#I’m so silly maxxed gang

[lolathepeacocklord]

I love my beautiful robot wife who explodes every five seconds🥰🥰🥰🫶🫶🫶🫶

[corroded-hellfire]

AYW request where Reader graduates from college so Ryan, Luke, and Eddie come to her graduation. And then Eddie gives her a little graduation gift of his own...

+ Eddie eating Reader out under her gown right after her graduation ceremony. Like, the moment she walks across the stage, he’s dragging her to the bathroom and diving in.

I am dedicating this to Dr. Bug! I'm so proud of you @munson-blurbs 💚

Warnings: smut, p in v, unprotected (wrap it up), oral f receiving, age gap

Words: 5k

[As You Wish masterlist]

The polyester robe that hangs on your shoulders sways in the breeze as you fetch your cap out of the back seat. The cerulean regalia is a beautiful shade, but it was a pain in the ass to find something to wear beneath it that didn’t clash. The white floral summer dress peeking out now from your unzipped gown was a lucky find that caught your eye while out having lunch with Max one day. 

Cap with a golden tassel securely in your hand, you shut the back door to your sister’s car and walk around the backside to stand next to her. 

“I can’t wait to meet your boyfriend,” your sister teases, as if you’re twelve and not twenty-two. 

You roll your eyes as you lift a hand to shade your face from the blazing sun above. It’s not even officially summer yet but Indiana is coming in hot with those high temperatures this year. 

“Don’t be weird,” you say.

An exaggerated gasp leaves your older sister’s lips, and she presses a hand to her heart, fresh yellow nail polish glinting in the sunlight. 

“Me? I’m never weird.”

“When I was fourteen you told Connor Donald–”

“But you were going to the bathroom!”

“You don’t tell that to a boy when he calls!” Somehow you feel like that teenage girl all over again.

“I just had this feeling about him,” she says with a shrug. Your sister crosses her arms over her chest. “And I was right.”

“Yeah, he was a creep,” you admit. 

The smug smile on her pretty face is annoying enough to have you turning away from her. At the other end of the parking lot, you see a familiar group of men headed your way, and the littlest one breaks away from the herd and races your way, yelling your name. As he gets closer, you spy the hat perched atop his chocolate curls and the cuteness devastates you.

With a gleeful chuckle, you catch Luke as he flings himself into your arms. Using the momentum, you swoop the almost-seven-year-old up and hold him against your hip. Your back and arm muscles protest the effort, but you do your best to ignore them. Truthfully, Luke’s getting heavier and too big for this now, but you can’t bear to stop picking him up—he’s still that baby boy to you. 

“Hey, you,” you greet him.

“You look so pretty!” he tells you as you begrudgingly set him down.  

“Thank you!” you say. “You look pretty handsome yourself in that snazzy fedora.”

Luke giggles and adjusts the brim of the hat so he can see you better. 

By now, the rest of the gang has made their way to you and Ryan is the next one to launch himself towards you for a hug. Wayne goes next and you can tell your boyfriend is purposefully waiting to be the last one. Indeed he was as he brings you into his arms and presses a soft, sweet kiss to your lips. His hands slip below the graduation robe and rest on the soft cotton of the dress that hugs your lower back. 

“Hi,” he whispers against your lips.

“Hi,” you reply just as softly. 

If it weren’t for your sister clearing her throat, you very well might have forgotten that you were at your graduation, let alone there were other people standing around you right now. Such is the power of Eddie and his touch.

“Oh,” you say, face heating up as you take a step back from your boyfriend. “Right. Um, everyone, this is my big sister, Gin. Gin, this is Eddie, Wayne, and the little monsters Luke and Ryan.”

Both boys make silly faces at you in retaliation for their introduction, which you have no problem doing right back to them. 

“It’s nice to finally meet you,” Eddie says, extending his hand.

“Likewise,” Gin replies as she shakes it. 

“Nice to meet you, sweetheart,” Wayne greets your sister. They shake hands as Eddie comes closer to you again, standing behind you and resting his hands on your hips.

“Heard that if it weren’t for you, these two wouldn’t even know each other,” Wayne says, nodding to you and Eddie. 

Ryan’s nose scrunches up in confusion. “Huh?”

“It’s true,” Gin tells the boy with a smile. “My old roommate is friends with your mom. One day I overheard something about someone needing a babysitter and I knew my little sister was available.”

Luke walks over and wraps his arms around your sister’s hips, giving her a big squeeze.

“Thank you for hearing that!”

The adults chuckle and you lean back into Eddie as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

“I don’t wanna go in,” you say with a sigh.

“Where are you going?” Ryan asks.

“I have to go inside with everyone else who’s graduating,” you explain as Eddie’s arms wind their way around your waist. He isn’t making this any easier. “That way you guys get to watch me when I walk across the stage.”

“Ed, would you let the poor girl go?” Wayne says with a sigh, making Gin let out a tittering laugh.

“Don’t wanna,” he says like a petulant child. He presses a kiss to your shoulder before whispering in your ear. “I like your dress.”

“Thank you,” you hum softly.

Silently, Eddie presses his body flush up against yours and you feel his half-hard cock pressing up against the top of your ass. A strangled gasp leaves your lips and Eddie has to bury his face in your neck to hide his smirk.

“I really like it,” he mumbles against your skin.

Sitting in the small arena, in dark green retractable seats that are usually reserved for someone watching a school basketball or hockey game, Ryan and Luke start to grow restless as they wait for the graduation ceremony to begin. Eddie knows they won’t exactly be captivated once it starts either, but he’ll cross that bridge when he comes to it. 

“Luke, can you please sit down? I don’t want to ask you again.”

“When is she coming out?” Luke asks, craning his neck to look around at the stage as he does as his father asked.

“When everybody else does,” Ryan says, also bored, but annoyed by his little brother as well.

“But when’s that?” the six-year-old whines.

“You know,” Gin says with a smile that looks suspiciously like one of Luke’s or Ryan’s when they’re up to something, “I have some pretty funny stories I could tell you about her.”

Eddie is also clearly intrigued by this, a spark of mischief gleaming in his own eyes. 

“Ooh, like what?” Luke asks, already engrossed even though your sister hasn’t begun yet.

“Well, one time,” Gin starts, “she thought she could be like Mary Poppins and fly. She grabbed an umbrella and wanted to climb up to the roof. Our dad followed her into the garage and asked what she was looking for. When she said a ladder so she could go up to the roof, he put an end to her plan. She cried the whole day because she wasn’t allowed to try and fly like Mary Poppins could.”

Luke laughs, tilting sideways until he’s leaning against his big brother. Ryan’s chuckling as well, picturing you being mad because you can’t fly. 

“Are you the big sister?” Ryan asks.

“I am,” Gin says.

“How many years?” Luke asks. “Ryan’s two years older than me. I’m the baby.”

“I’m six years older than her.”

“I’m six years old!” Luke shares excitedly.

“Do you have any more stories?” Ryan asks. 

Eddie and Wayne share a smile between the two of them. Ryan is usually never so open with people he’s just met—he’s always been the shyest in the family. But there’s something about Gin being your sister that has Ryan feeling comfortable enough to be himself. The two of you aren’t identical, though it’s easy to tell that you are sisters. Gin is slightly shorter, and her face holds more roundness than yours does, but there’s a clear resemblance. Especially around the eyes, Eddie notices. They aren’t the exact same shade, but the shape of your eyes and arch of your eyebrows are very much alike. 

“Hmm,” Gin hums as she thinks of another story to entertain the boys with. Eddie can’t help but notice she purses her lips when she’s thinking the same way that you do as well. 

“Oh, okay. She used to make us watch her sing and dance all the time! Especially to New Kids on the Block.”

“Who?” Ryan asks.

Before the stab of feeling old has time to sink in for Eddie, Gin, or Wayne, the lights dim and a blanket of quiet falls over the crowd.

The faculty takes their places on stage and Pomp and Circumstance begins to play over the loudspeaker. Soon, a rolling wave enters the floor of the arena as all graduates file in towards the rows of chairs laid out for them.

Both Ryan and Luke stand, the younger Munson on his tippy toes as he tries to look as far and wide as he can to spot you in the crowd. 

“Where is she?” Luke groans. “Everyone is so blue!”

“Ugh! I can’t find her!” Ryan follows up. 

It takes Eddie a few moments to find you as well. Everyone is matching so he can’t go by what you’re wearing beneath your gown, and it’s even hard to see your beautiful hair with the cap restricting his view. But it doesn’t take your boyfriend very long to spot you, as he’d be able to find you anywhere—even if he was blindfolded. 

“Look, look,” Eddie says, gesturing for his sons to step closer to him. “She’s right there. Next to Aunt Jess.”

Ryan and Luke do their best to follow the direction that their father is pointing in, but it’s hard–even when the graduates all stop walking once they reach their seats. But as Ryan wrinkles up his brow and really tries to examine his dad’s line of vision, his eyes catch on you.

“I see her!” A grin lights up Ryan’s face and it fills Eddie with a warmth that the outside sun could never hope to aspire to. 

After a few more minutes, and once the speeches begin, Luke spies you as well and becomes just as excited as his big brother. Their joy quickly wears off as speaker after speaker comes up to the podium to give some of the most boring speeches Eddie has ever heard in his entire life. He can’t blame his boys for practically falling asleep slumped against one another. 

Finally, the names of the graduates begin to get called and the boys muster up their energy reserves to wait for you. There’s a good chunk of graduates who have their moment before a name is called that the boys recognize.

“Jess Arnold.”

The boys excitedly cheer but become even giddier when they see you’re next up. 

Nothing could have prepared you for the emotion of walking across the stage to receive your diploma. Hearing your name called over the loudspeaker was cool, being up on the jumbo screen for a moment was pretty surreal, but the sounds coming from one particular section of the audience have you choking up as you accept the rolled up piece of parchment from the Dean.

The claps of two small pairs of hands and cheers from those same boys send goosebumps shooting up and down your arms. Luke hadn’t even shouted that loud in excitement when he saw the real-life Hot Wheels cars. Wayne’s whistle joins the noise, that piercing sound making you chuckle as you try to swallow your emotions. Gin’s voice is unmistakable in her cheering—you heard that yelling every day growing up, you’d know it anywhere. But the sound in the cacophony that makes a few tears spill over your lash line is Eddie’s proud and happy “Woo!” that he repeats as you make your way across the platform. You just wish he was waiting for you as soon as you stepped off the stage so you could run into his arms. But as you step down and are about to head back to your seat, you look up and see where your family is up in the stands.

When they realize you’re looking at them, the boys wave excitedly, both hands flapping over their heads. Wayne and Gin both give you waves as well. Your eyes are glued to Eddie though, as he presses his hand to his mouth and then extends it towards you, blowing a kiss your way. A girlish giggle bubbles out of you at the gesture and you blow one right back to him. 

It feels like ants scurrying out of an ant hill as you exit the arena and try to find familiar faces amongst the thousands of family members and friends who are here to support their loved ones today. 

Jess comes up beside you and loops her arm through yours. You flash her a quick smile and the two of you fight your way through the crowd, searching for your people. 

Your name catches your attention and your head whips to the left to see Luke’s small hands cupped around his mouth. It’s a swim upstream as you tug Jess in that direction, but you finally make it to find Eddie waiting with a bouquet of carnations in his hand. 

