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ghost-proofbaby · 1 year ago

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my favorite thing about this is how it's said "oh we're both weirdos" and nothing explicitly weird was done.

there was lore here that i said "i'll mention it in passing, but you'll have to pry the real details from my cold dead fingertips"

when you know, you know. (e.m.)

summary: air hockey has never been so romantic.

warnings: it's alluded to that reader is wearing red lipstick. not edited.

pairing: eddie munson x reader

wc: 1.8k+

a/n: a very late valentine's day gift for you all (and eddie). also, the fact i've never written proper mechanic eddie... what a shame.

“Yes!”

If any of the nearby children flinched, you didn’t notice. You were too wrapped up in your victory, going as far as to partake in a terribly embarrassing dance on your end of the air hockey table as Eddie shakes his head slowly.

“You definitely cheated,” he deadpans, a twitch of a smile nearly giving him away as he leans down to pick the puck out of the slot below on his end, “There’s no way you’re about to beat me in under five minutes, again.”

You smile, lips painted red under the lowlights of the arcade as you lean over the table and taunt him, “Or maybe it’s just a skill issue. I wouldn’t keep beating you if you were actually a professional in air hockey like you��d claimed, Munson.”

Three dates – tonight makes four – and you still hadn’t quite worked out how you’d managed to capture the attention of the boy before you. When he’d originally asked you out to coffee, you’d swallowed down all your excessive excitement just to answer him. The local mechanic that you’d been making heart eyes at every few months when you’d go in for an oil check, the one who hadn’t allowed the others at the shop to oversell you on a damn thing when you’d get your tires rotated. Who always smiled shyly as he’d bring you back your keys.

You’d figured the coffee date would last an hour if you were lucky. The two of you would spend more than five minutes in the same room together, he’d realize how overbearing you were, and that would be the end of it. Ridiculous crush effectively squashed.

But it hadn’t.

It had lasted hours, plural. Coffees finished and second lattes nursed until they’d gone cold, the outcome had been the exact opposite of your expectations. Your conversation had flowed effortlessly, common ground and common interests found with ease, and suddenly, Eddie was more than just some cute mechanic for your friends to tease you over.

The first date had only ended due to his shift at the shop that afternoon.

The subsequent sushi dinner date, and then the movie night the next week, had also lasted hours.

“For someone who works on cars, you should be a lot better with your hands,” you poke gentle fun at him as he makes the first hit against the puck this time, far more careful than you had been when serving.

“Or maybe I’m just determined to keep letting my pretty date win.”

“And why would you ever do that?”

Another hit from your mallet, the sharp tapping of your aggressive push ringing out over the sound of nearby machines. You don’t dare to glance in the direction of the ruckus, but you’re pretty sure someone has just won an exciting amount of tickets based on the squeals of glee.

“I dunno,” Eddie pauses to shrug after he hits the puck once more, his guard dropping. You’re ruthless as you take the opportunity to shoot the puck straight into ‘goal’ on his side of the table. A straight shot, far too easy for your liking, but you still celebrate the victory with another embarrassing dance, “Maybe it’s because I’m into that ridiculous dance they keep doing whenever they score.”

You immediately stop your little jumps, eyes widening, a rush of embarrassment heating you up from the inside out as Eddie’s eyes stay glued on you. The table powers down as he makes his way around it, feet bringing him right to you.

You’d always thought Eddie would find you weird, or odd, or unappealing after that coffee date, but the outcome had been better than you could have possibly conceived.

He was an absolute weirdo as well.

Fondness overtakes his features just like it had on that coffee date when you’d accidentally snorted at one of his jokes, and your heart flutters eagerly. You can’t believe there had been a time you’d only watch him from behind glass, trying to not get caught as you would blatantly stare at him as he’d work on your car. A time when you’d only see his curls up in loose buns rather than framing his face as they were now, a time when you couldn’t even shake his hand due to it being covered in oil.

That had all only been a month ago, but you already couldn’t imagine your life without Eddie Munson in it.

“Don’t go shy on me now,” he chuckles as he stops in front of you, smirk deepening the dimples you’d only noticed on your second date with him. He’d been too bashful the first date, ducking whenever his grin would grow too wide on you, biting his tongue on half the flirtatious remarks you wished he would have said. “You won, fair and square, so what’s your prize gonna be, valentine?”

He also waited until the second date to kiss you. That had nearly killed you.

“It’s not very fair if you let me win,” you whisper, unable to look away from his eyes. They’re a soft brown, a smooth honey, a nice sight for sore eyes. You kind of like the crinkles beside them, too. Kind of wonder what it would be like to wake up beside him, roll over, and kiss them – all before the sun ever rose.

He reaches out and gingerly grabs your hand, calloused fingertips brushing your knuckles before he entangles your fingers with his. “Psh, who said I let you win? Maybe I just really suck at air hockey.”

