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corroded-hellfire · 2 years ago

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The year is 1986. Eddie is in danger of not graduating (again). Reader is his girlfriend, and she’s tired of him not taking his future seriously, so she breaks up with him. He finally decides to get his sh*t together and buckles down. But is it too late? Will he graduate? Will the love of his life take him back? Up to you, bb!

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Anything for you, my love! I hope you enjoy the way I broke Eddie’s heart. It hurt me more than it did him. ily2💚

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“Eddie, we’ve got to study,” you say. He’s kneeling behind you on his bed, pressing soft kisses along the back of your neck as you try to focus on the textbook laying open in your lap.

“How am I supposed to concentrate, hmm? With you sitting on my bed, looking so beautiful,” Eddie says against your skin.

“Okay,” you say, letting your book thump onto his sheets. “I’m gonna quiz you on stuff that’ll be on our finals. For every right answer, I’ll take off a piece of clothing. For every wrong answer, it’s an extra fifteen minutes of study time.”

“Fire away, baby.” Eddie lounges back against his wall and tucks his hands behind his head, a sinful smirk on his lips.

“Let’s start with English,” you say as you shift on the bed to face him. “What two Shakespeare plays are written entirely in verse?”

Eddie purses his lips, eyes searching his bedroom ceiling as if the answers were written across it in big bold letters. “Hamlet and…McBeth?”

“King John and Richard II,” you say with a sigh. Eddie groans and lets his hands fall down to his lap.

“Ehh, shit,” Eddie says. “But just because it had two answers doesn’t mean that’s half an hour of study time! That was one question, so only one fifteen-minute addition.”

“Fine,” you say, silently knowing this is all in vain anyway. Eddie’s been caring less and less about school lately, to the point where you’re afraid he’s going to fail senior year for the third time. “We’ll move onto biology.”

“Take your clothes off and I’ll give you a biology lesson.”

“Eddie,” you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Fine, fine, sorry. Go on.”

“What part of the brain deals with balance and coordination?”

One of his dark brown eyes squeezes closed and he tilts his head from side to side as if he’s deliberating what he wants for dinner.

“The left part. No, wait, that’s a joke! I’m kidding, I’m kidding! Um…the frontal lobe?” Eddie winces, knowing that this was just a wild guess—it was the first part of the brain he could think of.

“The cerebellum,” you say.

“Okay,” Eddie says, nodding his head. “I’ll remember that. The cerebrum controls balance and coordination.”

“The cerebellum,” you correct.

Eddie groans, rolling the tension out of his neck before letting his head thump back against the wall.

“Come on, hit me again.”

“Last one,” you say as you adjust your legs tucked underneath you. “History this time. What city was the first capital of the United States?”

“I know it wasn’t DC,” Eddie says, pointing his finger at you. “Hmm, what other cities were important then? Boston, Philly…Philly! Philadelphia!”

At the shake of your head, Eddie slumps down on the bed.

“New York City,” you tell him.

“Ugh, fuck me.” Eddie rubs his hands over his face, and you give him a pat on the leg.

“Not tonight, hot shot. Grab your books.”

Spending your free period in the library, pouring over books, you’re jarred out of the world of microeconomics by the chair across the table from you screeching against the floor as it’s pulled out. A dark figure plops down in it, and you glance up to see the dark leather jacket and black Judas Priest t-shirt that you’d sat next to in last period English. Eddie runs a hand over his unruly curls and shoots you a smile.

“Hey, babe.”

“Eddie, what the hell are you doing here?” you get out through gritted teeth. You’re almost certain the pencil in your hand is going to snap in half. “You’re supposed to be in history.”

“Ugh, O’Donnell,” Eddie complains, dropping his head back. “I swear, she was there for half the shit she’s telling us about. God, I couldn’t take it anymore. She’s just droning on and on. Told her I had to take a leak and knew this is where I’d find my best girl.”

“Eddie!” You all but shout his name before remembering you’re in the library and you lower your voice. “Eddie, you’re already in danger of failing her class. Among others. Should you really be skipping class?”

“Babe, it’s been five minutes,” he says with a chuckle, his carefree attitude that you usually love grating on your nerves.

“Okay. So, go back and pay attention now.” Your tone is sharp and curt, but you’ve put up with this long enough.

“Trying to get rid of me?” Eddie asks, jutting out his lower lip in what is an admittedly adorable pout. He leans forward on the table, letting his hand slide over to rest on top of one of yours.

“Trying to get you to graduate,” you say, snatching your hand away. Your boyfriend watches you with wide eyes as you slam your book closed and shove it into your backpack. Slinging it over your shoulder, you stand up and nod your head towards the library door. “Let’s go.”