More tears threaten to spill over as he hands them to you with a smile so full of admiration and pride on his face.

“Congratulations, sweetheart.”

The wrapper around the flowers crinkles in your hand and you make sure it’s held tight in your fist as you throw your arms around your boyfriend’s neck and hug him as close as you can manage. Eddie doesn’t hesitate for a moment, his arms encircling your waist and holding your body up against his.

“Thank you,” you say loud enough for him to hear over the crowd. “I love you so much.”

“They’re from us, too!” you hear Luke say.

With a soft chuckle, you pull away from Eddie who is raising an eyebrow at his boys.

“Are they, now? I must’ve missed the part where you chipped in,” he says.

“You must’ve,” Luke agrees with a shrug.

You laugh and hand the flowers to Eddie so you can pull both boys in for a big hug. Each of them gets squeezed in an arm but they cling to you just as tightly. 

“You were on stage!” Ryan says when you let go.

“And I heard you cheering for me!” you tell him. 

“Can I wear your hat?” Luke asks.

“Oh, I need a picture of that,” you say while nodding your head. 

That leads to dozens of pictures being taken. You with everyone at once, you with everyone individually, you and Jess goofing off before she went off to find her family. Luke takes a handful while wearing your cap but Eddie plops it back on your head so he can take a few more with you. 

Both boys make gagging noises as Gin snaps a picture of Eddie giving you a kiss. Their groans only grow as you wrap your arms around Eddie’s neck and sink further into the kiss, another snapshot being taken.

“Please tell me that one isn’t going to get hung up anywhere,” Luke gripes. 

For the next picture, Eddie wraps his arm tightly around your waist and dips you, causing you to let out a mixture of a squeal and laughter as your hands cling to him for stability. You’re aware of the flash of the camera going off but it’s nothing compared to the brightness of Eddie’s grin as he looks down at you. It makes your heart pound faster than the adrenaline from the feeling of almost falling could ever do.

Once multiple roles of film have been used, the camera gets tucked away and it’s time to get going. Eddie offers to drive you back, just the two of you, since Gin drove you here and she’s headed straight back home. Wayne can take the boys back to give you and Eddie some time alone.

“Thank you for coming,” you say to your sister as you pull her in for a hug.

“I wouldn’t miss it,” she tells you. “I’m so proud of you.” “Thank you.”

It makes you smile to see how the Munsons all hug her goodbye as well–even shy little Ryan. With one last wave, your sister heads towards the parking lot and Wayne ruffles the hair of the two boys.

“Ready, knuckleheads?” he asks.

“Can I wear your cap home?” Luke asks.

“Sure.” You hand the blue piece of regalia to him and instead of switching it out with his fedora like he did for the pictures, he just stacks it on top of his own hat.

“That’s a great look,” Eddie tells him, to which Luke winks in response. 

“Will you take these for me, Ry?” you ask, offering the eight-year-old your bouquet of pastel-colored flowers.

“Of course!” The wrapper crinkles as the boy situates the long stems against his shorter frame.

You press a kiss to both boys’ cheeks before they head towards the parking lot with Wayne. Eddie laces his fingers with yours and you go to follow in the same direction the others just went, when Eddie tugs you back and smacks a kiss to the back of your hand.

“How about a little campus tour before we go?” he asks.

“Oh?” you ask, raising your eyebrows. “Anywhere in particular you want to see?”

Eddie shrugs. “Your favorite spots. Somewhere there’s no one else, maybe.”

“Right,” you say, a smirk tugging the corners of your lips. “Let’s see what we come across.”

Hand in hand, the two of you take a leisurely stroll through the quad of campus. Where there are usually people studying or picnicking during the semester, now there are graduates and families taking pictures and celebrating. The warm day outside leads you to the cool shelter of the student center at the far end of the yard, where you spent a lot of your college days having lunch. It’s mostly empty now, no one having any real need to be in here other than to escape the brutal sun. 

An empty hallway catches Eddie’s eye, and he leads you by the hand to follow him in that direction. His boots squeak against the white linoleum tiles and your heels clack as you step behind in his wake. There isn’t much down this way except for a few offices that are now empty, a room full of vending machines, and some bathrooms. 

Your boyfriend takes advantage of the latter, the empty hallway leading him to believe there will be no one in the men’s room. His gamble is correct as he pulls you in behind him. He moves quick as lightning to turn the lock on the bathroom door, assuring that no one will interrupt the two of you. 

Eddie’s lips are on yours a heartbeat later, both his and your hands going to the zipper of your graduation gown. Neither of you can get it down blindly, but Eddie’s too impatient to make another go at it. Instead, he grips your hips and helps you sit on the peach granite counter behind you. The gown gets rucked up your body, the dress he’s so fond of joining it until they’re both up around your waist.

“Eddie,” you whimper.

“Shhh, shhh, baby,” Eddie croons as he sinks down to his knees. Soft, plush lips trail hot kisses from the inside of your left knee all the way up to the apex of your thighs. Large, strong hands massage up and down your legs as his lips never leave your skin, touching and teasing everywhere except where you need him the most. 

Eddie lets his eyes slip closed not only to let himself enjoy the feeling of having his hands and lips worship your soft skin, but also because if he gets one more look at the wet patch on your purple lace panties, he’s going to rip them off of you and the fun will end far too soon. 

“Eddie, please,” you beg.

“I’ve got you, princess,” he says softly. 

Torturously slow, Eddie’s mouth comes closer to your center, the heat of his breath making you curl your toes before he even comes in contact with you. Brown doe eyes open to look at you, darkened by lust as he finally presses his mouth against your core, kissing against the wet patch of your panties that’s driving him so wild. Pleasure flutters in your pussy, your hole clenching around nothing as Eddie opens his mouth and grips the material of your panties with his teeth. As quick as he grabbed them, he lets them go, letting the wet lace smack back against your clit. 

“God, I need you,” Eddie growls. 

Calloused fingers work themselves up the outside of your thighs and grip the purple material at your hips. You arch your back, head resting against the bathroom mirror, to assist your boyfriend in ridding you of your underwear, which he shoves into the back pocket of his pants. 

Now with nothing between him and your soaked pussy, Eddie eyes it greedily and the way he stares at your bare sex turns you on even more. You choke on a breath as he dives in, tongue instantly running from your hole up to your clit. He decides to keep his attention there, flicking the sensitive nub with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. 

“Fuck,” you moan. Eddie’s responding moan reverberates up your core, adding another layer of pleasure to his mouth on you. 

He hitches your left leg over his shoulder to open you up even more for him, going in to devour you like his life depends on it. His hot, long tongue glides through your folds as he licks at you, not stopping even for a moment to catch his breath–not giving you a moment of reprieve as his mouth works against your pussy like it was made for this.  

You never want this–him–to stop but Eddie’s too God damn good with his mouth for you to last long. 

“E-Eddie, please.” You’re not sure what you’re pleading for as you reach down and grip the curls on the top of the older man’s head in your hand. It takes all of your control not to rut your hips against his sinful mouth. 

Even though you’re not sure what you’re asking for, Eddie somehow knows what you need—he always does. He slips a finger inside of you, quickly followed by a second, as he keeps his mouth working on your clit. His eyes are trained on yours, not breaking contact for a second as his tongue laps at your clit and his fingers pump in and out of your greedy pussy.

If the feeling alone wasn’t about to bring you over the edge, the sight before you was.

“Oh, I’m gonna, I-I’m gonna–”

You don’t have time to finish your thought as your orgasm rushes over you, pleasure sparking throughout your body and leaving a tingle in your veins that only Eddie can give you. Thick fingers continue to work you through it, his tongue not giving up its assault on your clit until he’s wrung every ounce of ecstasy he can from you.

Once your muscles relax and you’re panting above him, Eddie slips his fingers from inside of you and stands up. He wastes no time slipping them into his mouth, moaning as he savors the taste of you. You’d come again just from that if you had the energy. 

“Eddie,” you whisper between labored breaths.

“I love how much you say my name,” your boyfriend says as he leans over your body and presses his lips against yours. 

The sound of Eddie’s zipper being pulled down shoots a thrill of excitement through you as the two of you exchange easy, lazy kisses. His hard cock nudging at your hole has you breaking your mouth away from his, a whimper tumbling from your lips. 

“Yes,” you whine, the only word in your otherwise blank mind.

His initial push into you has you gripping at his shoulders, throwing your head back, which Eddie takes full advantage of and attaches his lips to your throat. The deeper he sinks into you, the harder your nails dig into the back of the button up shirt Eddie wore just for the occasion today. 

“Shit,” Eddie huffs with a small laugh. “I’m not gonna last long, baby. Fuck, been hard since I saw you this afternoon. Couldn’t stop thinking about how bad I wanna fuck you since then. How bad I needed to taste you. Feel that tight, perfect pussy of yours squeezing me so fuckin’ good.”

You lift your head up to look at him through heavy-lidded eyes. 

“Even though m’not your college girl anymore?” you ask through your shallow breathing.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Eddie growls, gripping your hips tighter and adjusting the angle that he pushes into you. “You’re my college graduate. My smart girl. My smart girl who gets so dumb on my cock, doesn’t she?”

“Uh huh.” You nod, your head heavy as the familiar pressure builds up in your lower tummy.

“That’s my girl.”

“So close,” you whine.

“Me too, baby. Come on. Be my good girl and come with me.”

One of Eddie’s hands leaves your hips and his thumb presses against your clit, making tight circles just the way he knows drives you crazy. 

“Fuck,” you groan.

“Let go, princess.”

“Shit, I-I’m coming!”

Eddie spilling into you, coating your walls with his warm seed elevates this orgasm as you hold onto your boyfriend for dear life. Lightning sparks everywhere his body touches yours and pure bliss washes over you like a wave on the surf. 

It takes a few minutes for the two of you to catch your breath. Eddie’s body hovers over yours and, if you’re honest, you’d be fine if he never moved. Eventually, he has to though, which also means pulling out of you. Though you whine at the loss, Eddie is right there to help clean you up and press sweet kisses to your mouth.

“I love you,” he whispers against your lips.

“Mmm, I would hope so,” you tease, throwing your arms around his neck.

Eddie has one arm draped around your shoulders as you walk down the hallway to his apartment door. He keeps pressing kisses to your temple and running the material of your graduation gown between his fingers. 

“What’re the odds the boys will be asleep?” Eddie asks when you’re one door away.

“Slim to none,” you answer with a bark of laughter. “It’s still light out.”

“Details, details.” Eddie grabs the doorknob and tosses the front door open, allowing you to step inside first.

But you don’t even get one foot over the threshold before your eyes take in the sight before you. A large banner reading “Congratulations!” hangs in the archway that leads to the bedrooms and the apartment is crowded with people. Your jaw drops and it takes your brain a few moments to recalibrate. Once it does, you spin around to face Eddie and swat at his arm.

“I told you I didn’t want a party!”

Eddie shakes his head, a shit-eating grin on his face, as he leads you into the apartment and closes the door behind him. All six Harringtons are here, Max, Lucas, and their daughter Tiffany, and Wayne with both boys, who look more mischievous than ever.

“Oh no, this isn’t a graduation party,” Eddie says. 

Nancy steps forward, a sly smile on her face, when you narrow your eyes at Eddie.

