#lmao poor baby got too stoned before he got in the shower

[wynnyfryd]

Dialogue Tag

Prompt: share a section of dialogue that we like from our own work! It can be funny, sad, ridiculous, mysterious, plot-centric or just characters shooting the breeze…anything! And it can be from a WIP or a posted fic! It can be short or long! Let’s celebrate our beloveds having a chat.

thanks for the tag @mcneen! tagging @steddielations @starryeyedjanai (remember like a month ago when y’all asked me for yoga steve 5 excerpts? 😂) @legitcookie @gorgeousgreymatter-x @thorniest-rose

“Baby?” Steve asks. “You good? Can I come in?”

“Yeah.” Christ, his mouth is dry. “Yeah, it’s open.”

The door slides open, a draft of cold air when Steve pulls the curtain back to poke his head into the shower, and he huffs a quiet laugh when the breeze makes Eddie shiver. “Just checking on you,” he says with a soft, smitten grin.

Goddamn.

If he isn’t just beautiful.

Fucking gorgeous, holy shit.

“Whatcha doin’ in here?”

His head tilts to the side, and Eddie can’t even handle that. Golden retriever looking ass. Little sunshine boy, seriously, what the fuck.

“Ohhh, you know. Just like, falling into a hellish pit of sexual meta-analysis or something.”

“Uh… wha-?”

Nevermind. He sways forward to boop the tip of Steve’s nose. “What are you doing, beautiful?”

Steve lets out a giggle that makes him sound like a little kid. “You’re ridiculous,” he grins, eyes getting all scrunched. “And I didn’t catch, like, a single word of what you said before you called me beautiful.”

“That’s because you’re vain.”

“Am not!”

“You should be,” Eddie shrugs, turning back toward the taps.

[stonerbughead]

Maria watches friday night lights (#10)

Ahhh this season is so good, I’m not ready for it to end! This post covers the penultimate episodes: 3x11 - 3x12

-oh boyyy Lyla’s getting drunk to deal with her daddy issues. Real! Tho it is nice seeing Billy, Lyla, Tim, and Mindy getting along I guess? Sigh.

-HAHAHA poor Tyra being forced to throw Mindy a “tea party” bridal shower.

-let’s maybe NOT call your son’s 15 year old girlfriend a “minx” or a “plague,” Joe McCoy?!?!

-oh Matt :( taking out his anger and emotions about his grandma’s deteriorating health on his mom :( this is so hard

-oooooh this redistricting plotline is such an interesting shake up!! Holy shit these fully grown men standing around a table redrawing the redistricting line to “keep the Dillon Panthers intact” is truly wild.

-I really like this scene where Lyla breaks down to Tim about letting her mom and siblings move to California without her and feeling like she has no family now that Buddy has hurt her. I feel like too many teen dramas have a teen character’s family move away and never show it affecting them which feels wholly unrealistic.

-I have to believe Texas weather around semifinals time actually lends itself to dramatic pouring rain?? Bc I mean, it WORKS but this happened in S1 too right?

“He’s got to do what the coach tells him to do!” Thank you Katie McCoy. You need to get away from your terrible, controlling husband. Like, even when they win this dude isn’t happy bc it didn’t happen the WAY he thought it should.

-omfg I just gasped when JD’s dad called Madison a “tramp.” WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU

-and of course Tami and Eric are seated in the window of Applebee’s seeing the abuse happen and run out to help. You know who Tami and Eric remind me of (except they’re better): Kirsten and Sandy Cohen of the OC. It’s that “parents of everyone, moral compass of the community” trope. Honestly like, the only good teen drama parent trope. (To a similar extent I guess Mary and Fred Andrews’ play/ed that role on Riverdale)

“I think I’m okay here, hanging with my gal” - Tim Riggins is such a romantic boy wow. His pep talk for Lyla about going to college despite her dad’s bullshit was so precious.

“He hit my baby.” Oh pooor Katie McCoy, you need to get yourself and your boy away from your husband.

-lol when’s the last time we saw Gracie? Julie’s been absent this ep, she babysitting? Hahaha

-oh yes Tyra deserves this beautiful pep talk from her mom!!