Eddie follows behind you like a lost puppy as you storm out of the library and stalk down the hall. Once you’ve turned down an empty hallway, you spin around to face him. The anger in your eyes takes him aback, and he shoves his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

“You’re mad,” he says softly.

“Yes, I’m mad,” you snap. “My boyfriend doesn’t seem to give a shit if he graduates high school or not.”

“I care,” Eddie defends weakly.

“If you cared, you’d be in class right now. Or would study with me when I ask—or at all! Jesus, Eddie, I’ve been trying for months to get you to take your future seriously.”

“My future with you is what’s most important,” Eddie says, hand reaching out for you. Hurt flashes across his face when you pull away, and it hurts you too. This isn’t what you wanted. You’ve never wanted to be the reason Eddie’s in pain. But you also can’t just sit by and let him do this to himself.

“That’s part of the problem, Eddie. You’re so focused on me and not enough on you.”

“Because I love you,” he says.

“I love you, too, Eddie,” you reply, tears starting to fill your eyes. “That’s why I’m so concerned about you. About your future.”

“I’ll go back to class,” Eddie says, taking a step closer to you. “I-I’ll study with you. Baby, I promise.”

“You’ve said that before.” You squeeze your eyes closed, resolving yourself to what you know you have to do. As much as you don’t want it. As much as it’s going to break your heart. “It’s not enough, Eddie.”

“Then what?” Eddie rests his hands on your upper arms. “Tell me what to do.”

“It’s too late,” you say, shaking your head.

“W-What do you mean it’s too late?” But the dread in his eyes says he knows exactly what you mean.

“You’re not taking your future seriously. I’ve tried so hard to help you, but there’s only so much I can push you. At some point you have to do it for yourself. I’m so tired of waiting for you to do it, though. It hurts me to sit here and watch you not care about you as much as I do.”

“Sweetheart, please—.”

“Eddie, it’s over. We’re over.”

Tears flood his eyes as his jaw hangs open. Eddie’s hands slip from your arms, and he stumbles back a step. You know the pain on his face must be reflected in your own. And maybe it means you’re a coward, but you can’t look at his broken expression anymore. Tucking your thumbs into your backpack straps, you turn around and walk down the empty hallway, away from Eddie.

Eddie feels numb. He’s walking around school in a haze. Friends try to talk to him in the hallway, but they sound like they’re underwater and Eddie can’t understand them. Gareth waves his hand in front of Eddie’s face, but he doesn’t even blink. Jeff grabs his shoulder, but Eddie doesn’t even feel it, he just keeps walking. It’s not until Dustin grabs Eddie by the zipper of his leather jacket and pushes him up against the lockers that the twenty-year-old snaps back to reality.

“What?” Eddie asks, big brown eyes blinking as he tries to focus on the shorter man in front of him.

“Are you okay? What the hell is going on?” Dustin asks. Eddie’s eyes find the floor and he shakes off Dustin’s hands.

“She left me,” he mumbles.

“What?” Gareth asks, leaning in to hear him better.

“She fucking broke up with me, okay?” His friends flinch as Eddie pushes himself off the lockers and runs his hands over his hair. They back away, giving him room to pace the small area around him.

“Why?” Jeff asks, sounding half afraid to ask the question to his hot-tempered friend.

“She said I’m not taking my future seriously,” Eddie answers. “That I don’t seem to care that I’m failing classes. Again.” Out of the corner of his eye, Eddie can see his three friends share a look. He stops pacing and stares at them. “What?”

“I mean,” Jeff starts quietly, “she has a point.”

When Eddie just continues to stare, Dustin decides to speak up as well.

“She’s been trying real hard to help you, man. You haven’t seemed to care, though.”

“I…I care,” Eddie says.

“When’s the last time she tried to get you to study?” Dustin asks.

“The other night.” Eddie remembers, thinking about how he failed your quiz.

“And what did you do?” Dustin asks.

Eddie sighs and rubs a hand over his forehead. “Tried to have sex with her.”

“This is probably a good thing,” Gareth says, shrinking in on himself when Eddie glares at him. “For you. So you can focus on school.”

Eddie scoffs. “She really think I’m gonna be able to focus on school after she shatters my heart like this? Fuck, I love her so much.”

“I’m sorry, man,” Jeff says.

“Fuck this shit.” Eddie slams his fist against the lockers and strides down the hall, towards the exit.

When Eddie gets home, Wayne hasn’t left for work yet. He’s sitting on the couch, remote control in his hand as he points it at the small television and clicks through the channels. Eddie wrenches open the front door, dirty black boots stomping into the trailer before banging the door closed behind him. Wayne pauses his channel surfing to raise an eyebrow at his nephew.

“What’s the matter with you, boy?”