“Nope,” she echoes. “It’s an employee performance review.”

You stare at her for a moment, not comprehending her words.

“What?”

She can’t help but let out a small chuckle so Steve steps up to her side to help her out.

“You’re our employee, right? Watch the kids? So, we reviewed your performance and determined it was excellent.”

“Which of course calls for a party,” Nancy explains, gesturing to the living room full of people around her.

“And the fact that it happens to be on the day I graduated college?” you ask, tilting your head to look at Eddie.

“Complete coincidence,” he says with an innocent shrug. 

“Look, look, look!” Luke bounds over and grabs your hand, leading you over to the counter that separates the kitchen and the living room. 

A large sheet cake with vanilla icing and blue piping rests there, bearing the words “Congrats Grad!” in gold lettering.

It brings a smile to your face, but you smile even wider as you look down at Luke and then over at Ryan.

“Did you two know about this?” you ask.

“Maaaaybe,” Ryan drawls.

“I can’t believe you kept a secret from me!”

You pull Luke in against your chest and start to tickle his sides. He squirms, trying to get away from you as he howls in laughter. 

“Ahh! Ryan! Help me!”

Ryan rushes over and tries to tug his little brother out of your grasp, but you’re quicker. You pull the older Munson brother into your clutches as well and he becomes another victim of your tickling. They both shriek and try to run, but you cease your tickling to wrap your arm around each boy and press a kiss to the top of their heads. 

“You little sneaks,” you say.

“Can we have cake now?” is Luke’s only reply. He doesn’t wait for a response before posing another question. “Do you make a wish on graduation cakes?”

“What would you wish for, babe?” Eddie says as he walks over to you. He looks like he’s trying not to laugh, and you furrow your brow. “Would it be to fly like Mary Poppins?”

Your eyes widen as all the heat in your body rushes to your face.

“I’m going to kill my sister.”

[lovebugism]

❛ i’m telling you all of a sudden, but it isn’t new to me. i love you. ❜ with our boy Steve Harrington please?

i wrote this after watching little women, so this is like that one laurie and amy scene but stranger things coded <3 hope you like it!! (this is 5k words btw and barely proofread 🫣)

The R.V. smells like coopery blood, alternate dimension muck, and nine teenagers who haven’t showered in three days. But despite all that, Steve Harrington is next to you, smiling. 

As if there’s anything worth being happy about now. 

He tells you about a dream with a hopeful gleam in his honey eyes, like he believes it’ll all come true — like death is staring him in the face. “I know it’s silly, but I… I always dreamed I’d have this really, really big family. I’m talking like, uh— a full brood of Harrington’s. I don’t know, five… Maybe six kids?”

“Six?” you repeat with an incredulous laugh. You turn your body in the passenger seat to face him more, shoulder pressing into the worn pleather. You’ve got your brows raised to your hairline in shock at his admission and a beam on your face you don’t realize is there.

“Uh-huh. Six little nuggets. Three girls, three boys,” he says with an assured nod. There’s a distant smile hinting at the edges of his lips, and he looks at you with it for a moment before turning back to the road again. 

“And every summer, I figured all of us Harrington’s, we’d pack into something like this, and… just see the country. You know, the Rockies, the Grand Canyon, maybe Yellowstone. We’d end up in some beachside town in California and spend a week parked in the sand, maybe learn how to surf or something.”

You can picture the dream so effortlessly, almost like it’s one you’ve had yourself. 

In some ways, you did.

Steve Harrington was the kind of boy that filled you with butterflies and childlike daydreams. It was more innocent than lusting, more significant than a teenage crush. There was a time you’d wanted to be with him so badly that you could barely breathe. It kept you up at night, fantasizing about a future with a boy that didn’t want you. It haunted your dreams just as often.

You were, perhaps a bit begrudgingly, a part of that stereotype — a girl who wanted all of the things adults thought girls wanted. You longed for a pretty white dress and a husband that cried when you walked down the aisle. You wanted a small house with a white picket fence, a home that’s always loud with laughing children and barking dogs and loving parents.

It was a future you only wanted with Steve.

But he didn’t love you. Not the way he loved Nancy.

Not the way he still loves Nancy.

It’s not a crime he needs to confess to for you to know he’s guilty of it. You can see it written all over his face, in the way he talks about his future family and flits his gaze from the winding backroad up to the rearview mirror to look at her. He’s picturing her in his head the way you picture him in yours.

Knowing someone else is a part of this dreamt-up family and not you is a bitter pill to swallow.

It has you looking back too, at the gang of ragtag soldiers you’re about to save the world with. You glance over your shoulder at all of them, finding them dozing or outright sleeping in the back of the R.V. 

You don’t blame them. The past few days have been hell.

You’re just glad Max has finally found a moment of peace. The redhead lazes between Lucas and Dustin on the couch in the very back. She rests her head on the former boy’s soldier, but you can’t tell if she’s sleeping or not. Lucas has his eyes closed but a smile on his face as he lays his cheek on the crown of her head.

Dustin, on the other hand, looks dreadfully out of place among the two lovebirds. His head is tilted back and his mouth is wide open. Soft snores spill from his throat.

Erica, Robin, and Nancy all sit at the tiny table beside the tinier kitchen. Their heads are either resting on their folded arms or pressing against the window.

The small cushion adjacent to the couch is taken up wholly by Eddie. 

Your Eddie.

His long legs are spread and his back is slouched against the side of the R.V. He’s taking up every bit of room the thing has to offer, which wasn’t very much to begin with. His pink lips are parted and slightly chapped. He blows soft exhales from them that make his chest rise and fall with even breaths. 

Your hands begin to ache with the want to run them through his wild strands of hair, to ease his head to your chest and let the sound of your heartbeat chase away the nightmares that threaten to plague him.

You want so badly to sleep alongside him, but you know that slumber won’t come as easily to you.

Despite the exhaustion that weighs down your tired bones, whenever you close your eyes, you can only see Chrissy’s mangled body on the ceiling of Eddie’s trailer. The image of broken bones and sucked-out eye sockets is stained on the back of your mind.

It’s something you’ll never forget. Not in a billion, trillion lifetimes.

You’re scared you won’t ever sleep peacefully again.

But you’re glad Eddie’s finally resting. Even if you can’t. 

And maybe that’s what love is.

…Love.

You almost can’t believe you’re calling it that. It’s not like you’ve told him as much or anything. You haven’t been together very long, only a few months, but you’re not sure what else to call this feeling. Is it normal for you to want to fight the most powerful dark wizard known to man with your bare hands as long as it means keeping Eddie safe?

The realization that you’re actually moving on from Steve is perhaps more shocking. You were starting to think you’d be fawning over him for the rest of your life, destined to be alone forever while he got married and had kids. But then Eddie came out of nowhere. He swept you off your feet without even trying.

You’d spent so much of your life in love with Steve that you’d forgotten how it felt to be loved. But Eddie reminded you, most ardently so, and you’ve never been happier.

And Steve can see all that.

He can see how you’ve gone to hell and back — quite literally — to keep Eddie safe. He can see how Eddie still manages to make you laugh so hard your stomach hurts, even though death looms overhead like a big, gray storm cloud. It almost makes him angry. Not at Eddie, exactly. And certainly not at you. He’s more so mad at himself for waiting until you were out of his grip entirely to need you like air.

Steve wasn’t an idiot; he knew how you felt about him. He’s known for years. But Nancy was the only girl in his purview for… an embarrassingly long amount of time. Maybe that’s because she didn’t want a single damn thing to do with him at first, and it wasn’t like Steve to back down from a challenge.

But you? You were easy. You were always going to be there. Your love was the only constant thing in his life.

And then it just… wasn’t.

It was like his center of gravity had suddenly shifted or his feet had been knocked out from under him. The loss of you, of something that was never his to begin with, jarred him like he’d been awake with most vigor. Now, he finds himself living in a nightmare — forced to watch you fall in love with someone else while he ebbs slowly from your mind.

You sit with him now — with Eddie — while he and Dustin fuck around with the shields they’d crafted out of tin garbage can lids. You watch them with a smile on your face even though you’re shaking your head at them and telling them something that Steve can’t hear. 

You’ve got a sword in your hand, and you sharpen its steel with a rock. The too expensive thing had been hanging on the wall at The War Zone, and you told Eddie you just had to have it. 

“I’ll just… take up extra shifts at Wayne’s shop,” you reason with a shrug, gaze never leaving the bladed weapon.

“Do whatever you want,” the brunette boy responded nonchalantly as he dropped four cases of ammunition into the red basket in your hand. He smiled down at you. “That just means I’ll get to see you more.”

It hurts Steve for you to be so far away from him. 

You’re just across the small clearing. All he’d have to do is walk over to you, really, but it’s more than just the distance. No matter how close he gets to you, or how far you get from Eddie, your soul’s always going to be with him. 

Steve will never have you like that, and that’s what hurts the most.

He thinks he’s doing a pretty good job of keeping a stiff upper lip about it. He thinks he’s keeping some deep, dark secret, having no idea that he’s all but spilling his guts to Robin. Honestly, he’s just trying to make conversations while they make homemade bombs out of gasoline and glass bottles, but he’s more than obvious. As per usual.

“How long do you think they’ve got?” Steve asks her out of the blue while he pours the chemicals through the funnel and into the flask Robin holds out for him. He doesn’t wait for an answer. 

“Because I thought they’d be over forever ago, you know? I mean… it’s Eddie. She’s, like, totally out of his league, right? But I’m pretty sure they just had an anniversary or something because I saw him buying flowers at Bradley’s Big Buy the other day…”

Robin opens her mouth to get a word in, but Steve just keeps on going going going.

“Unless you think they were for someone else? But let’s be serious, right? He’s a freak, but he’d never do that to her. I don’t know… Maybe he’s just the sorta guy that gets her flower for no reason, and it hasn’t been as long as it feels.”

“Well, I’m pretty sure they—”

“Let’s face it, if he’s doing that for her, they’re probably gonna make it, right?” the boy laughs bitterly to himself. He stuffs a rag into the neck of the bottle. “God, I’m such an idiot… Maybe if I’d done those things, I’d still—”

“I swear to god, if you say you’d still be with Nancy, I’m gonna punch you in the forehead,” Robin snapped suddenly. She’s got a foreign sternness to her tone and a glacial hardness in her blue eyes. She glares at him with it. “You don’t love Nancy, Steve. And she doesn’t love you. So stop going for the easiest thing when you know it’s not what you want.”

He sighs. He knows she’s right. “I just—”

“I get it. It sucks being lonely. I’m pretty sure I’m destined to spend the rest of my life alone, so join the club,” Robin smiles, a tad bit cynically, at him. “It sucks being in love with someone you can’t have. Trust me, I get it. But you need to move on.”

Steve swallows. He almost winces at the thought of that — of never having you. He shakes his head as though to get rid of the idea entirely. “I can’t… I can’t do that, Rob.”

“Then what are you gonna do, Steve?” she asks him with a mirthless, but not unkind laugh. 

She nods her head over to you. You laugh as Eddie spins you in his arms, both of you marveling at how you’ve just nailed a tree on the far edge of the clearing with the knives you’d thrown at it. Steve can hear the sound of your bubbly laughter from where he sits. Its brightness rivals that of the setting sun. 

