#I’ve wanted to can life since I was in high school but had no van

[katydoodles]

I just want to have enough money to buy a tiny cabin in the woods (preferably, at most, 2 hours away from a major city so that I can still get things I’m used to) but near enough to a Target. So that I can lay outside and not worry about going to work and deal with my burn out from life and just exist away from societal expectations for at least 6 months of the year.

My social battery is so low. I need 6 months to feel recovered from all socialization in a year.

[hhughes]

Need Jack and Nico trying to convince her

“c’mon vi, don’t you wanna see your favourite devil in action?” nico asks with a grin, knowing jack and luke were gonna protest that statement

“okay, captain dimples, relax. we all know im her favourite devs player. right vi?” jack cuts in shoving nico lightly from their position on the couch as he leans closer to the computer screen

“sure jacky, you’re my favourite,” violet admits, looking at luke and sending him an exaggerated wink, causing the taller boy to smile slightly. god he missed her. even though he saw her at the detroit game only a few days ago.

he couldn’t describe to anyone what it was like, going from being with her 24/7 to seeing her maybe once a month, if he’s lucky. jack calls them out all the time for being “codependent” or wherever but if jack ever met a girl he wanted to spend more than one night with, he’d understand luke’s frustration.

even then, he’s not really sure jack would understand the extent of how much luke was missing her. they’ve known each other practically their entire lives and haven’t gone without seeing each other for more than three weeks max since grade 9. long distance fucking sucked, and he definitely wasn’t built for it. but he didn’t even feel like he could tell her that, because violet was a pro at just about anything she set her mind to, long distance included.

their phone calls were always filled with everything she’s been up to from classes, to dance, to coaching dance, to the big win the guys pulled off against ohio and the party afterwards. if she didn’t tell him that she missed him about 20 times during the call, he wouldn’t be able to tell that she does, probably because she’s so busy and she doesn’t even realize how much time passes before they see each other again. but luke’s busy too, and it still feels like forever for him.

sometimes it felt like she had this whole other life in michigan that he just wasn’t apart of anymore and you would think since this is their second year of long distance they would be at least a little used to it by now, but luke still gets chest pains just thinking about it.

“look guys I gotta go. I honestly don’t think I can swing it but I’ll think about it okay. just don’t get your hopes up,” violet says and all three guys nod

“even if you can’t swing the vancouver game, come to one of the home games soon then. s’a lot closer than van. i’ll fly you in myself, miss you,” jack mumbles, and violet smiles at him. her and jack had grown closer this past summer (if that was even possible) and she had missed him almost as much as her boyfriend these last few weeks.

“miss you too jacky,” violet replies and luke leans forward, reaching to grab the laptop and perching it on his lap so only he’s in the camera, despite the other two guys still sitting next to him

“okay baby. i’ll talk to you soon yeah? probably wednesday when we’re with quinn. i’m sure he’d love to say hi. i love you, get some rest,” luke says, heart squeezing when violet leans forward and kisses the camera

“miss you so much lu. and I love you so so much. i’ll text you tonight okay?” she greets, ending the call when luke nods in response.

“man I don’t know if I liked it more when you guys were oblivious to how in love you were or now that you’re so obvious about it,” jack states, fake gagging and their captain lets out a chuckle

“what was the story of you guys in high school and college anyway? i’ve heard a lot of things. . .” nico says and luke frowns at him

“heard a lot of things from who?” he asks, wondering whose been going around taking about his relationship.

“sheamo mostly. some of the guys have been asking him what you were like in college,” nico says and luke shrugs

“not much to tell really. we’re childhood friends, caught feelings, got together,” luke says and jack scoffs

“sure. you’re missing the 5 or 6 years where you guys were silently pining for one another just because you wouldn’t admit you had feelings,” jack says and luke sighs, rolling his eyes at his brother and getting up from the couch as jack begins to tell nico all the details he knows, not in the mood to stroll down memory lane on how long it took him and vi to pull their heads out of their asses.

“swear hockey players gossip more than the old ladies at grandmas weekly book club,” luke mutters, making his way to his room, planning to look at the calendar and arrange a time to fly his girl out.

[thetaleoflevi]

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Rediscovered

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Pairing: Levi x f!reader

Content: Modern AU, SFW

Content Warnings: None, they’re just two people who love to spend time with each other.

Description: Levi rediscovers love and all the things that make it so special. He gets to know you, his new next door neighbor, and you help him see what causes lovers to do so much for one another.

Word Count: 3.7k

A/N: I’m sorry I made you wait so long, if you even stuck around this long lol. I was burnt out and I ran out of ideas to write. I couldn’t think of what to write for my series that I started then dumped, so I went on a break. This is what i’ve been working on for a little and it’s not the best if I’m being honest, but I did want to put something out for the first time in a while. Enjoy! :)

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Levi who thinks love is a waste of time and money. He thinks, what the hell is a month-iversary? And why is it even a thing? He would never spend more than three dollars on chocolates, and that’s a stretch already. What kind of person needs an enormous stuffed bear on their bed in addition to just regular pillows? Why does everything have to be so physical? Personal space is sacred.

That is until he experiences the strongest sugar rush he’s had in almost two years. It seemed like some vicious prank played on him by the universe.

You walked into the apartment next to Levi’s, carrying a box that was a little less than half your size. The moving van you rented was parked nearby so that you didn’t have to travel long distances to move your boxes. Levi noticed that despite you having an entire moving van, there wasn’t much loaded into it. Maybe another four boxes, but that’s all he could see. Maybe your stay was only temporary.

It took you some time to introduce yourself. Not because you were trying to be antisocial, but because you didn’t know if it was normal to knock on your neighbor’s door and introduce yourself, instead of doing the usual run-in quick introduction.

Levi was nice enough. He didn’t say much, mostly listened to your quick presentation. The handshake was what got him, though. His formal façade almost cracked when you extended your hand to him. He held it together for the sake of professionalism, but deep down he felt like a father meeting his daughter’s boyfriend for the first time.

“Well, don’t be a stranger,” you said, a lovely smile on your face as you turned and went back into your new home. It was such a corny thing to say, but he couldn’t find it in himself to be annoyed when you smiled at him like that. It would be a crime in some other universe.

It had been a while since Levi had a next-door neighbor. The apartment was vacant for a good six months before you. Now, he could hear life just a few feet away. You blasted music really late into the night, and in all honesty, it got on his nerves.

On one night when work tore down his thin wall of patience, he came home hoping to get some much needed rest. By the time he reached the stairs that led to your and his apartment, he could hear your music fighting the walls. He rung the doorbell, hoping the sound would get to your ears despite the loudness surrounding your home. He was fed up with everything and couldn’t handle another night of this. You must have heard the doorbell because your music paused a few seconds later.

You looked cozy when you opened the door. “Hi, Levi.” You smile that smile that continues to flatter him. “Is there something I can help you with?”

His mind is racking up a polite response. He just wants to be in bed already.

“Yes, actually. The walls are surprisingly thin on these apartments, and i’m sure you aren’t really playing your music too loud, but I was wondering if you could turn it down a bit.” He puts his hands in his pockets, suddenly feeling like an old man interrupting a high school party.

Your face drops and you look like you just disturbed a sleeping puppy.

“I’m sorry about that.” You sounded sincere— adorably so. “I’ll turn it off. I wasn’t aware of the thinness of the walls, but i’m so sorry you had to ask.”

Your kindness was refreshing. You weren’t like his last neighbor. Levi and him didn’t interact much, but when they did, it was a mutually awkward ‘hey’.

“Don’t worry about it.” Levi sighs. “Sorry i’m here wasting your time. It’s just been an especially… testing day for me, and I just want to get some rest.”

“Don’t apologize. I completely understand.” You open the door more so that not just half of your body is peeking out of the doorway.

Levi gets a look at your full outfit. You looked like a bear with your oversized wool hoodie and your baggy pajama pants and your dog slippers. Oh. You have dog slippers on.

“Well, I should be going now. I don’t want to stand in the way of whatever you were doing. Thanks for understanding.” Levi was trying so hard to get out of there. There was a poking in his chest that he had to look into.

“Do you like tea?” You asked. Levi seemed distracted to you, but you thought maybe it was the tiredness taking a toll on his ability to think.

“I do. Why do you ask?”

“Would you like to join me for a cup? It usually helps me relax when I come home after train wrecks of days.”

He didn’t need a reason to get closer to you, but he definitely was not going to turn you down. Especially when you’re giving him a regimen for the stress.

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You both sat on lawn chairs, sipping on a steaming cup of tea. Levi knows only one person who knows their way around a cup of tea and that’s himself. That night, the number went up to two.

“I know it sounds bad when I don’t give you context about the people they are, but you just have to trust me on this one.” You talked Levi’s ear off about your reason for moving to a whole different state to get away from your parents.

“Whatever they did to you, it must have been terrible if you had to move so far,” Levi takes a sip of his tea. He had no bad judgement towards you. Even though he gets along with his mother and he’s never met his father, he’s human enough to understand that not all relationships with parents and their children are good.

“Yeah.” You stare straight ahead into the nightly activities going on in front of you. You didn’t mean to trauma dump on this man you haven’t known for long enough. It happened, though, and he didn’t run or tell you he was uncomfortable. He stayed and listened through and through.

“So, what was so awful about your day that you had to shut down my solo party?” You smiled. It let him know that you were just teasing when you laughed a little.

He rolled his eyes, the frustration returning to him in a short burst as he recalled his irritating day.

“The people I work with are annoying and lazy. They need constant delegations. I understand that I’m supposed to manage the team, but how will they grow if I always have to tell them what to do?”

Your eyes widen in disbelief. You sympathize for Levi. He seems like he really cares about his job, but also like he needs a vacation.

“I get that. Have you thought about working with another team?” You chuckle. “I swear that’s not me telling you to give up on the one you have, but at some point you have to put your own sanity first. Maybe a change in leadership would help them, and a change in teamwork would help you.”

There’s a moment of total silence, and you think what will follow is him telling you that you overstepped. The silence is broken by the sound of a quiet breath leaving his lips as a chuckle. You never noticed how little Levi smilesd until now. It’s actually a really warm sight, and his eyes crease at the corners, which makes your heart flutter.

“I don’t think that was too helpful.” You chuckle, setting your empty cup down on the floor.

“No, that was some really good advice. Thanks.”

You nod, glad to know that he wasn’t going to insult your thoughts.

The silence returns again, both of you just staring out into the abyss. It wasn’t awkward, even thought both of you had already finished your cups of tea and it was getting later. Stores were closing down for the day, their neon signs powering down to let the night grow.

“I should go home. It’s late,” Levi says, once again breaking the welcomed silence. He starts standing and offers you your cup back, empty. “I appreciate your time and the tea.”

“Ring my doorbell anytime, please. I’m happy to tell scary stories over a cup of tea.” You pick up your cup before standing.

“Well, goodnight,” Levi says, a shy smile on his face. His hands return to his pockets as he heads over to his house.

“Sleep well,” you respond, before shutting your door.

Levi laid awake for longer than he hoped he would. He could still feel that pokey feeling in his chest and it was no use looking it up like he set himself out to because he knew exactly what was it was. He mentally cursed himself for feeling this way about you so quickly. You were kind, and pretty, and you said sorry and meant it.

Levi rolled onto his side, a heavy sigh leaving him as he attempted to sleep.

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It became a habit of yours to check the mirror thoroughly now before you left your apartment, a similar routine for Levi. He would smell the collar of his shirt before leaving. Your hello’s were almost synchronized every time you ran into each other, shy smiles decorating your faces. Your ability of not knowing when to stop talking greatly developed over time.

Sometimes your anticipation got the better of you. You would doll yourself up a little more than usual, only to be let down by his absence. It made you feel like an idiot, and you almost always went back in and dressed down.

Then, it finally happened.

Levi was coming home after another long day at work. You sat outside staring at the chaotic traffic down the street, a warm blanket on your lap.

“Hey, did something happen over there?” You ask, pointing at the line of red taillights.

“There was a car accident. Someone crashed into a fire hydrant and it’s currently a fountain that hasn’t been fixed. People are nosy so it’s taking a while to kill the traffic.” He climbs the last stair and stands next to you, his back against the windows of your apartment. You were watching the angry drivers as they tried to swerve into faster moving lanes.

“What are you doing here on a Friday night? No plans with friends or anyone?”

You shake your head. “Nope. My friends wanted to go to a club, but I don’t think I can handle the auditory overload tonight.”

He nods, acknowledging the truth in your statement. “What about dinner?”

“They didn’t mention anything about that. They usually go to whatever is open and nearby once they’re drunk off their asses at four in the morning.” Your hands ball up in your sweater’s pockets in an attempt to find warmth for your icy fingers.

“I’m asking you. Have you had dinner?” He directs his gaze towards you, meeting your eyes.

“No, I haven’t. I was just gonna heat up some leftovers.”

“Would you like to have dinner…” he hesitates for a second or two, “…with me?”

“Yes.” You think you answered too quickly, but your justification for it was not wanting to waste any more time. “I’ll be back out here in ten minutes. No more no less.” You stand and wrap your heavy blanket around you like a cape and turn your head to the right all regally as you head into the direction of your home.

Levi thought that was easy enough, but he wouldn’t get his hopes up. It wasn’t brought up as a date, so it’s just dinner.

Like you said, you were out in exactly ten minutes and you now donned something that matched Levi’s formal wear. You knew at some point you would get uncomfortable in the dress you chose, so you brought a backup outfit. A much comfier one.

“I stay true to my word, but I’m also very considerate. I won’t let you walk around looking like a penguin without looking like a tablecloth myself.”

You looked nothing like a tablecloth in Levi’s eyes. You were amazing, glowing in the midst of darkness. He had to look for the calm, stoic man inside him in order to stop himself from saying something stupid.

“I hope I didn’t make you feel obligated to dress up.”

The calm and stoic man was no help. He feared he made you self conscious when you started second guessing your outfit.

“Is it too much?” You looked for you jacket in the folded pile of clothes you held.

“No. You’re fine. I-It’s fine.” Thank the stars for the low amount of visibility, because Levi couldn’t contain the rouge spreading throughout his face. “I know a really nice place. It’s about a twenty minute drive, but it’s worth it.”

“Dealer’s choice. I’m up for anything with you.” That could easily be read differently. “I mean, anywhere is fine is… what I mean.”

What kind of malfunction was happening between both of you?

“After you,” Levi said, his hand aimed at the stairs.

You smile and lead, not having a clue where his car is.

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When you got to the restaurant, you saw how luxurious it was. It was glowing brightly, and there were chandeliers that had both tiny and large crystals on them. You turned to Levi, a nervous look on your face. “Levi, we can’t eat dinner here.”

“Why not?” He asked.

“I can’t afford something this fancy.” It was kind of embarrassing to admit, but you figured he knew this already by the clothes you wore in contrast to his.

“You really think I’m such a trash person to make you pay?”

“I don’t know, but I didn’t want to assume you would be paying for my food. That would make me a trash person.”

He shakes his head, turning his car off.

“Come on. We’re going.”

“But-“

“We’re going,” he repeats. “Plus, I think it’ll be amusing if you go in wearing that nice dress and then leave wearing those pajama pants.”

You chuckle at his insistence, finding it hard to keep the argument going when his reasoning was so strong.

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Dinner was what you expected. Not totally awkward, but there were times when you had to look around at other people or things because you ran out of things to say. You felt especially nervous because you had to sit right across from Levi. He constantly watched you, wanting to know what you thought of the food, and how you felt about this time you were spending together.

“How was your meal?” Levi asks. You felt like his eyes were luring the answer out of you, the way they held contact with yours.

“It was so fuckin’ good.” You laugh. “I mean, it was really good. Thank you.”

“I believe you. Didn’t I tell you it was good?”

You nod, fiddling with the fork sitting on your empty plate.

“Let me know when you’re ready to go. I’m ready when you are.”

“I’m gonna go change. I’ll meet you in the car?”

He nods, standing when you do. You notice that he leaves a huge tip in the booklet holding the check before he heads out. It really makes you wonder what Levi does for a living to give him that privilege.

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You knew you would be judged by everyone for what you were wearing. You received stares left and right, even some double takes as soon as you left the restroom. You had to hold it together, hold back the laughter when you saw a whole table simultaneously look at you.

Once you got out, Levi popped out from beside the door in time to watch your laughter explode.

“Everybody was watching you, huh?” A smirk creeps onto his face, like you both just pulled off the ultimate heist.

“Jeez, Levi! You can’t just pop out of a corner like that in the middle of the night.” Your heart pounds in your ears, your breath slowly making its way into your lungs again.

“Sorry. I wanted to make sure you got to the car safely.”