Ignoring the older man, Eddie strides down the hallway to his bedroom, footsteps so heavy they rattle the mugs hanging on the living room walls. Wayne was no stranger to Eddie temper tantrums—having raised him through puberty—but this is a level he hasn’t seen since the last time a letter from his father arrived. He gives it a few moments before deciding to see what’s going on with the brooding boy. Wayne hoists himself off the couch, groaning as his bones click and muscles tighten.

The bedroom door isn’t fully closed, so Wayne swings it open to see Eddie lying flat on his back, staring up at the water-stained ceiling. He hadn’t even bothered to shed himself of the leather jacket or boots before plopping down.

“I know I may not have taught you much in life, boy, but I know I taught you manners,” Wayne says.

Eddie stays silent, which is never the case. That worries Wayne more than anything.

“Eddie?”

“She dumped me.”

Wayne takes a moment to process what his nephew says. He places his hands on his hips and blows out a breath.

“What happened?”

Eddie rubs his hands over his face before responding. When he does speak, his tone is bitter. “She said that I don’t care about my future. That she’s tired of sitting around while I’m out here being a dumbass.”

“She wouldn’t say that,” Wayne says with a shake of his head.

“Maybe not with those exact words.” Eddie forces himself to sit up, shoulders slumped. “But the same messaging.”

Sighing, Wayne sits down next to him and pats his shoulder.

“I’m sorry to hear that. She’s a good kid.”

“I always told her that you like her more than you like me,” Eddie grumbles.

“Only sometimes,” Wayne jokes with a small smile. “Now, you’re allowed to wallow for one day—two at the most. Then you get your ass in gear and get your act together.”

With a low groan, Eddie flops back down on the bed. “Don’t wanna.”

“Well,” Wayne says, pushing himself off the bed. “The girl is either gonna be right about you or wrong. It’s up to you which one it is.”

Wayne makes his way out of the bedroom and Eddie rolls over so he’s face down on his bed. He squeezes his eyes shut as the first of the tears begin to burn his eyes. The way his throat begins to tighten has Eddie gripping his blanket in his fists. Wayne’s words repeat in his head. Would you end up being right? Is everything you said about him true? Of course it is, he thinks to himself. He’s about to fail senior year for the third time—and he didn’t even care. Until now, he decides. Pushing himself off the bed, Eddie yanks his leather jacket off. He tosses it in the general direction of his closet, not caring where it lands as he bends down to pick his biology textbook from the floor.

“Should be able to read this whole damn thing before finals.”

Eddie’s friends hardly recognize him at lunch the next day. Instead of arguing over Lucas missing another Hellfire meeting for a basketball game and munching on pretzels, he has his nose buried in a book.

“Now I’ve seen everything,” Gareth says, dropping his tray on the tabletop. His brows pinch together when Eddie doesn’t even lift his head.

“Is that Eddie Munson reading a book?” Jeff asks.

“And not just a book,” Dustin says as he slides into the seat next to his Dungeon Master. He picks the corner up to take a look at the cover to confirm his suspicions, but Eddie’s quick to slap his hand away so he can keep reading. “Eddie is reading Romeo and Juliet.”

“Look at this cultured man,” Gareth says. Still, Eddie doesn’t lift his head.

“How far do you think this will go?” Mike asks. “Think we could shit talk Metallica?”

“I’m reading, I’m not deaf,” Eddie says.

“Is this about—” Lucas starts but Dustin elbows him in the ribs.

Finally, Eddie raises his eyes from the book and sends a death glare to all of his friends. He slams the book closed and snatches it up before striding out of the cafeteria. Weren’t these the same assholes who had told him that you were right about him not taking his future seriously? But the moment they see him trying to improve himself, they decide to make snide jokes. Eddie grumbles as he makes his way to the library, banging the door open and ignoring the sneer from the librarian as he drops down at a table. With a sigh, he opens the book again and continues where he left off before he was rudely interrupted.

Two periods later, Eddie’s pretty sure Mrs. O’Donnell is going to have a heart attack after he raises his hand and answers a question correctly. The crone takes a moment before continuing her lecture and Eddie smirks in self-satisfaction.

Once Eddie gets used to his eyes being tired from reading so much, and his headaches from the information overloads start to abate, he manages to bring his grades up. It takes a couple of weeks for him to finally see the difference, but when he does, he feels something that he’s not sure if he’s ever felt before: pride. Being proud of himself is odd at first, and he smokes a bit more than usual to dull the sensation, but he soon comes to enjoy it and the pleasant buzz he feels has nothing to do with the weed.

A few weeks out from graduation, Eddie’s lounging on the wall in front of the school, stretched out as the late spring sun warms the afternoon, reading the assigned chapter in The Outsiders. A shadow falls across the pages of his book and Eddie squints as he looks up, finding you standing next to him, thumb hooked in the strap of your backpack, a strained smile on your face.