“Look at her. She’s happy. Finally. So… Just let her be happy,” Robin advises with a shrug. She sets the glass bottle in the box with the rest of them. “I mean, we’re about to stop a dark wizard from ending the world, you know? Some of us probably won’t make it out—”

“Don’t say that,” Steve scolds.

“Some of us probably won’t make it,” she repeats, firmer this time, like it’s something he really needs to hear. “Something could happen to Eddie. Something could happen to her. Do you really want to be the selfish asshole that ruins what could very well be everyone’s last moments together just because you’ve got a bleeding heart?”

She’s being harsh. He knows it deserves it. Now is virtually the worst time to tell you everything on his mind — just when you’re starting to really settle down with Eddie and about to fight some wizard in an alternate dimension.

Something could happen to her. Those words left Robin’s mouth and stabbed him in the heart like a thousand unforgiving knives. Steve can’t fathom anything ever happening to you. Even with the end of the world, with all of you about to fight a war, it never crossed his mind. He can’t picture his life without you in it.

He can’t lose you without telling you how he feels — that he loves you, that he’s always loved you, and that he’s an oblivious idiot who learned that too late.

He can’t lose you at all.

So, against his better judgment and Robin’s sound advice, Steve abandons his work with her and hikes the relatively short distance over to you.

Eddie hasn’t yet let go of you. He keeps his arms tight around your waist and hugs you from behind, pressing the back of you to his chest while his chin sits along your shoulder. His chocolate eyes are stuck on the bullseye you’d carved into the bark of the tree on the far side of the clearing. The four knives you’d thrown, now stuck at the very center of the target, stare back at him.

“This is probably a bad time to be turned on, huh?” he half-jokes, chin bobbing against your shoulder with every word.

“Eddie!” you scold as you wrench yourself out of his grip.

Dustin’s face screws up from where he lounges on the grass beside the both of you. “Gross…” 

You walk away from the two boys to collect your knives from the poor oak tree. Eddie whistles lowly at you while you go — as though he’s never seen you in a pair of jeans before. You throw your middle finger over your shoulder at him in response.

That’s when Steve catches you, when you’re finally alone, and with a tiny white lie of needing to go back to the R.V. for more gasoline. You offer to walk with him, just like he figured you might, because none of you wants anyone to go off alone. Not with Vecna potentially watching you.

You walk alongside him through the thick wood, dodging low-hanging branches and uplifted roots. Steve notices the distant smile dancing on the corners of your lips — a beautiful stain Eddie’s left there.

“What are you gonna do?” he asks you suddenly. “You know, when this is all over?”

Your brows raise at his question, mouth falling softly agape and eyes widening with a far-off look. You look stumped by the simple inquiry, like it’s something you hadn’t thought of yet — of any of this being over.

“I don’t know…” you murmur. “Go back to work, I guess.”

Steve laughs. “We’re gonna save the world tonight, and you’re gonna be back in the office on Monday?”

“Who knows? Maybe I’ll take a sick day,” you joke, just to hear him laugh again.

He lifts a splintered tree limb to get it out of the way for you, then ushers you to walk ahead of him. You mutter a low and shy “thank you” as you walk beneath it. He lets the branch fall again as he follows behind you.

“What about you, then?” you retort. “What are you gonna do after? Since going back to a nine-to-five is so unreasonable.”

“Actually, I was thinking about writing an opera,” Steve quips with a straight face. “I would be the main character, of course—”

“You’re such an idiot,” you giggle with the shake of your head. The airy, sunshine sound makes him smile down at you. His honey-tined gaze swims with longing. You don’t catch it because you’re not looking back at him.

“What do you want me to do, then?”

You tilt your head to catch his stare. Your eyes sparkle and your brows arch with a look both soft and stern. “Honest answer?”

“Of course.”

“I think you should go work for your dad. Try and… I don’t know… make something for yourself—”

“Alright, that’s not…”

“—Because you can’t work at Family Video forever, Steve!”

“You’re not playing fair,” he concedes quietly, laughing under his breath and shaking his head.

He shouldn’t have expected anything less — you did preface an honest answer, after all. It doesn’t make him feel any less bad about it, though.

You’d supported Steve through a lot of shit. Every mindless fight with his parents, every breakup that had him swearing he would never love again, every aspect of his douchebag phase that almost ruined your friendship. You were always soft with him, but never dishonest.

So when he told you that his dad offered him a well-paying job in Indianapolis, it didn’t surprise him when you told him to take it. Despite all the other shit (his broken relationship with his father and his incessant daydreaming of settling down with Nancy, namely), you knew he wasn’t happy in Hawkins.

“Fuck your dad, Steve. This isn’t about him,” you’d said. “You should take it! Starting building your life in the city! And when you’re finally making more money than your stupid dad, you can rub it in everyone’s stupid faces.”

Steve, of course, ended up turning it down.

The salary was high — too high for a boy just out of high school — but he figured no amount of money was worth a wounded pride. 

Steve was scared that it was all a ploy, another thing his dad could hold over his head, another accomplishment that wasn’t really his. And, truth be told, he was less enthusiastic about leaving Hawkins without you. He isn’t quite sure where he’d be in life without you guiding him through a significant portion of it. It made it nearly impossible to picture a life that didn’t have you at the very center of it.

He happily took to be Robin Buckley’s schmuck at Scoops Ahoy (and then again at Family Video) and Dustin Henderson’s unofficial chauffeur instead. He didn’t mind being a casualty of rattrap small town as long as it meant he didn’t have to stray too far from you.

But here you were now, right next to him in this lonesome forest, and still so far away.

You meet his boyishly forlorn expression with a sincere, tight-lipped smile. “You know that I’m right.”

“Yeah, I do,” he scoffs in response. “That’s the problem.”

“When we kill Vecna and save Hawkins for the… thousandth time… You should take that job. I mean, screw your dad, you deserve a life outside of all this shit—”

“So do you,” he argues.

“I’ll make it without you, Harrington. I’ll try to, anyway,” you quip, turning your gaze up to the family of birds sitting high in an oak tree and wishing you were one of them. You shrug to yourself. “I’ll keep on being a secretary at the car shop… Maybe settle down with Eddie.”

That makes Steve stop dead in his tracks. He laughs bitterly to himself, a quiet and venom-coated scoff. “Right. Because living with his uncle in a one-bedroom trailer is such a dream.”

It makes you stop, too, and turn on your heel to face him. You’re surprised to find him so many paces back. Steve sees a flash of hurt strike like lightning across your features, but he’s too hurt to apologize.

“I get it,” you concede with a small, cynical smile. “You don’t like him. You never have. But… He’s a good guy, Steve. If you just got to know him—”

“It’s not that,” he mumbles, cutting you off before he has to suffer through a list of reasons why Eddie’s so much better than he is. The boy’s gaze falls to the forest floor. He kicks a bunch of green pine needles with the toe of his sneaker rather than meet your prying gaze.

“Then what is it?” you retort. “Because I was just trying to help you. I didn’t say to, like, hurt your feelings or whatever. I just know that you want a life in the city, with a big house and a whole bunch of kids—” A laugh spills from your lips as you remember the dream he was telling you about. “You want that picture-perfect life, right? Now you can have it!”

“You don’t know what I want,” he counters quietly.

“Oh, please. I know you better than you know yourself, Steve Harrington—”

“Break up with him,” he blurts.

Your playful smile fades almost instantly. Your eyes search his face for any hint that he might be joking, but all you find is a deeply heartbroken boy. His bushy brows are scrunched together, his eyes glimmering with unshed tears, a puppy-like hurt painting each of his features.

You match his expression of grief with your own. Your face scrunches with a mixture of confusion and sorrow. “Wh… What?” you manage to stutter after realizing you’d been holding your breath.

“I don’t want you to settle down with Eddie,” Steve confesses. A secret he thought he’d take to his grave before ever telling you.

You’re quiet. For several long moments, you’re eerily silent. Even the forest hangs on bated breath. Birds stop chirping, the wind stops blowing, leaves stop rustling. It’s just you and him and a great big world waiting on the both of you.

A frown pulls down the very corners of your mouth. Your eyes go glassy and wide, like a heartbroken baby, and your head jerks back softly, still defensive and unsure.

“Why?” you force through a tightening throat.

“Why?” Steve repeats, finding it somehow within himself to laugh. He takes several short strides to stand with you again. With him closer now, you can see the sadness in his smile and the flush that blotches his cheeks. “You know why…”

You only shake your head in response. The words are far harder to get out. “No…”

“I just… I know it feels like I’m saying it all of a sudden, but it’s… It’s not new to me, you know?” Steve tries his best to explain to you why he’s choosing now, of all moments, to pour his heart out to you. His eyes are as wide and hopeful as the palms he waves out in front of him. “I don’t wanna go into this without you knowing how I feel about you—” 

“Steve,” you agonize in hopes of ending his rambling. “Don’t.”

“—And I just want you to know, in case something happens, that I love you.”

“No,” you say with the defiant shake of your head, your chin quivering and your gaze ice-cold.

“Yes,” he replies, just as stubborn.

“Steve…” you choke out when the name gets hung in your throat. 

A warm tear falls from your lashes and onto the very apple of your cheek. You wipe it away with the back of your hand and use your free one to bat Steve away when he tries to reach out for you. You stumble back from him, heading back the way you came — back to Eddie.

“Don’t, Steve. Just stop it.”

“Why?” he grieves in the softest voice he can muster, wet and warm with his hurt.

“You’re being mean,” you scold.

“I’m being mean?” he echoes with a sad sort of laugh.

“When it comes to you… I have always been second to Nancy. Always. And I won’t be the person you settle for just because she doesn’t want you, Steve,” you rant, voice fragile like glass or flower petals. 

He wants to tell you that he doesn’t want Nancy — that being with the person he loves won’t be settling — but you continue in your lament, and he misses the chance.

“I can’t… I won’t do it, okay? Not after I’ve spent my entire life loving you,” you confess to him, face scrunched in anger. It’s a subtle sort of rage, pointed both at him and yourself.

He watches, feeling totally helpless, while you wipe bitterly at your damp cheeks. Steve’s seen a lot of assholes make you cry. He never dreamed he’d be one of them. 

Robin was right. He’d ruined everything. It seems to be the only thing he’s good at these days.

“I’m sorry,” he calls to you as you walk away. “I wasn’t… I didn’t say it to make you sad.”

“You shouldn’t have said it at all!” you shout back, angrier than you’ve ever been with him. You take in a stuttering breath and exhale a shakier sigh, trying to calm yourself down again. “I just don’t get why you waited so long…” you agonize, words wet with tears. “Why did you wait until I was happy? Eddie… Eddie’s so nice to me, Steve. And you just… You just throw this shit at me right before we... That’s not fair.”

“I know…” he murmurs. “I know…”

The world starts turning again. 

Birds sing their songs, sounding somehow sadder than before, as though in lament for the brokenhearted boy. The wind begins to whistle as it brushes through the trees. It’s only half successful in breathing air back into your lungs.

A rustling of the brush gains both of your attention’s. It sounds like something is slithering somewhere in the thick laurel — a rabbit, a snake, a dark wizard out to kill a bunch of sad teenagers. 

You and Steve are alone, heartbroken, and clear targets for a monster who feeds on traumatized kids.

