, birthday boy!" His grin was just as maniacal as Aelin's when she was up to no good.
Aelin shot her cousin a sharp look. "Aedy, is that--"
"Let him drink it and we'll find out," Aedion interrupted before she could finish, making a dramatic shut up! gesture.
She rolled her eyes. "You're a terrible influence." Swiping the other shot from Aedion, she took a quick sniff--yep, tequila. "Okay Ro, ready?" He nodded and picked up his shot. "Happy birthday, bestie!" She clinked her shot with his and, in unison, they tapped their glasses on the table and threw back the shots.
Rowan coughed and wheezed as the tequila burned down his throat, his face flushing red. "What the fuck?"
The booth burst into raucous laughter as he dropped his shot glass, reached for the glass of water sitting in front of Elide, and gulped it down desperately.
Only to find that what looked like water was in fact vodka.
"Look at our little alcoholic go!" Elide cheered, taking her drink away from Rowan as he coughed and spluttered some more.
"Wuh-water," he managed to wheeze. Aelin passed him her water bottle, and he took a tentative sip to confirm it was actually water before guzzling three-fourths of the bottle in one go. It helped, but didn't do anything to clear the glassy sheen his eyes had already taken on after half a cheap beer, one shot of tequila, and a generous helping of Elide's vodka.
"Better?" Aelin took back her water bottle. "Ro? Is that better?"
He turned to face her, blinking at the way her outline was...fuzzy? He shook his head. That couldn't be right. "Huh?"
A wide, wicked grin slipped across her face. "Rowan Whitethorn, are you drunk already?"
"No, I'm not!" he protested. It came out more like "no-uhmmm-not."
She snickered. "Should've known you'd be a lightweight after all your years refusing to drink." Standing, she draped his arm around her shoulders and waved to the table. "I'll make sure the birthday boy doesn't pass out before he gets home."
Rowan swayed on his feet but let her lead him out of the bar and across the parking lot until they'd reached his beat-up old pickup. He went to step up into the passenger seat, missed the running board, and flopped forward, catching his upper body on the seat.
Aelin sighed and rubbed his back comfortingly. "C'mon, you big drunk oaf, you have to get into the truck. I can't lift you."
"I'n lif' you," he slurred, grinning a big silly grin.
"I--wha--Ro!" She gasped as he turned around and lifted her easily, setting her down in the passenger seat. "Um, you've got it backwards, Rowan. You're way too drunk to drive. Hell, you might be too drunk to think properly' I can't let you drive."
"Am not!" He stuck out his lower lip. It was adorable. "'M'thinkin' jus' fine, an' I think I love you."
Aelin froze.
Rowan blinked at her, his hazy eyes wide with concern. "Ae?"
"You...you love me?"
A soft pink blush crept up his cheeks. "Yeah."
Her lips curved into a tiny, hesitant smile. "And you had to get drunk to admit it?" He opened and closed his mouth a few times, at a loss for words. She laughed softly and caught his chin in her hands, her bringing his face close to hers. "I'm just teasing, Ro." Gently, she pressed her lips to his, tasting the lingering alcohol.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her harder, breaking away after a long, sweet moment. His bright grin settled into a dark, cold corner of Aelin's heart and warmed it right through. "Stay wi'me?" he asked, his words still slurred together.
Beaming, she hopped down from the truck, boosted him into the passenger seat, went around to climb into the driver's seat, and started up the engine. "Of course."
Despite falling asleep within the first two minutes, he held her hand the whole drive back to campus.
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TUMBLR TEXT POST SENTENCE STARTERS, PT. 1 ;
75 starters. CW: blood mention, cussing, death. Starters come from various text posts floating around Tumblr. The only thing changed for this post was adding capitalization and punctuation. Feel free to change words and pronouns as needed!
“All I do is drink water and be stupid.”
“All I do is rotate three outfits and talk shit and have panic attacks.”
“All I want these days is to hike through a mossy forest filled with heavy fog and get lost for a while.”
“Am I supposed to feel sorry for the those two guys who died in the Blair Witch house? Who broke into HER home, trespassed on HER land, and messed with HER stick bundles? I don’t!”
“Baby girl, you are strange and off-putting.”
“Can necromancers heal depression?”
“Did I need it? No. Did I buy it? Yes.”
“Don’t forget that what you see isn’t all there is.”
“Do you ever wanna bond with someone so bad you’re like, “Damn, I wish we were knights on a dangerous quest...”?”
“Do you think the world could suddenly end on a night as quiet as this?”
“Fuck yeah, I’m an influencer! My content is clownery, I promote stupidity, and I’m sponsored by the circus.”
“Have people in horror movies never seen a horror movie?”
“Holy shit... I’M the demon living in my house?”
“Hot tip: bury yourself in the forest to recharge, never come back, and become a local cryptid.”
“Humans are really good at remembering each other’s bad decisions.”
“I am one percent human and ninety-nine percent tired.”
“I don’t really feel like existing today.”
“I do this really cute thing where I shut down and hate everybody.”
“I feel like I’m in the Sims where it takes five hours to make pasta and then you have to immediately go to bed.”
“If I can’t hand my lover a cup of coffee and kiss their forehead while they’re working, then what even is the point?”
“If my son is stealing pies off window sills, it’s because I taught him to do that, bitch.”
“If you aren’t someone the church wanted dead three hundred years ago, are you really living?”
“If your computer has malware... that’s me in there. If you take care of me like a little Tamagotchi pet, I will leave and give you a secret present in your files.”
“I hate those really vivid dreams that you’re still emotionally attached to after you wake up. You’re stuck, feeling for something that technically doesn’t exist.”
“I’m giving up personhood to become a full-time abstract concept.”
“I’m like a shitty anime dating sim. If I talk to six people, I have to immediately go to bed. If I go grocery shopping, that’s half my HP.”
“I’m off to kill the most powerful man in the world.”
“In the 90s, computers would scream every time you went online. That was foreshadowing.”
“I procrastinate so much now that if I ever became a vampire I will literally put things off for centuries.”
“I think I want my next piercing to be through my heart with a wooden stake.”
“I think my dark under eye circles are adding to the aesthetic, actually.”
“I think the far healthier app to have in middle school was the DSi camera, not Tik Tok.”
“It’s okay to be obsessed and in love with me.”
“I was born in the wrong generation. Take me back to the paleoarchean era. I want to be insentient. I want to be bacteria.”
“Little known fact: once you’re older and you’re no longer in school, time stops being real. Did that thing happen one year ago? Two? Five? A few months ago? Who knows.”
“Maybe if we all just collectively start decorating now, we can... force it to be Halloween.”
“Me? Tired? Sleepy? Yes, constantly.”
“My blood is glow stick juice. That’s why all my bones crack when I move.”
“My body is less of a temple and more of a rotting 19th century mansion rumored to be haunted by several wicked and vengeful spirits.”
“My body is my temple. Ancient and crumbling. Probably cursed.”
“My hobbies include laying in bed in my underwear while I listen to music and hate myself.”
“My kink is closing doors so that I’m in complete solitude.”
“My superpower is going into a book store and immediately forgetting the name of every book I’ve ever wanted to read.”
“Not all your life decisions have to be smart. Some can be purely for cinematic value.”
“Nothing should go back to normal. Normal wasn’t working.”
“Not really a fan of this ‘being a person’ thing.”
“People keep saying “go big or go home” as if going home doesn’t sound like the best idea ever. Hell yeah, I wanna go home, and I’m gonna take a nap when I get there.”
“People who suggest getting breakfast together as a hangout plan are the kind of people you want to hang onto.”
“Pray for me. Nothing’s wrong, I just want more power.”
“Protect me from what I want.”
“Pro tip: instead of having feelings, try being dead inside. Everything is still horrible, but you will not care at all.”
“Remember, you can disappear into the woods whenever you want. You’re an adult.”
“Reminder: you can start over at any time. Your day is not ruined. Your world is not over. Take a deep breath. Start over.”