-good on this show for naming what Joe McCoy did as “child abuse” bc YEP. Tami and Eric feeling awful about calling CPS (but being mandated to do so as educators) is such a real and well done conflict.

-omg Matt’s art portfolio!! He wants to go to Chicago for art! I just love the image of Tami, Julie, and Matt flipping through his portfolio ugh yes. Soft.

“It reads like a five page needlepoint pillow.” Lmao Landry and yeah, writing the college essay sucks.

“They have the biggest Van Gogh collection.” Saracen’s a man after my own heart.

FYI I left and Jeff gave me a dab that hit hard (I dramatically said it “killed me”) so the rest of 3x12 and the post was composed whilst I’m even more stoned than usual.

-wow Landry missing the bus the ONE time he drinks damn

-hey I’ve never seen this coach leading the chants on the bus before. Is this like his whole job

-awww Lorraine asking Julie if Matt likes art and she’s like, yeah he loves it! And he’s amazing at it. So cute. Oh wow both of them agreeing they don’t want to “hold him back from anything.”

-My heart! This show does such a good job of showing so many heartwarming dynamics of all kinds.

-ooookay Katie I get why you don’t want to be friends with Tami anymore....but like y’all need parenting classes, your husband is straight up abusive to your child. Also I’m scared for you, please leave that man

-OMFG Tyra lost her virginity at THIRTEEN? That’s so heartbreaking. Also everything she’s screaming about in the car needs to start going into this college essay. Omg is she gonna write about Jason Street getting paralyzed? Real. How many people in this town do you think used that in their college essay?

-Tim and Matt scene THANK YOU I am blessed

-omfg Tyra reading her essay out loud to Landry overlaying Tami and Eric on the field; Julie with baby grace; Saracen and Tim throwing the frisbee; the raucous Colette-riggins family in the car. Beautiful!!! Perfection.

-lol I saw the year 2008 on the game board and realized if this was fall 2008...I was a freshman in high school. JD is my peer.

-omg Joe McCoy has THE douchebag glasses. Classic child abuser am I right

-JD throwing a fit on the field is good fucking characterization bc you mimic what your parents do, especially when you’re a 15 year old kid

-OH SHIT SARACEN’S GOING IN AS QUARTERBACK FOR HIS LAST HALF EVER AS A HIGH SCHOOL FOOTBALL PLAYER??? The drama! The writing!

-YALL I am out here white knuckling it through this state game and I barely understand football and yet...I’m like wow really all you need to do to get me interested in a sport is make me care about the characters playing. Saracen and riggins are working so well together I cry

-damn what a way to go down. They actually turned the game around and a field goal is what made them lose :(

“I wanted everyone’s friends and families to be here tonight when I say this: I have never been more proud of a team than I am right now” oh Eric Taylor what a man

“There’s not a single person in this room who’s ever gonna be the same”’ wow I felt that

-Riggins always seems more contemplative in a Sherpa

[5hfanfiction]

FROM AFAR - CHAPTER 8

Trigger warning: mention of marijuana use (just in case)

Since the hospital incident, my mom was well aware of what was happening to Lauren, concerning to her health, of course. She could notice that me and Lauren were a lot closer now and I guess she was happy that I had people to look after me, since she was too far away to do that. You know how motherly instincts work. But little did she know that her daughter was looking at Lauren differently, and that maybe Lauren was too.

Lauren (6:34 pm): your mom was texting me

Lauren (6:34 pm): she’s so cute

Camila (6:39 pm): what did she say?

Lauren (6:46 pm): it’s classified

Lauren (6:46 pm): i wouldn’t tell even if you torture me

Camila (6:48 pm): c’mon

Camila (6:48 pm): i’m gonna punch u in the face

Lauren (6:50 pm): lmao you idiot

Lauren (6:50 pm): she sent me a picture of us and said thank you for taking care of my baby

Lauren (6:51 pm): us four

Camila (6:55 pm): lol she’s sensitive

Camila (6:56 pm): you’re the only one she has contact with

Lauren (6:57 pm): poor thing, she misses you

Lauren (6:57 pm): she’s too cute

Camila (7:02 pm): no she’s not, she just misses me, u should live with her to see…but i miss you mom :((

Lauren (7:04 pm): lol don’t say that

Lauren (7:05 pm): i’m gonna take a shower and i’m gonna come by to give your pajamas back

Camila (7:16 pm): bring my scarf too pleaseee

Lauren (7:20 pm): sure

We fell back into our routines once we were back to college. And by routine I also mean Lauren always inside my room and vice versa.