Though it’s entirely unlikely that Vecna has crawled out from the depths of the Upside Down and into these woods, you and Steve reach for your respective weapons anyway — him for the axe strapped to his back and you for the knives hanging on your belt. You’re ready to protect each other despite your distant anger.

But instead of some shriveled skin creep, you find freaks of a different kind.

The pale human faces of Dustin and Eddie peek out from the brush with curious smiles. They maneuver through the thicket and try to avoid the thorns. “What’s going on over here, huh?” the oldest boy wonders with his signature sparkling grin.

It’s almost scary how you so easily contort your features full of grief into a sickly sweet, artificial smile. You swipe the back of your hand over your face again to clear the tears clinging to your lashes, though it looks like you’re only wiping away sweat.

“Nothing,” you answer quickly with the innocent shake of your head. “Steve was just being an idiot—”

“Imagine that,” Dustin scoffs.

“—And saying stuff he doesn’t mean.”

“That’s not true,” Steve mutters, then clears his throat when the words come out more choked than expected.

“Just wanted to make sure you weren’t out here making moves on my girl, Harrington,” Eddie lilts with a playful smile. He reaches you and wraps a heavy arm over your shoulder to tuck you into his side. 

His sudden touches stopped surprising you a long time ago. You realized early on in your relationship that he can’t go without touching you for very long.

Eddie squints teasingly at Steve. “Go get your own.”

The boy doesn’t have a comeback at the ready. He isn’t sure of what to say, anyway. Eddie’s jokes aren’t as funny when they aren’t jokesanymore. He was just sort of professing his love to you and getting his heart stomped on in the process. He should probably be used to the feeling by now, but it stings like it’s brand new.

You’re grateful for Eddie’s appearance and the bickering that seems to follow him wherever he goes. It’s easy to get lost in his words, let all the sarcasm run over you, and forget the bullshit that came before it.

“We should head back before the others think we got abducted by Vecna or something,” you urge, desperate to get away from these woods and from this moment.

Dustin listens to you without question because he always listens to you. And Steve listens because he wants an escape just as much as you do. He’d rather go back to Robin and all her “I told you so”’s than keep watching Eddie hold you like he is now.

“What do ya say we skip this joint and have our own fun out here?” the wild-haired boy jokes, already leaning down to press a kiss to your mouth.

“Eddie, don’t—” you huff, but otherwise don’t fight him. It’s only an innocent peck, a loud smack upon your lips, that makes Dustin mutter “gross…” under his breath as he walks away. 

And if he heard it, that means Steve heard it.

You keep your eyes open all the while. You feel a bit numb, actually. A little like you’ve just kissed a ghost. You feel as cold as one, as distant and not all there. Eddie holds your hand the entire walk back to the clearing, but you have a hard time feeling it.

You feel a bit like woods surrounding you. You’re all crowded and heavy with sadness. You can’t tell if your grief is your own or if you’re feeling Steve’s too, because you can’t seem to take your eyes off him.

There’s an entire forest within you, you find, and Steve’s carved his initials into every tree.

[darthpastry]

Part 4 of rewatching FNaF ig

Vanessa: Oh yeah, you might also quit your job because of the kids that went missing years ago. Mike: … come again? Vanessa: Silly animatronic band :)

———

Mike: Can we get back to the whole “kids went missing” thing please? Vanessa: You don’t know what I’m talking about??? Guess I’ll infodump. Darn. Very sad. ———

According to the subtitles, Max’s brother’s name is Jeff. I like to just call him Trash though. Not to insult him, but so that the pizzeria wrecking crew can reasonably be called Trash and the Gang. ———

Trash and the Gang: *wrecking the pizzeria*

Cupcake: wake up y’all, I thirst for blood on this fine morning. ———

Jeff dropping that crowbar sounds so much like the 6am bells, so that’s cool. ———

Chica: Woe, cupcake be upon ye. Bonnie: *standing right next to her.* Hehe, yes >:)

[idkwhatimdoingbutrandom]

CIRCLE SEASON SIX EPISODE FOIVEEEE SORRY IM LATE

I can not BELIEVE it took us so long to get to the first blocking of the season

I really feel like no one can fully blame Myles for suspecting Steffi because basically everyone was and for somewhat good reason? Except all of the reasons were based on the misinterpretation of AI lmao

Myles seems really nice

Lauren really talks like she knows she on camera, which makes sense considering she is (or was?) a streamer. Everyone else kinda talks like they’re just talking to themselves. 

You can TELL Steffi was pissed during her convo with Myles and ykw… I would be too lmao. 

There is NO WAY production doesn’t tell people what to say in their goodbye messages. I’ve thought this for a while, but it is SO obvious this season with Steffi and was super obvious last season. 

I love Brandon 

Caress is SO BAD at this game LMAO

Cassie is so silly lol

Omg they’re revealing Max. I hate that they made him so nice. I didn’t think they’d reveal him right away. I personally prefer the Spice Girls twist because that season… SOOO GOOD. The AI twist is just boring in comparison. 

No one guessed it was Max so if anyone puts a target on Myles’ back, that’s freaking stupid. 

… sorry Lauren :(

Myles is a good chatter. One of the best at the game so far. 

Ok Cassie’s #BlondeMoment message was NOT that serious. It seemed VERY jokey to me. She’s ALSO blonde??? 

Someone SHOOT ME I JUST SPOILEDDDD IT GOING INTO THE TAG IM GONNA THROW UP

I WISHHHH Brandon got to go in as himself :(((((( he would’ve done so much BETTER 

Cassie DID NOT come for Myles, it was NOT that serious???? I really don’t understand this one. I felt like she was just adding on to the “hurdur AI engineer” joke?

I’m tired of all the “let’s make an alliance/who should I have an alliance with” convos. Can we play a game. This used to be fun. I completely understand that it makes complete sense strategically, but let me at least pretend that everyone is forming real friendships lmao

The games are NOT as slick as the past seasons. Like come on… “poor-traits”… at least let people CHOOSE to be shady. 

Some of these pairings are just SO OBVIOUS for this portait thing

QT IS SO DAMN PRETTY and very good at this game. 

Cassie PLEASE make another alliance. 

HOW can Myles say he meant the snake portrait as a joke when he couldn’t take the BlondeMoment as a joke??? And then started to tell QT about hoe Cassie is this sneaky, lying person? Line hello???

MYLES ACTUALLY REVEALED HE DID IT??? MYLES YOUR GAME!!! WHAT ABOUT YOUR GAME???? IT WAS ANON FOR A REASON. At least he’s being gracious about it… interesting 🤔 

Cassie should’ve ACTED like she forgave him and then started chatting smack about him with people who don’t already have a little alliance with Myles. Not forgiving him is bad for her game too, imo. 

MYLES don’t trauma dump to us trauma dump to the circle for your game gang 🙏🏾 what ever happened to “what would you do with the money” manipulation LMAO

QT is GOOOOD at this. Like this isn’t just a conversation about making an alliance, but it’s her GENUINELY MANIPULATING THE GAME!!!! GOOD JOB GIRL!!!! She didn’t have to say the “let’s make an alliance” thing, she could’ve left it there and she would’ve done good. But I understand the need for assurance. 

[bellysoupset]

hii i’ve been crazy busy and haven’t been able to chat at all!!! but i’m def here reading everything you’re posting and loving your fics (as usual <3)

i gotta be honest, i wasn’t sure about max at first but he’s growing on me!! lowkey need the throuple now but also vince and wendy are on unsure footing already about vin moving back so idkkk

also vince NEEDS to move back rn 😤 i miss the gang being all together so much. alsooo leo and jonah are so cute. and jd!!! the prettiest, sweetest little kitten to ever exist?!?

absolutely loving that lucas has his groove back. being all busy and social suits him so much.

btwww i was thinking about bella and wendy the other day, and i realised that we don’t see nearly enough of the two of them goofing off and doing stupid shit together. need a fic of them being dumbasses for once, like that one luke and vince fic where max had to drive them home lmao. would love to see jon or leo having to deal with their drunk asses who think everything under the sun is the funniest thing in the world. 🍄

Hiiiii 🍄!! Finally got to this, I'm only 20 days late? I'm so so sorry!!

I know, Vince NEEDS to be back, but here's the thing... I think I actually made him adapt too well? Both him and Wendy are rocking the long distance! And now I'm sitting here wracking my brain to write his coming back, which I know I want, but like. Sir. The reasons you moved away are still the same and you guys made it work........

In summary, I'm a very silly idiot. I'll figure it out tho, its fine. These characters don't obey me anyway

I completely agree that Bella and Wendy need to be IDIOTS together! Thing is, Bella and Wen are in opposite ends of the drinking ability, Bell can drink anyone under a table and Wendy is a lightweight. So if I get them both wasted.... Wen is ending this night in a hospital lol.

Bella also has all the chaos energy to get them in jail, unlike Luke/Vince who are relatively harmless 😂😂

JD really is the cutest little bean i love her sooo much. @when-jaguars-are-sick posted her OCs' pets recently and I was FAWNING over the kitten named Apple!

[golden-web]

In the center of the room is a stage filled with amazing items, dangerous items. Chad sits down and the rest of the gang follows suit. I smile as they continue their chatter.

“That’s what I want.” Chad says, pointing a large black peice of metal. “Vibranuim. Any of you know what it is?” Everyone shakes their heads and I join in, even though I’m quite familiar.

“He can buy it, but he can’t leave with it.” Shuri whispers in my ear.

“Strongest thing on earth, super powerful. This country in Africa was hoarding it, hiding it for years. Never letting scientists discover its true potential.” Chad monologues.

Shuri scoffs in my ear and starts muttering in Xhosa.

“I have many plans for it.” Chad finishes with a smirk. The boy next to him claps him on the back and the start a conversation.

More people come in. Everyone college age or younger. I guess the black market does start young.

“Where are all the adults?” I mutter to the girl still clinging on my arm.

“You’re so silly! Kids have deniability, and we have to learn the business sometime!” She giggles. School for rich criminal activity. Gotcha.

The auctioneer is the oldest one in the room when the show stars, even then he’s only 30 max.

“Welcome, welcome. I will guide you through this experience tonight. We will be going lot by lot. Starting with this!” He waves his hands to a suitcase. An assistant walks over and opens the case. Rubies, about a couple hundred the size of golf balls.

“This is going to take all night.” Shuri mutters. More time for me to get close to my new buddy Chad.