“You just-”

You never get to finish your argument. He’s quick to swoop down, capturing your lips in his. The rudest of interruptions, and it still manages to weaken your knees.

Each kiss only grows sweeter. And more confident, more sure. The first one had been timid, exchanged on your doorstep with boyish hesitation and meek desperation. But now, several kisses experienced since that night, all apprehension has melted. He lets his lips meld to yours, captures your bottom lip just tightly enough to give it a brief tug when he pulls away. Still soft, ever so sweet, and leaving you wanting for more.

Four dates. All it took was four dates for him to make you a goner.

“Now, that wasn’t fair,” you breathe out, betrayed by the smile that you wear. Your chest feels shaken up, impending explosion of mushiness and flowers and hearts and every single cliche the love songs on the radio could squeeze out.

“It was your prize.”

“I never said I wanted a kiss for my prize.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he puts a dramatic hand up to his chest, leaning back so dramatically that your hand instinctively reaches out to loop a finger in his jean pocket to keep him upright, “Would you like me to take it back, my fair maiden?”

Four dates, and he makes it impossible to not imagine a future of this. Of silly banter, of gentle mornings spent kissing away crows feet, of cutting one another off with the most infuriating of methods. You’re starting to believe you’re just a hopeless romantic, and he’d spotted that from a mile away – he knew every single button to press to have you putty in his hands, and he was taking full advantage of it.

You giggle, an honest to God giggle, as you say, “Hm, I’m not sure. I heard the return policies on those are a bit wonky.”

If your friends thought you were insufferable when he was some stranger you just had a crush on, they would be vomiting at the sight of this.

He leans into your space, close enough to smell his faint cologne and mint on his breath, “Are they? Well, lucky for you, I’m friends with the shop owner. Can definitely accept the return without a receipt. It won’t be a problem, ma’am. I swear it.”

He’s weird. He’s goofier than you could have imagined, snarkier than you could have dreamed, and more romantic than you had yet to uncover. He’s kind of perfect, but you wouldn’t dare say that to his face. Not yet, at least.

You’re glad you had said yes when he’d asked days prior for you to be his Valentine. And you’re glad he hadn’t gone the boring route, showing up with just chocolates and flowers and calling it a day, but had instead dragged you out to this arcade for a night of adventures as he claimed.

“And how would one go about returning a kiss, kind sir?”

He answers wordlessly, bringing up a finger to tap on his lips. He goes as far as pouting them dramatically.

He wants you to kiss him.

Lucky for him, you want to kiss him, too.

Your kiss is more chaste. Teasing as you lift up onto your tippy toes and only press your lips to his for a brief second before falling back. You leave him wanting more – it’s written all over his face, along with a blush that races right over the bridge of his nose.

He’s cute. He’s cute, and he’s weird, and you really fucking like him.

“Now that that’s over with,” you have to change the topic, move right along before your heart truly bursts from your chest, “I know what I want my prize to be.”

He takes a moment to recover, pupils almost resembling hearts as he stares down at you. Eventually he pulls himself from your trance, shaking his head as he asks, “And what would that be?”

You’re the one taking his hand this time. If he gave you the time, you’d like to learn each callous and scar by heart. Trace over them in the middle of night, when it’s just you and him in the darkness beneath your sheets. Memorize the way they feel as he explores every curvature of your body and figure out which of the roughest patches would brush against your most sensitive bits in a way that would make you arch your back right into him.

The two of you haven’t even discussed if that’s where the night might lead, but you’re sort of hoping the luck in the air doesn’t run out.

“There’s an awfully pretty ring in the case up at the ticket counter,” you muse, knowing damn well the ring was the ugliest thing either of you had ever seen in your lives, “Think you’ve got the tickets to spare?”

His hand gives you a squeeze. Something not too tight, something perfectly comfortable. It’s only the fourth date, it’s only the first month – it’s only the beginning.

“Anything for you, sweetheart,” he says, more earnestly than you’d expected, as he steals another kiss.

You let him. You have this aching feeling in your chest that you’ll probably let him steal an endless amount from you for the rest of your life.

When you know, you know. Or whatever the poets say.

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sw33tm0urningl4mb · 10 months ago

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Deep/Fun Questions to Ask!

Do you like watching sunsets?

Have you ever started a rumor?

What makes you laugh hard?

What's the last concert you went to?

If you believed in it, what would you be reincarnated to?

What's your current vocal stim?

What shirt are you wearing?

Who or what is on your mind?

What are your favorite pair of shoes?

What would easily win you over if someone gave you it?

What three words describe you?

What's a funny memory you have?

Do you have any drunk stories?

What's one thing you own that you're sure no one else has?

Do you have any superstitions?

What is your guilty pleasure?

What weird thing do you do when you're alone?