“Well, I guess I can’t be mad at you for that. Let’s go back. I’m exhausted.”

Your heart races at the thought of him staying back to make sure nobody hurt you. It’s like he cares about you. He doesn’t want you to die. That’s nice.

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During the car ride, you introduced Levi to some of your music. He was much more into the calmer picks, deeming the random scream-o songs you have too aggressive. You told him that one day you want to go to a rave, and he said you were going to get trampled.

Once you got home, you both climbed the stairs that led you to your apartments. Levi didn’t want to end the night without giving you something to think about, but he wasn’t ready to admit that he liked you. A lot.

“Levi, Levi,” your smile grows. “Do you always take random girls out for dinner like that?”

“No,” he answered, simply.

“Okay, what I meant to ask is, do you always take random girls out for dinner at super high-end restaurants? Feel free to answer honestly,” you chuckle.

Again, “no.”

“Then what? Did you just see that I was starving and pitied me enough to buy me something to eat?” You’re pulling questions out of your ass to sway your mind from the idea you’re getting based on his responses.

“I don’t pity you, and no.”

“Then why did you buy me dinner?”

He can feel the blood pumping in his veins. His hands and feet feel staticky, like they’re numb.

“Did you not want me to buy you dinner?”

“You can’t answer a question with a question.” Your arms cross, impatience surfacing your mind.

“I just did, didn’t I?”

He was being annoying, in a rather attractive way. Levi could tell you just wanted an answer, but he didn’t want to tell you. He didn’t want to, but he couldn’t stand the thought of there always being tension between you and him.

“I think you’re nice.”

It was cute, the way he was unable to look at your after what he said. It was such a simple sentence. Four words that had you feeling fuzzy.

“You think i’m nice?” You can’t say it seriously, an uncontrollable smile playing on your lips.

He can only nod, scared that he’ll elaborate on how nice you are if he says a word.

“Well, I think you’re weird and annoying.”

This had him wondering what he did wrong. What made him weird? He knows that not answering your question must have been annoying, but really, you had him stunned with that one.

“You’re also very nice, though. I’ve enjoyed our little encounters and your company tonight.”

Now that, that made him feel like he was bathing in the sun. Would he have preferred you not call him weird and annoying? No. It was so like you to say something like that.

He finds himself getting drawn in by you. You’ve bewitched him. It’s the only explanation for why he’s getting closer.

“I think you’re nice.” He takes another step.

“You said that. You must really believe it,” you reply, getting more nervous by the second.

“I do.” He takes one of your hands in his. You see him look down at it, a sly grin on his face.

“What?” You ask when he continues examining your hand.

“Your hand is so sweaty.”

You pull it back a little, not expecting him to hold it firmly.

“Why are you still holding it?”

“It only seems right that I hold your hand before anything else. Even if it’s sweaty. Am I making you nervous?”

You felt like screaming through the silence. Your heart was racing like it was going to beat out of your chest and your hands were shaking in his hold.

“I had a good time, too. I wouldn’t mind being your backup plan again, and taking you out for dinner is something I would like to do again in the future.”

“I want you to kiss me.”

The words sounded so wrong outside of your thoughts. You thought there would be a drumroll for them. Maybe you telling him that you think he’s beautiful, or even roughly telling him he’s attractive. But, no. You dove right in because you wanted to see what he would do with this information.

“You’re pretty straight forward, huh?”

“I’ve been waiting. Days, weeks, months, years.” You laugh, realizing how ridiculous you sound.

“We’ve only known each other a little over two months. How could you have waited years?”

“Did you not hear what I said? I want you to kiss me.” You look him in the eyes, trying to read the wonderful look on his face. “Kiss me or say goodnight.” It was an ultimatum for the end of the night.

“I don’t want to say goodnight,” he says, his voice quieter.

That gave him one other option, and he immediately went for it. It was a kiss that brought the stars in the sky down to your eyes. His hands rested on your waist, while yours went up to cup his face. You would be lying if you said you were going to sleep afterwards, because this is what you’ve been dreaming of. It’s happening, and you don’t need to dream about it anymore.

“Goodnight, Levi,” you mutter, a hazy smile on your face. You put your hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat to see if this kiss invoked the same feelings for him as it did for you.

“Not yet, please.” He pulled you in for another kiss, this one being longer. He had you running out of breath every time he brought you close. You loved seeing that sparkle in his eyes every time you pulled away.

“Goodnight, Levi,” you repeated, this time escaping his hold.

“Fine, goodnight.”

You waved as you headed into your apartment, Levi walking the couple feet it took to get to his apartment afterwards.

That night he went to sleep with you on his mind until his eyes shut for good.

Levi was starting to get it. He saw you and finally understood why things are so love-filled in relationships. Why you go the extra mile to please your partner, even if it’s something small like buying them chocolates. He finally got to experience the satisfying feeling that came with kissing you goodnight. It was a rush of emotions that laid dormant in him for a while, and the rediscovery of them was amazing, especially with you.

[once-upon-an-imagine]

idk if u take anon requests, but if you do, would u be willing to do an argyle x byers!reader with either the prompt “Size difference hug; they engulf you.”, or "Is that my shirt?" "You mean our shirt?"

thank u!!

YEEEES! 🥰🥰🥰 OMG I love this so much!

Warnings: getting high with Argyle Disclaimer: I don’t own Stranger Thing😊 gifs aren’t mine 😁

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Shirts & Hugs

Ever since you were little, you had always been a good listener. It probably started when you heard your parents arguing after you and your brothers went to bed. Which is why Jonathan always made you listen to some music before you went to sleep. And you usually did. But some nights, you felt a small voice in your head that told you not to. That you needed to be awake and listen to something that was going to happen. Like tonight. Which is why you heard every single thing going on outside your room. You heard the phone ringing in the middle of the night. You heard Jonathan going to your mother and asking if Argyle could spend the night. You heard his very loud van approaching your house and the very loud boy entering your house. You heard Jonathan telling him that he could stay in the basement and then you heard the door next to your room closing. Which meant Jonathan was back. And Argyle was downstairs. You slowly got out of bed and quietly stepped out of your room and into the basement. 

“Dude, I said I’m fine-” Argyle stopped when he saw it was you instead of Jonathan coming down the stairs. You saw him sitting on the pullout sofa Jonathan had set up for him, smoking a joint. “Oh, hey, sunshine” he smiled a little. “It’s like three in the morning, what are you doing up?”

“Well, I heard Jonathan ask my mom if you could spend the night and I knew that meant you had a bad day” you said, walking closer to him. 

“Is that my shirt?” 

"You mean our shirt?" you asked, looking down at your shirt before sitting down next to him and grabbing the joint from his hand as he let out a small laugh. 

“Shit, how do you always do that?” he asked, smiling at you. 

“Do what?” you asked, confused, letting out the smoke. 

“I just definitely had one of the worst days I’ve had in my life and I was in the shittiest mood and you just come in here and make me smile?” 

“Well, that’s my job, love” you smiled, returning the joint to him and kissing his cheek. “You wanna talk about it?” you asked, placing a strand of hair behind his ear. 

“It was just… a horrible day” he sighed, throwing himself on the bed.  “I was late for work so my stupid boss put me in front at the register” he started, taking another hit. “And there were so many stupid guys from school ordering this insane ingredients on their pizzas-”

“Like pineapple?”

“Pineapple on pizza is heavenly, and you know it sunshine” he glared a little at you. “Anyways they made a huge mess and I had to clean it up. Then I got home and my stupid Math test came out of my stupid bag and my mom saw that I had an F so she started yelling at me and then my dad started yelling at me and I just…” he sighed. “I didn’t want to be there anymore” he said, grabbing your hand and he started playing with it. “He said I was stupid…”

“You’re not stupid” you told him. 

“Maybe I am” he said, sitting up again, and getting upset once more. 

“No, you’re not. Look at me” you said, cupping his cheek with your and making you look at him. “Argyle, you’re not stupid” you repeated.

“You’re just saying that because you like me” he frowned. 

“That’s not true. You’re one of the smartest people I know” you insisted. “We both know that you sometimes just need to focus a little more. And you’re smart in a lot of different creative and original ways” you insisted. 

“You really think so?”

“Of course, I do” you said, giving him a peck on the lips. 

“Could you… maybe help me study so I don’t flunk out this year and I can at least move out of my horrible house?” he asked, making you smile sweetly back at him. 

“I’d love to” you said, kissing his cheek. 

“Does your brother know you’re here?” 

“Which one?” you smirked, making him glare a little at you. “No, Jonathan doesn’t know I’m here” you assured him as he finished the last of his joint. “You know he’s gonna find out somehow, right?”

“I know” he said, letting out the smoke. “I just… kinda wanna figure out how to tell him without him killing me” he told you. 

“Jonathan wouldn’t kill you” you rolled your eyes. “He can’t even fight” you said.

“You said he fought that kid from back home. Steve?”

“Yeah, that’s only because Steve is worse than Jonathan” you told him. “Which is not easy to do” you smiled. “I think Will knows” you said after a while. 

“Really? Did he say anything to you?”

“No. He just mentioned that… I’ve seem… happier lately” you informed him. 

“Oh, you’ve been happier lately, Byers?” 

“A bit” you shrugged. 

“Any particular reason why?” he asked, getting closer to you. 

“Well, I just happen to have the best boyfriend ever” you smiled, making him smile as well before he pulled you closer and kissed you. When you pulled away, you wrapped your arms around him, as much as you could. 

“What are you doing?” he chuckled. 

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m hugging you” you said as if it was obvious. 

“Sunshine, you look like a tiny koala, wrapping his tiny paws around a tree” he laughed. 

“No, I don’t!” you argued. “You always hug me when I don’t feel good, so I want to do the same for you!” you pouted. 

“As adorable as that is” he said, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you to engulf you in his huge hugs. “I like it way better like this” he said, kissing you. 

“It’s not fair! I’m supposed to be making you feel better” you frowned. 

“Sweetheart, you did that the minute you stepped in here” he assured you, kissing your nose. “I love you” he smiled. 

“I love you too” you smiled, giving in and resting your head on his chest. 

The End

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A/N: I hope you liked it :D

[athena-writes-i-guess]

Hey babe, how are ya! Could you possibly write a oneshot about Eddie x Tall!reader? I feel like it’s mostly about the “average” to smaller girls and never about that taller ones (you could say). I feel like this isn’t really descriptive but just mix it up however you like, I’m not picky at all!! <3

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Tall!fem!reader

A/N: Hello! I know this took a bit and I’m so sorry about that. I’ve been having some technology issues and they pushed all my work behind! I really hope you like this! And I hope it works, I am 5’3 so I can only imagine what being tall is like❤️

“How’s the weather up there?” A small freshman snickered out as he walked past you in the hallway of Hawkins High.

You rolled your eyes as you let out a little sigh. ‘Oh, cause I haven’t heard that one before.’ You thought while slamming your locker shut.

“Oh so original, I should start asking you what it’s like to be at ass kissing height all the time you little shit!” Your boyfriend called out while brandishing his middle finger at the group as they scurried away.

You chuckled as you pulled your boyfriend into your arms and leaned down ever so slightly to lay a gentle kiss to his cheek. Eddie Munson was brash, yes, but also the sweetest boy you had ever met and you found yourself lucky to call yourself his girlfriend.

Being a tall girl in a school as judgemental as this one was hard. You were made fun of mostly by the boys who were intimidated by your height, most of them being athletes who wanted to be the tallest and strongest in the school. But their strong hatred of you spread through the rest of the student body and if you weren’t being picked on, you were being asked to play sports that you cared nothing about. There was no break in your day of being reminded of your stature, except with Eddie.

Eddie was your safe haven. Eddie had been the only person in your life who had not started a conversation with you by mentioning your height. Instead, he asked you about the band on your shirt and what you were listening to on your Walkman. He had been pining for you from afar for months at that point. Falling for you from the way you talked about your favorite books in class, the jokes that you would say to your friends when you were at the table over at lunch, how kind you were even when people were mean to you. He just wanted to get to know the beautiful girl who took over every thought in his head.

After a few weeks of chatting on breaks from class, he finally asked you out (a concert for a local band and burgers), and he’s been by your side ever since. Comforting you when the bullying became too much, making you laugh so hard that you cried, cheering you on in every chance he got. You had never been loved like the way Eddie loved you. Utterly completely. And you were thankful for him every day.

“Come on babe, lets get you home, I wanna cuddle and watch that new episode of Twilight Zone that’s on tonight.” He smiled brightly as he wrapped his arm around your waist and led you towards his van outside.

Once you made it to your house Eddie made a b-line for your room, dragging you behind him in his excitement. He burst through your door and let go of your hand to practically launch himself onto your bed before grabbing a pillow to hold tightly as he breathed your scent in. “I love being in your bed, it smells like you.” He mumbled into the pillow. You couldn’t help but smile at how cute he looked as he buried his face in your pillow and sighed dreamily.

“You know I smell like me too you dork ass.” You laughed as you poked him in his side. He pulled his face away from the object and looked up at you with a gooey, love-sick smile plastered on his face.

“You’re right, sweet thing. Get in here with me.” He said, reaching out and pulling you into the bed with him. He maneuvered the two of you until you were on your back, head cushioned in the pillows, as he slotted himself in between your legs. He let out a dreamy, deep, sigh as he rested his head on your soft chest and breathed you in. You started running your hand through his wild curls, gently massaging his head as he practically melted under your touch.

The two of you stayed like that for awhile, both basking in the comfort of the embrace. Until something seemed to catch Eddie’s eye, “Baby?” You hummed in acknowledgement. “Is that your outfit for the dance next weekend?” He asked. You looked over to the corner of your room where your closet was and saw your red dress hanging on the door, a pair of complementary flats sitting near them.

“Yeah. What do you think of the dress?” You questioned, shooting Eddie a smile as he shifted his gaze to your face.

“I love it, I know it’s gonna look amazing on you, beautiful. But, are those the shoes you’re wearing with it?” He asked, gesturing to the flats with his head.

“Oh, uh, yeah. I was going to.” You said, your smile falling ever so slightly.

“What happened to those heels you were telling me about the other week? The ones you got with Robin for the dance.” He cocked his head in question.

You chewed on your lip anxiously, “I talked to my mom and we decided that maybe I should wear those instead.” You answered quietly.

“Why, baby? You were so excited to wear them! Remember you telling me about how nice they made your legs look and how pretty you felt in them?” His eyebrows furrowed as you nodded your head sadly. “Then why not wear them, sweet thing?”

“I would be so much taller than you.” You said quietly, a frown pulling at your plush lips. He wanted to kiss that frown off your pretty face until you were smiling again.

“Oh sweetheart. Shit. You know I don’t care about that, right?” He asked, worried that he had made you insecure about your height.

You shook your head emphatically, not wanting him to think it was his fault. “I know Eds. But you get picked on all the time already. Now add your girlfriend being half a foot taller than you at the dance. You know they’ll be ruthless.” You said, bringing your hands to cup his face, rubbing the apples of his cheeks soothingly.

Eddie’s eyes fluttered closed briefly at the contact before moving his head to leave a kiss on the palm of your hand. “I really don’t give a shit about that sweetheart.” He mumbled into your hand, leaving small kisses in between some of his words. “I want you to feel beautiful and happy. And if wearing those heels makes you feel beautiful and happy, I want you to wear them.” He smiled that sweet dimpled smile that you love so much before it morphed into a cheeky grin. “Besides, you’re an Amazon goddess babe. Like Wonder Woman herself came from that hidden island and graced us with her presence. I’d be honored to have you in my arms all night, sugar.” He said with a wink, his smile widening when you giggled lightly.

Eddie raised himself to lean over you and started peppering your face with feather light kisses as you laughed. You could feel his smile on his lips as he moved them across your skin before landing softly on your lips. You shared smiley, giggly kisses, full of love and adoration until Eddie eventually broke apart from you, his lips pink and kiss swollen and pulled into a bright smile.

“So baby, are you gonna wear the shoes that you wanted to wear?” He asked, nudging your nose with his. You nodded with a beaming smile. “Perfect. I can’t wait to dance with my sweetheart at the sweetheart dance.” He said with a teasing smile causing you to roll your eyes lightly before pulling him into another gooey kiss.

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[dreamy625]

This rockstar life - 4.2 On the road again

Words: 3580

Content: One scene is, um, smut-adjacent

This rockstar life master list

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After three days of trying to adjust to the time change while wandering bleary-eyed around the city, and several times phoning the hotel front desk to ask what time, and what day, and, on one particularly confusing… morning?… what year, it was, Steve and Alice meet the rest of the band in the Perth Entertainment Centre car park to begin their old-school touring experience.