[just-call-mefr1es]

HELLO it’s anon again!!! (but i’m not anon anymore i came out of my shell hello.) i did in fact eat up the entire thg au. and if you don’t mind, i have a couple of questions :3

1. do you have anyone to take the place of president coin? in thg, snow was captured and kept in the “capitol” or whatever it was after the war (idk i haven’t read thg in forever excuse me) but you did mention the ghost gang killing him while he was still in power. which is definitely cool but idk id just love to hear more about that whole thing

2. and honestly don’t mind me but i do have a lil idea to incorporate tbosas with the au. i will not go into the extremities but

max = either tigress or sejanus … although tigress makes more sense i am leaning towards sejanus. i’d have to dm you to explain that in full detail which would include a LOT of ranting but. yeah.

lucy gray baird = no idea!!!😊💗 i’m just having silly thoughts and i’m dumping them here. i am so sorry.

i probably have more thoughts but uh. well. i forgor /hj

goodbye and thank you for listening??? reading??? idk i’m sorry i really am

rahh thankyou so muchhh😭💗💗happy to answer questiones:33

1. for coin- ive honestly tried to think over someone good to be in her place, but have gotten nowhere💀💀 i was just thinking of making someone random there but idk, so im probs gonna jafe to do a lil bit more timeline tweaking becus well times gonna time and i vhanged a lot of things compared to the og hunger games🤕 ill let u know if i made any big changes tho💞 ill also talk more about the og basement boys™️ killing pres sh@w more in some other post because i have other things to say and i think itll fit better in its own post:3

2. i have been thinkij about incorporating tbosas into the au and i am rlly loving ur idea for max to take the place of tigris or sejanus, but at the same time theres a shitoj of stuff that needs to be figured out regarding how im gonna fit the gr@bber into curl ur anus’ backstory and 😵‍💫 i will think into it further tho and id love to hear ur rants!!!!! feel free to flood my asks/dms<3

and no need to be sorry!! i love hearing other peoples thoughts on this au:D i mean, it has been stalking my mind for months so 🥲

[cringetownusa]

KH ANON HERE AGAIN!! i have continued my silly AU (it’s a bit long but )

max pretty much just coughs and sputters and asks where the siblings are trying to go. “ever heard of a, uh.. disney castle?” yakko says, and max immediately explodes. he starts to reconsider his adventuring for a moment. he tells the siblings to follow him, and he heads backwards to his town. along the way, he explains his story, and they explain theirs’; they’re looking for information about their parents, and he’s looking for an adventure. yakko comes up with an idea. they end up setting camp late at night, the other two sibs asleep before he playfully elbows max. “why don’t me and you form a partnership, maxxy? you want an adventure, and i’m definitely going on one, eh?” . max agrees, and the gang are now going to be on their own quest. yakko is a bit of a worrywort when it comes to his siblings, so he tells them to stay in town while him and max go on a little walk to map out what’s around disneytown. (think of how caring he was in wakkos wish. also this will not stop them by the way do you think dot would simply let this slide.. NO WAY) due to max’s role in the kingdom, he’s able to get them a place to stay in the castle (they cause havoc once or twice but queen minnie thinks they’re silly). when yakko finds out that the king is missing and queen minnie doesn’t know about the warners’ parents (they have somewhat of an idea that they were well known, but haven’t figured out they were royalty.) the quest continues, dot and wakko swearing up and down to stay on their best behavior and not move an inch (LIES!)

dot and wakko plan to sneakily follow their brother on that little walk until they run into a certain trio of ducks.. none other than HUEY DEWEY AND LOUIE (in KH canon theyre their classic selves but this is an AU so i say they are their dt2017 counterparts..) dewey LOVES adventure and you know who has a history with lost family adventures? exactly. the boys feel for the warners in that sense, and they don’t have much on their plate besides running the shop.. so what’s a little adventure… (oh no guys pls stop being reckless WHERES UNCLE SCROOGE)

meanwhile yakko and max are getting along GREAT. they find out they have quite a lot in common. yakko realizes outside of his sibs, he really doesn’t have any friends, but thinks this is a really good chance to get to know someone and make a friend as well (cough… or more…) and although he may think he’s super smooth and suave he hasn’t really ever actually FELT what it’s like to have a crush, so he is completely taken aback by why he’s sweating so much and fiddling with his hands around this guy he just met a day ago. max is in the same boat, and he’s more obvious about it, but yakko thinks he just is a awkward person (affectionately speaking of course). max opens up to yakko about his current situation, and how even though he loves his dad, he wants to feel like more of a max goof and less of goofy’s son. yakko opens up to max about how he loves his sibs but can’t help but feel worried about letting down his sibs (caring big brother moment </3) all at the same time, yet he doesn’t want to show them a side of him that isn’t silly and collected. max is just like .. oh man i know what that’s like, feeling like you have to be something you can’t always be, but you’ll realize that the people who love you will love you for you. and yakko hugs him. which is unexpected for BOTH of them but it is gladly returned, and then the two cough and turn away from eachother. “uh.. thanks, max. thank you.” “NO PR-*hyuck*oblem” “is that your laugh? oh maxie ol’ pal, no wonder you’re a goof. i like it. *wink* *taps him on the nose*” (cue max exploding inside moment.)

*wakko and dot inside a nearby bush with a pair of binoculars shared by both of them*

“is he crushing?”

“Oh yeah. BIG time.”

(also i love the HC that yakko’s eyes turn into hearts and his tail wags around max that is so cute. i cant.) i picture him looking around and walking into Huey dewey and louie’s store and being like.. hey you guys have sunglasses by any chance?

“uh isn’t it winter?”

“Don’t ask.”

(i have more about this AU i’ll send next time, MORE ADVENTURE !! this was more about them in the beginning stage HAHA)

Ok Hi I literally got to this months late I'm not great at staying on top of my askbox. This is SO cute I love Yakko and Max's bonding, I love the little nose boop, I love Yakko still being a worrywart for his siblings. I LOVE that Yakko catches on REAL fast that he's going to have to start hiding his eyes, he knows right away this is a big time crush, even if he's going to deny everything lol. I share the eye headcanon, although if you're familiar with me and my fics you knew that already. Do you have any of this written somewhere?

[maaxverstappen]

hellooo! what r u most looking forward to in the 2024 season

hi!! so this might be a long answer bear with me.

there were a lot of things last season that were good for Me personally. as a big max fan i do in fact enjoy the broken records and the max domination. at the same time (!) I’m a big mclaren girlie who wants to see lando and oscar on top, which we also got during the latter half of last season.

so, it’s looking good for me. i am looking forward to a continuation of the latter half of the season, I’m carefully hopeful for a first lando win. also would love to see charles back up there fighting with max. star crossed enemies (lovers) and all that.

I’m also really looking forward to the media this season! with a big silly season coming up And the driver news we’ve already had, i think we could have some good press moments from the whole gang.

all in all, much to look forward to and i can’t wait :)

[my-humble-abode]

This is for @heir-of-the-chair​, who was curious about my RwD binder!

It’s all digital for the moment, because a) I don’t want to print out new versions of all the character stuff after s3 comes out, and b) I started it right at the end of the school year, and I don’t have a printer, so I’m going to have to wait until school starts again at the end of January to be able to print anything on the school printer anyway.

Let the tour begin, I guess

This is the whole folder - we’ve got extra little folders for analysis and breakdowns of things, character profiles of NPCs and PCs, folders for my silly little sketches and fics (both of which are so self-indulgent that I probably won’t share them tbh, but honestly? who knows. also maybe i’ll draw/write something that i’m more inclined to share at a later date), then you’ve got theories, which is currently empty, but will probably be filled very quickly the second the first episode of s3 drops, and then the final folder is the in-progress transcripts of all the episodes.

There are also just some documents with my personal favourite moments from the show, the descriptions of their gala outfits (for possible drawing purposes later, especially Dani), an incredibly quick domino effect meme I made (which I’m happy to share if someone wants it) and then my personal modern headcanons for the crew (which I may also share if anyone is interested).

These are all the NPCs that I currently have profiles for - either because they’re really interesting, I love them, we have a lot of information for them or they’re somewhat important to any of the characters. You can see that some of them (Cressida and Elyse, my beloveds) have had more work done to them than others and that is because a) we have a fair bit of information for those two and b) I love them. There are a couple of important NPCs that aren’t here, mostly from s2, and the reason for that is because we don’t really know a whole lot about them, and definately not enough to fill a profile with. Mystra isn’t there yet, and neither is any of VR-LA’s old crew, because anything on any of those is entirely reliant on whatever happens in s3.

NPC character profiles include the character’s name, their race, their resident wierd little dude (if they have one - this is basically just Cressida and also maybe Hira? undecided on whether to count the frost salamander as a wierd little dude or not. also not 100% on if Lula counts, so), their appearance, personality, any character arc they may have (this one is particularly for Ione and Elyse, both of whom have some fairly major events and changes that we see), any relationships they may have with the rest of the crew or other characters, any noteable magic items/characteristics/quotes and, if known, their plane of origin, max HP, AC, alignment and age.

The character profiles for PCs are broken down further into one-shot PCs and guests, and the crew of the Per Aspera.

One-shot PCs and guests includes exactly who you thought it would: the Curse of the Amulet gang and our boy Hans. Yes, the Curse of the Amulet gang have last names, no, none of them are there, yes that is because I both keep forgetting to write them down and also I don’t know how to spell some of them. Also, yeah, most of the Curse of the Amulet crew haven’t been worked on yet, this binder is still a definite work in progress. I will get there though, I swear!

The crew of the Per Aspera is also very self-explainatory regarding who it includes, it is our main four PCs. Dani’s is the largest so far because her’s was the first one I made, and so, while it is also unfinished, it has had a bit more work put into it than the other three.

PC profiles include the exact same information as NPC profiles, but they also include who plays a character, a character’s class and a lot more detail, especially in the backstory department.

Like I said, the drawing and fic is just for me, and the theories folder is empty, so I’m not going to be putting screenshots of those in.

The transcripts folder is very organised, with a folder for level-ups, one-shots, Q and As and a folder for each season (although s3 is obviously empty right not). Each transcript includes a description of the episode up top, as well as a list of NPCs that make an appearance. In terms of completion, s1 ep1 is the only one with any real progress made, I’m about half an hour in, and it is taking approximately forever.

There’s the beginning of ep1, if anyone is curious as to how I’m formatting those.

But yeah, that’s basically the whole will-be binder! (I do have a physical binder to put them in, it’s just not with me right now, so no photo of that, I’m afraid). Happy to share specific things or give more detail or any of that jazz if people are interested, but. Yeah!

[busterheadspace]

Nostalgia Gone Wrong

Hah. Here’s another whump fic. This is really Angsty so be warned. Okay.  Send a prompt if you. Just click on my profile to find it

—-

“Brett, I know why you’re doing this!”

The voice could barely be heard as Brett lifted a can of Nostalgia Max. He laughed knowing that his best friend would soon join in this happy dream. They would stay together like a family! Watch all the silly tv shows and play around in this town! Forget about everything in the present! Happy! Happy!

“All this junk was important to you because you were using a fake family to make up for your crappy one!” Reagan pulled the VHS tape that was his favorite TV show. Brett growled, a burst of anger remembering what his real family did. The container of Nostalgia Max is directed right on top of Reagan, slowly tilting. Her expressions changed for a moment, a spark of fear before going back to determination.

“Fight it Brett! Come on!” The yelling from his best friend made him angry. His mind circled with everything they could do once she was in a playful state. He lets out a loud scream as he moves the whole container to tilt all the way. All the Nostalgia Max falls onto the scientist as she shrieked. Her eyes glowed green before Brett released her. Her body lands pathetically on the ground, face on the ground.

“See Reagan. Do you see all those fun stuff thar happened! Wouldn’t it be good to relax and be a family!” Brett cackled as he dropped down. There wasn’t a response but it might have been from all the memories rushing into her mind.

However after a couple minutes, Reagan was still lying there with no response . He looked at her confused before walking toward and lowering himself to her.

“Come on! Let’s go hang out!” He exclaimed as he grabbed her shoulder. He sat her up, expecting a smile or something but what he saw was not expected.

Reagan’s eyes were wide and glowing green. Only pupils could be faintly seen. Her breathing was uneven and slow. There was blood on the side of her head from the fall but no where else seemed injured .