-

Lauren (9:42 am): camz, i didn’t sleep well tonight

Lauren (9:42 am): i had a bunch of bad dreams, about a guy killing people

Camila (9:44 am): oh shit

Camila (9:44 am): isn’t it because of the show we’re watching?

Lauren (9:48 am): i guess so :((

Camila (9:49 am): well i hope so, i hope it’s not a premonition or something

Camila (9:49 am): but do you want to finish it? or we’re gonna stop?

Lauren (9:50 am): we’ll finish it

Lauren (9:50 am): but we can’t watch it late at night, it has to be early hahah

Camila (9:54 am): pussy lol

Lauren (9:55 am): but i’m not scared

Camila (9:56 am): i can see that

Lauren (9:59 am): no but really

Lauren (9:59 am): i’m not scared, but i can’t keep having these dreams

Camila (10:00 am): sure jan

-

Our situation escalated fast on the following week. On a normal week day, me, Ally and Lauren decided to watch a movie together. We opted for Tarzan because me and Ally loved Disney movies and it just felt right at the time. The only problem was that us three wouldn’t fit in the bed.

“Camila can stay in the middle and we can cuddle to her from the side,” Lauren stated and Ally agreed. I just shrugged in attempt to hide my real excitement. It would be a bit uncomfortable for all of us but I would have Lauren against my body and for that I wouldn’t complain at all. The moment the movie started I gathered the courage to make little caresses in Lauren’s hair and scalp. I knew I would do that to any other friend of mine without meaning more than it should have, but it was Lauren right there next to me. It meant more than caresses between friends. The fact that she was making sure to stay close to me when we slept together, like that time in New York, gave me courage to try new things. I also discovered that giving pleasure is just as good as receiving, or even better. The feeling of Lauren’s hair in my hands, my nails scratching through her nape and ears, the goosebumps I knew she was having sent chills down my spine, but that was all I could do for the moment.

We were halfway through the movie when I decided to take a break from my caresses. Lauren said that she was going to sleep without finishing it. Maybe she got sleepy because of what I was doing, and I knew she wasn’t a big fan of disney movies too, or maybe she was nervous to stay next to me, who knows. Lauren just laid on the other side of the bed while me and Ally finished our thing. It was a bit strange for her to do that, if she was enjoying it why not stay put? I decided not to think much about it. We went back to our respective rooms once Tarzan was done, leaving the sleeping girl behind.

Besides the fact that we visited each other’s room almost every day, I started to sleep in Lauren’s room more often, even after the movie incident. We usually started to watch a movie or a tv show, and she offered me to stay for the night. We didn’t do anything rather than sleep, the only difference now was that we slept with our heads to the same end of her bed, contrary to our previous dispositions. The fact that Lauren herself would ask me to stay, even if there was no reason at all for me to stay there other than Lauren’s wishes, made me feel optimistic. Also, Lauren got into the habit of texting me every time she came back from her classes, to know if I wanted to eat with them, to ask me to come by later, or just to make small talk.

It was almost one week after we came back from NY and my birthday finally arrived. I would be the first one of the group to become an year older there. I never know what to feel on birthdays. I get excited about it, but at the same time I don’t wanna do anything, and the fact that all my family and friends wouldn’t be with me that year made me feel a range of emotions all at once. We decided to go to the bar we always went to, the one on the frat houses street, to try and have some fun and we would be having lunch together with Mani, Gil and Matt on the next day, which was my actual birthday.

It was a saturday night but the place wasn’t packed like it always was on weekends, which made me feel worse about all of it. We started to drink pretty early and taking selfies, of course. The girls had posted their birthday messages on my facebook profile, while my relatives were doing the same back at home. In my drunken state I started to cry when I read some of them, my mom was the first one to say something followed by my childhood best friend.

“Don’t cry, it’s your day today, be happy. You’ll be with them next year so don’t you worry,’’ Lauren would try to make me feel better in the middle of the bar.