“Rest in peace to everyone killed by the gods for their hubris, but I’m different. And better. Maybe even better than the gods.”
“Sexting? Nah, I’m into spexting. Spooky texting. Ever seen a ghost? Hit me up.”
“Something all children covet is the generic black t-shirt with white skull worn by cartoon teenagers.”
“Sometimes a girly just needs to mask her declining mental state by calling herself a girlboss and that’s okay.”
“Sorry, bro, I can’t hang out today. I used up all my mana.”
“Sorry I tried to drink your blood. I think you’re cute.”
“The internet is awesome, but you can’t download love.”
“The only reason I still have depression is because I can’t take my brain out and blow on it like a DS cartridge.”
“The older you get, the more you appreciate just chilling at home doing nothing.”
“The world is just generally better when you’ve recently eaten a sandwich.”
“The worst part about kissing a perfect ten is the cold feeling your lips get from touching the mirror.”
“Very sexy of me to be isolating myself and rotting into the floor.”
“Well, the horrors may be beyond YOUR comprehension, but I understand them perfectly.”
“What does your soul look like?”
“What ever happened to personality? I want decorative towels that aren’t boring! I want NOVELTY! I want people to come over to my house and look at my trinkets, and immediately think “this lady is a wacko” and also “her stuff is haunted!””
“When fat Pikachu finally returns, I know he will single-handedly save our economy.”
“Yeah, I could have cracked the Zodiac cipher before those guys did. I just didn’t want to.”
“You cannot find peace by avoiding life.”
“You can’t keep dancing with the devil and wonder why you’re still in Hell.”
“You know what I would be if I was in a video game? That dead body you find at the beginning with like ten gold.”
“You think too much. You’ll make yourself ill if you keep that up.”
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(Series) Just like the Movies
Summary: you and Joe go out on your date and it ends up being the most amazing night.
Warnings: fluff (some smut)
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September 12 2017
Y/n pov
I was getting ready I’m my bathroom for my date with Joe. I was so nervous. I kept shaking when trying to put my makeup on. But I reminded myself that it’s Joe. The one you talked to for hours and the one you feel safe with. Joe and I have been texting nonstop for the past few days. It’s been really nice. He always makes me laugh and always knows how to put a big smile on my face.
I am wearing a black skirt but not too short obviously, a white shirt, boots, and an old leather jacket. My hair was curled and my makeup was on point! After finishing my hair I got a text from Joe saying to meet him downstairs. I ran down the stairs as soon as I saw the text. The girls in my sorority were wishing me good luck as i ran down the big marble stairs. As I got out the door I saw Joe. He had a black OSU black leather jacket on with grey skinny jeans of course.
“Hey Joe!”-you
I walked down to him and gave him a hug
“Hi y/n! You look beautiful!”-joe
“Haha! Thank you! You don’t look to bad yourself!”-you
“Haha! Thanks!”-joe
Once we were done greeting each other Joe opened his car door for me. He had a very cool black jeep.
“Thank you!”-you
“Of course!”-joe
He closed the door and walked around to his side.
“So what do you want to listen to?”-joe
“Ooo! I can’t pick you choose!”-you
“Ok! I choose kid Cudi.”-joe
“A big Kid Cudi fan?”-you
“Yes! Ever since I was in middle school!”-joe
“Wow! That’s been a long time!”-you
“Yeah! I’ve always loved his music.”-joe
“That’s cool! I listen to him sometimes. I like his music!”-you
“Yeah! What do you listen to?”
“Well, I listen to Taylor Swift obviously and don’t be a hater she is actually a great singer! I also listen to drake, Tame Impala, and some Selena Gomez.”-you
“Haha! I’m not a hater trust me. But I don’t listen to her music a lot. And I love Tame Impala! I didn’t know you liked that!”-joe
“Yeah! Something about his music just makes me feel good!”-you
“Same!”-joe
Turns out me and Joe have some stuff in common. That’s a good sign! We talked for a bit more about music. By the time we were done talking we were at the theater.
“Here let me help you get out!”-joe
He came around to my side,Opened the door for me and put out his hand. Such a gentleman!
“Thank you Joey!”-you
“Of course! And I don’t think I’ve ever been called Joey before by anyone else rather than my mom!”-joe
“Oh! I don’t have to call you that if you don’t want me to.”-you
“No! I like it!”-joe
“Oh haha, ok!”-you
As we found our seats in the theater I got the candy out as Joe had his popcorn in hand. We were in a good row. Not to upfront.
“ So, you excited to see your favorite movie?”-you
“Yes! I’m also happy you are here to watch it with me!”-joe
“Aww! I’m happy I’m here to watch it with you to!”-you
Joe looks at me and I swear I got so many butterflies at that moment. His beautiful eyes staring into my soul. I smiled and turned my head back to the screen but I could still feel joes eyes on me.
After the movie started I found my hand brushing past joes a little too much. The movie was going good and I liked it but I couldn’t focus with joes hand brushing past mine. After a few more minutes I felt joes hand move closer to mine. I inched my had a little closer and BOOM! Fireworks just exploded! Mine and joes hand were locked together. Joe and I both smiled as we watched the movie on that moment. I couldn’t believe it! I was holding hands with Mr QB himself.
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Joes POV
I got into my car and drove to y/n’s house. I was so nervous. She is the only girl I ever have had strong feelings about and the only girl I ever talked to my parents about. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I knew I wanted to make her mine. But I get it takes time and I want to respect her and her choices to. I think it’s going pretty well so far because I’m taking her out on a date.
As I was driving thinking about seeing y/n I got a phone call from my mom.
“Hi mom!”-joe
“Hey hon!”-Robin
“So,are you nervous?”-robin
“A little bit. But I know it will be a perfect night! She makes me so happy and I’m honestly really excited to see her tonight.”-joe
“Awww Joe! It will be a great night! From the way I hear you talk about her I know she is an amazing girl and will make you happy. Just don’t mess up Joey!”-Robin
“I won’t mess up mom! I promise!”-joe
“Good! We’ll have fun sweetie! Not to much fun!”-robin
“MOM!”- joe
“Haha! I’m kidding! I love you and have a great night!”-Robin
“I will mom. Love you!”-joe
I ended the call and a few minutes later I was at y/n’s. She lives in a sorority so the house is pretty huge. I texted y/n that I was outside and before I knew it she was walking to my car looking so effortlessly beautiful.
“Hey Joe!”-Y/n
“Hi y/n! You look beautiful!”-joe
I opened the car door for her and went to my side of the car. As we were driving we were talking about music. She has a wide range of music taste I will say. But it fits her personality well. I feel like music kinda makes up who a person is. She listens to music that creates her personality. Funny, sweet, bubbly, kind, and happy. I like that!
Once in the theater y/n got some candy and I got some popcorn.
“ So, you excited to see your favorite movie?”-y/n
“Yes! I’m also happy you are here to watch it with me!”-joe
It’s true. I was so happy that y/n was here with me and out on this date.
I looked up at her and I swear so many butterflies swarmed my stomach. My god she is beautiful.
As we were watching the movie my hand kept  inching closer to hers and then our fingers locked and BOOM! Fireworks exploded!
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After the movie
Y/n POV
“That was awesome! Thank you for taking me to see it!”-you
“Of course! I’m glad you liked it!”-joe
We were walking back to the car still hand in hand. As we got in the car Joe turned back on the music and I laughed as he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. He turned to me and smiled then laughed.
“So, I was thinking only if you want we can go back to my place! Or I can bring you straight home.”-joe
I looked at him in shock! Did he just ask me to come to his place! Of course I didn’t really show I was in shock on my face but I juts smiled because I was also so excited!
“Yeah! We can go back to your place!”-you
“Cool! My friends aren’t home btw. They are at some weird all night weekend party thing.”-joe
“Haha ok, and what kind of party is that! They are going to be whipped on Monday!”-you
“I know! I told they it wasn’t a good idea but whatever.”-you
I knew some of his friends because some of my friends are friends with them. That’s kinda how I knew Joe.