“So it’s me and Karla, you two, and Phylis in that one,” Joe, who always loves a clipboard, waves it in the direction of one of the grey-with-blacked-out-windows buses parked behind them, “and the rhythm section in the other. And Menschy’s going in with you when we get to Melbourne…”

Karla raises her finely plucked eyebrows in surprise, “Peter’s slumming it on a bus?”

“Yeah, I said if we had to do it, there was no way he was getting to jet around and stay in swanky hotels!”

“Great, so we get the adult supervision,” mutters Rick, sharing an eye-rolling expression with Sav.

“…and Ross’ll come in with us, also from Melbourne. So make sure you leave him a bunk free.”

“Probably piss in the sink again,” mutters Phil under his breath.

“If you’re all quite done griping, grab your stuff and let’s get loaded up.”

“YES SIR. RIGHT AWAY SIR.” The two guitarists salute and high-step their way over to the van that has brought their luggage from the hotel.

Joe shakes his head as he watches most of the group straggle off behind them, with the exception of Rick who has wandered off in the opposite direction. It’s going to be a long ten days.

At the top of the steps, Karla stops and turns around, “So, bus rules…”

“No shitting! No singing! No garlic!” chant the three boys in unison.

“And no groupies!” adds Joe, pointedly in Phil’s direction.

“Hey, I’m a respectable married man I’ll have you know.”

“Yeah, but you’re unsupervised and we know what you’re like.” Phil attempts to adopt an angelic expression. It's not very convincing.

“Bagsy next to the lounge!” calls Joe, slinging his rucksack onto the upper of two stacked bunks.

“Bagsy far away from Joe’s snoring!” laughs Phil, springing up into the one diagonally opposite.

“Since Ross isn’t here to argue, we can give him the one next to the bathroom, so I guess these are ours.” Steve turns to Alice, “Do you want the top or bottom?”

“I don’t know. I’m an only child, I’ve never even slept in a bunk bed!”

“You get more swaying at the top, but more road noise at the bottom,” Phil chips in helpfully.

“Also obviously you have to climb up and down for the top one.”

“Would that be easier for you? As you’re tall?”

“Yeah, probably.”

“Promise you won’t drop things on me though.”

“I’m promising nothing,” says Steve with a grin as he puts one foot on the steps and swings himself up with surprising grace. “Ahh, this brings back memories,” he muses, settling back on the pillow.

Alice ducks into the compartment designated her home for the duration. “Wow, they really are tiny.”

“You’re lucky we get the luxury ones these days. Back in the day, it was three bunks stacked up, not just two,” notes Phil.

“They were like actual coffins, you had to kind of slither in sideways.”

“It’s alright for you shortarses, I don’t fit in ’em whatever,” says Joe gloomily.

Everybody has now climbed in to test their chosen beds and have their heads poking out through the curtains, except for Joe who has his legs dangling out instead.

“Oh yeah, that’s another thing - watch out for Joe’s feet sticking out if you’re walking through at night.”

“I don’t want details, but how did you manage to, um, entertain groupies in these?” asks Alice.

“Ah, we were younger and bendier in those days,” reminisces Phil with a wistful expression.

“To be honest,” says Steve looking down at her with a serious expression, defending his honour, “it didn’t happen all that much. All of us crammed on the one bus, nobody wants an audience.”

“Except Phil!”

Phil flicks his middle finger in the direction of the dangling feet and disembodied voice.

Oblivious to the gesture, Joe groans, “Ugh, my back hurts already.” He drops down out of the bunk. “I’m going to find Sav, you coming?” This last part is directed at Karla, who nods and follows him out. “Soundcheck at three, don’t be late!” he calls behind him.

“And I’m going for a run,” says Phil, digging around in his duffel bag, “You’re welcome to join me?”

“Ha!” says Steve, and Alice just giggles.

Phil heads for the front of the bus, shaking his head at the laziness of his companions.

Alice twists her head to look up at Steve. “You going to be lonely up there on your own?”

Steve makes a sad puppydog face, “You can always visit for a cuddle.”

Phil’s voice comes from the front lounge, “If you’re gonna shag in there, the bottom bunk is usually less rattly. And missionary’s your best option. No room for any kinky stuff!”

“Thanks for the tip, mate." Looking back at Alice, Steve waggles his eyebrows suggestively.

“Haha, no thankyou.” She stands up and gives him a kiss. “Come on, let’s go do something Australian before soundcheck.”

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It’s 1am by the time the three artist buses (B.B. Steal’s vehicle crammed with not just the whole band and their manager, but also a number of fans of the female and scantily-clad variety) and the first of the crew buses set off on the long, long drive to Adelaide. It will be an even later departure, after completing a four-hour load-out, for the rest of the roadcrew and the eight equipment trucks. On the Joe-bus at least, with the aftereffects of jetlag and two hours of running around a sweaty stage, no one is really in the mood to party; once the shuffling up and down for teeth-cleaning and hair-brushing purposes is done, all is quiet.

Sometime later, Steve wakes from a confusing dream where he is on the High ‘n’ Dry tour but in Ozzy’s band instead of Leppard, to the muffled sound of fast breathing from somewhere on the bus. With his brain still half in 1981, his first thought is to wonder who got lucky. But then he recognises that those are not noises of ecstasy but of fear, and it’s coming from directly below him. Instantly wide-awake, he rolls out of his bunk, drops to a crouch, and yanks back the curtain of Alice’s bed. All he can see in the faint glow of the walkway lighting is a huge pair of frightened eyes above an open mouth gasping for air. He reaches in and cradles her head.

“What’s the matter?”

“Roof… too close… can’t breathe…” is all that Alice can manage.

“It’s okay. You’re okay. Just a panic attack.” With one hand each side of her face, he turns her head towards him. “Just focus on me. Now breathe in… and out… and in… and ooout… and in…” He hears someone stir and mutter in one of the other compartments, so he lowers his voice to a whisper “…aaand ooout…”

Gradually Alice’s breathing slows, and when he asks if she’s okay, she nods.

“I didn’t know you were claustrophobic.”

“Neither did I,” she replies with a wan smile. “I just woke up and felt like I was trapped, like the ceiling was coming down on me.”

“Do you want to swap? The top one might feel less of a box, because the roof slopes. Or you can share it with me?”

“Is there room?”

“Sure, you’re titchy.”

Trying to stay as quiet as possible, he helps her to climb into the upper compartment and, with a bit of shifting around, they find a way to fit around one another. Eventually Alice drifts off to sleep lulled by Steve’s steady heartbeat.

“Rise and shine matey! First stop’s in ten minutes.” Pulling back the curtain on Steve’s bunk, Joe is surprised to see not just the expected blond head but a brunette one as well. “Oops! Sorry guys, didn’t know you were… busy!” He gives a dirty chuckle.

Steve, not a morning person at the best of times, protests, “We were sleeping.”

Alice waves vaguely in Joe’s direction before putting the hand over her eyes. Lying with her head on Steve’s chest - so, given the size of the compartment, basically on top of him - had turned out to be the only arrangement that allayed the claustrophobia. It had been comforting but not exactly conducive to a good night’s sleep.

Still smirking, Joe rattles the curtain back into place and moves on to wake Phil.

“Sorry sweetie,” Alice whispers when Joe’s footsteps have receded down the bus, “this cannot have been comfy for you.”

“‘S fine. Nothing to do today but watch the scenery go by. Napping is part of the schedule. We’d better get up now though if you want to use the bathroom at the service station. Remember rule one!”

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“Why is it so fucking cold on this bus?”

Alice, who had been reading in their bunk until her boyfriend stomped into the sleeping quarters and started rifling through their luggage, answers, “Air conditioning. You’ve been complaining the last three days that it was too hot. Maybe they finally found the cold button?”

There is some unintelligible muttering from the depths of the 'junk bunk' and then, “And I can’t find a jumper.”

“Probably in the luggage bay. Didn’t think we’d need jumpers in a tin can in one of the hottest places on earth! Come on, come up here under the covers.”

Steve kicks his shoes off, clambers up into the bunk and settles into the narrow space, lying arms folded with the duvet pulled up to his chin.

“I’m so sick of being trapped in this bloody box. Flying’s bad enough, but at least it’s quicker.” He glances across at Alice, who is lying propped up on one elbow watching him with an amused expression. “What?”

Alice smiles, “You are such a spoiled brat!”

“I am not,” says Steve huffily.

“Look at you, all pouty.” She leans forward and kisses first the protruding lower lip, and then the little frowning crease between his eyebrows.

“They’re supposed to look after us properly,” he grumbles, but less vehemently.

“Because you are an artiste,” says Alice with mock seriousness.

Involuntarily, the corners of his mouth twitch up. “Yes, ackcherly.”

“Are you warmed up now?”

“Mmm? Yes, much better.” He wriggles into a slightly more relaxed position.

"And are you done being spiky?"

"Spiky? I'm not spiky. It was a justified complaint."

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Joe is woken by a loud thump and some swearing. “Everyone okay out there?” he calls.

“Yup, no problem,” comes back in an indistinct male voice. This is followed by giggling and shushing noises.

Joe squeezes his eyes shut and makes a concerted effort to ignore whatever’s going on. He needs sleep and does not have the patience for any shenanigans at this time of night.

The following morning while attempting to achieve full consciousness over cups of coffee, Joe notices Steve wincing and flexing his fingers.

“You alright there mate?”

“Fine, fine. I’ll be able to play, no problem.”

On closer examination, there is also a large bruise blooming on his right elbow. Joe sighs, “Go on, what happened?”

“I… fell out of my bunk.” Both he and Alice are looking distinctly sheepish, not looking at Joe or each other.

“What were you doing? Or do I not want to know?”

“Nothing like that!” Steve points an accusing finger at Alice, “She tickled me!”

“You started it!”

“Only because your hair was tickling my nose!”

“Not on purpose!”

Joe leans his head in his hands, “Oh god, as if the Terror Twins weren’t bad enough, now we’ve got the Tickle Twins. A whole new form of shared stupidity.”

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When Alice wakes it is still dark and the bus is purring along straight and smooth, so she surmises they must still be on the highway enroute to Melbourne. She’s used to the sound and the motion now, so it can’t have been that that disturbed her. Maybe just the discomfort of lying in one position, with her boyfriend’s bony chest as a pillow, for too long? After just one more night attempting to sleep in their separate beds, which resulted in Alice lying awake for hours worrying about having another panic attack, and Steve lying awake for hours listening for any signs of Alice having another panic attack, they had resigned themselves to sharing one bunk for the rest of the trip. It’s a tight fit for two people, even two skinny people, so they have not been the most restful of nights. Trying to ease the soreness in her hip, she wriggles the leg that is wrapped around Steve but encounters a slight… obstacle… and lets out a little ‘oops’ in surprise. There is a low chuckle in response - Steve is clearly awake too.

“You, um, okay there, sweetie?” she whispers.

“Feel like I’ve been trying to sleep with a hard-on for a week now!” he replies in a low gravelly voice.

Alice stifles a giggle.

“It’s not funny.” But she can tell from the flash of teeth visible in the low greyish light from the walkway lights showing through the curtain that he’s grinning as he says it.

“Poor baby,” she murmurs with her lips moving against the exposed skin just below his collarbone.

“Stoppit! You’re not helping!” hisses Steve.

“Am I not?” She flutters her fingers where they rest against his ribs just under the hem of his t-shirt, “Sorry.”

He makes a little frustrated growl in response.

“Sorrysorrysorry. I’ll stop.” After a minute of silent stillness she whispers conversationally, “Is this the longest we’ve ever not had sex?”

“No, because we’ve been apart for weeks at a time before. But this is definitely the longest we’ve laid on top of each other and not done it!”

“We’ll be in Sydney in… three days? Then we’ll have a hotel room. That’s not… so long… to wait?”

Steve is trailing his hand gently up and down her back, and three days actually, kinda, seems like a long time now she says it.

“I guess not,” he sighs.

There is another pause, and Steve tries to turn his mind to less interesting topics. Which is not easy with a warm, soft body pressed to his. He can smell her familiar scent, like incense and jasmine, now mixed with a hint of coconut from sunscreen. With effort he drags his reluctant brain away from matters of the flesh and on to chord progressions, trying to hear the music in his head. Now how does the bridge in ‘Have you ever needed someone so bad’ go? The song title is not helping either.

Alice pipes up again, “I’ve never done it on a bus.”

“Not much opportunity on the 414 to Hyde Park Corner.”

“But you have?”

“Long time ago. In my wild younger days.”

“How does it work? Logistically speaking?”

“Well, like this.”

He gently tips Alice over onto her side, reaching down to hook her leg over his hip.

Feeling his erection, poking out of his boxers, now nestled neatly between her thighs, Alice blows out a little puff of air in an ‘oh’ and murmurs, “Yes, I can see that… um… all fits nicely.” She rocks her hips back and forth, just as an experiment.

Steve’s breath catches and he mutters into her hair, “This is torture.”

“D’you think anyone else is awake?”

“I can’t hear anything…”

Alice tilts her face up to him and, warm breath tickling his neck, whispers, “We could be very, very, quiet?”

Stroking his hand up her thigh, he murmurs, “We shouldn’t…”

Sliding her hand further under his shirt and brushing a thumb across his nipple, she agrees, “We mustn’t…”

Steve lets out a breathy moan and Alice smothers it in a kiss.

Across the aisle, Phil pulls his pillow over his head and prays for a quick conclusion.

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Ross’s arrival to join the tour is announced by a sudden flash of light from the open door of the bus, which makes Joe jump and spill his cereal, followed by a cackle and the words ‘that’s a keeper’. The resulting picture - Steve, wearing boxers and sunglasses, with tufts of hair escaping from the plait Alice does for him every night, scratching his arse while staring into the fridge - surfaces some weeks later adorning Steve’s laminate for the Madison Square Garden gig, with the moniker ‘Sex symbol’.

“We ready then boys? I’ve scouted some great locations.”

Joe squints at his watch, “It’s nine-thirty?”

“I know.”

“In the morning?”

“We’ve already missed the best light, better get going pronto.”

Steve, until this point seemingly frozen in place in front of the fridge by the flashbulb, lets out a groan and flops into a seat, dropping his head onto the table.

Ross reaches over and pulls the sunglasses down the slumped man’s nose. After a moment considering the reddened eyes underneath, he pushes them back up, “Yeah, best keep those on.”

Joe stands and slings his bowl into the sink, “I’m gonna get my towel and go shower in the venue.” He disappears into the sleeping quarters, shouting “Phil-o! Shake a leg. Some weirdo wants to take photos of you!” as he walks past the still-closed bunk on his way out.

A few minutes later Phil, looking like a newly-hatched chick, emerges, rubbing his eyes. “Oh, hey Ross. Or should I say g’day?”

The photographer turns his camera from capturing the detritus scattered around the galley sink and focuses on the sleep-crumpled guitarist, “Ready for your closeup Mr Collen?”

“Absolutely, give me twenty seconds.”

Phil pops a couple of slices of bread in the toaster and removes the carton of orange juice from Steve’s unresisting hand to pour a glass for each of them and one for Ross. “So where we going then?”

“Well, there’s a national park quite near - the hills would make a dramatic backdrop…”

A groan emanates from the vicinity of the tabletop. “He doesn’t like hills,” translates Phil.

“…and obviously we have to do some beach shots to get the full Aussie atmosphere…”

Another groan. “He doesn’t like sand either. Or sunshine. It’s the freckles, he tends to blotch.”

“…and I’ve found a scrapyard that’ll be great for a really gritty nighttime shoot…”

They both turn expectantly to the grumbling blond head - silence.

“Apparently that one’s fine?” hazards Phil.

“Or he’s fallen asleep.”

Phil wafts a slice of the just-popped toast in front of Steve’s face. There is no reaction. “You could be right. I’ll get Alice. Steve-whispering is her job now.”

“Help yourself to toast,” he calls over his shoulder, “and there’s loads of beans…”

The shoot is the usual mix of shouted instructions and semi-successful attempts at following them. “Chin up, Joe.” “Stop pouting, Sav.” “Rick, turn to the left.” “No, your left.” “The other left.” “Get back here, Collen.” “Chin down, Joe.” “Clark, you look like your dog died.” “Less flirty, Sav.” “No, actually, more flirty!” “Chin up, Joe.” “Collen… where’s…? COLLEN! GET OUT OF THE SEA!”