“Hey, stranger,” you say.

Eddie pushes himself into a sitting position, letting his long legs dangle over the side of the wall. He closes his book, keeping a ring clad finger between the pages that he’s currently on.

“Hey,” Eddie says. This is the first time you’ve talked to one another since that day in the hallway. Neither of you had even contacted one another to give back stuff that was at the others’ houses. Eddie knows there’s a handful of his t-shirts at your place and he’s not sure if it comforts him or causes him pain to wonder if you still wear them to sleep. And he knows exactly where the David Bowie tapes that you left in his room are—one is in his stereo right now. He’s managed to either hide or push down the pain from the breakup, but he still spends most nights falling asleep to Space Oddity or Ziggy Stardust. It even got to the point where Wayne had come into his room and said, “As glad as I am that I don’t have to listen to your screaming music, you’ve gotta stop wallowing in pity. Or at least listen to Elvis or somethin’ while ya do.”

“I saw you in the library last week. And I’ve heard that you’ve been working really hard,” you tell him. “I’m glad, Eddie. That’s amazing.”

“Uh, thanks,” he says, nodding his head. Under the guise of avoiding the bright sun, he ducks his head down and looks at his white sneakers. But really, he’s not sure if he can look you in the eye for more than a second at a time. The sadness had given way to anger, which gave away to an empty, aching pain in the pit of his stomach. “I, um, started because I didn’t want you to be right. Apparently, you weren’t the only one who thought I needed to get my shit together. But, uh, now I’m doing it for me. Trying to put me first.”

“Good,” you say. Eddie looks up to see you giving him a genuine smile. The one not many other people got to see. You’re not attempting to give him a pep talk or play some kind of game with him. Eddie can tell that you’re being authentic and really are pleased to see him succeeding. “You deserve it, Eddie. I’m proud of you.”

The words affect him more than he would’ve thought. His throat feels tighter and suddenly the spring day feels like it’s a blisteringly hot August afternoon. “Thanks,” he manages to get out.

“And I—um, I’m sorry. I really hope you know that I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I know.” And he does. Now. He’d had moments of thinking you had done it as a way of calling him stupid or pathetic. But once the haziness of the initial heartbreak wore off, he realized you would never think that, let alone be cruel enough to insinuate it.

“I guess I’ll see you around, Eddie,” you say, offering him a small wave. He nods his head in acknowledgment and tries to get back to his book. But too much of you fills his head for him to be able to focus on what Ponyboy is talking about.

Finals come and they go. Eddie waits with bated breath for the results, feeling more on edge, even with kicking up the pot smoking again. When Eddie sees that he’s passed every single exam, the high he feels is better than he could’ve imagined. Not quite as good as some drug highs and definitely nowhere as near the high you gave him, but it’s still good. For the first time in his life, Eddie is excited to come home and wave a school paper in Wayne’s face. In the past, it’d been a detention slip, a letter of reprimand from the principal, or a failed report card that he needed to have signed and returned. But this is something good. Better than good, Wayne tells him.

“Looks like you’ve got to get yourself a cap and gown, boy.”

So, he does. When he puts them on the morning of graduation though, he groans at how the shade of green looks on him. Black was his best color, according to him, so something this bright just wasn’t him.

He strolls over to his stereo near the window and firmly presses the play button. Heroes by David Bowie fills the small bedroom as Eddie takes another look at himself in the mirror. No one would look good in this color, he thinks. Well, he muses, that’s not true. You would look good in this color because it’s impossible for you to ever look anything less than breathtaking.

I, I will be king

And you, you will be queen

Eddie sighs and turns away from the mirror. Grabbing his keys off of his bedside table, Eddie clicks the pause button on his stereo before heading down the hallway.

“See ya at the ceremony, old man,” Eddie says to his uncle before he’s out the trailer door.

Only the graduates and school faculty get there this early, so the parking lot is relatively empty when Eddie pulls in. He hops out of his van and sees Jeff getting out of his car a few spaces over.

“Glad to see you look as awful as I do in this shit,” Eddie says as he makes his way over to his fellow Hellfire member.

“Black robes would’ve been brutal under this sun though, dude,” Jeff replies.

Eddie shrugs because he knows his friend is right. Together they walk towards the football field, a place Eddie actively tried to avoid all the years he spent here. It looks like most of the students are here already. Not long after Eddie spots Jason Carver straightening his tie, even though it’s under the gown, all the students are herded into the gymnasium to wait for the ceremony to begin. The gym smells even worse than normal with the whole senior class shoved inside. Eddie spies you off towards a corner, laughing about something with Nancy. It wouldn’t surprise him if you’re trying to make her laugh to take her mind off of the valedictorian speech she’s about to give. Eyes taking in how you look in the green cap and gown, Eddie knows he was right before; you are the only one who looks drop dead gorgeous in the graduation garment. He knows his eyes have been on you for too long, but he can’t bring himself to tear them away.