“Here we are!”-joe
“Nice place you have here!”-you
“Thanks!”-joe
It was surprisingly clean once I walked through the door and took off my shoes.
“Do you want a drink?”-joe
“Sure! Soda please!”-you
“Coming up!”-joe
I was walking around admiring what they have. There was some family pictures and some pictures of Joe and his friends. There was a OSU banner and a leather couch. A lot of rooms and a narrow kitchen.
“Here you go!”-joe
“Thx!”-you
I took a sip and walked into the hallway.
“Is this your room?”-you
“Yeah! You can go in!”-joe
Joe followed me in.
“Wow burrow! Very clean!”-you
“Thanks! Got to keep it tidy!”-joe
I walked over to his desk where he had a picture of his family as he sat on his bed.
“Is this your family?”-you
“Yeah!”-joe
“Aww!”-you
Joe laughed and kept his eyes on me. I leaned against the desk and looked at him.
“So what do you want to do?”-you
“We could study!”-joe
“Haha! yeah right!”-you said sarcastically
Joe got up and was inches away from my face
“We could!”-joe
“Yeah, we could.”-you
You know how boys eyes smile before they kiss you? Well that’s what Joe was doing. His eyes looking into mine sparkling. And then before I knew it his lips were on mine. I kissed him back more passionately. We moved from leaning on the desk to the twin bed that surprisingly could fit two.
I fell onto the bed and Joe was on top of me smiling then leaning down for a kiss. He then moved to my neck and pulled off my shirt as I did the same to him. And before we knew it we were both nude.
“Are you good?”-joe
“Yeah!”-you
“You?”-you
“Perfect!”-joe
Joe was on top of me placing soft kisses on my neck. After a few minutes he rolled over to his side. We both breathed heavily. I looked over at him as he looked over at me and we both laughed so hard!
“Wow!”-you
“Yeah! Wow!”-joe
I moved my head onto his chest and placed my hand over his shoulder.
“What time is it?”-you
Joe rolled over to his nightstand with one of his arms still around me reaching for his phone.
“1:30am.”-joe
“Maybe I should get going.”-you
I moved my head off his chest and as I was about to pull the sheet off to get out Joe stopped me.
“Don’t go! Stay! It’s the weekend and my friends aren’t here and I bet your friends are out too and probably not expecting you back knowing them.” -Joe gave a smirk
“Ok! I will stay then.”-you
“Yay!”-joe
I laughed and moved back into his embrace.
“I had a great time tonight Joe!”-you
“Good! I’m glad!”-joe
“Hey! Maybe tomorrow you can teach me physics!”-you
“Haha ok, will do!”-joe
“Yay!”-you
Joe and I both laughed and moved into each other’s embrace even more.
“Good night Joe!”-you
I gave him a kiss on the check and put my head back on his chest.
“Good night y/n”-joe
He placed a kiss on my head and the night slipped away as I was embraced in joes arms.
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Authors note: so cute! Not a lot of smut because I’m not a big fan of writing it honestly but I will incorporate some here and there. Hope y’all enjoyed!🩷
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Panic sets in as Jack’s daughter is late coming off the school bus. Jack feels guilty he’s not around more. ***18 + Language***
“Daddy I don’t need you to walk me to the bus.” Patricia said shooing him away “Move back, like go in the house.”
“Patricia I have to stand here with you.” Jack reasoned with his mini-me
“Please Daddy they’ll laugh at me. Goooooo.” Patricia said pushing him back but he didn’t budge
“Who da fuc….I mean who will laugh P?” as he called her. Jack had to keep tabs on his language and temper.
“Everyone like Jason, Britney, Tyler, and Beca.” She said. “They sit in the middle of the bus and I have to pass by them and they say…oooh look at the baby did Daddy feed you this morning too?” Patricia said mocking them.
“Well, I have to make sure you’re safe.” Jack said with no plans to move from her side until the bus came. He remembers being teased on the bus because of his eye patch. He tried to focus on Patricia and not go back to that in his mind.
“You nervous?” He looked down and asked her
“Sorta” she admitted twirling her hair
“It ain’t no thang its just like last year ight?” Jack reassured her.
“Daddy you talk funny.” Patricia observed but was now smiling so Jack considered it a win
You were filled with anxiety as this was only her 2nd year at school. You watched them from the window but didn’t want to get all emotional. Patricia hated that and preferred to have her Dad wait with her although these days she was following him around less. Jack was feeling the gut-punch of her trying to establish her independence.
“So you remember how to reach us?” He said
“Yup!” She nodded
The bus pulled up and Jack hoisted Patricia up much to her dismay, but the steps were still a bit steep for her little legs to climb.
“Daddy, I can do it.” She insisted
“It’s either I help you up or Mommy drives you.” Jack warned. Patricia hated when her mom drove her to school. She had to listen to “baby music” in the car when she wanted to hear songs from her dad and uncle Gee but her mom said she was too little. Plus she wanted to be big and ride to school with older kids and her friends.
“Daddy goodbye!” She said and flung her arms around him pecking him on the cheek. Jack stepped back in surprise. She never did that in public anymore.
“Wow. You got a kiss?” You said in shock when Jack came back into the house.
“Yeah. Feel like I’m fan-girling. I may never wash this side of my face again.” He said with his hand on the spot as if to keep it warm until she came back at 3 oclock.
He came behind you washing the dishes in your pyjamas and messy top bun and gave you a warm hug.
“Thank you baby.” He said as he nuzzled his nose in your neck and kissed you softly.
“For what?” You asked melting in his arms as usual
“Just…like EVERYTHING.” He said “If I had time you know what would be going down with Pumpkin gone.” He said slapping your ass and heading upstairs to get ready to go.
“Boy go” You said rolling your eyes and smiling. “That’s how we got in trouble the first time.”
“Well we got 7 more times.” Jack yelled back from the top of the stairs.
“8 kids? He is TRIPPIN” You said as you swept the floor.
PART 2
The hectic day was over. It took the bus so long to get there with so many delays that Patricia was tired by the time she got to school. You argued with Jack about sending Patricia to public school. He wanted her to have the experience he had growing up that made him a regular person. The thing to deal with though was crowded buses and classrooms. Not exactly what you wanted but Jack was stubborn and Patricia had a great first year, especially once she stopped fighting, which made Jack proud, but he had to tell her it was unacceptable.
By the end of the day the bus was late and she was squeezed and pushed as usual by all the kids trying to get to their favourite seat. She lucked out and got to sit with her friends. “Ok kids there’ll be a few detours and delays like this morning so call your parents and let em know but we’ll get you home safe and sound.” The driver said as he closed the doors and the bus chugged to start off down the gravel road. Patricia took out her phone to call her mom but she didn’t get an answer and she didn’t dare call her dad during the day. He was too busy. She thought nothing of it and put her phone back in her backpack quickly. Whenever other kids saw her phone they teased her because it was a refurbished iPhone 11. No way was Jack going to give a 6 year old an expensive phone.
“Does that thing even have data or do you have to send smoke signals?” One of her friends teased “Your Dad is literally Jack Harlow. You could break a phone every day and get a new one.”
“I know it’s so lame.” Patricia said. She was picking up lingo at school and starting to already sound like a pre-teen. Suddenly the bus came to a halt. Traffic was backed up for miles.
“Sorry kids. Looks like I took the wrong detour. We’ll be awhile.” The driver called out to the sweaty, hungry, cranky kids. If was now approaching 5pm.
You called Patricia right back as you had just missed the call putting a roast in the oven, but it kept going to her cute little voicemail “Whats Poppin y’all try again byeee!” It said and clicked off.
“Breathe I’m sure it’s just traffic.” You told yourself, but after another hour you tried the school.
“Mrs. Harlow it’s all good the bus is stuck in traffic is all.” The secretary said sweetly putting you at ease. You set about packing her karate bag and McDonald’s was definitely in order, as by the time she got home she’d be running late for class. Jack was always mad when you took her to McDonald’s instead of KFC but according to Patricia the nuggets were “sucky” at KFC and you had no time to hear her complain.