Getting pictures of the show proves just as entertaining. Ross, quite understandably, refuses to hang from the lighting rig this time and instead scampers around the understage area, popping up out of the stairways like a gopher to snap whichever band member is passing at the time. Phil and Joe regard this as a giant game of photographer-whac-a-mole, aiming a kick, in jest of course, at the camera everytime it emerges in their vicinity. Sav, who doesn’t enjoy surprises, is less keen and all the photos taken of him look startled! And Steve’s habit of galloping around the stage without looking where he’s going almost spells disaster with a collision that sends the two artists and the tools of their trades flying! The show crashes to a halt as the rest of the band rush to help, finding, thank goodness, the two men lying in a tangled heap of limbs, strings, and scattered lenses, laughing too hard to get up! One camera down and a bruise the size of, he claims, a dinnerplate on his arse, Ross declares his assignment over and adds danger money to the Q Prime invoice.

Photos which were mysteriously rejected from inclusion in the behind-the-scenes tour booklet included:

Sav buying the entire stock of Tim Tams at a servo

Steve’s kangaroo impression

Karla and Stacy getting chatted up by two buff-looking surfer dudes

Rick flashing his arse in the bus window

Joe with curlers in his fringe

Steve drawing a moustache on Phil while he’s sleeping

Phil drawing a cock and balls on Steve’s forehead while he’s sleeping

Joe wearing a balaclava while he’s sleeping

Sav and Dara dancing to Achy Breaky Heart in the car park outside the National Tennis Centre

Alice sitting in Steve's lap, plucking his eyebrows with intense concentration

Rick balanced on one leg and using the other foot to hold a tomato while he slices it with a six-inch knife, entirely insouciant despite being stood in the galley of a bus moving at 70mph

Joe throwing Phil’s harmonica out of the window

Joe’s face when Phil pulls a second harmonica out of his pocket

Peter threatening to clout Ross with a didgeridoo if he takes any more stupid pictures

[hayleybaaby]

Bringing back surveys!

Y’all remember back in the day, when MySpace bulletins were where we poured our hearts out in survey questions?!? It was totally fun lol I used to do this on my last Tumblr account. I can’t access it anymore, so I’m starting over here 🩷

Tired of those surveys made by high school kids? ‘Have you ever kissed someone? Missed someone? Drank alcohol?’
Here are 40 questions for Grown Ups:

1.What bill do you hate paying the most?
it’s a tie between the light bill & land/vehicle taxes smh 🙄

2.Where was the last place you had a romantic dinner?
honestly y’all it’s been so long I literally do not know 😅😂 hubby & I’ve never been out without children lol y’all gotta think my oldest two existed when I met him, so it was never an alone moment 🙂‍↔️

3. What do you really want to be?
I always wanted to be a psychologist, but that’s too many years in school & now I’ve got too many kids lol so it’ll have to be a nurse probably.. I’m really leaning towards Lactation Consultant 🤱🏼

4. How many colleges did you attend?
just one, online.

5. Why did you choose the shirt you have on?
it’s actually a romper from Temu lol it’s all about comfort as well as accessibility… for a breastfeeding 2.5 year old 🤱🏼

6. Thoughts on gas prices?
I don’t have to worry about getting gas cus my husband & I currently share a vehicle 😂😩 it definitely isn’t convenient when all he does is work 12–15hr shifts & only has off on the weekends.. or I can drive him one hour one way (leaving my house, at the latest, by 4am.. with 4 children).

7. First thought when the alarm goes off in the morning?
since it’s still summer break for my oldest 2 kiddos, the only alarm I am currently having to hear is Monday — Friday to get up with my husband & make his breakfast n lunch for the day. It’s quite relaxing to know that I then don’t have to rush up two cranky kids at 6am to get them to their school bus (with our van that’s only meant to be on our road as it’s got some issues — now the worst part is that the battery is constantly dying, leaving me unable to get them to the bus stop on time). ⏰ my life is pretty simple tho I just wake up thankful for my husband who provides for us, my blessing of kids, & the fact that we’re never hungry or sick. But I’m not gonna lie, my mental health is a big factor when I wake up. A lot of times I have to forcibly remind myself of those amazing things in my life or I won’t want to move from the bed. Period. Having severe depression, severe anxiety, ADHD, OCD, PTSD, etc isn’t something fun to live with… like I’m forever battling my own brain 24/7.

8. Last thought you have before you go to bed?
are my children really happy? Am I doing my best? Then of course I think about my husband & his life as well. Is this what he wanted?!? 4 kids (2 bonus kids for him although he’s never considered them his stepkids) & a wife who solely depend on him whilst he pulls nasty trashcans in the hot sun for up to 15hrs a day with barely any peace at all…

9. Do you miss being a kid?
I took being a kid for granted. BiG TiME. I dealt with my mental health issues since I was very young, so I never got to truly enjoy my childhood. The freedom, the peace, the happiness, the absolute zero fkin cares in the world! I wasn’t depended on for anything lol & I had NO BILLS 💸 I literally thought that I knew what sadness n stress was bahaha NOPE 🙂‍↔️ now that I’m an adult, I do wish that I would’ve cherished my childhood & parents more. They weren’t perfect, but they loved me & only wanted what they thought was best for me. I was their main focus besides my sister. They kept the fridge full, lights/internet/Dish network/mortage/any other bills paid, worked, my Mama always cooked, & I had plenty of nice belongings. My Dad kept me with some of the latest technology (although he’s always been anti-Apple & it’s all I’ve ever loved lmao) & my mama always took me to the mall or good stores to buy us nice clothing! 🫶🏻 I was very blessed as a child. 🩷

10. What errand/chore do you despise the most?
the worst chore would definitely be the dishes 😂 I don’t get to run many errands cus I mean Rome is constantly working with the vehicle lol. But I hate dishes. Maaan. Not having a dishwasher is some BS 🖕🏻

11. Up early or sleep in?
tbh sleeping in is always my favorite 😩💜😅 but I’m forever up early now due to my husband’s job. He’s gone for usually like 15–16hrs; that’s usually plus the 1hr trip to & from. But oftentimes he will work a 15hr shift & be gone even LONGER. His days begin so fkin early & end insanely, miserably late…

12. Found love ?
yesss, in a few places. Specifically my beautiful children & hardworking, handsome husband 🥹 we’ve been together for 5 years on April 26th, 2019 & married for 3 as of March 23rd, 2021 💍��🏼‍🤝‍👨🏾

13. Favorite lunch meat?
i love either deli sliced turkey or ham haha & I enjoy some buffalo chicken, too… I used to have a fave brand, but they don’t always have it anymore so I can’t ever get it smfh it’s Sara Lee but now all they ever have is Prima Della or whatever UUUUGGGGHHH.

14. What do you get at Walmart every time?
without fail, always fruits 🍎 🍌 🍉 🍓 & so much more lol like diapers, wipes, etc. but my kiddos will go through a large like $5 container of strawberries IN ONE SITTING. 🪑 it’s bs haha they eat an entire bag of oranges in one day as well as an entire thing of bananas. The grapes?!? Those don’t last 24hrs either. I hide the green & red apples in the back, but when they run outta immediate fruit, they go for these n they’re gone within 24hrs as well 🙂‍↔️

15. Beach or lake?
the beach 🏖️🌞🌊 it’s getting closer for our beach trip.. leaving on my birthday on Friday! ♋️ July 12th 🥳 but we also enjoy the lake trips we have with MawMaw (my mother). 🏊🏽‍♀️

16. Is marriage outdated?                                                                                                                                                              Most definitely not. 💍 if it isn’t your thing then okay, but I love being my husband’s wife🖤 it’s such a beautiful feeling. March 23rd, 2021–Forever ♾️

17. What famous person would you like to have dinner with?
Marilyn Monroe. 🤍 Y’all never said if they’re alive or not lol.

18. Ever crashed your vehicle?
yessss 🥺 the most traumatizing experience of my entire adulthood (other than my ex trying to take my life & abusing me, but I meant like I guess technically something that was in MY so-called control). it was my Mazda. I only had a GPS to rely on. It was back in April 2019, a few weeks before I met/began dating my husband. Either way, I was otw to get my iPhone fixed at the only local Apple Store.. my phone had broken the day before. literally over an hour away from where I was living at the time (with my parents in Prospect, VA). I’d just drove over the Chesterfield line when I ran off the road, & instead of past the white line to your right there wasn’t more pavement BUT GRAVEL. Idfk why they do this cus tbh it caused my wreck 😞 I was going probably 60–65mph (basically the speed limit cus I never speed with my kids). Instead of wrecking into a tree head on into the woods directly to my right, I overcorrected & flipped my car 5 TIMES into the median that separated both ways of traffic. I’m blessed cus it could’ve kept going & landed on the opposite side of traffic ☹️ my oldest 2 were my only children at the time. Miranda was 4 years old while Leonardo was only 2ish. I was told by the police & first responders that if I hadn’t properly strapped my kids into their seats, they wouldn’t have made it 💔💔💔 Same for me wearing my seatbelt. They told me that my lil car did her job protecting us & that if it’d had been a Honda, it would’ve balled ALLLL up (I used to drive a Honda before my Mazda, so that was a scary image). I couldn’t imagine man I smacked my head each time we flipped.. if my babies hadn’t been strapped in, omg.. they wouldn’t be alive. & all I could think at the moment in the accident was trying to get back there to my babies cus at this point I’d lost complete control of my vehicle & knew that there wasn’t anything else I could possibly do – when we finally stopped flipping, it was like.. slow mo. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t look in the backseat. I just had to get them out. My driver’s side was crushed in as well as my entire front windshield. My back windshield was completely blown out as well as most of the windows. I. Was. Petrified. I kicked out my passenger’s side door. The silence was deafening. Neither of them screamed. But after the door was ripped opened, I was met with 4 wild eyes. They were definitely terrified of course. My oldest claimed that she blacked out (that’s obviously not how she said it, but that’s what had to have happened cus when I asked her what she remembered she couldn’t tell me at all). My two year old began crying because obviously I’m in a state of real panic & terror. & he’d just been in a tragic accident. I instantly ripped them both outta their car seats. Other people on the road pulled over to help/comfort/figure out what happened. I couldn’t even fkin call 911 because my phone was broken, hence why I was even in the vehicle otw to where I was. I met one of my closest friends at the time (she lives & works in that area; I believe that she’d just gotten off from work at her teaching job). She sat with me after the police & EMS left. I was beyond grateful. We waited for my mother to pick me & the kids up. We couldn’t go anywhere cus after an accident, those car seats are basically useless. My mom & I were currently not on great terms cus we’d been arguing BADLY for several months. But I’ll never forget the fear in her voice & the relief when she finally got to us. Over an hour away, as I stated. I also believe that she was at work at the time it occurred, which was even farther from where I was located cus she worked the opposite way from where we lived. But either way, it was scary & I wish that we’d never had to experience it. Although my oldest two don’t remember, I do. It’s forever in my heart. Still makes me cry to this day! 🥺😪🤧 I posted some images from the wreck in this thread.

20. Strangest place you’ve brushed your teeth?
idk, at a campground I guess?!? lol like outside of our tent? 🏕️

21. Somewhere you’ve never been but want to go?
there’s quite a few places! I’d love to travel. I want to visit Italy (both of my grandmothers are Italian) & Egypt. I’ve always been fascinated with the pyramids, the beautiful people & culture. Then of course I’d love to take my kids to both Disney World & Disney Land 😀 I’d also LOVE to visit Mexico, as my oldest 2 children are 50% Mexican 🇲🇽 But idk I doubt it’ll ever be more than a fantasy cus my toxic, volatile, extremely abusive ex was deported there after he attempted to kill me (& some other really fking traumatizing things happened, in front of my then newly 3 year old & almost 1 month old). I try my best to educate my babies on their heritage, but I’m the white patent who isn’t super educated other than what she learned in Spanish class in 10th & 12th grade plus the college course I took. I do my own researching of course & I’ve got many Mexican mama friends online, but it’s definitely NOT the same.

22. At this point in your life would you want to start a new career or relationship?
I wouldn’t mind a career in a few years. I’ve got too many small children to care for right now. I’m truly more than likely going to pursue a career in nursing! It’s never too late 😃 especially as a recovering addict, I can assist with a lot of that stuff as well. But my true dream would to become a lactation consultant 🤱🏼 as a Mommy who’s been nursing for now about 10 years almost straight (I took off maybe a year because I’d weaned my firstborn son {my 2nd child} a little after 2 years old then fell pregnant with my 3rd child a few months later). Other than that, I’ve forever been producing breast milk 🥛 it’s something I’m insanely educated on & very passionate about 🤍🩷💛

23. How old are you?
I’ll be 30 on July 12th! ♋️ 🎂 🎉 🎈 🥳 🎁

24. Do you have a go to person?
it’s always my husband & then if not him, my mother. two of my biggest supporters 💜🖤 I also get a lot of love & support from my babies, especially my oldest. She’s always trying to comfort Mama 🥹

25. Are you where you want to be in life?
I’m honestly content with my life but could be happier if I was able to help my husband provide for our family. But I’m super happy to be a Mommy. I’m a young Mama, started having kids at 19… I never imagined that for myself tho. My dreams & plans were to attend college & become a psychologist! 👩🏼‍⚕️

26. Growing up what were your favorite cartoons?
rugrats, rocket power, hey arnold, pinky & the brain, ahhh monsters, courage the cowardly dog (a top fave), catdog, sssooo much more lol

27. What about you do you think has changed since you were a young kid?                                                                         Obviously my looks lol & maybe the way I see life now. I have much more to live for now as well 😊

28. Looking back at high school were they the best years of your life?
F no lmao I was kinda like the weirdo loner kid who didn’t like nor trust anyone 🤣 I’d been hurt too many times & bullied ALL throughout my entire school education. I began fighting back tho in 8th grade 🤷🏼‍♀️ maybe a lil younger when two boys were picking on me during a test & I’d turned around, snatched one of the loser’s tests & threw it in the trash 🙃 the teacher literally smiled lol. Smh. But either way, I’d gotten into too many fights/trouble (I legit stayed in ISS & OSS plus detentions) my 9th grade year n Prince Edward threatened to expel me – they then “agreed” to suspending me the first 10 days of the 10th grade school year. My mama wasn’t having that 😭🫠 she pulled me from public school & enrolled me in our local dreaded, racist ass private school y’all lemme tell ya 😩😤 I couldn’t stand that place. I’d legit eat lunch in the bathroom. It was depressing. I didn’t really make friends either. I didn’t try to tbh. I begged to return to public school, & my mom made me promise that I’d stay outta trouble or she’d send me right back cus all she wanted was what was best for me! I did my best mostly throughout my 11th grade year. During my senior year, I kept skipping classes to go to work at my daycare job looool 😝 they literally tried to fail me cus I didn’t attend my last 2 blocks of the day (an English class that was combined into 2 blocks due to it being advanced English). I was very capable – I scored a perfect score on my SAT in writing. ✍️ But I wanted to go to work, & I was always depressed at schools. People try to always say (since we’re now all adults), “Hayley, you were so mean in school!” Naw, y’all bullied tf outta me, causing me severe anxiety & severe depression, which made me misunderstood 🫥 it’s cool tho I’m glad to have graduated cus I mean, I did well in school. I even received an academic jacket for having a certain GPA level in school 🏫 I wish that I’d participated more now that I’m an adult. Screw the jerks. I missed out on both proms as well as refusing to play sports with my schoolmates, & I was a lover of softball 🥎 once I aged outta youth league ball, I played one year for the private school (it was about favoritism & who your parents knew, so I NEVER got played). I’ll never forget when my school ball coach stumbled upon one of my youth league ball games & saw how much the team literally relied on me. My fave base was 2nd base & then I loved to pitch, but they literally put me EVERYWHERE! If they knew that the girl was a hard hitter, I’d be placed in the outfield to ground the ball or catch a popup 🤷🏼‍♀️😁 But I literally played every single base y’all one inning I’m on 1st base then next I’m pitching (I did a lot of pitching btw) then I’m on 3rd base & then next I’m in the outfield 🫠😂😅 I would get legit mad af cus I only wanted to play 2nd base 😒 But it was AMAZING. I loved my last year playing softball for PEFYA!

29. Are there times you still feel like a kid?
honestly..? Maybe. I mean. I don’t work. I don’t physically provide for my family. I literally have to rely on my husband’s income. It’s just.. stressful. When my youngest ones are old enough to go to school, I’m going to start working again. I haven’t worked since 2013, exactly 1 month before my oldest was born 👶🏽 it’ll be.. different 😵‍💫👀 but it’s worth it in the end.