What is the worst food you've ever had?

What fictional character would you bring to life if you could?

If you could join a career immediately, what would it be?

What keeps you going during the day?

Current song on repeat?

Funniest inside joke?

What's your favorite piece of jewelry you own?

Favorite niche topic?

What fandom are you currently in?

Most controversial take?

Favorite ship and why?

Do you have any piercings or tattoos, and what are they?

What is your worst & best quality?

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rotagnus · 2 months ago

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your vibes + how you come off.

i'm so happy spring finally came! lovebugs, make sure to take care of yourself and put good energy back to the universe during this season. take time to rest and recuperate before going on any big endeavors.

this pac will focus on aspects of you, particularly aspects that are visible physically or can be sensed by other people. choose a pile with your gut feeling; if none resonate, don't force it.

pile 1.

first thing i heard was angel. you guys come off as bubbly and radiant, but quiet and guarded, the way that a cat is; picky and choosy with who they grow close with, but absolutely affectionate and loving to those select few. some of you prefer the night to the day, choosing an overall darker aesthetic; nurturing your flaws make come easier to you, for you understand that not everything can be bright and fluffy all the time. you reminisce on your childhood and may find ways to incorporate that into your overall style; think y2k, or specific niches that may have been inspired from beloved childhood shows, like monster high. your aura is bright and toned, and your presence is well-felt, even when it doesn't feel like it. you stand out in a crowd. people think that you're sensitive yet strong, protective yet mellow, a contradiction of many qualities that makes you very lovable. a lot of you may think that you're not feminine enough, but honey; your authenticity should make that insecurity wash away. you're able to be yourself, nourishing and sweet and oh so beautiful, just because you don't make yourself fit into boxes that diminish your bright, bright soul. a lot of you may be insecure about your physical features, but honestly? others don't even notice that. a select few of you may have been more insecure as a kid because your features didn't fit the beauty norm, maybe not eurocentric, but guess what? you've grown into your own skin so beautifully, it's like your beauty and soul comes to you so easily, others don't even question it. a lot of you may experiment with beads and jewelry, and this makes you look very put together. think of the cool mom from 90s shows, of those movies like waves and the florida project, that nostalgic summery beauty? that's all you, boo. you glimmer regardless of anything. like flowers. a lot of you do stick to darker shades as i've mentioned, but i think red can make all of you stand out, if that's what you're looking for. those of you that use perfumes/mists alwayssss smell good and people love how you take care of your physical appearance.

that's all! i hope that you liked it, pile 1. my well-wishes for you to thrive during spring <3

pile 2.

you guys have a very homey energy, very grounded and earthy. the type of beauty i'd see on instagram, a beautiful person in outdoorsy settings; you guys look GOOOD in nature photoshoots. you guys have very cat-like features and some of you accentuate that with eyeliner, i'm hearing that most of you prefer to let your natural features shine with amplification rather than having over-the-top makeup. green is probably a significant color for some of you, and i think a lot of you prefer spring and summer to winter and fall because you think that you can experiment with outfits easily. many of you are intellectuals, and people can sense that from a mile away. clever and foxy, you guys can intimidate people simply because they know that you've been through it, and come out golden. you guys have a very commanding presence, but you also manage to be witty and have a sense of humor. you guys know that you're not better than anyone else, and people feel like they can find a good, down-to-earth friend in you. you remind people of beaches and the smell of sunscreen and coconut, i think a lot of you are generally excited to go swimming! you go, siren. when you come into people's lives, you bring synchronicity. it's like wherever you go, the universe follows, and a lot of people like to study you and think about how you manage to be soooo yourself and alluring. some of you may live more in the south of wherever your climate is; you're the kind of person people see once in their life time, in an airport or the ocean and think woww. a lot of you think that you stand out from people but in a bad way; the ugly duckling. in fact, that whole story can be used to define you. you know who the ugly duckling turned out to be? the absolutely divine, gorgeous swan. just because you're not shining now or didn't before doesn't mean that the rest of your life is doomed, sweetlove. alright? so relax. we go through ups and downs, and a lot of people are aware that you'd rather stick your chin up and continue mothering and helping everyone else than to save yourself. honey, pour a little of that fruit juice into your own cup. it'll help you <3 people do really think that you're a sweetheart and that you care just a little too much about the wrong people, sometimes.

that's all! i hope that this resonated, pile 2. i hope that this spring brings you the ease you deserve <3

pile 3.