The sun started to go down. It was now passing 7PM and you couldn’t take it anymore. The school wasn’t picking up and Patricia wasn’t answering. You called Neelam in distress to get a message to Jack but no answer and you didn’t want to bother him, they were shooting a video. Urban wasn’t picking up either.
“Fuck!! My baby!” You exclaimed on the verge of tears. You were sure she was on the bus but what if…no you wouldn’t let yourself go there. Your phone rang and you jumped. It was Grandpa. You totally forgot he was waiting at Karate class to see Patricia practice.
“Grandpa! I’m so sorry we can’t make it tonight.” You said fighting tears
“Y/N what’s wrong? Is it my little pumpkin?” He said concerned
“Yes. Gramps I’m so worried. She’s not home off the bus yet. I don’t know what to do.” You said shaking
“What? Does Jack know?” He asked
“No. He’s shooting a video. They’re all busy, nobody is answering their phones.” You explained trying to figure out what to do.
“Like hell he’s too busy. I’ll call you back.” Grandpa said hanging up and dialling Jack but you were right. Straight to a VM he never checked anyway.
“Sit tight I’m on my way.” Grandpa said when he called you back. Him and Clay pulled up 20mins later “We have to find her.” He said “The whole family is worried sick.”
“When’s the last time you heard from her?” Clay asked as you hopped in.
“I missed her call around 4.” You said.
“Do you know the bus route?” Grandpa asked
“Yes I do, but it took a detour and I don’t know the alternate route they would’ve taken and dispatch has been busy for hours.” You said feeling nauseous now.
Finally a call came in from Neelam on the car speaker “Hey guys. Everyone is calling me today! We were in the middle of shooting what’s up?”
“Patricia’s missing.” Grandpa said making you panic more because Jack would be freaking out.
“No she’s on the bus but hasn’t come home and won’t answer her phone. I’m sure she’s on the bus and ok.” You corrected but Neelam heard the shakiness in your voice. You were always trying to avoid taking Jack away from work.
“I’m telling Jack immediately.” Neelam said hanging up. They had wrapped for the day and were just hanging out eating and talking. “Jack.” Neelam said slowly approaching him.
“What’s up with you? Why you acting weird?” Jack said coming out of joking around with the guys
“Jack…” Neelam said but started crying
Jack went pale. “Is it Y/N?” He said
Neelam shook her head no.
“Gramps?” He tried again
Neelam could barely answer “No….oh geez.”
“Fuck Neelam spit it out!” Jack said angrily his eyes wide.
“Patricia never came off the bus after school.” Neelam finally managed to say.
“WHAT” Jack said frozen “Neelam. What? I didn’t hear you, what?”
Urban stepped in seeing his best friend in a state of shock. He called you right away and put you on speaker. “Where is she and what happened?” He asked but before you could answer Jack came on snapping out of his initial shock.
“Y/N where’s my baby?” He said completely broken
“Oh hunny.” You couldn’t hold back the tears anymore as soon as you heard his voice they came like a flood.
Clay spoke for you and told Jack the whole story while Grandpa rubbed your back. “I’m driving around trying to find the bus. We know the number of it. I got you bro don’t worry. Oh shit! A call! Don’t move bro.”
“I got her.” It was Maggie on the line “I got the little stinker right here. She’s ok!” You heard Patricia giggling in the background and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. “I came to the house to wait, and she showed up. She’s hungry and tired but she’s fine.”
Clay patched Jack in on the call. “We got her! She’s on the line.” He happily announced to his big brother.
“You ok muffin?” Jack said trying to be calm and not upset his daughter. What was coming off as calm was seething anger. He would have some words for the school tomorrow. For now he was so happy she was ok.
“I’m ok Daddy. We played games and stuff it was kinda fun, but Daddy I need a new phone.” She said
“Ok Pumpkin later ok? We’ll talk about that later.” Jack said. “I’m headed home now. I love you so much.” He felt like throwing up.
“Bro let’s go. You ok?” Urban said
“I feel sick bro. I never felt anything like that before.” Jack said regaining his composure
They got up to the house and as soon as Jack was inside he scooped Patricia up and hugged her super tight. “Daddy you’re squishying me.” She complained trying to wriggle free and not sure what all the fuss was about. She was the centre of attention and everyone was over at her house which only really happened on her birthday or special times. She got hugs and kisses from everyone.
“Thanks y’all for all coming together like this.” Jack said as his arm was around you keeping you steady. It had been such an emotional day. “Me and Y/N really love y’all.”
“Of course hunny we’re always here.” Maggie said
“But not me. I’m not always here am I.” Jack said of himself critically and dropped his head in sadness
“Babe no. How could you know? Don’t say that.” You said coming to his defence. Jack was an amazing father.
“How many times did you call me Y/N?” Jack asked you clearly upset
“Um none. I called Neelam and..” you answered but Jack cut you off
“P, yo P” He said to Patricia who was sitting on her Grandmother’s lap “How many times did you call Daddy.”
“None. You’re working silly.” She answered truthfully
“See? Nobody even called me because I told y’all don’t call when I’m working and I turn my phone off.” Jack said sitting with his head in his hands now.
“Look son.” Grandpa said “Every man has to learn this the hard way. I was the same way but, you learn that nothing is worth all your attention like your family. I’m proud of you though.”
“Proud? Come on Paw. Get real look what just happened.” Jack said looking down. It was hard for him to even look at Patricia, but he motioned over to her to sit on his lap. “You call Daddy anytime you want ok?” He said kissing her “You too.” He said looking up at you. “You guys are not an interruption.” He said kissing your hand that was on his shoulder.
PART 3
Jack woke up early to get Patricia to school. By the time you woke up he was out of the shower and getting dressed. “Hunny be calm when you meet with them ok?” You said sleepily
“I don’t need a fucking lecture Y/N.” He said as he kissed you on the forehead.
“Hey. I’m on your side. Chill.” You said “You’re the best Dad in the world.”
“I’m sorry.” He said. You had a way of saying the right thing to him. “Sure you don’t want to come?”
“Um no. I don’t want to witness that.” You said rushing into the bathroom
“Wait…witness what?” Jack said confused
“Bye hunny good luck.” You said through the door. No way did you want to be there in case Jack got heated. They could deal with that on their own.
“Don’t tell your mom.” Jack said as they got into the Jeep and he started playing Patricia’s favourite EST Gee song. He pulled up to the school and immediately students and teachers started coming to the windows. Teachers knocked on Patricia’s teacher’s door to borrow random items.
“Come in Mrs. Smith.” Patricia’s teacher said rolling her eyes as that had been the 6th interruption in 15mins.
“I just wanted to borrow your stapler.” She said looking right at Jack who was kneeling beside Patricia looking at all her work. “Oh Mr. Harlow. I had no idea you were here today.” She said nervously. “What a pleasant surprise.”
“Nice to see you Mrs.Smith.” Jack said knowing exactly what she was up to “Tell Mr. Smith he gets luckier every day.”
“Oh my thank you Jack.” She said blushing
“Ok Mrs. Smith Jack is here to see the Principal would you mind taking him down to the office?” Patricia’s teacher said happy to get rid of her.
“Oh don’t mind at all.” She said linking arms with Jack. He was happy to make her day as she was almost retired. “My… somebody works out a lot.” She said beaming.
“P, I’ll be back to pick you up.” Jack said to Patricia as he left. He didn’t dare call her Pumpkin at school and and she liked P. She said it sounded gangster.
“Ok…better be you and not Mommy.” She said not looking up from her art project.
“Hey, I can rap you know.” This one little boy named Arthur said that sat beside Patricia
“You can’t rap with a name like Arthur.” Patricia said engrossed in what she was doing. She had her dad’s focus when she loved something and had grown tired of little boys telling her they could rap.
“Your dad uses his real name.” Arthur said hurt
“Yeah cuz his name is Jack Harlow.” Patricia said rolling her eyes.