30. Did you have a pager or one of those old flip phones?
I definitely wasn’t old enough for a pager lol 📟 But I had one of those cute lil badass pink flipphones that stayed charged up for DAYS! I received it for my 12th birthday 🥳 I’ll never forget how I was gifted it.. my dad took my sister n I up the road to check the mail more than likely, & otw back to the house, a phone starts to ring. My dad’s all grinning & excited. He finally hands it to me & tells me that it’s MY phone 📞 I was so hype lol back then those things were THE SHIIII 🔥 I remember when I went over on my texting limit & got in soooo much trouble when I was in 8th grade 😭

31. Was there a hangout spot when you were a teenager?
y’all. I’m from Farmville. Our “chill spot” in the early 2010’s was Walmart or the bowling alley 🤷🏼‍♀️🫠 & remember ya gotta be 21 to get in the bar to drink. So, a lot of us chilled at Walmart & would literally walk around it lmfao 🤣💀🤧 you’d think we’d have chilled at the park or maybe even tried to hang on the local university campus (Longwood), but nope. Walmart it was 🤪

32. Were you the type of kid you’d want your children to hang out with?
absolutely! I’m loyal AF & always have been 💕 to the point where I’ll genuinely make mistakes trying to defend or help you & instead possibly make the situation worse 😬🥴 I ride for my people.. I don’t have many close people in my life. It’s literally my husband, my 4 kids, & I speak to my parents. I have relatives I keep up with, but I mean, my CIRCLE is my family 🫶🏻 I also always stood up for my friends NO MATTER WHAT. I’d go to war behind them! I hope that my babies have amazing friends whom they are able to remain lifelong friends with. I never was able to have that..

33. Was there a teacher or authority figure that stood out to you?
most of them were total assholes 😅😆 but I did have two favorites. My 11th grade history teacher n my government/psychology teacher for 11th n 12th grade I believe.

34. Do you tell stories that start with when I was your age?
I definitely do this with my kiddos 😂😂😂 I cannot get over the fact that I’ll be 30 on Friday! It’s unbelievable at times 😱🤯🤬

35. Are you religious?
let’s get real right quick. I wasn’t raised in a super religious household. My dad will tell ya he’s a logical man & simply cannot find comfort in stuff like that, which was strange to hear recently from my Dad… cus growing up I always knew that he wasn’t a religious man or anything but didn’t know he thought the EXACT SAME WAY that I do! It’s interesting to hear. My mother says that she does believe in a God, that someone or something is definitely up there & there’s something after this. I truly wish that I could believe that 😞☹️ my life would be so much more positive. Instead, I live in constant fear of death cus I believe once you’re lying in the ground, that’s all. Ain’t nothing after this 😢 i want to spend every waking moment with my loved ones. I have to enjoy the time that we have 😪 I don’t want to think this way, but I’m a very logical person & so it’s hard to believe anything else. My husband was raised Christian but converted to Islam when he was a very young adult ☪️ I love that about him tbh it’s such a beautiful religion in itself. But idk I just don’t have the capacity to truly believe in that stuff.. why are there SO MANY RELIGIONS?!? Which one is real?

36. What’s your favorite subscription to watch?

I’m obsessed with Paramount+ right now. Binging The Challenge’s last few seasons since I got super behind when I moved in with my husband over 5 years ago! I was also trying to catch up on Are You The One? I love my garbage reality love trash TV 💕💕💕 I’m also in love with Discovery+ for the True Crime as well as YouTube Premium, my general go to. For the true crime as well plus music & my sleep sounds. 🎼

37. Are you into politics?

I was very into politics, for many years. Idk, kinda gotten outta them. Everyone’s fake af & it’s terrifying. But I fkin hate Trump. He’s the TERRORIST! He’s a racist bigot who says harmful things. People will literally try to defend this man’s “running” of the country due to gas prices being so low when he was in office in 2020.. cus.. well.. I DUNNO.. the fkin COVID PANDEMIC JUST HIT!?! 🤒 nobody was leaving the damn house! It’s scary. My children are ALL biracial. Oldest 2 are half Mexican while the youngest 2 are half black. They must learn that hatred is completely WRONG. I’ll never support that sh*t. I’ll never forget when I was finally old enough to vote! It was 2012. I’d just turned 18 back in July. Booooy, was I grateful that I had just turned 18 to be able to officially vote in the presidential election! 🗳️ I voted for President Obama, of course. Proudly ☺️

38. Do you own any animals?

Yes, we have a pitbull named Jax & then a so-called Frenchie named Prissy, but the older she’s gotten the more… bully she’s looking 😩😭 I don’t even like thinking about it! Spent all that money to more than likely have gotten straight up ROBBED 💔 we also have outside cats named Ren featuring her baby kittens, Princess, Kiko, Libby, & I can’t recall the other one’s name rn 🐈 I’m not a big fan of animals lately tbh they’re very messy & it’s difficult with 4 children. I’m doing my best, but wooooo 😮‍💨 I miss my ferret. She was amazing in every way & super easy to care for ☹️ I miss my girl.

39. Do you have any children?

Yes! 4 beautiful babies 🫶🏻 Miranda Analena (10 years old), Leonardo Eduardo (7 years old), Zarriah Devonne Lynn (4 years old), & Khaza De’Onte (2.5 years old). 👧🏽🧒🏽👧🏽🧑🏽‍🦱

40. What’s your favorite meal to cook?

I like to make chicken Alfredo or surf n turf 😋 🤤 also tacos n burritos or chicken quesadillas 🌯 the kids would prefer burgers, chicken sandwiches, chicken nuggets, pizza, & fries over a good ass meal tho lmao smfh 😅

[neon-in-the-night-time]

oh god memorial day weekend was so chaotic this year, everything was a clusterfuck. friday and saturday were so chaotic but i barely remember what happened then bc everything sunday overshadowed it wtf

family drama and rants after the cut… also a content warning for mentions of blood

my sister and i woke up at 7 am on friday in order to beat the traffic (we couldn’t go down thursday night like our parents and my mom’s older younger brother did bc my sister had a concert). i decided to take advantage of the house being empty of my parents to look in the “witchcraft shed” to see if my mother had hidden any of my possessions i didn’t know about (my mom in the last year has gone on a crusade against “witchcraft” and after i left for college she took anything she deemed witchcraft and shoved it in this shed so that the witchcraft wouldn’t be “tainting” her home) and a few things that i knew i didn’t take with me to college but were missing when i came home weren’t in the shed (most notably the giant 6 foot wide 4 foot long spider me and two of my friends built in high school that was meant to be aragog from h*rry potter that i keep not bc i like harry potter (🤢) anymore but because he’s a giant spider and i always take him with me to sleepaway camp to decorate the unit bc he adds ambiance and also the matching smaller spiders that i made that i hung from the rafters are gone too). but what i’m most mad that she hid in the shed is this little canvas painting of a corn snake that a camper made for me 3 years ago… that goes on my camper fanart wall! that was a gift! how dare she!

anyways me and my sister rescued the shit we wanted to rescue (including the cd of the live action little mermaid soundtrack) and we went on our merry way down to the shore. all was well, we didn’t run into any traffic on the way and we got dunks for breakfast. my mom’s youngest brother was also supposed to come down on friday, and he was supposed to drop off his 13yo daughter (my cousin) at his ex-wife’s house bc it’s supposed to be her weekend. my cousin is not happy with this seeing as she has spent the first 12 memorial day weekends of her life down the shore at our beachhouse with her dad’s side of the family and the last 3-4 years since the divorce it was always her dad’s turn during mdw. my cousin had been trying to convince her mom to come down so that she can come down too and spend the day with her cousins (mainly me my sister and our two cousins who are our age (19-21)) (there’s no one her age on our side of her family). this is unlikely as her mom has not been to our beachhouse in 7 years. my uncle is trying to communicate with my aunt (ik they’re divorced but she’s still my aunt in my head idk) and trying to coordinate dropping off my cousin with her but she is not responding. he ends up taking my cousin with him down the shore. my cousin keeps complaining to me and my sister that her mom would rather go do yoga that spend time with her. the gist we are getting from the cousin is that her mom does not want to have her that weekend for whatever reason and our cousin is not happy about it. she eventually comes down saturday afternoon (without telling any of the other adults apparently. just her daughter. which my uncle (her ex-husband) and my mom were not happy about). it was extremely awkward for everyone

i don’t remember if anything happened saturday. i’m almost positive something happened but i don’t remember after the chaos of sunday

so of course the day starts at 8 am to wake up and go to my parents’ new church that’s totally not a cult… it was whatever. i’ve been zoning out during church sermons since i was like 12 so i was a pro at this. i think up gay fanfiction during the entire time. on the way back to the beach house from church i sat in the backseat of the van (a spot that i have had claimed since middle school for whole-family car rides bc not only can i zone out whatever my parents and brother are arguing about this time but i get praise for how “selfless” i am for taking the backseat, which i suppose technically has a little less legroom than the other seats). we’re on the exit ramp from the garden state parkway to get back to [town redacted]. my parents are arguing, my brother is loudly complaining about something i guess, idk, i was reading fanfiction on my phone. i was not paying attention. i am, however, paying attention when my dad rear-ends the big pickup truck in front of us on the exit ramp, which is very crowded because it’s memorial day weekend. my mom starts to yell at my dad for being reckless. my dad steps out to talk to the guy in the pickup truck. luckily for us the truck isn’t damaged, just a small gash on the front of my mom’s minivan. my dad and the guy in the pickup dap each other up (or at least i am told that’s what the gesture was after trying to explain it to my cousin). my dad gets back in the car and we start driving back to the house. my brother starts yelling about something. i don’t remember what. my mom’s still chastising my dad for driving recklessly (the pickup stopped very suddenly it would’ve been hard for my dad to stop on time). my brother continues screaming as my parents ignore him. my mom declares that we’re having “quiet time”. k-love is playing faintly in the background. my brother is not happy that we’re still playing music during quiet time. my mom wins.

also on sunday my mom’s older sister and their dad (my poppop) are supposed to come for a day trip. now the thing you need to know about my poppop is he is very old. he has dementia and he has a large number of health problems. the backs of his hands and forearms (which are normally the color of a very tan italian-american) are speckled with black. i don’t actually know why this is. he has difficulty with walking, but refuses to use mobility aids. he also isn’t allowed to drive anymore, which is why he came with my aunt. his skin is apparently really really thin (this is relevant). the plan was initially for everyone to go out to lunch at this one seafood restaurant we always go to. usually we go saturday night when the most people are here, but poppop wanted to go, and because he has been going there for decades and is friends (?) with the owner, his kids were willing to indulge him. my aunt and my poppop get there while my mom’s older younger brother, his wife, and their two sons (the aforementioned cousins who are me and my sister’s age) are down at the beach. my sister and i text our cousins saying “hey pop’s here you guys wanna come back so we can go to [seafood restaurant]?” but no. apparently poppop and my aunt want to go to the beach first. also poppop wants to go to the restaurant for dinner. everyone except me and my mom seem fine with this. before he leaves for the beach, however, poppop asks my mom if there’s any beers. she’s trying to get out of getting him a beer. i’m not sure if she was genuinely concerned for his health or doing her weird “i am in this world but i am not of this world” judgey thing again. she asks if i can look in the outside fridges for pop. i do not pick up that she does not actually want me to get him a beer, however, i thought that my uncle’s beers that he had were in bottles and not cans so when i saw the beer can on it’s side i thought it was a soda can. “sorry pop, there’s no beers in there” “uncle [redacted] must have took them with him to the beach”. my dad gets him the beer, as he also did not pick up on the fact that my mom really did not want him having that beer (she ended up being right on this one tho given what happened)

it is agreed among poppop’s kids that we are going to show up at the restaurant exactly as it opens at 4 to put our names in so that we can get poppop back home to pennsylvania at a reasonable time bc he’s old and they’re worried about his health. there are 9 people going to the restaurant: me, my sister, my mom, my mom’s older younger brother and his family, my mom’s sister, and my poppop. my dad and brother are staying back bc my brother has a ton of allergies and is eating on his own, my mom’s youngest brother and his kid left in the morning. me, my sister, and the cousin that’s my sister’s age are sent on foot to put our name in and the other six come a little later in two cars. we put our name in, we get our table, all is well. we’re waiting for about 5-10 minutes and then our aunt (my mom’s sister) comes in. she tells us that poppop fell coming out of the car and he’s bleeding heavily from his head and also his knee. she says that poppop is insisting we don’t call an ambulance. my sister and i, who are first aid/for trained and certified, say abso-fucking-lutely not, especially at his age. we tell the server we’re forfeiting our table and we walk outside to see what’s happening. when we walk out we see my mom had the same idea as us bc she’s on the phone with 911. her siblings think she’s overreacting (she’s correct to do this). my older cousin (my age) and his dad are pressing paper towels against poppop’s head to stop the bleeding. the restaurant owner (who is friends/familiar with my poppop and is also very old) and his daughter and granddaughter (who run the restaurant) are outside too (this is where they got the paper towels) (they also got a large bag of ice but it wouldn’t help much in the situation). the police arrive, ems not long after. at some point my mom has me call my dad to update him on the situation. ems gets pop bandaged up and on a stretcher in the ambulance. my mom goes with him in the ambulance, and the adultier adults (my mom’s brother, sister, and her brother’s wife) follow in one of the cars. once my older cousin has washed his hands of the blood (biohazard), my mom has the four of us drive her van back home. our cousins’ mom gives us $40 for dinner.

we drive hack home, we give my dad another update, we eventually get dinner at this italian place on the boardwalk that used to have really good really cheap pizza but has kinda fell to the wayside recently and is hella expensive now but it’s possible for me to eat there with my gluten thing which is what really matters. poppop is in the hospital until 9ish at night, the adults are arguing whether he should stay the night in the hospital, stay the night at our beach house, or drive back to pennsylvania and spend the night at home. staying at the hospital would probably be best but he really doesnt want to and the hospital discharges him. by now the other adultier adults have agreed that my mom was right to call 911. it’s decided that poppop is going to stay the night at the shore, which is an issue because the fog is really thick and we’re on the second floor of the house so he’d have to go up the wet, outdoor stairs to get up here. also because with him and my aunt staying over, we are slightly over capacity when it comes to beds. when he gets there there is a team of about 5 people surrounding him making sure he doesn’t fall again coming up the steps. nobody can agree on the bed situation, nobody is happy, at some point somebody tries to convince my sister to sleep on the trundle bed. it’s a mess.

also the whole time all this is happening my parents and sister are arguing about my sister’s birthday/her birthday gifts and my mom is being all uppitty about the fact that she doesn’t drink alcohol

[sadnesslaughs]

When we started this "Secret Brotherhood" back in high school, it was just a joke. Now, thirty years later, I think our joke went too far.

(A response to a writing prompt)

“The presidents on the line, he’s agreed to our terms.” Andy held the phone away from his face, worried that it might explode if he placed it near his ear. Assassination attempts had been getting worse ever since they moved towards world domination, and Andy wasn’t about to take any unnecessary risks. Andy couldn’t believe they had done it. Their secret brotherhood was going to be the new shadow government. In thirty short years, their stupid joke had turned to the domination of a country.

Fina put down her glass of wine, staring at Andy, assuming he was joking. When she saw his astonished expression, she jumped from the couch, sending red wine spilling onto the carpet. “What do you mean, he’s agreed? Hasn’t this all been a joke? Who's really on the phone?”

“One second.” Andy held the phone in front of his mouth. “I’ll call you back, bye-bye!” He sang those words out as he hung up. “Ok, now we can talk in private. What do you mean, who's really on the phone? The president, remember? You said it was our time to move? Housings getting too expensive, so it’s time for the brotherhood to become the new big brother?”

She knew this had to be a joke. Pulling out her phone, she called Diana, her childhood friend, and another member of the brotherhood of Freedom. “Hey, Diana.” She said, words shaky as she clung to her phone. “This brotherhood things a joke, right?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah. It’s a joke, and if any agents or police officers are listening to this line, I want them to know that phone tapping is uncool and all that. Don’t worry, I’ve got you. I won’t say anything that can get us in trouble. Wink-Wink, nudge-nudge, all that type of stuff.”

“Oh, no…. Why did no one tell me you two were serious? I thought this was all a joke.”

“A joke? Those speeches you gave moved us. All those speeches about how the world would be better with us running it. We wanted to help you build the perfect world. Look how close we are.” Andy patted her on the shoulder while Diana spoke from the mobile.

“Yeah, and those brilliant plans of yours. You were right, blackmailing all the corrupt politicians was easy. They folded instantly. We only had to kill one of them.”

“YOU KILLED SOMEONE?”

“YOU TOLD US TO KILL HIM! Remember, you said we needed to burn anyone that got in our way. It was harsh, but fair.”