“So, what’s going on there?” Jeff asks, seeing where his friend’s gaze lies. “You did what she wanted, right? Are you going to try and get back together with her?”

Eddie sighs and finally breaks his gaze away from you. Instead, he looks up into the rafters of the gym, squinting as the bright lights shine down.

“I don’t really think this was a ‘if you fix this, we’ll get back together’ type of situation,” Eddie says. “Besides, it’s been months. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s been on dates with a bunch of different guys by now.”

“You still love her, though.” It’s not a question from Jeff, it’s a statement. A fact that was as obvious as the scuff marks on the floor of the gym.

“Yeah,” Eddie says, not adding anything further.

“Shouldn’t you at least try then?” Jeff asks. “You did all that hard work.”

“But I didn’t do it for her,” Eddie answers with a shake of his head. “I did it for me.”

“But you still did it,” Jeff points out. “It won’t be in vain either way, man, because you’re here right now. About to graduate. I’m just saying you should talk to her. See where things stand.”

“Maybe,” Eddie says with a sigh.

Mrs. O’Donnell bustles into the room—well, as fast as she can at her age. Taking stock of the children around the gym, she claps her hands together to get their attention.

“Okay, okay, everyone. Time to line up. We’ll be starting soon.”

Jeff and Eddie let themselves be herded with the rest of their class and listen half-heartedly at instructions shouted at them as they make their way back outside.

Once the ceremony starts, it’s long and boring. Nancy’s speech isn’t as bad as Eddie expected, though. But Principal Higgins has to talk, then just about every other school official that Eddie swears he’s never seen in the front office even after all the time he’s spent in there. Then the never ending list of names begins. Of course all the names are familiar to Eddie, but that doesn’t mean he cares enough to watch each of them walk across the stage, shake hands, and get their diploma. There are only a select few people that Eddie actually pays attention for.

“Nancy Wheeler.”

“Robin Buckley.”

“Jason Carver.” Eddie pretends to gag.

“Chrissy Cunningham.”

“Jeff Donaldson.”

Then it’s your turn. Eddie can’t take his eyes off of you or the big grin on your face as you hop up on the stage and go through the long line of people none of you had ever heard of to shake their hands. Your eyes light up as your diploma is handed to you. Eddie doesn’t even realize he’s smiling along with you until his cheeks begin to ache. That settles it, he thinks. I have to talk to her.

“Eddie Munson.”

Hearing his own name called over the loudspeaker jars him out of his thoughts. He’s distantly aware of people cheering for him as he makes his way to the stage, but it feels too weird to be real. People didn’t even cheer for him at Corroded Coffin shows. Eddie takes the steps up to the stage two at a time and forces a pleasant smile to his lips as he shakes Principal Higgins’ hand. The rest of the faces become a blur as he moves from person to person until he finally gets his diploma. He grins at the simple rolled up paper in his hands. It’s just a blank piece of paper until his real diploma comes in, he knows, but it means so much more. It’s proof that he did it. That he graduated at long last. The now-familiar pride swells up in him as he heads back to his seat among the students in the green sea of their robes.

When the ceremony finally comes to an end, there’s hugging and crying and squealing coming from all around the football field. Eddie makes his way out into the parking lot where families are taking photos with their graduates, all smiles and congratulations. Wayne’s truck is hard to miss in the parking lot; by far the oldest vehicle there. Eddie heads in that direction and is greeted by a beaming uncle.

“M’so proud of you, boy.” Wayne pulls Eddie into a hug, which wasn’t a usual occurrence in the Munson household. “You put your mind to something and ya did it.”

“Thanks,” Eddie says, smiling sheepishly.

“Congratulations.”

The familiar voice coming from behind him has Eddie spinning around so fast he hears his neck crack.

“Uh, thanks,” he says. “You too.”

“C’mon, let me get a picture of the two of you,” Wayne says, pulling a camera that looks older than Eddie out of his pocket.

Eddie is about to protest, not wanting to make you uncomfortable or feel obligated, but you’re looping your arm through his before he can even open his mouth. You tilt your head, close to Eddie’s shoulder but not quite touching, and smile prettily for the camera. Eddie musters his best look for the picture as well, but on the inside, he’s cringing as he imagines what that picture must look like.

“Perfect,” Wayne says. He unlocks his truck and tosses the camera inside. “I’ll see you later, Eddie?”

“Okay,” Eddie says.

Wayne pulls Eddie in for another hug before enveloping you in one as well.