“Shhhh! Stop talking back there.” Their teacher said
PART 4
Jack sat waiting for the principal as Mrs. Smith finally let go of his arm which took some doing and agreeing to pass by her classroom for some homemade cookies.
“Mr. Harlow, you can go in now.” The receptionist said.
The whole office turned to squeal in a whisper as he went into the office. The Principal rolled her eyes at them and shook her head. “Please Mr. Harlow have a seat.” She said not the least bit rattled by his celebrity, charm, or good looks.
“Where’s that older dude with the comb over?” Jack asked confused
“Oh Mr. Hartford? He didn’t come back this year. He retired.” She said. “How can I help you sir?”
Jack was planning to go off on Mr.Hartford but this lady made him feel like he was back at Atherton. “Um well…the school bus yesterday…” He started to say but she interjected.
“Sir, we are issuing a statement today for all parents.” She said firmly “I’m sure you get all the emails?” She asked. Jack could tell she was all business with her severe bun and blouse with a proper bow done up to her neck. She had sharp eyebrows and a stern look on her face at all times.
“Yeah I..well my wife she gets them.” He said gulping a bit. Why did he feel like he was in trouble for something? Even the smell of the office was taking him back to school making him fidget in his chair and the clock on the wall ticking was unnerving.
“Mr. Harlow I can assure you this will never happen again. We have all kinds of issues this year with bussing but seeing as Patricia is what we call a high profile student, we have an alternate smaller bus at the ready to drop her off from now on and if it is a minute late call me directly. I made sure they directly report to me.” She said strictly
“Um…thank you Miss. I, me, uh…my wife, we appreciate it.” Jack said feeling sweaty for some reason.
“You may be assured we will make sure Patricia is safe.” She said “Is there anything else Mr. Harlow sir?”
“No. Thank you so much. I can see Patricia is in good hands here.” Jack said as they stood and shook hands.
“Of course Mr. Harlow, and please tell Mrs Harlow I appreciate her helping in the school with our reading program. I heard the children look forward to her coming and they love the snacks she brings. I hope to get to know her better.” The principal said
“My wife does that? Of course she does. I knew that. I’ll tell her Miss.” Jack said humbly as he left her office
When he got home he was very quiet which made you nervous. “Hunny how did it go?” You said anxiously as you looked up from your laptop. You were busy doing the household budget for the month.
“Come here.” He said pulling you in and kissing you. “You amazing fucking beautiful kick ass woman.”
“Um me? Or Principal Beasley?” You said wondering what was up with your husband
“I don’t think Miss. Beasley has any interest in me.” He said laughing “I was nervous as shit. Totally folded.” He said “That old dude is gone. He was a jerk, but Miss. Beasley was the TRUTH. Ain’t no way I was popping my shit with her.” He said remembering how the encounter made him feel like a school boy.
“She’s very strict. Patricia doesn’t mess with her at all.” You said laughing
“I’m just so out of touch.” Jack said looking into your eyes. “And don’t make excuses for me. I should know you read to school kids. I should know there’s a new principal.” He said frustrated
“Hunny. At least you care. My Dad never went to my a school.” You said
“But babe I’m doing the bare minimum for you guys.” He said
“Are you fucking kidding me? Bare minimum?” You said getting irritated “Do you know what you do for this family? You are literally everything.”
Still locked in an embrace with your husband you took his face in your hands and kissed him deeply.
“Just come with me next time cuz it’s crazy in there.” He said shooting himself with his fingers to his head.
“Oh Mrs. Smith? She gets so outta pocket about you.” You said giggling
“Oh so you know and you let me go into that alone?” He said tickling you. You both tumbled onto the couch and continued kissing like two teenagers. He was right on top of you getting hard.
“Ewwwwwww!!!” Patricia said as she stumbled upon the both of you.
“Patricia! Your home early. Daddy was going to pick you up.” Jack said straightening himself out and getting off of you.
“They got me this little stupid baby bus.” She said throwing down her backpack “It’s just me and a few other kids so I get home fast.” She said
“Hunny how was your day?” You asked her wishing you had more time with Jack alone.
“I just said I don’t like the baby bus.” She said annoyed. Patricia challenged you constantly.
“Watch your mouth P.” Jack warned
“Sorry Mommy.” She apologized under Jack’s stare. She reached into her backpack “Mrs. Smith sent these cookies for you Daddy.”
You looked at him and he looked at you. “Thanks P.” Jack said taking the crumpled brown bag from Patricia’s tiny hands. “Baby…take this and toss it ASAP Rocky.” Jack whispered to you as he chuckled. “That roast smells so good. I just gotta go downstairs for a bit. I’ll take P with me.”
“Beats only Jackman…and clean lyrics.” You chided
“Baby of course.” He said to you and snuck a look to Patricia and winked. She looked at him and nodded.
“I can show you the bars I got Daddy like Uncle G…” Patricia didn’t finish her sentence as Jack covered her mouth, picked her up and swung her around as she giggled and they disappeared to the studio.
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🖌 GhostOfInkblotAcademy
god I fucking hate school first my teacher drops a ton of extra homework on me right before the exam then the Horrorbouros comes to town and forces me to evacuate in the middle of an exam and then a Grizzco employee sends a Booyah Bomb DIRECTLY into my dorm so now I have to replace all of my furniture
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Day 137 of posting photographs until my boss comes back
#at least I don’t have to deal with the other guy here anymore all he did was complain and ask me to listen to his mixtape #then again I did stuff him in a snowglobe so maybe it’s justified
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ω-3 fans will be like “You should listen to Fishing Frenzy it’s so good!” And then the entire song will be composed of doorbell noises and choppy cello and it’ll be the best thing you’ve ever heard.
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The Valiant Green Flame Born in Jigokudani could slam his head through the drums and still make anything leagues better than Wet Floor or whatever weird music the land-dwellers listen to
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“Muck Warfare is actually about Marina Ida’s past as a weapons engineer for the Octarian army” yeah and Ink Me Up is actually about Marie Cuttlefish’s secret job as a special agent
#honestly *ff *he *ook fans scare me #like I love their music but there’s no way I’d ever interact with their fandom outside of existing on the same social media platform #next thing you know they’re going to say Fly Octo Fly’s actually about an amnesiac soldier escaping to the surface #or Nasty Majesty is about lesbian sex
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I’m glad I never have to deal with the Deepsea Metro ever again
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Something that’s always bothered me about the Alterna Adventures card packs is that they feature some guys I haven’t seen anywhere else.
Like the other expansion packs always have some sort of connection with other creatures (EX: Zapfish Zeal’s titular Zapfishes and other electricity-based creatures) or brands. But these guys are brand new! I’m starting to wonder if they’re original characters but DJ Octavio apparently has some sort of historical significance I’m currently looking into.
If anyone has any information, please DM me or send an ask in!
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BEING ROBIN’S BEST FRIEND AND HAVING A CRUSH ON STEVE HC
↳ a/n: absolutely no one requested this but the idea came into my mind so i had to indulge my own urges i’m so sorry pls forgive me. also pls pls pls send requests for eddie or steve ily <3
Steve Harrington x Gender Neutral!Reader
word count: 2.5k (lowkey went off with this okay look at me go)
you and robin have known each other since your sophomore year of high school. the both of you played brass instruments in marching band and were extreme nerds so, it made sense that the two of you hit it off
it wasn't surprising that you stayed friends throughout your remaining years of high school. you were able to bond over a multitude of things: your similar music taste, basically living at each others houses, sharing secrets... you were as close as siblings
cut to after graduation: you and robin's friendship is still going as strong as ever. the both of you attend Hawkins Tech, taking a few classes. nothing too rigorous
as you adjusted to life after high school, you and robin only saw each other in your shared classes, often occupied with your jobs: robin working at family video while you worked at a local boutique in town
one day, you were craving that ✨buckley charm✨
you missed her annoying voice, her constant need to ramble about meaningless things, but most of all, you just missed being with your best friend. not having her around was slowly killing you
so, you hopped in your car and decided to pay her a visit at family video
it was a random ass monday evening when you went in. you had class that morning with robin and she briefly mentioned working today so, you knew she was there
when you first entered, there was not a single person in sight. there were a stack of unlabeled VHS tape sitting on the front counter and teen wolf was playing on the television
suddenly, from behind the counter you heard a voice, "shit, shit, shit. robin!!! i thought you labeled these last week. keith is gonna have my head when he- "
you watched as a man popped up from below the desk. a stack of unlabeled VHS taped were in his arms. he had brown eyes, moles littered both sides of his face, and his hair looked amazing
you instantly recognized him. it was steve ‘the hair’ harrington. you went to high school together, even shared a few classes
he stopped immediately when he saw you standing in the doorway. you approached the counter and began to speak, "hi. i'm looking for robin buckley. is she here? "
you didn’t even bother mentioning the fact that you knew him. you had a strong feeling that he didn’t even remember you, considering the fact that you only briefly crossed paths in your entire high school careers
“oh— uhm. sorry about the mess” he apologized, pushing the tapes to the side. “yeah, she’s here.”