“This is bad, I’m going to die.” Fina opened her blinds, spotting a black van and a scope that was pointed right at her. As soon as she appeared in the window, a loud bang rattled through the neighborhood, only for Andy to tackle her as the bullet pierced the window, creating a hole in her tv.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. At least not until the president signs the paperwork. Don’t worry, I’ll have that officer exiled to a private island later for his attempt on your life.” Andy wasn’t bothered by the near death experience, reaching up to close the blinds before pulling Fina to safety.

Shaking on the floor, Fina held her knees, muttering about how much trouble she was in. “We need to apologize. Tell them all it’s a misunderstanding.”

“Bit late for that. You can’t un-threaten someone’s life.” Diana spoke from the spot beside Fina, the phone having been dropped when she was tackled.

“Yeah, this is our only choice now. Don’t worry, we’re all in this together. We won’t abandon our leader.”

“Leader?… You made me the leader?”

“Of course, you’re the one that decided to start the brotherhood. It only makes sense you would lead us.” Andy helped her to her feet, bringing her to the couch.

“How didn’t I notice this was all going on?”

“You’re a bit of a shut in. Maybe you didn’t go out enough to see anything. Have you checked the news lately?”

“I only read articles about the dog dancing competition in Spain…. This is really bad. Ok, so we can’t back out of this. What do we do?”

Diana’s voice was quiet, being on the opposite side of the room now. Noticing the hint of noise, Andy went and retrieved the phone, placing it on the couch, allowing her to participate again in the conversation.

“She can hear you now, Diana.”

“We do as you say. The brotherhood only got this far because of you. What do you think we should do?”

Diana thought about it. Her plans were often stupid, sprouting whatever dumb thing came to the top of her head. Maybe she needed to keep doing that? Taking the wine bottle, she downed a mouthful. “Ok, we hold the president in Andy’s basement, keeping him on constant watch for a week until we are certain we have secured our control. Then we get them to construct a skyscraper for us, one that sits near their headquarters, so they will always be in our shadows. Ensure all blackmail is ready to go on a moment’s notice, if anyone so much as blinks the wrong way, leak their details. To show we are serious, leak two at random.” “Will do!” Diana and Andy said, Diana hanging up as soon as Fina gave the order while Andy called the president back, listing some new terms for their agreement. While they did that, Fina slid down the couch, staring into her lap, contemplating what she had accidentally created.

It was only supposed to be a joke. A way to air their frustrations at the world while not actually doing anything to change it. She didn’t know how to run a shadow government. Unable to back out, Fina decided she would keep bluffing, hoping it kept her alive.

[teacherintransition]

A Unique and New Experience

Circumstances and Life Changes Introduced A New Sensation

… may the new never stop!

As I’ve referenced in other articles and anecdotes, it’s been my personal experience that my circle of friends has gotten smaller as I entered this new stage of life. Is it because I have a tendency to be a smart ass? Ttthhhhaaats possible. The fact that the majority of humanity have an equal tendency to be arses is to also be considered. Consider also the possibility that not being in a work situation daily has a lot do with a reduced social circle. If you, like me, detest chitchat, I HATE chitchat, but this you know. I dare say gentle reader that with wisdom and the accumulation of years, you just want to avoid the mindless bullshit of conformed socializing and surround yourself with people of a like mind. Breaking the no Covid mentioning rule in my writing, I gotta say that the pandemic probably altered all of our social practices forever. Besides immediate family, a lot of …uh …family can often take each other for granted; with all of this taken into account, what are you left with? For the teacher in transition, I got six friends…I lost two in recent months and three came along with joining our cigar lounge. Only three from the ancient days of high school. With this …I got no problem.

The previously mentioned “Great Quadrumvirate,” are old friends from ancient days that I text and or call several times weekly and a couple almost daily. This line up of scholarly rucksack bums consists of Rudolpho (MH), Radolpho (SD) and Lonnie Ramone (LW); and with only two exceptions with Rudolpho, I’ve not seen them face to face since Covid. This has been a lonely circumstance, but in the immortal words of Tony Soprano, “What are yuh gonna do?” The unique experience of which I’m referring to in the title involves Radolpho. Radolpho and I have a unique history which involves a friendship of forty five years, membership in a disreputable (but fun) high school group of n’er do wells, we’re both early retiring educators, cigar and scotch aficionados, lovers of travel, we’re both artists, our families spent dinners and drinks together often when our kids were young, comforted each other when we have both lost parents, and are philosophical in nature, but with different perspectives. These differing perspectives have had us butt heads at times, but nothing worthwhile goes smoothly. We text almost daily and some have some lengthy exchanges; with August of 2020 being the last time we were in each other’s physical presence. Radolpho sat with us in our front yard all properly social distanced with the obligatory six feet. Sweet Baby Jeebus…do you remember those terrible days.

Since retiring and the diminished Covid crisis, we both have traveled to various places and have both abandoned (literally and figuratively) East Texas as our primary abode. Radolpho hit the road in his van (my smart assness is fighting to resist the urge to go to a Chris Farley bit…I shall be strong) and Kim and I have visited several states and Europe while living in new locations every three months as Kim travel nurses. As mentioned, we keep in almost daily contact recommending locations to visit, books to read, sharing new tunes and just general stuff. Events unfolded to where there was a chance that we would all get together over the holidays, but Rudolpho’s father had a turn of bad health so that became a cluster****, but on a random whim I asked Radolpho to run by our cigar lounge last week. He was in town visiting his mom. I didn’t even consider the fact that it had been over two years since we’d been face to face when I opened the speakeasy door to the lounge and saw a slightly older Radolpho. But it was the same old friend who had been only an electronic communication. With an enlightened mindset that I’ve tried hard to cultivate since “transitioning,” I immediately became aware of the significance of the moment. People and acquaintances come in and out of our lives all the damn time, but it was uncommon as hell to not see a good friend for two years. Living fully in the moment has been a dedicated practice of mine of late, and the emotional sensation was powerful. Radolpho, a self described stoic, surprised the hell out of me, with a joyous embrace…out of character. The rest of the evening was spent smoking high end cigars, drinking quality whiskey, laughing and trying desperately to catch up with two years of life…face to face. It was a great evening that went into the wee hours of the morning. Good stuff…

This was a completely new sensation that was truly magnificent. I don’t recommend being away from old, close friends if you can, but again, “What are yuh gonna do?” Lessons learned? Don’t take friends and family for granted…these last two years have taken so many away from us. Love them. Be there for those you love…even if they aren’t for you. Immerse yourself in every moment. Smaller social circles are damn fine especially if they are made up of quality friends who are interesting, of a like mind and a wee bit eccentric. My quadrumvirate … wouldn’t trade them for anything. Beannachtai daoibh a chairde maithe anois agus sa chéad saol eile daoibh a chairde maithe anois agus sa chéad saol eile!

[dine-on-nervine]

How old were you when you learned how to drive? Driver’s Ed at 15.5, license at 18, actually having a car to drive at 30.

Have you ever been to a baby shower? What was the baby’s name? Nope.

What mode of transport did you take to high school? Sophomore year was in another town so vanned in with some Catholics going to the parochial high school, but I lived a block away from my local high school (I know, how stupid I was sent away for a year!) so hoofed it.

Name a personality trait of yours that you like. Great sense of humor.

Name something about your physical attraction that you dislike. It happens at all the wrong times. (I answered the question as it was asked.)

What’s in your purse right now? I am a guy so no purse.

Do you vote in your country’s elections? Yes.

What was your first kiss like? I genuinely do not remember.

Shuffle your music and skip twice. What song is playing? Enjoying the silence so no answer here.

Have you ever been a freelancer? Likely.

What mood were you in when you woke up today? My usual happy self, just kind of bearing with it at 5:45am this morning.

What storey is your bedroom on? Second.

What gifts do you usually receive at Easter? It used to be all kinds of candy that I wouldn’t eat. Three siblings took care of it for me.

Do you use a planner to keep track of your life? Nope.

Who was the last person you sent an email to? Wayne.

Are there any posters in your bedroom? I have 30+ framed apple box labels and typewriter ads, plus a couple mushroom pictures derived from old books, but no posters per se.

What was your favourite fairytale as a kid? Anyone can grow up to be President.

Is there anything in your freezer that you really need to get rid of? Nothing in my freezer. However, other day I was rummage around in my fridge (a small one) and found a bag of pizza from weeks earlier. Which surprised me since you can’t hide anything in my fridge. This is what happens when people give me things I don’t want, either I get rid of them or I forget they exist.

Have you ever played Second Life? I have a life.

What do you like about the town or city you live in? Plenty of fun stuff here, and I live 5 miles/13 minutes away from my girlfriend in the same city.

What do you dislike about the town or city you live in? The house I live in. Pretty sure there’s an unseen mold infestation in/near my room.

Are your parents good cooks? They have their moments. They’re average.

What’s the first thing you notice about a person? Tits.

Have you ever been to a chiropractor? Did you like it? I have not but my girlfriend suggests it because my neck is fucked.

What is your favourite museum? "The Pioneer House Museum”, said no one ever.

Do you know anyone who is an actor? Probably.

Have your wisdom teeth come through yet? I’ve only had two come in.

How many weddings have you been to? I can only think of two.

Do you watch Youtube? What channels do you like? Not into vloggers.

What’s your alcohol of choice? Barf, none. I don't drink << anymore!! I like Quilter’s Irish Death.

Have you ever used a public pay phone? Yes, because I didn’t have a cell phone until I was about 40.

Which one item would you save from your burning house? My computer.

Do you have a Twitter account? Nope.

What is your hair like right now? A bit shaggy, I intend to get it cut tomorrow... if possible, since I just discovered I have a dentist appointment in the morning and have plans at 1pm.

How do you like your eggs cooked? Scrambled. I don’t like eggs.

What’s the longest you’ve been without showering? 2-3 days.

Name one of your guilty pleasure songs. Leif Garrett, “I Was Made For Dancing (Extended Version)”.

Have you ever made an item of clothing? In a way, yes.

What was the most expensive bill you paid within the last month? Rent.

How old were you when you learned how to drive? I don't drive.

Have you ever been to a baby shower? What was the baby’s name? Yeah, I've been to a few.

What mode of transport did you take to high school? My mom took me majority of the time, but occasionally my dad or aunt did.

Name a personality trait of yours that you like. I think I'm a good listener.

Name something about your physical attraction that you dislike. My physical appearance? Uh, like everything. My smile is a big one.

What’s in your purse right now? I use a mini backpack, which right now has my wallet, a thing with some of my medicine, a 2 pack of Reese's (lol), and a Barbie pin I still need to put on the front of my backpack.

Do you vote in your country’s elections? Yes.

What was your first kiss like? It was unexpected and awkward, but I was just giddy about having had my first kiss. It's not like I had anything to compare it to.

Shuffle your music and skip twice. What song is playing? Nah.

Have you ever been a freelancer? No.

What mood were you in when you woke up today? I felt okay.

What storey is your bedroom on? I live in a one-story house.

What gifts do you usually receive at Easter? Gift cards and something like a stuffed animal and/or a shirt.

Do you use a planner to keep track of your life? I use the calendar app to remind me when my bills are due, and I also use the notes and reminders app for stuff.

Who was the last person you sent an email to? I don't recall the last time I sent an email.

Are there any posters in your bedroom? Yeah, I have a few canvas painting and framed ones. Most of them are giraffes, but I also have some beach ones, a couple paintings my uncle did for me, and a Stranger Things poster (the well-known ABCs on the wall one with the strung lights).

What was your favourite fairytale as a kid? I've always liked Alice in Wonderland.

Is there anything in your freezer that you really need to get rid of? I have no idea what's even in my freezer. I'm still mostly bedridden and need help transferring and when I'm up in my chair checking the freezer isn't something I've had a need to do in awhile. I just haven't had a reason to; if I want something I'd just ask someone.

Have you ever played Second Life? No. I'm a Sims gal.

What do you like about the town or city you live in? Just the fact a lot of my family is here.

What do you dislike about the town or city you live in? My town is awful. It's not known for anything good.

Are your parents good cooks? Yes.

What’s the first thing you notice about a person? >> this will vary from person to person <<<

Have you ever been to a chiropractor? Did you like it? I have not.

What is your favourite museum? I don't have a particular favorite, though I've only been to a few. I enjoy historical type ones with artifacts and whatnot. I think I'd love The Smithsonian if I ever get to go one day. I love all that kind of stuff.

Do you know anyone who is an actor? No.

Have your wisdom teeth come through yet? I had those taken out when I was a young teenager.

How many weddings have you been to? Just three.

Do you watch Youtube? What channels do you like? I watch a shit ton of YouTube. I'm subscribed to many channels of various types. I like ASMR (a lot of ASMR channels), vlogs/lifestyle, hauls, mukbangs, abandoned places, Disney history and related stuff.... stuff like that.

What’s your alcohol of choice? Barf, none. I don't drink.

Have you ever used a public pay phone? Yeah. It was like back in 2010, I think. The community college I attended had a few and I needed to use it cause my phone had died.

Which one item would you save from your burning house? This is such a hard question cause I'd wanna try and grab so many things.

Do you have a Twitter account? Yeah, or "X" as it's called now. *eye roll* I don't go on it much anymore.

What is your hair like right now? Short and no real style to it right now. I'm in the process of growing it out after cutting it like pixie cut short over a year ago for reasons. It's in that awkward phase, but it is starting to really grow out.

How do you like your eggs cooked? Over-easy, scrambled, hard boiled, deviled, egg salad. I like eggs.

What’s the longest you’ve been without showering? A few months while in the hospital. Like an actual shower I mean. I had bed baths of course.

Name one of your guilty pleasure songs. I didn't want to admit to liking some Justin Bieber songs at first like when his Purpose album came out. lol. I don't care now.

Have you ever made an item of clothing? No. I've never tried to learn or attempt to.

What was the most expensive bill you paid within the last month? I have a few high credit card payments. :X

[strangermarvelss]

second best- e.m

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Cunningham!Female!Reader

Summary: with chrissy now off to college with her boyfriend, jason, eddie turns to you and wants to begin a relationship, making you feel a certain way about being his second choice.

Warnings: angsty angst, second choice, more unrequited love(ik shocking coming from me), eddie being dumb

Request?: Yes

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: i got the most amazing request to do like a little women type of thing between chrissy, eddie, and chrissy’s sister inspired by the jo, laurie, and amy relationship and i thought it was absolutely brilliant, so here it is! also i’ve aged chrissy up to about 19 and reader is 18, while eddie is 20 :) enjoy! -sava

part one | part two | part three

The sun was shining high in the August air, the heat mixed with all the physical activity you and your family had been doing making you exhausted. Taking a break, you watch from the front porch as Chrissy and your parents close the trunk to Jason’s car, packed to the brim with her things and ready to join her on her college journey. Jason talks with your parents a bit as you watch Chrissy begin to cry. You weren’t ready to not have your big sister in your life every day, hours away cheering from some collegiate team as she pretends to study for a future career. You knew your sister, but maybe college would be different. Regardless, it was still a sad day for the Cunningham household.

Jason and Chrissy applied to the same colleges, and he had head up weeks ago to bond with his basketball teammates and sign the lease agreement on their apartment, that way your parents wouldn’t have to make the journey with Chrissy on the road to go help set things up. Their plan was to fly out tomorrow to help the both of them unpack the rest of their things and get them as settled as possible before coming back home to you. You didn’t want to go if you were going to be honest, saving yourself some pain if you just say goodbye now. Plus, you wanted your parents to be able to spend some time with their first born and favorite child before she left the nest.

Chrissy starts walking up to you and you rise to your feet, looking down as she meets you on the porch of your childhood home. She nudges you in the stomach and you look up at her, tears in her eyes with her mascara running a bit. You feel your lip quivering and quickly pull her into a hug, your grip on her strong and crying into her shoulder as she does the same.

“I’m gonna miss you, you know,” you tell her. She pulls back from your hug and wipes her nose and tears on her sleeve, flashing you a smile.

“I’m gonna miss you too. You can come visit anytime you want, we’ll have a spare room and a couch,” she tells you. You smile at her and she wraps her arm around your shoulder as you head towards Jason’s car. Down the road, you hear the booming of loud music carry down your street, the all familiar van that belonged to Eddie Munson, the town outcast…the man who stole your heart.

You’ve had a crush on Eddie for the longest time, ever since your freshman year at Hawkins High. He was a junior and led the Hellfire club, which was never your particular interest but you thought about joining it to get closer to the metalhead. You found yourself attending his gigs at the Hideout every Tuesday, cheering on his band from the very small crowd. The feelings you felt towards him were deep, always smiling in his presence and adoring his little quirks and his eccentric theatrics. 

The only problem with being in love with the Eddie Munson was that he did not reciprocate your feelings. His eyes were set on another member of the Cunningham family. Your sister, Chrissy.