you guys remind me of cherry blossoms and elegant architecture, pile 3. of warm tea and autumn days that leave you feeling well-rested yet refreshed. purple may be a significant color for you, as well as forests. a lot of you do prefer to spend your time trying to grow and blossom as a soul, for you believe that nurturing your talents and hobbies will make your life better. you guys may be a bit of a mess; frazzled at times, but this is really more endearing to others than you think. you're very polite and respectful even when you really should've said something, but other than that, you're seen as a very kind person, maybe a little bit on the quiet side, but very introspective and thoughtful. you guys are my creative spirits; youthful and sprite-like, with features that probably make you look a bit younger than you seem. you guys remind me of fawns and lambs, although your appearance doesn't match your soul; you're much smarter than you look. probably more connected to the spiritual than the upper two piles. you guys are literally the sun, baby. you know how to make your presence feel like greatness and how to make your absence feel like terror, although you probably don't try to accomplish either of these things. you guys may be a bit scared of being too brash or loud, but darling, you're not--you're literally like a moment from the summer, a moment of pure peace that makes people feel uplifted. if you ever feel like you're too much; let people find someone less than you. the right people will never feel like there's too much of you; on the contrary, they'll always be hungry for more. a lot of you experiment with styles of appearance, the type of person who tries new hair colors and styles and looks absolutely STUNNING with all of them. you've been many different people; been in different places, and somehow found a way to blossom regardless. you guys are much stronger than you think you are, pile 3. you guys are much more beautiful, adorable, and LOVABLE than you believe you are.

that's all! i hope you found some peace, pile 3. i hope that you have a sweet, blessed day <3

#love reading #tarot reading #pick a picture #tarotblr #divine guidance #intuitive reading #pac reading #pick a card #pick a pile #rotagnus

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foldingfittedsheets · 14 days ago

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When I worked at the jewelry store there was this notorious lady I worked with. She was, for lack of a better word, an absolute bitch. I don’t say this lightly but truly, she was heinous, much of staff was a little afraid of her, but it took her a while to get fired because her sales were so good.

Her name was Lynn. It was hard to get a read on her age because she’d had work done but I’d guess she was in her sixties, a very posh white lady who towered over most of the staff with lips that looked a little too puffy and hooded judgemental eyes.

I was generally beneath her notice but one day I did something to bother her and she went off into a snit to glower at me from across the showroom. This, to my little autistic brain, was very unacceptable. I didn’t even know why I’d upset her but our job was extremely team oriented and I couldn’t succeed without being able to communicate with the whole team.

You see, in the jewelry store we matched customers to sales people. If someone came in who was very nerdy or queer, that customer would be passed along to me because I’d be the best at relating to them. We called this process a TO trade off. The first sales associate got half the sale and the TO got the second half and the customer got a much more enjoyable experience. Everybody won.

Everyone on the team had a niche that they could relate to really well. Lynn cleaned up with older white ladies who had too much money and a certain kind of dude she could boss around. Because we traded off sales all the time it was important to have a good working relationship with everyone on staff.

Lynn being pissed at me would just make both our jobs harder. I asked around why she was mad at me and no one knew, but they advised I just leave her alone until she cooled off.

I thought that was stupid. So I just went up to her and asked, “Why are you mad at me?”

It was if a lizard had grown sentience and spoken to her. Her face was was too immobilized with botox to show a full range of emotion but her eyes widened and her puffy lips pursed as she looked down at me.

She was so used to psychologically terrorizing people and not getting called on it that being very directly addressed by her tiny lesbian coworker was something she didn’t have a ready answer for. Barring a reflexive response she resorted to honesty and said that she was upset that I had passed a sale along to someone else and not to her.

She felt like no one passed sales to her. It hurt her feelings. I could recognize that she'd gotten her wits together and decided to try to incite pity. I'd heard her sound more upset when she told me that her daughter insisted on sleeping on their fanciest couch despite knowing how much Lynn hated the idea of her skin oils permeating the white leather.

I was honestly a little surprised to learn she would admit to having feelings that could get hurt, even as a gambit I didn’t say that part. I agreed that she wasn’t my first choice for the couple I'd passed off and confirmed the reasons why I had done the TO to someone else. Then I pointed out that the statistics for how often sales were traded to her were freely posted for everyone to see. She had the second highest TO rate in the store. That was just facts.

Confronted very bluntly and faced with statistics Lynn decided it was pointless to be mad at me and dropped it. After that dropped most of her mind games in my direction. If I spoke she would often regard me like an unwelcome species of bug before simply turning away. She won the award for coworker most likely to ignore me because she had no idea how to respond to me most of the time.

The only time I remember getting along was when she would start telling bold faced lies that she swore were true. My favorite was when she said she’d had a very lucrative career as a luchador and she could show me a thing or two in the ring. Because I love getting absurdly lied to I played along and said I’d love to see pictures.

She got fired eventually which was a long time coming after it came out that she had told my Vietnamese friend she needed a translator just to understand her. She was not missed, and we left the Older Bitchy Lady niche unfilled on the staff TO roster once she left.

#ramblies #ffs foibles #story #writing #jewelry store #retail

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