as if on cue, robin emerged out of thin air. “y/n?” she questioned, “something tells me you aren’t here for a movie.” she smiled
“uhm, no. no i’m not. i just wanted to come and see you. i thought that i could wait until your shift ends and we could go back to my place?”
knowing that steve was there, watching the interaction made you nervous. he probably thought you were some middle schooler that couldn’t stand being apart from their best friends for more than 20 minutes
as you waited for robin to answer, you observed steve. he was clearly listening to your conversation but, he tried to look busy: typing on the computer, but he was continuously pressing the same key… over and over
you tried hard not to chuckle when robin responded, “awe, you miss me?” she smirked before continuing, “yeah, i’d love that. i get off in about an hour if you wanna stick around. or you can leave and come back?”
you decided to stay. it would be fun watching as robin worked: putting on a polite voice for customers, stocking shelves, tending to the cash register, that sort of thing
↳ harrington also being there had no influence to your decision. at least that’s what you told yourself
it was a slow day so, there were barely any customers. robin tended to the back of the store: logging the new VHS tapes, while steve manned down the front: tending to any customers and sorting through the movies that had been turned in
when steve saw you standing around, trying to find something to occupy your time, he spoke, "uhm, you can help me-- if you want.”
the boy startled you. it was dead silent in the store, other than the sounds of characters talking on the television. he clearly noticed this and apologized. you chuckled, told him it was okay and continued, “sure. i’ve got nothing better to do.” you smiled
you came to the back of the counter and steve slid a stack of movies in your direction. he briefly explained how to execute the task: check the condition of the tape, and make sure everything was good. then, you’d pass it to him where he’d rewind it before placing it in the “return to shelf” box
the two of you made a well oiled machine. it was actually quite fun. at first, you felt somewhat awkward. it was embarrassing knowing that you spent four years at the same high school, sharing classes, presenting projects together and he didn’t even recognize your face
it wasn't until you began to tease him when the mood changed. “so... do i get paid for doing this?” you questioned, clearly joking.
“what?” steve asked, turning his head to face you. you were having such trouble looking into his brown eyes but, you didn’t falter
“i mean, i’m doing all this work. shouldn’t i be getting paid too?” you smirked, handing him another movie.
“most definitely. you’re actually in the running for employee of the month so, keep it up.” he smiled.
you were happy to know that he wasn’t just a pretty face. he had a sense of humor too
shortly afterwards, robin emerged from the back room, coat in hand, “ready to go?” she asked, looking at you
you nodded and handed steve the final VHS tape, “look. we finished just in time.” he commented
“thank the lord. i was starting to get tired. this work is rigorous!” you exclaimed, walking around the counter to meet robin
the brunette watched the interaction between her two best friends, raising her eyebrows knowingly
“see ya tomorrow, dingus.” she exited the store, sending steve a courteous wave
“it was nice to see you, steve.”
with that, you and robin were on your way back to your parents place
the entire car ride, robin was dying to say something. you like steve. you have a crush on steve. i cant believe it, y/n, you like steve ‘the hair’ harrington
it was at the tip of her tongue, itching to be said. eventually, her intrusive thoughts won, “YOU LIKE STEVE?!” she screamed
you nearly swerved into oncoming traffic, scared shitless by her sudden need to belt at the top of her lungs
“what the fuck, robin! you shared the shit out of me.” you scolded, taking deep breaths to calm yourself down
“you never answered my question, y/n.” she prodded
“question? you fucking screamed an accusation at me, robin. i don’t think that warrants a reply.” you chuckled, still a little on edge
“please, y/n/n. i saw the way you were looking at him, flirting with him. ‘oh steve! i’m having such a good time sorting these movies with you. i’d love to stay forever!’” she mimicked, changing the pitch of her voice
“would it be so bad if i did like him? it’s not like we’re in high school anymore.”
“i never said that, y/n. it's fine! you totally have my blessing. although it will be weird to see my two best friends making out all the time. but, you’re nice people. you go together.” she stopped before continuing
“although, i refuse to hang out with it just being the three of us. it’s so awkward! you two will be sitting there, wanting to eat each others faces off but i’ll be sitting right there, looking at you. and i’ll be sitting there, knowing that you want to eat each others faces off and that i’m the only thing stopping you from doing it, and i’ll spend the rest of the time wishing that this would just be over. but it won't be. it’ll just keep going on... and on..... and on.”
as you pulled into your driveway, you smiled. your usual dynamic had gone back to normal. if robin was rambling, you knew everything was going to be okay
fast forward a week. you and robin have a test coming up in your communications class. due to the short staff at family video, she wasn’t able to get off early enough to come by your house to study. so, robin invited you to her job, hoping she’d have some spare time to look over material there
so, here you are, on another slow monday evening, walking into family video. you had textbooks, highlighters, #2 pencils. basically everything you needed to ace this test
similarly to last week, when you entered, there was steve harrington standing behind the counter, lazily replacing a broken sleeve on a VHS tape when he noticed you
“oh hey!” he greeted, looking surprised to see you, “if it isn't the employee of the month.”
“what can i say? i missed this place.”
you approached the counter and set down the textbooks and all of the other junk in your hands. once you got yourself situated, you asked steve, “so, where is the dingus?”
“oh, robin? she’s in the back.” he replied
you could’ve sworn your years of friendship gave you some telepathic connection because robin appeared out of nowhere
“hey y/n,” she began, “you didn't get my message?”
“message?”
“i called your house about,” she peered down to the non-exsistant watch on her wrist, “20 minutes ago. i’m getting off early, so i was gonna see if you wanted to come over to my place to study. plus, we’re just so busy!”
“busy? there’s not a soul in here.” you chuckled, looking to steve for help but the man had checked out. he was playing with a tape dispenser on the counter, trying hard to pretend like he wasn't listening to every word you and robin were saying
“well, I'm sure steve could use some help manning the front. right steve?” robin asked
he immediately stopped what he was doing and peered back and forth between the two of you. he sent robin a wide-eyed stare before saying, “sure. i could use some help out here.”
“perfect! well, i’m gonna be in the back, doing my thing. you two have fun!” she said. she began to walk away but not before she mouthed ask him out!
similarly to last week, you and steve continued your pass and check method of working, barely saying anything to each other. you felt embarrassed. not only did robin decide to meddle in your love life, you couldn’t help but notice the look steve gave robin when she mentioned you helping him
“sooooo...” he began, tearing you from your thoughts, “robin is definitely up to something. i told her that i thought you were cute and now she’s hiding in the back, forcing us to spend time together.” steve chuckled
you felt like the wind had been knocked out of you. like you had taken a shot of tequila, gotten on a rollercoaster and was trying so hard not to projectile vomit on the ride back home
steve. friggin. harrington. thinks. you. are. cute. obviously, he didn't ask for your hand in marriage but, you didn't think you made that lasting of an impression on him
“oh gosh,” he sighed, “i went and ruined everything, didn’t i? i should’ve kept my mouth shut.” he chuckled, fixing the hair that had fallen into his eyes
it was only then when you realized that you hadn’t responded to what he said. you were just standing there, mentally screaming while he waited for you to say something
“oh no! no no no no. you didn’t ruin anything steve! I’m just surprised.”