“I’m real proud of both of you,” he says.

“Thanks, Wayne,” you reply.

Wayne climbs into his truck and gives the two of you one last wave before heading out of the parking lot.

“So, uh,” Eddie starts at the same time you say, “So, listen.”

Eddie chuckles and nods his head at you. “You first.”

“Oh, I, um, was just going to ask if you were going to the party tonight. At Cat’s place.”

“I hadn’t really planned on it,” Eddie says as he unzips the graduation robe. “Why?”

“Well, uh, I—I was wondering if maybe you’d want to? I mean, I-I’ll be there. But if you don’t wanna, I totally understand.”

“You want me to?” Eddie asks, raising his eyebrows at you as he slips his hands into the pockets of his black jeans.

“I do,” you say, a shy look that Eddie is unaccustomed to on your face. “Like I said, I get it if you don’t want to. But I had to at least ask.”

“I guess it wouldn’t kill me to go for a little while. Might be able to sell.”

“You don’t want to celebrate?” you ask. “Dance and drink?”

“Of all people, you should know better than anyone that I don’t dance,” Eddie says with a small smile.

“But you drink,” you point out.

“Why do you want to spend time with me?” Eddie asks, tilting his head to the side, like a puppy wondering what it’s human just said. Better to ask bluntly and get a clear answer then try to piece one together in his mind.

“I need a reason?”

“Kind of. After you dumped me? Yeah, you do.”

“I miss you,” you admit, so quietly that Eddie almost misses it. “I’ve missed you from the moment I left you standing there in that hallway. So many times I almost caved and begged you to take me back. But then I’d see you studying, and it would remind me that you need to focus on you. And you did. Look what you accomplished. I’m really, really proud of you, Eddie.”

“Not bad for the school freak, huh?” Eddie asks, the beginnings of a smirk curling his pink lips.

“I think you need a new nickname,” you muse. “We’re not in school anymore.”

“Maybe we can come up with one at the party tonight,” Eddie says, causing your face to light up in excitement.

“Really? You’ll go with me?” you ask, eyes widening in hope.

“I’d be pretty dumb not to.”

“You’ve always been far from dumb, sweetheart,” you tell him. Hesitantly, you reach out and lace your fingers with his. “I think I came up with a new nickname for you, too.”

“Do tell,” Eddie says.

“No more Eddie the Freak or Eddie the Banished,” you say, imitating Eddie’s Dungeon Master voice. “You are now Eddie the graduate.”

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teekays · 3 months ago

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hello! if memory serves you are the blog that talked about boy band pretty as a marketing tactic (or something to that effect? the search function does not work so if i’m wrong i’m terribly sorry) and i was wondering if you would be willing to find someone from each team (can include prospects if you want) to create the ultimate nhl boy band. this is not a necessary thing to do, solely shits and gigs and if you ever feel like it doing it. have a lovely day!

HIIIIIII that WAS me and you sent this at the perfect time because i am at the laundromat with time to kill and i LOVE to discuss this.... let's chop it up.... a few disclaimers: this is subjective so don't get mad at me and i will be including prospects and ahl players where i know its applicable BUT for most of these teams i will be going off the main roster + looks alone because if i did a full deep dive vibes analysis on every team's roster and prospects it would take me like two months to answer this ask... you understand. we are being SHALLOW here today in the true spirit of the boy band industry. let's go!!!

carolina hurricanes: i know everyone wants me to say sebastian aho but he is 1) too old 2) too unsettling looking. the elf on the shelf is not boy band pretty im sorry 😭 i do love him but he's just not the vibe here... i will say based on looks either scott morrow or jackson blake and his 90s heartthrob hair. i want to say seth jarvis because he's my special pop pop but that does contradict almost everything i have said previously so i will not be biased but know that if he was a pop star i would be his biggest fan i would kiss his poster. and that's my truth

columbus blue jackets: in the interest of journalistic integrity i went to their roster instead of just saying it's obviously kj as the intimidating aloof one in the boy ("boy") band but actually i do think it's cole sillinger.... teen heartthrob. also i didn't know that he was born in columbus because his dad was playing for the team and his brother is also on the team??? imagine having a whole destiny like that and its for COLUMBUS OHIO 😭

new jersey devils: jack hughes. open and shut case argue with the WALL

new york islanders: NOT MAT BARZAL. HE LOOKS 35. STAND UP LADIES!!! lowkey i do not know any of these dudes and this roster is kind of busted as fuck 😭😭😭 (NOT ANTHONY DUCLAIR who is too old to be a boy band boy but who i do love) bargain bin team... anyway isaiah george YOU! are the only cute person the new york islanders

new york rangers: matt rempe. those pictures of him lounging around on the phone??? wow. no words. diva heartthrob behavior. it's sad what they're doing to him what are we doing to our beautiful queens :(

philadelphia flyers: after much careful deliberation.... i think denver barkey is taking it. denver is such a deeply boy band name tbh he was born for this!!! i know everyone thinks it's jamie (who i still forget is a flyer 😭) but can you imagine him on a stage? singing a song? they are reinventing shoegaze for him. negative star quality (AFFECTIONATE!!!!!!! LOVING!!!!!!!!!!!!)