He let it slip to you one night when you two were quite drunk that he’s had a thing for Chrissy since middle school, adoring her tooth-filled smile and strawberry blonde ponytail, being able to spot her from a mile away and always lighting up when she walked in the room. To say it hurt was an understatement, as you’ve always been compared to your sister in every aspect of your life. You both had struggled with your weight as children, with Chrissy being able to lose it faster than you did, and boy did she make that known to you.

You weren’t a cheerleader like Chrissy, settling for joining the newspaper, debate club, and Hellfire rather than trying to force yourself into the jock crowd like your sister. Sure, they would try to let you in and welcome you to the best of their abilities if you chose to go that route in your high school career, but you decided the life of academia mixed with fun was more your speed. AP classes, state-wide competitions, hell, you thought about running for class president, but decided against it when Nancy Wheeler offered you the spot as lead editor for the school paper. But that achievement was overshadowed when you walked through the door after Chrissy beat you home, announcing her full-ride cheer scholarship to an amazing school hours away.

The love you felt for Chrissy was real, truly. You both would spend a lot of time with one another when you weren’t focussed on your extra circulars and personal lives. But there would always be that small part of you that would never be able to truly be separate from her. Both your parents comparing you to her, and you expected it more than ever as you enter your senior year. 

With a slam of his van door, Eddie walks out with a small box in his hand, a smile smeared on his face as he approaches the two of you.

“Well hello Cunninghams,” he greets you. Blushing, you wave at him and break away from Chrissy, going in for the first hug. The cigarette smell and cheap beer linger on him from the night before, soothing your nerves a bit with his signature Eddie scent. You pull back and go closer to Chrissy, trying to continue the facade of keeping your feelings to yourself and yourself only. You watch as he turns to Chrissy, his smile widening as they go in for a hug.

“I got you something,” Eddie tells her, holding out his arm. Her eyes brighten and she takes the box. 

“What is it?” She asks.

“It’s a surprise, so don’t open it around anyone, okay? Especially that dickhead of a boy-“

“You want something, freak?” You turn and see Jason standing there a few feet away. Eddie backs up a few steps, not wanting to start anything.

“Relax Jason, you know we’re friends,” Chrissy tells him, walking closer to him and wrapping her arms around his torso. You were never a fan of Jason, your feelings for Eddie aside. He was rude to everyone who was different from him, except you, only because you’re related to his girlfriend. Chrissy was protective of you and he knew that, so he always put on his best behavior in front of you and your parents. But you saw the way he treated the rest of the Hellfire members at school and basically anyone who wasn’t a jock or sort-of popular. It made your blood boil having to interact with this two-face prick, but you knew Chrissy really liked him for some reason, so swallowing your pride for the sake of her happiness was something you could manage. 

Watching Chrissy place Eddie’s gift in the car, you turn to him and nudge him in the stomach, pulling him back from whatever reality he fixated on as he stared at Chrissy. He looks down at you and smiles, using your shoulder to prop himself up. The height difference between the two of you killed you every time, and he made sure to poke fun at it any chance he got.

“Are we still on for tomorrow, movie night at your place?” You ask him.

“Of course sweetheart. I’m running to Family Video to pick up the goods later, and to talk to Harrington about something.”

“Good. Not sure how I feel about staying home late at night alone since Mom and Dad will be up with Chrissy. They’ve never left me alone before,” you explain to him.

“Well you’re 18 now, so that just means they trust you more. Plus with your sister with you a majority of the time, you’ve never really had to stay by yourself,” he tells you, offering some reassurance. 

“That’s true I suppose. Guess it’s something I’m going to have to start getting used to.”

You look up at him and your eyes make contact for a brief moment, allowing the air working its way out to hitch in your throat. Those big brown eyes were always a weakness of yours, it was your favorite quality about him, other than his nurturing side.

“We should probably get going, Chris,” Jason says loud enough for everyone to hear. You break away from Eddie and watch as Chrissy makes her rounds of goodbye between some friends that had been there already and you and your family. You give her a squeeze and feel your tears brim your eyes once more. Pulling away, she makes her way to Eddie, a sad expression on his face as his towering figure envelops her in a hug. Your smile twitches for a moment, seeing how sad Eddie was to say goodbye, still not having told her how he really felt, but also because of all the emotions you knew he was bottling up inside continued to make the hopes of ever being with him grow less and less.

Hoping in the passenger seat, Chrissy turns and waves at everyone as Jason starts the car, rolling down the road of your neighborhood and driving off into the distance, off to start their newest chapter. With a sigh, you turn back to Eddie, who still has a mopey look on his face.

“I should probably get going myself. Promised Henderson I’d hang out with him today at the arcade,” he tells you, his hands digging into the front pockets of his ripped up black jeans as he relaxes his shoulders. You flash him a small smile, internally basking in how good he looked when he seemed a bit more relaxed.

“Okay Eds, I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” You ask. He simply nods and scurries off to his van, starting the engine and the booming sound of Metallica flooding your street. You wave at him as he speeds off, waiting to wipe the smile off your face until after you’ve spun around and close the front door of your house behind you.

Knocking on the door to his trailer, you swing back and forth on the tips of your converse covered toes, swinging the six pack you picked up on the way a bit, but not too much. You were wearing a knee length black dress with long flowing sleeves, wanting to feel a bit pretty during your errands you ran earlier after dropping your parents off at the airport. Picking up some groceries for the days you’d be alone, running the Family Video to say hi to Steve and Robin and pick a movie to watch, in case Eddie picked something you ended up not liking, and a few more places around town, you thought why not look good doing so? 

The noise of tumbling around from inside Eddie’s trailer concerns you a bit, before being met face to face with your favorite metalhead as he swung open the door. His hair was disheveled and a bottle of beer rested in his hands.

“Welcome back to my castle,” he slightly slurs out, his form scooting slightly to make room for you to pass through the threshold. 

“Looks like you started without me,” you say, taking in his surroundings. A few empty beer bottles were scattered around his kitchen and living room and papers were thrown around everywhere. 

“If it helps, some are from last night,” he hiccups, carefully working his way back to the couch and plopping himself down. You let out a small sigh, placing your six pack down and grabbing a bottle for yourself after fishing out a few of the movies you rented earlier.

“I know you went to Family Video yesterday, but I brought back up movies just in case,” you tell him, waving around the tapes and placing them on the coffee table, seating yourself next to him. You watch him run his hand through his hair as his face scrunches.

“Oh nooo. I forgot to go, I’m sorry Y/N,” he whines out. You chuckle and place your hand on his knee for reassurance. 

“Relax, Eds. That’s why I always come prepared,” you say, rising from your spot. You go through the tapes and pick one, crouching by his television set and popping it into the VCR.

“You’re the best, you know that? Like the best best, ever,” he lets out, his voice all happy and cheerful, making you laugh to yourself. Turning back, you sit back down and pop open your beer and bringing the glass bottle to your lips as you chug some of the malty concoction. 

About two hours into your movie night, the two of you just put in your second film and you were one and a half bottles of beer in, while Eddie was working on finishing his third since you’ve been there. He had a buzz for sure, but he has a high tolerance, but in regards for alcohol and weed. Your head rests against his very broad shoulder, as it usually does when you’ve been drinking during your movie nights.

Beneath you, you feel Eddie shift a bit, turning to look his way and seeing his eyes on you, face mere inches from yours. You give him a small smile and turn your attention back to the movie, before feeling his ring clad fingers brush against the warmth of your cheek, turning your head back to him. You watch his eyes move from your own down to your lips, slowly inching closer to you until his lips were latched to yours. Your inebriated was causing you to just sit there, allowing his lips to move against yours. The alcohol was strong on his breath, but his lips were soft and now tasted like your cherry lip gloss. You felt like you couldn’t process what was happening for a moment.

Until you felt Eddie lean further into the kiss, his actions becoming a bit rougher and more intense. That’s when it hit you that this was actually happening. 

“Eddie, what the hell?” You ask, pulling away from him as you scoot away from him on the couch. The buzz you were feeling moments before quickly dissipates as you look to Eddie with confusion written across your features. His face scrunches in confusion, matching your own as he leans up on his elbows to look at you.

“What do you mean? I was kissing you. You know what that is, right?” He asks, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Yes, silly. I just…where’s this coming from?” You ask.

“Why does it matter? Can’t I just kiss you?” He leans towards you again, but you put your hand out against his chest to stop him.

“Stop, please. I’m just confused. You’ve always had a thing for Chrissy,” you explain, your heart banging against your chest. Sure, you have dreamed about this situation countless times, but never did you think it’d happen so out of the blue. Where was this coming from?

“Well she’s gone with Jason, so what does that matter?” He huffs out, his arms slinging up as he speaks. You could feel your heart slowing cracking at the sight of him so upset at the mention of your sister. He still liked her, it was totally obvious. Some small part of you was beginning to think he never would stop. So why was he trying to kiss you?

“I know, but-“

“Look, do you not want this, Y/N? I’m putting myself out there and you’re just dodging around it,” he asks, turning his entire body towards you to gauge a reaction from you. Playing with your hands in your lap, your eyes make friends with the couch beneath you, not wanting to look up and see Eddie’s disappointed look.

“You don’t get it,” you whisper.

“What was that? I can’t hear you.”

“I said you don’t get it,” you tell him louder, rising off the couch and walking a few feet away from him, beginning to pace around his living room. “I have been second best to Chrissy my entire life. I’m not a good enough daughter, not a good enough popular student, hell there’s a lot more. So you sitting here and trying to get with me after years of pining after Chrissy is physically hurting me Eddie. I’m not going to be the girl you settle for because you can’t have her,” you explain to him, your arms failing about as you try to get through to him. His face is emotionless as you speak, the gears turning in his head trying to form a coherent thought due to his drunken state.

“It hurts even more knowing that I’ve been in love with you for years,” you let out softly. 

“Wait what?” He whispers, standing on his own feet and trying to come closer to you. You take a few steps back, not knowing if you could trust yourself if you got too close to Eddie. You were vulnerable and putting your heart on the line, plus you have alcohol in your system, causing all inhibitions sober you would normaly have go flying out the window.

“Don’t act like you’ve never noticed the way I’ve look at you. I’m sure the Hellfire boys will know exactly what I’m talking about. Hell, I feel like I’m so bad at hiding my true feelings about you that even Chrissy herself knows!” you scream. You didn’t know what you were saying, the words just pouring from your lips as you spoke.

“Chrissy, I mean Y/N shit. Please let’s just sit down and-“

Are you fucking serious? You scoff at the mention of your sister’s name, your heart dropping into your stomach as you turn from him, swallowing the sob that so badly wanted to escape pass your lips.

“You know what? I don’t think I want to be here right now. I need some time away from you Eddie, I can’t talk or even think about this anymore right now,” you tell him, gathering your things and stuffing them in the small bag you carried with you. 

“You were the one who said you didn’t want to be alone tonight,” Eddie points out. He had a point, but you couldn’t have seen this happening tonight, so given the circumstances, you’d overcome that barrier sooner rather than later. You continue gathering your things, ejected the movie from the VCR and shoving it in your bag then slinging it over your shoulder.

“I think I’ll manage,” you spit out, your voice filled with venom. You see Eddie frown out of the corner of your eye, fighting the urge to lunge at you and hold you tight in his arms in an attempt to keep you from leaving. But even he knew you were hard headed and stubborn, having your mind made up and not thinking otherwise. 

“Y-you’ve been drinking, Y/N, you can’t drive like this, I won’t let you,” he says, moving slightly closer to you. He runs his fingers through his hair hurriedly, brushing his bangs back as a sign that he was getting overwhelmingly nervous. You turn back to look at him, the tears in your eyes on the brink of falling.

“Then I’ll walk. Goodbye Eddie,” you say, taking a few steps towards the door and passing through it while slamming it behind you in one fell swoop, leaving Eddie stunned by your confession and your actions. What the hell just happened? 

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Prompt 36!! With the my favorite Henderson series <3 maybe just angst of y/n thinking eddie is fucking with chrissy

MY FAVOURITE

HENDERSON

PART TWENTY THREE

fandom: stranger things

parings: eddie x f henderson reader

warnings: swearing, mention of sex, accusations of cheating, crying, angst, mention of drug use

note: i literally completely forgot to include the prompt but i can’t for the life of me find out where to slot it in sorry 😳

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Word spread like wildfire around Hawkins High School and by Tuesday morning your friends were bombarding you with questions.

“Are the rumours true?” Your friend, Tara asked, standing with you by your locker. Your other friends Chrissy and Carl standing next to her. “Are you really dating that freak?”

“Tara!” Chrissy exclaimed. Tara rolled her eyes, glancing between you and Chrissy.

“Don’t call him a freak,” you hissed, slamming your locker shut and walking away.

Your three friends walked after you. “So it is true then?” Tara asked, laughing hysterically. “That is just comical, Y/N.”

“Shut up,” you snapped at her, death glaring the girl that you had known since freshman year.

“You’re the one making a fool of yourself,” Tara said. “Wait until Abigail finds out, she’ll kick you out of cheer squad quicker than you can do a cartwheel.”

“God, just be quiet, Tara,” you said.

The bell rang and finally Tara parted ways from you, her and Carl heading into their class while you stayed with Chrissy, heading towards yours.

“So it’s true? You’re really dating Eddie?” Chrissy asked.

“Yes, i’m dating Eddie,” you replied, rolling your eyes at her. “And honestly I don’t care about what you have to say Chrissy, it’s not like you can talk anyway, dating Jason after you watched him drool over me for years.”

“Woah, calm down, Y/N,” Chrissy groaned. “I wasn’t going to say anything…”

“Sorry,” you muttered, sighing.

“He sells drugs, right?” Chrissy asked.

You looked over at her sheepishly. “Yeah,” you replied.

“Aren’t you like worried?” She asked.

“Not really,” you shrugged, sitting down as the lesson began, the topic being dropped.

-

You were rather flabbergasted when later that afternoon you discovered that Chrissy was meeting up with Eddie to buy drugs.

Did she really want to buy drugs or did she have an agenda?

Because you knew Chrissy, she was your best friend, one of the only people you hung out with that were real. And because you knew her so well you also knew that her sweet girl facade could easily switch into an evil agenda.

You trusted her with a lot of things, but your boyfriend wasn’t on that list.

“Babe, i’m being serious,” Eddie said. “I wouldn’t touch her with a ten foot pole.”

“And I trust you but I don’t trust her,” you replied, hurrying to keep up with him as he walked to his van.

“Isn’t she your friend?”

“That doesn’t mean I trust her, I mean would you trust all of your friends if they were alone in the woods with me?” You asked.

Eddie hummed, opening the passenger door for you. “Fair point,” he said as you hopped in. It didn’t take long for him to get into the driver seat.

“I’m coming with you,” you said as he began to drive.

“Y/N, no. It’s a drug deal, I don’t want you anywhere near it,” Eddie said. “It can go south quickly and if it does I don’t want to be worrying about you.”

“I’ll sit in the car,” you said. Eddie looked over at you, sheepishly. “I promise.”

Eddie sighed, shaking his head. “Fine, but if you even think about getting out of this van there’s gunna be trouble,” he said.

“Ohh,” you smiled, glancing over at him. “You’ve got me all curious now, I might just get myself into trouble,” you teased. Eddie rolled his eyes at you. “What’re you gunna do to me? Spank me and tell me i’ve been a bad girl?” You asked, batting your eyelashes at him.

“Stop talking,” Eddie groaned, pulling up at the forest. “I’ll cut you a deal, you keep your cute little butt in that seat and i’ll fuck your brains out when we get home, ‘kay?”

So you stayed put, sitting anxiously in the front seat, leg bouncing. As much as you wanted to run out of Eddie’s van and see what was going on, you also wanted to be fucked.

It didn’t take long for Eddie to return, a serious look on his face as he entered the car. His eyes immediately lighting up at the sight of you.

“So, what did she want?” You asked, staring at him expectantly.

“Weed,” he shrugged. “Just like I told you.”

You hummed, smiling at him. “I think i’m owed something for staying in this van like you asked,” you said.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I always pay up.”

-

It went on for weeks, Eddie meeting up with Chrissy to sell her weed and at first you weren’t concerned. Until she started meeting up at his trailer and meeting up at his trailer led to smoking sessions together. You were bitter and jealous, but most of all pissed, when you found out.

And of course you had to find out by walking in on them smoking one afternoon when you decided to surprise Eddie after cheer.

“Is this why you’ve been ditching practice?” You asked, narrowing your eyes at Chrissy. “So you can smoke up a storm with my boyfriend?”

“Y/N-“ You cut Chrissy off.