“surprised?” he questioned, “why are you surprised?”
“i just didn’t think i made that lasting of an impression on you last week.” you explained
“well, we did have freshman biology together.”
again. you were on that damn rollercoaster, trying hard not to vomit. he remembers. “oh my gosh. you remember that?” you ask, astonished. this whole time you thought he had forgotten
“of course I remember! we had a project on, damn, what was it?”
“photosynthesis.”
“photosynthesis!” he clapped his hands together, “i was so busy training for basketball tryouts that i totally spaced and didn’t help you at all. but you came through.”
“the day of the presentation, you came in, all ready to go. you handed me these notecards that had everything i needed to say on them. i could hardly read your handwriting because you wrote in cursive but, i didn’t say anything. you had already done the entire project on your own. who was i to complain?”
a memory then came to the forefront of your mind. you stayed up all night trying your hardest to make your cursive look as presentable as possible. you were scared shitless at the possibility that steve harrington would see your illegible penmanship and think you were weird or uncool. i guess it didn’t matter in the end
“wow. I still can’t believe you remembered that!”
“to be honest?” he paused. for a second, you didn’t even think he was going to continue, “i didn't until i saw you come in here.”
“the entire time you were helping me sort through these movies, i wanted to mention it but, i wasn’t quite sure that you remembered.”
you grinned at the memory of a fourteen-year-old steve, reading the cards word for word, just as you wanted. he didn’t even protest. “gosh, i just think about how nervous i was... to be working with you. but, i wasn’t all that surprised when you didn’t do anything. i didn’t want you to fail so i made those notecards for you.”
“let me make it up to you.” he said, staring at you.
now it was your turn to avoid his gaze. “let me take you out to dinner.” he continued, “or whatever you want to do. i’m free this friday. are you free?”
“YEAH! SHE’S FREE!” you heard robin scream from the storage room
you audibly laughed at your best friend. of course she’s been listening to this entire conversation. she wouldn’t be robin if she wasn’t. you thought to yourself
“w-what she said.” you stuttered, beaming at steve
“alright, well it’s a date.” he nodded, beaming right back at you
for once, you weren’t all too mad at robin for meddling 😏
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Hello Sarah! So the idea of Eddie seeing you married and happy with someone else at like your high school reunion or even just a party a few years after graduation is living in my mind🫣 can I please have my heart crushed? Thanks!♥️
Hiiii babes! So yes, you are more than welcome to have your heart crushed…just remember this is what you wanted okay?😂 Enjoy💖
*Listen Charlie may or may not be based off Jax Teller from Sons of Anarchy. I can’t help myself okay?*
Eddie knew you were going to be here, he knew he was going to have to see you smiling and hear your laugh from across the room and he prepared himself for that. What he didn’t prepare himself for was seeing a ring on your left hand, a solid gold slap in the face that let him know you moved on. He first saw a glimpse of it from across the room when you gave Steve a hug, he thought maybe he was just seeing things and that his mind was playing a cruel trick on him but then he saw him. A tall man who looked like he just walked out of a biker bar with his leather vest covered in patches and long blonde hair styled in a low ponytail, sling his arm over your shoulder as he went to shake Steve’s hand.
“Are you going to stare at her all night or go say hello?” Robin asks as she nudges Eddie in the side before taking a sip of her drink.
“Do you know him?” Robin rolls her eyes at how easily Eddie avoids her question. He turns his head so he can look at her, even after years of friendship Robin still always seems to surprise him with her bluntness.
“Who? Charlie?” Eddie just nods, making a mental note of the man’s name. “Yeah he’s cool. Rides a motorcycle. He’s actually really nice.” Robin answers as Eddie turns and looks over at you again. You’re laughing at something Steve said and Charlie was just looking down at you with a smile on his face, similar to the way Eddie used to watch you laugh, he’s always thought you had the best laugh. “He reminds me of you actually.” Robin states with a shrug, as if it’s the most causal thing in the world to say to him.
“What?” Robin ignores the shock in his voice and just glances over at Charlie who was now telling Steve and Nancy a story while you rested your hand on his chest.
“You can’t look at him and not see some of yourself. The vest? The long hair? Don’t get me started on his musical preferences.” Eddie rolls his eyes as he absentmindedly fiddles with the ring on his index finger. “She has a type I’ll give her that. But really just go say hi and stop being fucking weird.” With that Robin gives Eddie’s back a pat before she walks off to go join Max and Lucas who were in the middle of an argument with Dustin.
As he watches Robin walk away Eddie can’t help but think back to the last time he was standing in the middle of Steve’s living room. He feels his heart drop as the memory floods his mind just as your eyes drift over to him from across the room.
“What do you mean it’s over?” Steve’s eyes are the size of golf balls as Eddie paces his living room. “I just saw you two last night and you looked all gross and in love and shit.” He adds as Eddie runs his hands through his hair and lets out a groan.
“Because I’m a fucking idiot.” Eddie stops pacing and runs a hand down his face as Steve stands in front of him with his hands on his hips waiting for him to explain what’s going on. “I said…I said some shit man and there’s no going back from it.” Steve’s face drops as he watches Eddie’s eyes get glossy. While him and the metal head have been friends for a while he’s never seen this side of Eddie, usually Dustin was the one he went to when he was hurting.
“I mean was it just a fight? Just say sorry and move on.” This was Steve’s go to solution for any argument and Eddie just rolls his eyes at the suggestion. “I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what you said.” Eddie let out sigh as he looked up at Steve’s ceiling.
“I told her,” Steve watches as Eddie takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out trying to control his emotions so he can tell him exactly what happened. “I told her this is pointless. That there’s no happily ever after for us so it’s best if we just end it now to save us the time and heartache of waiting to do it later and then…I left. I left her standing there on her front steps…shouting for me and I didn’t…I didn’t turn around I just left.” Eddie feels his eyes start to sting as he looks at Steve who looks as if he just got punched in the gut the way his mouth is hanging open and his eyes are wide.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” His voice is harsh as he quickly breaks out of his state of shock to give Eddie a piece of his mind. Eddie just shrugs as he wipes at his eyes trying his best to hide the few tears that slipped out. “You told me you wanted to marry her.” Steve snaps as he runs a hand through his hair as he begins pacing trying his best to think of a possible solution but knowing deep down there probably wasn’t one.
“Oh come on Harrington. We graduate in a few weeks and she’s going to college and I’ll be lucky if I just get a decent job. What the fuck do I have to offer?” Steve rolls his eyes as Eddie explains himself because he knows this is what Eddie does, he pushes people away when he feels like they are getting too close.
“That’s bullshit and you know it.” Eddie looks down at his feet as Steve stops pacing. “You’re scared.” Eddie’s eyes shoot up to find Steve glaring at him. “I know you won’t admit it so I’ll do it for you. You’re terrified of how much you love her so instead of just allowing it to happen and letting her love you, in true Munson style you go and fuck it up on purpose.” Eddie swallows the lump in his throat as Steve lets him have it, his tone is harsh and Eddie just takes it because you are Steve’s best friend, that’s how he met you after all.
“She deserves better than me.” Eddie mumbles as Steve just stands there and watches Eddie fall apart in the middle of his living room. “So much better than me.” Steve just lets out a sigh as he closes the distance between the two of them so he can wrap his arms around Eddie bringing him in for a hug.
“Maybe she does.” Steve answers as he gives Eddie’s back a little pat as he hears him sniffle. “Maybe you’re right and this is for the best.” He adds as he pulls away from Eddie who is wiping his eyes with the back of his jacket sleeve.
“Did you just tell me I’m right?” Steve rolls his eyes as a chuckle escapes his lips, of course Eddie would try to joke in the middle of his breakdown. “Thanks Steve.” Eddie looks at Steve who just shrugs and gives him a reassuring smile.