And she did.

After a couple hours drinking and laughing, this guy we met there offered his house and his weed to us. I knew Dinah was really into it, but I wasn’t sure about the others. Now that I think about it, who the hell would follow a guy you don’t even know to intoxicate yourself even more? The answer is us. We did that, and it was only the beginning of all the stupid shit we were about to do during that exchange.

I was mad drunk at this point, but I did notice Lauren being the mature one. She was the most sober one and she made sure to hold my arm while we headed to the stranger’s house. The place smelled like every other house on that street, I’m sure of it. The smell of men and moldy walls. That house in particular didn’t have a lot of furniture, and there was a lot of trash scattered on the floor. There was even a mattress by the front door, and I don’t know how actual human beings could live in a place like that without caring about this stuff.

Dinah, Ally, and Mr. Stranger sat on his couch to do their thing with the weed. I had never smoked or anything, and even in the state that I encountered myself at that moment, I wasn’t planning on it. I don’t know what it is about the act of smoking that I find really disgusting. It doesn’t matter if it’s weed or a simple cigarette, I really don’t like it. I had never really discussed it with Lauren before but I knew she’d never smoked too.

She sat on the mattress on the floor to wait for the girls. The alcohol on my bloodstream was making me drowsy so I layed down beside her but with my face touching the mattress.

“No camz, don’t put your face on this thing, it’s dirty,” I knew it was disgusting, but I was scared of asking Lauren to lay my head on her lap. It should be the opposite, the alcohol was supposed to make me bolder but it did not.

“Come here,” she told me to do what I already wanted to, but was too afraid to say anything about it. So I just lazily did what she said and it was the best thing in the world. Lauren was running her fingers through my hair while the other girls were getting stoned in the other room. She probably thought that since I had done that to her a few days back, I wouldn’t care if she did it to me. And I definitely wouldn’t. I decided right there that I wanted more of it. More of that feeling. More of Lauren.

Luckily we made out of that place alive. The girls wanted to sleep together, like one time on one of the first weeks where we put our mattresses on the floor and made our little slumber party. No need to say we were drunk when that happened too, but we’d created one of our best memories that night. I recall Lauren saying earlier on my birthday that I would be sleeping with her no matter what, even if we weren’t having our little gathering.

We put Ally’s mattress on Lauren’s room, the one she carried herself through the hallway, while Dinah and Lauren were trying to convince me to change into my pajamas. I eventually did what they wanted and laid beside Ally on her mattress. I don’t even remember anything after that, but I clearly remember my headache when I woke up a few hours later. The rest of the day went like it was supposed to. We had lunch together, all of us, and I skyped with my family back home. I knew that day would be hard for me but the girls made sure I felt loved.

Something different started to happen next time me and Lauren slept in the same bed. I’m not sure how it started but next thing I know Lauren was holding my hand in her sleep. Eventually I started to do the same knowing she wouldn’t care. I had to gather courage to do it every time though, like a scared teenager trying to make a move on his first love. Neither of us actually talked about it, it was just our new thing, holding hands while sleeping.

It made me really confused.

I didn’t know what that meant. Do friends hold hands in bed? I’d never heard about that before. Lauren gave me all those signals for a while, indicating that she might feel something different than friendship but she never acted on it, and neither did I. Even after all those little details that I’d noticed I still wasn’t sure about what was going on in her head. Her boyfriend might have been an asshole but they were still dating. Lauren didn’t like girls.

I started to share my thoughts with my friends back at home. I needed some enlightenment because Lauren was driving me crazy with the hand thing, so I had to. I’m pretty sure that a lot of married couples don’t even hold hands anymore, but there was Lauren with her freaking hand on mine, and I didn’t have the balls to do anything because it felt so innocent and natural it would be a crime to ruin it. I was a big coward and so was she.

A/N: Sooo, I’m trying to write this story as fast as I can but there’s still so much stuff to write about and I still don’t know what’s gonna happen in the end so bare with me as I try to figure it out. Next chapter will be good so prepare yourselves!! I’ll be posting as soon as I finish each chapter because I really want to finish the story asap. If you’re reading it, thank you!! I really appreciate it and I hope you like it.