“Hey..? What.. wrong?” Brett asked. All the thoughts of enjoying themselves faded. He shook Reagan but it got nothing out of her. “Reagan..?” His eyes loose the green glow. The Gang took it as a sign to move closer to the scene

“What's happening to her? Shouldn’t the Nostalgia Max make her feel Nostalgic and all those good feelings?” Brett asked Andre. The doctor bent down, his fingers finding a pulse. Then he touched her face. No reaction. Usually the scientist would have flinched away but something was clearly wrong.

“Stop right there!" The two police officers they met earlier held their guns at the group.

"Oh fuck this. I'm done with this god forsaken town. Take this you 80 fools!" Myc released a large amount of his goo at the officers. The group took it as a moment to escape back to the jet. They weren't staying here any longer than they needed to. Brett was carrying Reagan, many thoughts going through his mind. This wasn't how it was supposed to go! They were supposed to be joking around and having fun. Not running away like this

—

"She was poured with a whole can of Nostalgia Max?" The Cogito doctor and the scientist who distributed the Nostalgia Max came to help. She was sitting in a chair, eyes half close but still glowing

"Yup. Someone.." A glare at Brett. "went mad and did it. Is there anything you can do to get her out of this state?"

"Usually these chemtrails are supposed to make you feel happy about the past. I've had workers fall into those containers but they would just get really kiddy and we could taze them out of it. I've never seen this reaction.. you guys know anything about her background."

"She was a MIT"

"Family background. Childhood. Personal life."

"Well her dad.. you know Rand Ridley..the old boss he wasn't the best father. He made her terrified of hugs and wasn't really there for her. Lonely for most of her life. Some drugs and drinking problems. That's all we know." Brett responded.

The scientist looked at him, a little shocked and flipped through his notebook. He found the page and took a moment to read it.

"Shit.. That theory might be true. We thought about how someone with a bad childhood would react to Nostalgia Max. No one became our tester of course but it seems like she's in a comatose state. Maybe it's more repression to a deeper state r the memories keep resurfacing in a loop. That's main theories"

"Can you get her out of it!? She can't be like this forever right?"

"She was not reacting to anything but.. I have an idea." The doctor held a memory gun in his hand. "I could try to wipe it."

"What are you waiting for them! Do it!" Glenn yelled.

"But.. I'll have to wipe her whole mind out. Who knows how many memories she's repressed throughout her life and the whole container was dumped on her. That is a lot of mind messing in there."

"NO! You can't do it!" Brett yelled. Everyone looked at him. "I'm sure it'll go away like it happened to me..."

"She's in a comtose state! Do you really want her to be in this state? Weeks, months, the rest of her life'!

"I'll take care of her! Please!"

"This is all on you Brett. You were the one who fucked with her mind." Myc said with a a tentacle pointing to him. The rest of the Gang nod. The pain in Brett's chest grew but he nodded with a forceful smile.

"Here. You don't have to bring her if she gets wiped. But if you make the choice.. do it at your place and then we can take over. The memory gun was handed to him. He glanced at Reagan

'She can fight through it. She's Reagan. She'll be okay.' He reassured himself. Surely he didn't need it

—

Weeks had passed. Nothing had changed with Reagan. She just sat there,  staring into space. Brett had to force feed and try to clean her the best he could. It was midnight and Brett was looking at her as she sat on the couch. The glowing from her eyes was still strong as ever.

"Reagan. Say something. Anything" Brett said. There was no response, nothing ever since they came back from the 80s mission.

"Come on.. Give me a reason to keep you like this." Brett pleaded. He grabbed onto her shoulder, holding his breath. He couldn't cry. Not now "I'm sorry.. You were right. Nostalgia is bullshit. Just come back. Please" Waves of emotions were hitting him now. He squeezed his eyes as his head dropped to her legs. "Don't leave us. Don't leave me.."

Nothing was said. Brett lifted his head as tears streamed down his face. The memory gun on the table reminds him of what the doctor said.

'Do you really want her to be in this state? Weeks, months, the rest of her life?'

He was right. Brett didn't want Reagan to be stuck in this. This was all his fault and he had to make it right. Shakily he grabbed the gun, a finger on the trigger. The point of the gun touched the side of her head. Brett gave one last look, hoping Reagan would protest or freak out. But all there was a blank face.

He looked away as he pulled the trigger. A loud noise came out and when he looked back, the green and glowing were fading away. Finally, after weeks, her eyes close fully. A quiet sigh came out as well.

Brett sobbed, dropping the gun on the floor.  Why did he do it? He just wanted to have fun with the Gang. He wanted Reagan to experience the 80s and relax after working so much. Together.. like a family

But now she was gone. The company lost her, the Gang no longer had a leader, and Brett.. lost his best friend forever.

[commander-spaceboy]

You. Ask game. Uhhhhhh Electra pls thnx I love u

Omg ily💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞

Also dw if u ment stex ur getting stex. If u ment cats ur getting stex. Win win in my book!

Sexuality Headcanon: tbh I don’t think he knows, or particularly cares if he’s being real u know?

Gender Headcanon: He/Him Trans masc

A ship I have with said character: Electraboose

A BROTP I have with said character: Tbh he really only knows like 7 people max, so like maybe Purse?? It would make the most sense but like u know,, he’s good pals with all of the components.

A NOTP I have with said character: I’m not a big fan of and of the individual components and Electra. Like all of them being a Polycule is rly funny so it can stay but like just Electra and like Wrench? No thanks.

A random headcanon: Electra could probably just shift his colors at will since hes like,,, technically a robot, so he could be like blue and yellow instead of blue and red, but also those are like his favorite colors lol

General Opinion over said character: I LOVE ELECTRA. He’s so silly to think about like, he’s an over dramatic robotic bitch who likes attention and constantly has a little gang of girlbesties to hype him up.

[tangiblejournal56]

7/5/11

Dark dreams, landscapes of worst-case-scenario.  I believed when I woke up  that Max had died, & the tears poured out of me without cease, even after the fog of sleep cleared away & my senses returned, realization that Max was fine.  Still, tears.  I texted him, “You’re alive, right?”  An hour later he responded, “Yeah, why?”  Told him of my absurd terror & how silly I knew it was.  “Eeek, I’m sorry,” he answered.  Should’ve probably kept it to myself, he has enough dreams of his own about his demise.

The awful morning however was not indicative of how the rest of the day turned out thankfully.  A phone call from the deli, I go in Friday to sign the papers to begin working, a giant weight off my shoulders.  Employment finally, & I am thrilled for this languid laziness to end.  Josh, Jacob & I drove to the mall, where I sat in the food court, talking to Pnut on my phone while eating a large slice of greasy disgusting cheese pizza.  He told me it finally dawned on him that I’m not around, & won’t be for awhile.  I felt a pang of guilt for not being there if he needed me, though I know that he’s never really needed me for anything, other than to hang out, & general sisterly support.  I miss my little brother, the golden child.  We talked about his & Stine’s new house, her looming birthday, him going to school for criminal forensics, me moving to Portland, Jess’s selfish ways, his disappointment in her not said aloud but thick in his tone.  No one has ever disappointed him like she has, & I don’t think he’ll ever allow anyone else to have that chance.  This bothers me, the idea that he could become hard to the world.  He’s my sweet little brother, he should always be innocent & unaware of how awful the world can be.

After the mall we went to Half Price Books, where I was extremely tempted to blow my last $15 on Proust, but managed admirably to abstain.  Instead I poured over the art section, flipping through Picasso & remembering how much I love cubism, that strange, rare feeling it elicits in me.

I feel like I’m stuck in this cyclical vacuum of inaction.  It’s draining any feelings out of me.  I’m starting to feel dead.

But I have a job I’ll soon start.  And these absurd conversations with Max, the run-on nonsense:

“Room is still still.”

“Nash & Young.”

“Younger Gang.”

“Kool?”

“Runnings?”

“Stunnings.”

“…You win.  Mon.”

“I win?  Ha!  Barely had to use my A game!”

“I bow in all of my inferiority before your looming greatness.”

Words put together completely unintelligible to anyone but ourselves.  We have this strange world of our words.  This is comforting.  This feels like home.  My worries that if we live together, will it ruin this?  Will all of our sweet, intimate moments cease because it will then be too much like a real relationship?  I don’t want to give that up, or the sex, or the spontaneous acts of endearment.  Don’t want to lose it, in all of my selfishness, but I would forfeit it to get him out of Iowa, where he is drowning.  To get him somewhere he can be free, no longer beholden to anyone but himself.  He needs this.  More than I need to get off, or feel adored.  I can’t rely on him for that.  I’m getting better.  The missing him isn’t overwhelming, though he does so often colonize my thoughts.

[andrews-reviews-and-thoughts]

Andrew’s Review of The LEGO Movie 2

                                       The LEGO Movie 2: The Second Part

    Yes, after Exactly 5 years of wondering how the Duplo invasion at the end of the last film went, we finally have another LEGO Movie. Thanks to Phil Lord and Chris Miller, they managed to bring the lovable toys to the big screen in a comedic way that almost no one expected. This would follow with a few more LEGO films, though the reception they’ve gotten is rather interesting. Where The LEGO Batman Movie was given as or even more praise than the first one, The LEGO Ninjago Movie...well, even if I haven’t seen it, I can understand why it would be the weakest of the films so far. With the trailers for this film though, I’m not quite sure if it will be as grand as the first one. Maybe it’s just because the director, Mike Mitchell, has a hit-and-miss track record with directing (Sky High, Sponge Out of Water, Shrek Forever After and Trolls are shown), but I’m honestly a bit doubtful. But now that Emmet and the gang will go to the Systar System, will the awesomeness still continue, or will we feel like the residents in Apocalypseburg? Let’s find out.

 The Story

    Like I said earlier, last we saw the characters, a Duplo invasion happened. So what happens afterward? Well, in here, Bricksburg has now become a Mad Max parody, with everyone toughening up, minus Emmet that is. But after Wyldstyle and a few others get captured by members of the Systar System, Emmet must try to save them with the help of a new ally, and stop a prophetic catastrophe called Our-Mom-Ageddon from happening. Like last time, it is aware that this is a silly and simple story that could only be accepted as a movie in the form of LEGOs. However, it also adds several things into it to keep it fresh, and here’s where the bad news and good news comes in. The bad news is that there are some parts from the first Lego movie that this one would straight-up take from the first one, like the catastrophe that needs to be averted I just mentioned, and without spoil-ing much, you can easily recognize the similarities by the third act. Not that it can be predictable, just a case of cheap writing. The Good News However, is that this film would try, and succeed, in putting in several new strengths while making them fit with the old ones. If you remember the end of The LEGO Movie, you’ll know that another reason why the movie felt like it was made up by an 8 or so-year old kid was because that actually was the case. And in here, it does not forget that, purposefully making us wonder how much of this is being made up by two kids of different ages, and having it tie in nicely with the movie’s message of things being better when you try to work (or play in this case) with one another, not to mention the movie’s surprising use of clever twists and turns. And as for the old strengths like the humor, it still manages to keep it funny and fresh as the original, while also pulling in The LEGO Batman Movie’s use of humor that mocks certain films, franchises, and other modern stuff. (The LEGOs discussing the only heroes they have left is shown.) Also, if you saw the film already, you’re probably wondering if the use of songs in here would make this a musical? In that case, no. Instead, it’s a bit like how Coco used its songs, where they are here and there, but they’re mostly used to move the plot along. That, and I will say that the songs in here are rather nice, with a nice use of pop music. Even if the story did copy the first one’s a bit, that still didn’t stop it from being as fun and creative as the first one.