“Is it just smoking? Because I know every time me and you smoke together,” you began, pointing an accusing finger at Eddie. “It ends with sex. Are you fucking her too? Trying to see how many cheerleaders you can get wrapped around your finger? Is this some kind of game? Some kind of payback?”

“No, I was just teaching her how to roll a joint and how to smoke without coughing up a lung,” Eddie replied, grabbing your hands.

You scoffed, pushing him off of you. “I can’t believe you two right now… my boyfriend and my best friend, I mean, am I some kind of joke to you guys?” You asked, glaring at the both of them.

“It’s not like that, Y/N, please just listen to me!” Chrissy exclaimed.

“Shut the fuck up, Cunningham. You may have everyone else in Hawkins fooled but I know the real you. That horrible, bitchy side of you,” you snapped. “It was only a matter of time until I got stuck in your web, wasn’t it?”

“Jesus Christ, Henderson-“

“Shut up, Munson!” You yelled. “You know what, you two enjoy your night, i’m fucking out of here.”

With that you stalked out of Eddie’s room, tears streaming down your cheeks as you threw the front door open, running straight into Wayne.

“Y/N,” he said, panicked at your tear stained cheeks. “What did he do?” Wayne asked.

“He’s fucking my best friend!” You exclaimed, pushing past Wayne and walking home alone in the dark, nothing but your sobs to keep you company.

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WELCOME HOME ━ imagine!

eddie munson x fem! reader

summary: eddie’s life is stressful, and then there’s you to fix it all.

genre: fluff

wc: 752

note: i’ve been writing sm fluff and im pretty sure it’s because i’m in my feels.

Eddie closes the van door and groans while rubbing his neck. Everything was piling up for him. All he wanted to do was finally graduate this year, but it seems that everything was trying to block him from doing so. Hawkins High seems to love him so much that it would never want him to leave. 

Lucky enough for you however, you already graduated the previous year. And by already scoring a job in the local grocery store, you’re just waiting for Eddie to be done with school so that the both of you can finally move to your cousin’s rental in California. That sounds easy enough. 

If it wasn’t for Eddie’s horrible, terrible, and drastic grades. 

Sighing out of frustration, Eddie started up his van, beginning his journey home. Fortunately, he had more things to think about other than school, because his campaign went great. Though you weren’t there to see it, Eddie completely smashed the club with his campaign that he was planning all week for, so he was at least feeling good about that. 

To top off this night, all he wanted to do was eat some junk in his cupboards, and watch a garbage movie, with you. After convincing his uncle, you moved in with him a couple months ago. It’s not like Eddie expected you to be a housewife or anything, but ever since then, the trailer was cleaner and the aroma was better since in your free time, you either baked or cooked. It was also great for Eddie since he can now branch out to different ways to sell and eat his weed. 

He finally pulled into the trailer park and turned off his van. Jumping out excitedly, Eddie fumbles with his keys before gently, pushing open the door. The smell of different sauces and spices infiltrated his head, and his happiness only began to increase. 

“Eddie! Welcome home!” You smile at him, going up to kiss him. 

“Hey sweetheart,” He wraps his arms around your waist, “how was your day?”

“Oh my god, it was great! Let me tell you all about it. Today, we got a new shipment at the store…” you pull away from him, rambling on and on about your day. All Eddie could do was smile. It wasn’t like he was annoyed at you, it’s just you talking and him listening was something he looked forward to everytime he came home. “And yeah! Then Luke came and my shift was over. Anyway, I cooked some spaghetti. Let me prepare your plate and you can talk about your campaign. Did it go well?”

“Y’know it did.” Closing the pot, you take the two plates into your hands and put them onto the little table to eat. After sitting down and him talking about his great campaign, the night was filled with your laughs and gasps. Nights like these were his absolute favourite. 

But throughout the whole time, Eddie couldn’t stop looking at your eyes and the smile that broke out on your face. Dungeons and Dragons wasn’t all that appealing to most, as everybody in Hawkins called it the ‘devil’s game’, but to the club, him, and especially you, it was the most fascinating thing to ever exist. Even though you didn’t play the game, you were just as interested as anybody else. 

“Y/N?” You look up from your plate and smile.

“Yeah?”

“I love you.” You stop chewing, making eye-contact with him and tilting your head. 

“I love you too…but where is this coming from Eds?” He reaches over, wiping sauce from the corner of our lips, leaving his hand there to hold it. Staring lovingly into your eyes, you can only continue smiling, but stay confused at his words. 

“Thank you, for being my home. You’re the one thing I look forward to when I sleep and when I wake up.”

“Eddie! That’s so cheesy.”

“I know. And I know this doesn’t sound like me at all, but you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.” Silence ensues between you both. Until, you start to cry and reach over to him to sit on his lap. You hug each other tightly and he buries his nose into your neck. 

“I love you Eddie. Thank you for everything. I can’t imagine my life without you.”

“I love you too sweetheart.”

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Strengths and Weaknesses - platonic!Johnny Lawrence x fem!reader

summary: Johnny sees you crying outside of prom and offers some support

Prom was supposed to be the best night of your life. That’s what all the books, movies and TV shows said. A night you won’t forget. Yeah, you wished you could forget tonight forever.

Things had started out fine. You came “alone,” but still danced and hung out with with the Miyagi Do’s and fellow Eagle Fangs. You and Eli even took to the dance floor and danced the robot to some stupid Ed Sheeran song.

A week ago, your father swung back into town. You hadn’t seen him in years, since the last time he took off for Rhode Island or some other East Coast state. But now he was back, giving you rent money, making your lunches and even buying you the prom dress of your dreams. But when your mother reminded you that he couldn’t be trusted, you knew his visit would be short-lived. But not this short.

Because here you were now, sitting on the curb crying outside of the prom venue because of the text he sent you: Sorry sweet pea, but I’ve gotta get back to Massachusetts. I love you.

Bullshit. He left just as he had came because it was always so embarrassingly easy for him to abandon your family whenever it was convenient for him. You wanted more for your siblings and hell, you wanted better for yourself. You were always left alone at every daddy-daughter dance, donut breakfast and beyond. Sure you hated school-sanctioned events but you were still that sad six-year-old inside, the one with the father who never showed up.

When you saw Johnny’s Eagle Fang van whip into the parking lot, you stood up to head back inside. You couldn’t let your sensei see you showing any weakness.

“(y/l/n), get over here! How was your night? Ready to hit the mat tomorrow?” he exclaimed as your back was turned to him.

As you turned around slowly, you watched Johnny’s expression melt into a sympathetic one. Tears stained your face and the front of your dress which was quite obviously visible.

“What happened? Hey, why don’t you get in the van and we’ll go for a ride? Diaz can wait,” Johnny offered through the rolled-down window, motioning to you.

You nodded silently and gathered your dress, taking a seat on the passenger side.

“How ‘bout you tell me what’s going on? Is it the tournament? ‘Cause I need you in top shape to beat LaRusso and Tory,” he joked with a tone of honesty.

Thinking about the tournament only caused you to cry harder, sniffling and attempting to swallow your sobs.

Johnny fished around the backseat with one hand as he stopped by the parking lot exit, grabbing a tissue box and handing it to you.

“Its my dad, h-he left again. I don’t even know w-why it surprises me anymore, I guess I just wanted better for my family this time,” you explained tearfully as Johnny drove down the streets of Encino.

“Your dad was always a dirtbag, even in high school,” Johnny sighed.

“I thought you were friends with him in high school?”

“Exactly. My point is, no matter how old you are, you can always try to do better and I know you thought that's what your dad was doing. But some people never change, they’ll be shitty ‘til the end. You just gotta find the good ones and keep ‘em around. Make your own family. That’s what Cobra Kai was to me, and it’s what Eagle Fang can be for you. We all know your potential in and out of the dojo. You’ve got heart, a hell of a lot more than your father. He’s just some hardened jerk who thinks he’s the shit. Don’t let him get to you,” Johnny said, patting your shoulder comfortingly.

“That’s good advice, Johnny. Thank you. It really means a lot to know you’re here for me. Thanks for being my sensei,” you smiled, wiping your tears with the back of your hand.

You were lucky to have so many people around you who loved you and were there no matter what.

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Eddie Munson Series

Summary: You never had the courage to chase your dreams until you met Eddie, who helped you discover a life full of spontaneity, passion and maybe a little too much rock n roll.

Prologue | 1 

Warnings: mostly fluff, hints of angst & swearing

Words: 1.8K

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Where You’re Meant to Be

Eddie is waiting outside your dorm room as you, crazily rush around, shoving whatever you can find in multiple bags and suitcases. 

You pick up a photo of you and your parents. You start to doubt your decision of leaving. Being a lawyer is something your parents have wanted for you for a long time. Your dad has his own practice and has always talked about passing it down to you. 

You sit on your bed, photo in hand. You know how angry they will be once they figure out you dropped out of school. 

“Hey, you okay?” Eddie opens your door, peaking through.

“I don’t think I can do this.” You mumble, keeping your eyes on the photo. You hear footsteps and Eddie’s shoes appear in eyesight. 

“Why?” You look up at him finally and shrug your shoulders. 

“My parents would literally kill me.” 

“But this isn’t about them.” 

“Everything is about them.” 

Eddie takes the photo from your hands, sitting back on your bedside table before crouching down in front of you. 

“Look, I know we barely know each other but there’s only one thing you need to hear and if you don’t like it, then you don’t have to come.” You meet his eyes and nod before he stands up fully, hands on his hips with a wide smile. 

“You may not end up where you thought you were going but I can promise you, you will always end up where you’re meant to be.” 

There’s something about Eddie that makes you feel like you can do anything. He has that sense about him that makes you want to do all the things you’ve always wished. He’s so carefree, on stage and off, that you know any time spent with him will be the best moments of your life. 

“So, what do you say? Ready to get out of this boring shithole or stay and wither away with the rest of these people who can’t seem to think for themselves?” Eddie holds out his hand for you. 

You feel nauseous but you aren’t sure if it’s from the excitement or anxiety. You know your parents are going to find out eventually but if you don’t do this now, you know you’ll regret it. 

Without words, you grab Eddie’s hand. “Time to start the life that’s been waiting for you.” Eddie shouts, spinning you around and you giggle. You grab your bag and camera as Eddie takes two suitcases. You didn’t bring much with you when you moved in, so it was easy to pack everything. 

“Gotta head back to the bar, meet the rest of the band before we drive to the next city.” Eddie informs as he leads the way back outside. 

“What city is next?” 

“I think Chicago.” 

“I’ve never been there.” 

“It’s a great city. Has some of the best pizza.” 

“You’ve been before?” You ask, wanting to learn more about him. 

“Yeah, I’ve been to a lot of places. Moved around a lot growing up until I lived with my uncle. Then after high school, I left, just traveling around. I met the other guys and we decided to start a band. We’ve been doing it ever since.” 

“Well, you guys are really good.” You follow Eddie towards the back parking lot of the bar, spotting a van near the corner. “Do they know I’m coming with you?” You stop beside the van as Eddie tosses your suitcases and bag inside. 

“They won’t mind.” Eddie’s smile takes over his face. You nod in response, leaning against the side of the van. 

“I should go help pack up.” Eddie shuts the side door of the van. You stay leaning against the van as he turns around to walk back to the bar. He stops and turns around to face you, walking back to you. “I’m not leaving you out here alone.” He takes your hand, pulling you with him. You bite your lip, kind of loving the feeling of his hand in yours. 

You sit at an empty table as Eddie walks to the stage, helping his bandmates pack up their equipment. You take your camera, snapping a few photos. You’re going to have to stop somewhere to get more film. 

“We’re going to drive an hour or so and then stop for some food.” Eddie walks up to you as they finish carrying everything out to the van. 

“Okay.” You reply, standing up as he grabs your hand again, stopping you from walking.

“You’re still up for this right?” Eddie repeats, concern in his voice. 

“Yeah, it’ll just take getting used to but yeah, I’m ready.” You reassure him. 

“Great. I’ll make sure you have the time of your life.” Eddie winks, pulling you with him and into the van. 

“Y/N, meet Jeff, Gareth and Freak.” Eddie introduces you as you both buckle in. 

“Hi, nice to meet you guys. Thanks for letting me tag along.” They all say hello back. 

“Eddie says you take photos?” Jeff responds. 

“Yeah. I have some with me if you want to look.” You grab your bag, pulling out an album you put together and pass to Jeff. 

“These are sick.” Jeff holds it up  to show the other guys. 

“Maybe we’ll actually be able to promote our events. You do graphics too?” Gareth questions from the driver seat. 

“I could figure it out. Like flyers and stuff.” 

“Yeah! That’s what we need. Get the word out there so the crowds get bigger.” Freak agrees. 

“Welcome to the family.” Eddie leans down and whispers in your ear. You look at him with a big smile. 

You guys drove for a couple hours before stopping at a diner for food. You slide into a booth beside Eddie as the other guys sit across from you. 

“So Y/N, what were you doing before you decided to tag along with four strangers in a band?” Jeff asks.

“I was in law school.” 

“Oh shit. No wonder you left.” 

“Yeah.” You mumble, the anxiety creeping its way back up. Eddie notices your retreat and rests his hand on top of yours. You jump slightly from the unexpected contact but instantly relax from his touch. 

“Y/N is going to be the best damn photographer the world has ever seen!” Eddie shouts, making you smile. The other guys agree before getting up to go place the food order at the counter. 

“I don’t know about that.” You remark after they have left. 

“Hey,” Eddie softly moves your face to look at him with his thumb under your chin. “Don’t ever doubt yourself. Not on my watch. You, Y/N, are destined for greatness.” 

“You really think so?” You bite your lip, glancing down at his lips, waiting nothing more than to see what he tastes like. The close proximity is making your heart beat faster and palms sweat. 

“Oh honey, I know so. I’ll do anything to help you see it.” Eddie starts to lean in. Your eyes shift closed but snap open when something hard hits the table. 

“Hey, no canoodling in public.” Gareth slaps his hand on the table again. Eddie moves away from you, sliding out of the booth, ignoring the comment from his friend. 

“Would you like to dance?” He holds his hand out to you again. You feel like that is going to become a pattern. 

“I’d love to.” Feeling his spontaneity rub off on you. You grab his hand, following him to the jukebox in the corner of the diner. 

“What song?” You ask, switching through them. Eddie stands behind you, head resting against your shoulder, arms around your waist as his fingers take over the buttons. 

“Found it.” He slips some coins in before pressing play. 

“What is it?” You ask as it starts playing, not recognizing it. 

“Uh, only one of the best songs to ever be made.” He replies, pulling you along with him, starting to dance. “You really don’t know it?” He pauses, looking at you in shock. You bite your lip, shrugging your shoulders in your defense. 

“Metallica? Master of Puppets?” He sighs from your reaction. “I have so much to teach that pretty head of yours.” He moves around, playing air guitar. 

You smile as you watch the way his fingers move in the air. The rest of the band shows up, all of them gathering around, playing theri air instruments. You bring your camera up to your face, snapping pictures of your new friends. 

You look at Eddie through the lens, mesmerized by the way he moves. He is so confident and passionate that everyone around can’t help but look at him. He is a star and you can’t wait to try and help the band reach their full potential. 

“How do you like it?” Eddie stops his movements and walks over to you, catching his breath. 

“It’s good. Nothing like I’ve heard before.” You admit, slinging your camera around your neck. 

“Baby doll, you need some rock n roll!” He takes you in his arms, spinning you around a few times. He dips you, holding eye contact with you. “I can’t wait to show you the world.” He lifts you back up, keeping his eyes on yours. 

The next thing you know, your lips are on his. You grab the back of his neck, pulling him down to you. He holds your waist, pulling you closer to him. He kisses you back after the shock moves through his body. You pull away after a moment, taking a deep breath. 

“I’ve never experienced something like this in my life. I’ve never taken charge of my life and this feeling is overwhelming but amazing. It makes me excited to be alive.” Your thoughts come flowing out without any filters. Saying the first thing that pops into your head. 

“I want you to not be afraid anymore. You can’t be afraid of change. So many people live their lives in fear of change because of what they will lose instead of looking at what they have to gain. There’s so much out there in the world to experience instead of being crammed in some old, dusty room studying.” Eddie brings a hand up to your face, cradling it in his palm. “I know this may sound crazy but when I first laid eyes on you, I saw that spark in your eyes. I could tell the passion you hold inside of you has been waiting to escape. I just opened a door for you. Now it’s up to you to gain the courage, the strength and the confidence to look fear in the face and do the thing you think you cannot.” Eddie pauses, placing a soft kiss to your lips before looking back in your eyes. 

“Live. Without any regrets.”

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