“Its weird being back here isn’t it?” Eddie feels his cheeks get hot as your voice pulls him from his thoughts, he didn’t even notice you walk over to him from across the room.
“A little.” He answers as he takes the time to look at you. Your hair is a little longer and he can see your sense of style hasn’t changed as you stand there in a pair of jeans and a simple band t shirt but most importantly your smile is just as beautiful as he remembers.
“Harrington has always loved a house party.” You joke making Eddie chuckle as he brings his cup up to his lips to take a sip. “So how have you been?” You look at him and smile as you realize nothing about him has changed minus the tiny bit of facial hair and some of his rings have been replaced with newer looking ones, other than that he still looked like the long haired metal head you knew and loved in high school.
“I’ve been good.” You watch his eyes dart around the room almost like he was avoiding looking you in your eyes. “Opened my own shop, Wayne is retired now.” You smile at the mention of Wayne, he was always so nice to you back then. “Uh how about you?” Eddie asks as he finally looks you in the eyes and he feels like his heart might burst at how warm and inviting they are, another thing about you that hasn’t changed. Just as you open your mouth to respond you feel a hand on your lower back and you turn to look over your shoulder.
“Sorry took me so long I got stopped by uh I think his name is Dustin?” You smile as Charlie hands you a bottle of water. “He asked me if I could show him how to ride one day.” Eddie and you laugh as you shake your head no making Charlie raise an eyebrow.
“Absolutely not.” You and Eddie say at the same time making Eddie’s cheek flush as you laugh.
“Henderson on a motorcycle is a horrible idea he is clumsy and doesn’t pay attention to where he’s walking half the time so yeah, not putting him on a bike.” You explain making Charlie just nod his head as he looks over at Eddie who is taking a sip of his drink. “Oh I’m sorry. Charlie this is Eddie Munson.” You smile at Eddie as Charlie reaches a hand out towards him.
“Nice to meet you. Heard a lot about you.” Eddie feels his face drop as he sees a matching gold band on Charlie’s ring finger as his left hand comes up to rest on top of your shoulder giving it a little squeeze.
“All good I hope?” Eddie asks making Charlie just chuckle and nod as you smile up at him. “So uh how did you two meet?” He doesn’t know why but he can’t stop himself from asking.
“He came into the coffee shop I was working at while in school one day and then showed up everyday for like three weeks until he finally got brave enough to ask for my number.” Eddie watches your face light up as you tell the story, Charlie shrugs as you give his chest a playful pat with your free hand.
“She’s intimidating.” Charlie jokes and Eddie just nods because he’s not wrong, you may look sweet and polite but you also give off a very distinct vibe that you’re not to be messed with.
“Oh totally.” Eddie agrees making you roll your eyes at both of them.
“Says the ones who look like they belong on the cover of Metal Hammer magazine.” You motion between the two of them and Eddie looks down at his outfit and then over to Charlie and he can’t help but feel as if Charlie is just the blonde biker version of himself.
“I’m flattered.” Eddie teases as he places a hand on his chest. You laugh as Charlie leans down and places a kiss to the top of your head making Eddie look away as if he was intruding on a private moment.
“Do you mind going to get my cardigan from the car?” You ask as you look up at Charlie, he looks from you over to Eddie and gives you a little nod before placing a kiss to your cheek. “Thank you.” You say over your shoulder as Charlie makes his way through Steve’s crowded living room.
“You look happy.” Eddie’s voice is soft and low as he swirls his drink around in his cup, you bite your bottom lip as you nod your head.
“I am,” Eddie just rubs his lips together as you take a small step closer to him. “I’m sorry if this is weird for you I didn’t…I didn’t know you’d be here.” You admit as you reach up and place a hand on his arm, Eddie looks down at your hand and feels his heart crumble as he realizes you only came to this little reunion party because you thought he wasn’t going to.
“Don’t apologize.” You look up at him as you remove your hand from his arm. “I’m the one who owes you an apology. I was…such a fucking idiot. I blew it and I’m sorry.” His words hit you like a ton of bricks as he looks you in the eyes.
“Eddie…” He just shakes his head as he polishes off his drink.
“Don’t.” He gives you a pleading look making your heart drop. “It’s okay. I know you’re happier now and that’s all I’ve ever wanted for you.” You watch him swallow hard as he gives you a small smile. “I just want you to be happy.” You watch his eyes fall down to the ring on your left hand. You don’t miss the way his jaw slightly clenches as he stares at it, you can’t help but feel overwhelmed as Eddie’s words sink in, finally giving you the apology you longed for all those years ago when he broke your heart.
“I uh,” You feel your eyes start to sting as Eddie lets out a sigh and runs his free hand through his hair. “I’m going to go see if Nancy needs help with anything. It was nice seeing you Eddie.” Before he can say anything you turn around and he’s left standing there watching you disappear into Steve’s kitchen.
“Fuck.” Eddie mumbles as he turns to toss his empty cup into the trash. He isn’t alone more than a minute before he feels a hand on his back.
“I should’ve warned you.” Steve’s voice is soothing as he gives Eddie’s back a soft pat. “I honestly didn’t think you’d show up so I figured it would be fine.” He adds as Eddie turns so he can face him.
“It’s fine. It seems no one thought I’d show up.” Steve just shrugs, Eddie has been invited to numerous events and parties over the years and Steve can count on one hand how many he actually attended.
“So…you met Charlie.” Eddie just nods and Steve can’t help but feel bad, he knows even after all this time Eddie’s never fully moved on from you. “He’s a good guy.” Steve knows it’s not what he wants to hear but he also knows it’s what Eddie needs to hear.
“I should’ve tried to get her back.” Steve sighs as Eddie looks over his shoulder so he can see into the kitchen where he spots you laughing as you help Nancy make drinks while Charlie stands off to the side talking to Mike, your cardigan tossed over his shoulder.
“Well you didn’t.” Steve knows he’s being harsh but he knows someone has to say it. “You didn’t fight to get her back so she moved on. Now it’s your turn okay? You’ve got to let her go man.” Eddie feels Steve’s hand on his shoulder giving it a hard squeeze.
“Yeah…you’re right.” Eddie just gives him a soft nod. “I’ve got to let her go.” Steve watches him slowly look away from you.
“Did you just agree that I’m right?” Eddie rolls his eyes as Steve smiles at him, Eddie won’t ever admit it but he’s always been grateful for how easy and comfortable Steve makes it to move on from serious conversations.
“Don’t tell anyone.” Eddie tries his best to sound threatening but it doesn’t work due to the smile on his face as he says it.
“Oh I’m telling everyone.” Steve jokes as he turns and heads off towards Dustin. “Henderson you’ll never believe what Munson just said.” Eddie quickly follows behind Steve before Dustin can even react to what’s happening.
“Don’t believe him Henderson he’s been inhaling too many Farrah Fawcett fumes.” Steve rolls his eyes as Dustin raises an eyebrow at the two of them. Steve watches as Eddie visibly relaxes as he’s surrounded by his old Hellfire crew. Eddie spends most of the evening on the couch with Dustin, Lucas and Will getting bombarded with questions about what he’s been up to while also getting the inside scoop on what they’ve been getting into in their lives as well.
He doesn’t look for you until he hears your voice announcing to Steve that you’re leaving. He stands up from the couch just in time to see Charlie helping you slide your arms into your cardigan before you lean in and give Steve a hug goodbye, your eyes finding Eddie’s over his shoulder when you pull away. Eddie just raises his hand in a small wave as you offer him a smile, he knows this probably the last time he’s going to see you so he takes a mental picture of how good you look with a smile on your face, wanting it to replace the memory of the last time he saw you with tears running down your cheeks and the look of heartbreak on your face. He watches you turn and grab Charlie’s hand as he leads you out Steve’s front door, he watches as you don’t look back at him like he thought you might. When the front door closes it hits Eddie that you’re really gone, not just from the party but from his life as well and for the first time in what feels like forever Eddie feels okay, you’re happy and that’s all he’s ever wanted for you.
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