 The Animation

    One of the things that everybody loved about The LEGO Movie was how, even if it was computer animation, it still managed to look like it was all made out of LEGOs, minus the live-action scenes and the items used by Vitruvius and Lord Business. And in here, it still maintains that look. Much like the first film, it still has the characters move like how an actual minifigure would, and provide several unique and interesting designs for the characters. And yes, like last time, there are several action scenes that show some nice creativity. As for the new stuff, there are several things to talk about, with the set-tings and backgrounds being one of them. Of course, there is Apocalypseburg, the now-ruined, desolate, and intentionally Mad Max-like world that is made out of actual bricks, but then there is the main highlight, the Systar System. As a representation of a young little girl’s imagination, it perfectly shows that by having locations made out of several brightly-colored bricks that are simple in a childlike way, and even having some other materials used in there. Yeah sure, the non-LEGO parts of the spinoff films didn’t work out too well, but in here, it feels much more welcome and easier to accept, since, again, this is a little girl’s imagination come to life, so it would make sense why you’d see moving cloth, glitter and stop-motion-like drawings used in here. And Then there is the work done on Queen Watevra Wa-Nabi. As a shapeshifting alien made out of bricks, she is used here to her full potential, with several forms being used by her, and her character animation showing how regular bricks can be moved about in order to take those forms, which especially helps with the choreography in the musical numbers. (Clip from ‘Not Evil’ is shown.) Even though it’s been five years since one of the most innovative animated films came to the big screen, this movie still found ways to be super creative.

 The Characters

    Although the characters in the first film were fun to watch and hang out with, it is easy to point out that there wasn’t as much depth to them as in The LEGO Batman Movie. However, this film does try to give depth to some of its characters. Oh, and before I get asked, Ghost Vitrivius barely appears in the prologue, and Bad Cop/Good Cop only gets a slightly bigger cameo than him. Otherwise, they’re nowhere in this, so let’s move on to our main cast. First, we have Emmet. In the first film, he was always portrayed as the happy go-lucky guy who found himself in this journey. Not a bad character by any means, just what you’d expect. In here, however, after witnessing Lucy (a.k.a Wyldstyle) and his friends get captured, he starts to wonder if maybe he toughened himself up, he could prevent stuff like this from happening again, and be more appreciated by the people around him. He would end getting some teaching in that through (clip that explains Rex Dangervest is shown.) Of course, Rex is intended to be a parody of Chris Pratt’s roles and rumored ones, but he also ends up getting a good amount of depth as Emmet. Then there are characters like Wyldstyle, Batman, General Mayhem and Queen Watevra Wa-Nabi, who do feel more like they’re meant to help move the plot, but they still do have some good traits, be it some development, the way they tie into the message, or just the charm of the characters. As for Emmet’s other captured friends, Benny, MetalBeard, and Unikitty though, they admittedly don’t feel as important as the other characters, or even like last time. Yeah, they were meant to be random wacky oddball characters, but that was what made them stand out in there. In here though, they mostly just serve as the other people who got sent to the Systar System and got enchanted by it. And like last time, there are several minor and background characters who aren’t meant to serve the plot, but more so serve the comedy with the help of not knowing whom to expect. Maybe not all the characters are perfect, but they are (reference intended) still fun and awesome to hang out with.

    The Lego Movie 2: The Second Part is a rather fun sequel where even if parts of the story can feel similar to the first one, it still manages to have a creative story, great animation, fun characters, unexpected but fun-to-listen-to songs, and a nice little mes-sage. Admittedly, there is a chance that some people will think that this is a downgrade from the first one and Batman, but I like to think that we’re all simply used to a movie style that we’ve never experienced before February 2014. So, if you want to check this out, I would recommend giving it a go. However, I must warn you, when the creators said that they wanted to outdo ‘Everything Is Awesome’, They Really Did Mean It! Not that the certain song is bad, it’s just that you may want to listen ‘It’s a Small World’ or any other Sherman Brothers song before watching this. Otherwise, you’re gonna have some difficulty combating against a song that knows it’s gonna be stuck inside your head. Story: 8/10. Animation: 10/10. Characters: 7/10. Overall: 8/10.

Random Line at End: Wyldstyle/Lucy (Crawls through vent to find): Bruce Willis? B.W. (almost casually): What? I like crawling through vents, that’s my thing. I don’t live in here. Lucy: Okay. B.W.: Can you scoot by? Lucy: Oh, sure. (Both proceed to do so.)

[mayfieldsqueen]

My Hero (eddie munson x reader)

summary: fix-it fic for whatever the fuck vol 2 thought it was

word count: 1.2k

warning: vol 2 spoilers, swearing, not accurate dialogue for what happened i've only watched it the once so far

“What is taking them so long?” Dustin hissed, crouching at the back of the stolen caravan, awaiting your friends return from War Zone.

“I don’t know,” you replied. You moved to stretch your legs out after having them tucked underneath you. “But I hope they’re not much longer, I’m getting shaky.” 

“Have some water, there’s sure to be some in here.” Dustin raised his eyebrows and gestured towards the built-in kitchen, almost too harshly. You rolled your eyes as you pushed yourself up and carefully poured a glass of water. 

Eddie sniffed quietly beside you, his hands folded under his chin. Your heart twinged for the man as you raked your eyes across his hunched figure. Unkempt hair and sullen eyes that made you feel sick with worry. You poured another glass of water and handed it to him, sitting so close to him that your thighs touched. He smiled sweetly at you and whispered his thanks. 

The three of you, Max, and Lucas sat silently until the others burst through the door screaming about needing to leave. The ride was jolty and fast, and you fell onto Eddie more than once. He grabbed your waist and smiled brightly, showing his teeth. How he could still smile when his life was in his situation, you didn’t understand. 

Creating weapons with the whole gang felt somewhat peaceful amidst the chaos. You made shields with Dustin and Eddie, enjoying the slight therapy hammering nails gave you. You were tuned out, humming some silly tune, when Eddie suddenly tackled Dustin. Their interaction made you laugh loudly. Eddie heard so he turned around to give you a wink. Not wanting him to catch your embarrassment, you blew him a kiss causing an unexpected blush on his cheeks. 

Your teasing nature lasted throughout the whole set up before and into the Upside Down, all the flirting and winking – to which Dustin would gag every time. 

Once set up, you sat in silence, patiently awaiting instruction to begin bat distraction. Dustin let out a long sigh. 

“You okay there, Henderson?” You quizzed, one eyebrow raised. 

“Yeah, just, hate the waiting game.”

“Mmm, can’t argue with you there, Henderson,” Eddie chimed, fingers drumming against his knee in anticipation. 

“Okay she’s in. Initiate phase three,” came from the walkie in Dustin’s hand. Eddie immediately jumped up and into the alternate version of his room. He emerged with his guitar and helped you and Dustin up onto the roof.

You crouched with Dustin as Eddie started playing Master of Puppets. All you could do was stare as he threw his head around and expertly moved his fingers. The sound ricocheted through your body, lighting every nerve on fire. You barely even noticed how the demobats began to swarm the surrounding area. Dustin’s countdown broke your trance and you inhaled deeply to calm yourself down. 

In the trailer, the two boys jumped and screamed about how “metal” that was as you just stood there, mouth agape. Eddie turned to you and excitedly asked what you thought. For a moment you just stared, blinking slowly.

“Um, it was kinda, um, hot. Yeah, it was.” Eddie’s eyes widened comically, and you hastily walked away from him. “Very good playing well done.”

“Thank you,” he smirked, eyes following your movements. The chittering of the demobats died down and soft thudding started on the roof. “Oh shit.”

The three of you crept towards the noise, spears at the ready. 

“They can’t get in through there can they?” Dustin pointed at the vent with his spear. You and Eddie stepped in front of Dustin, shaking your heads. 

The bats burst through the vent and the two of you started jamming the bats with the spears. You were screaming profanities as you shoved the knife into these creatures, blood spurting everywhere. Eddie pulled you back, causing you to welp, to cover the vent with his shield. 

You high-fived and gave Dustin a head pat, breathing heavily. You swallowed as you followed them to check the other vents. A yell ripped out your throat as more bats erupted from another vent. You ran out of the door, hearing it slam behind you. Eddie rushed you and Dustin back through the gate then paused. 

“Eddie what are you doing?” Dustin screamed. “Hurry up!”

Eddie sliced the makeshift rope, moved the mattress and ran out of the trailer.

“Edward Munson!” You yelled. “Fuck! Dustin!”

“What?!”

“Shit! Help me get back!” You had already moved a chair and prepared to run and jump through. You landed on the ground with a bang, pain shooting through your side. “Wait there.”

You placed the mattress back to where it was before and helped ease Dustin through as he jumped. After grabbing your spears and shields, you left the trailer and looked around for your friend.

“EDDIE!” You heard from your left and saw Dustin running towards the cloud of bats, Eddie’s body barely visible through the creatures. Instantly, you followed him, speeding towards his figure.

Eddie let out a scream, and your legs somehow ran faster. Your arms moved before your mind as you swung your spear, beating down enough bats for you to join Eddie. He had been dragged to the floor, bats at his side. Tears threatened to spill at the sight of him. 

You beat these bats away, and could hear Dustin doing the same, for a few moments before they suddenly flew away. Eddie groaned, he was no longer being tormented. His face pale and blood painted his clothes. 

You dropped to his side. “Eddie, hey, no come on, get up. Jesus, fuck. Dustin help me get him up!” Dustin picked up one side of his body and you supported the other. Slowly, you made your way back to the trailer.

Once inside, you placed Eddie on a chair and removed your jacket, using it as a bandage for his wounds, trying to ignore the ways his eyes fixated on your face. You kissed his forehead before assisting Dustin back through to the proper world. 

“C’mon, big guy, we gotta go,” you smiled at him and began to set up your escape.

Safe on the other side, Eddie pulled you into a bone-crushing hug. He kissed the top of your head and repeatedly praised “thank you” into your hair. You pulled back and placed your hands on his cheeks.

“You think you’re going to die on my watch, Munson?” You stroked his cheeks with your thumbs, trailing down to trace his lips.

He smiled softly. “I didn’t want to run away this time.” He sniffed, voice cracking as he whispered, “I wanted to be the hero.”

“You are a hero, Eddie. My hero. You saved the world.” Your eyes locked into his, not knowing how long you just stared at each other. His eyes flicked down to your lips and back up. You smiled.

“Can I kiss you?” He breathed out softly. “’Cause I think a hero deserves a kiss, no?”

You nodded, laughing at his antics. The moment your lips met was bliss, all thoughts of the Upside Down and the end of the world pushed away from your minds. His cold lips warmed against your own as his hands moved around your back, pulling you closer. He kissed you firmly and full of passion. One hand trailed up to hold your neck and-

“Hey! Sorry to interrupt, happy for you, truly am, but we should probably get to a safer location!”

thank you for reading! i'm still devastated about what happened and this was entirely self-indulgent.