pittsburgh penguins: well NOW the obvious answer is rutger mcgroarty... not even worth going through that senior center roster when he's there tbh sorry pens

washington capitals: AGAIN. SENIOR CENTER ROSTER. i had to go to their prospects page to find someone suitable and my vote is patrick leonard he's a cutie!!! also im so sorry to say this but my jaw dropped when i got to this guy why are you playing hockey you need to make a children's album RIGHT NOW. i know he could do a banger cover of the We're going on a bear hunt song. but i digress...

boston bruins: matthew poitras is adorable and exudes star quality NEXTTTT. shoutout also brett harrison who looks like a long lost jonas brother

buffalo sabres: JACK QUINNN JQUIZZY HIMSELF partly for looks mostly for vibes... he has extreme "jack dylan grazer vape apology video" energy and also he has that boyish charm... either him or devon levi (hot) not miss owen power for the same reasons as jamie. she could never be a pop star 😔 ryan mcleod used to be the oilers popstar boy but now he's got too much competition he's a little niche for the title

detroit red wings: my gut tells me simon edvinsson but a look at the roster tells me there is some competition in the form of amadeus lombardi... if we were discussing this two years ago mo seider would be the obvious answer but he's too grizzled now 😔

florida panthers: 🙄 here comes another busted fucking roster... i guess denisenko??? panthers are not really representing here....

montreal canadiens: ARBER <3 he's like the bad boy hottie in the boy band. the one that makes your dad shake his head when he sees him on tv

ottawa senators: wow the atlantic division is fucking WACK this was another case of like. okay i guess ill pick one of yous but REALLY? so congratulations jorian donovan YOU are in the boy band

tampa bay lightning: seriously what is going on in this division. jack finley looks like he was the closeted one in a boy band from the early 2000s but he's aged past that now and he has a husband and a wine brand.... so we will bring him back for nostalgia points. welcome to the team. also i have to be honest i thought of myself as pretty well acquainted with the ahl but the SYRACUSE CRUNCH? that's crazy

leafs: JOSEPH WOLL! boyish charm out the ears on that one. a real cutie

chicago: obviously it's bedard. we all know it's bedard. on the surface he has no charisma but he does have a certain kind of shy boy charm and he IS adorable... he's the one in the boy band who makes your mom tut over him like "he seems like a nice boy"

colorado avalanche: wow huge props to matt stienburg for having maybe the single most boy band roster photo i have seen yet... THIS is the guy they get in the boy band because he's already had huge success with his hit single called like, Heart React Girlfriend or whatever. this is jacob sartorius if he played hockey. this is chase dreams. this kid is going places

dallas stars: it's obviously wyjo, joining the ranks with cbedard as The Nice One <3

minnesota wild: okay i was going to say brock faber because every group needs a kevin jonas (SORRY BROCK) but WHO is kyle masters and why does he look like knockoff brendan brisson. budget briss. diet briss. we have briss at home.

nashville predators: this just reminded me cody glass is a penguin now 💔 anyway the preds have some STRONG contenders here wow.... jeremy hanzel is taking it but i think luke evangelista could pull it off... now if you asked me to be really subjective it would be ozzy wiesblatt who would also be the subject of much poster kissing and rigged "which member of the nhl boy band should you date" tests so i get him as the result but that's just me....

st louis blues: jeremie biakabutuka your radiant smile has charmed me.... welcome to the band....

utah whatevers: MONTANA ONYEBUCHI I AM SO FUCKING SORRY THE SHARKS DIDNT APPRECIATE YOU. BUT WE WILL..... also matt villalta kinda giving off brand kj... you could build a whole off brand version of that umich team just with guys from other teams i bet

winnipeg jets: dylan coghlan you will always be famous to ME but i fear you are a little too old for our purposes here.... other than him they kinda don't have a lot going for them.... brayden yager it is your time to shine as off brand owen power ♥️

anaheim ducks: some strong competition here... tz is the obvious choice but i think we need to think bigger... olen zellwegger please step forward....

calgary flames: matt coronato i am free on thursday if you would like to hang out on thursday when i am free and also join this boy band

edmonton oilers: yet another old ass roster 😭 they're lucky they got so many sabres because matt savoie is saving their asses rn

los angeles kings: angus booth is smizing in every single photo i saw of him so. come on now

san jose sharks: it's so obviously will smith i don't even know what we're doing here tbh

seattle kraken: tye kartye looks like he would be into white water rafting so he can be the nature guy in the boy band.... strong competition from tucker robertson but he's just a touch too gay porn for this vibe

vancouver canucks: JETT WOO... HELLO.... but also shoutout cole mcward for having 2014 gay youtuber phenotype. a connor franta troye sivan type face if ive ever seen one

vegas golden knights: BRISS ‼️‼️‼️ my little tabloid queen... not only is he in the boy band but he's in the news and the media. he was born to be a star. natural ham. child actor energy. alex holtz is also a strong contender for this but i think he's off on his own doing his little pop star solo act thing

this took way longer than laundromat time but it was worth it i had so much fun!!!!! thank you!!!!!!

#THIS WAS SERIOUSLY SO FUN and also made me feel kind of mean for being like ummm you're ugly youre ugly youre ugly. but whatever #sorry for the copious amounts of unrelated bullshit also 😭#asks

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I just recently listened to a lecture by Grace Hopper, one of the pioneers of modern computing, and, while her discourse on computing was amazingly prescient even by today's standards, much less in 1982 when she gave it, I was particularly captivated by her monologue on young people.

I'm a teacher myself, a college professor, and too often I see older people simply writing off young people and forgetting that they themselves used to be young and what it was like. Given that, it was great to see a woman of 76 (at the time) delivering such a fantastic take. Honestly, I think she hit the nail on the head, and you should read it in full:

"I find we have a very bad habit of underestimating our young people. I think we totally fail to recognize how much more they know than we knew at the same age. I can make the comparison. They've had radio and television all their lives long for both information and misinformation. I didn't have a radio until I was a senior in high school, I built a crystal set. I didn't have a vacuum tube set until I was a senior in college, that was the year the superheterodyned circuit first came out. I knew man would never walk on the moon, they know he has. They know all about jet airplanes. They can't remember their first flight in an airplane, they were taken on a jet to visit their grandparents when they were babies. I didn't fly on an airplane until I was a sophomore in college. I spent 10 dollars, and that was a heck of a lot of money in 1925. I went up in an open cockpit biplane, built out of wood and linen and wire, and it went up about a hundred and fifty feet and floated along at eighty miles an hour. I'd be scared to death to go near it today. They know all about jets. I was reminded of this not long ago because I was walking out to take Allegheny city big commuter flight from Washington to Philadelphia - I guess it's ransom airlines now - and there was a young man beside me. He was looking up at that plane, finally he turned to me and he said 'is that thing safe?' and I said 'yeah, why not?' He said 'I've never flown in a prop plane before.' We have a whole generation that's never flown in prop planes. We've totally forgotten how much more they know than we knew at the same age. On the other hand, they are no more mature than we were at the same age. And they're looking for something which they cannot always put in words. And I've seen it across the country as I've talked to schools and colleges and to our young people. What they're looking for is positive leadership. I mean leadership in the in the old Navy sense. It's a two way street, it's loyalty up and loyalty down, it's respect for your superior and keep him informed of what you're up to and take care of your crew. We've forgotten that, we think leadership only comes from some guy up there at the top. It's everybody's job. It's everybody's job to take care of their crew. … I think we forget that the four and five year old's are learning arithmetic. A little professor. The six year old's are getting speak and spell. You better look out, there's going to be a generation coming that will know how to spell. The seven year old's, of course, are learning BASIC, running the computers. I know one man that bought a computer and took it home, his son is teaching him BASIC. His son is seven. Of course I know another guy that took a computer home, now he has to apply to his three children for computer time. They're tremendously bright and they're out there, the brightest youngsters we have ever had. … And yet somewhere in the last 30 years we lost that word 'leadership.' We went overboard for management, partly under the influence of Mr. McNamara, partly under the business schools. We concentrated on this quarter's bottom line, this year's fitness report. We forgot to look ahead for the next five years for any enterprise, and we lost that concept of leadership. Loyalty up and loyalty down, it's the one thing those youngsters are looking for. You can't do it all by management. If I had a Marine standing here beside me, what he would say would be, 'When the going gets rough, you cannot manage a man into combat, you must lead him.' And I think he would further add, 'you manage things, you lead people.' We need to bring that back very badly, not only in the armed forces, but in all of government, throughout business and industry. It's the one thing that those youngsters are looking for - good, positive leadership." Capt. Grace Hopper (U.S. Navy) in 1982

Source from 31:28 to 36:50

#young people #grace hopper

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lucreziaq2001 · 1 year ago

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•TV show: "Criminal minds".

•Content warnings: A mother believing her daughter committed suicide for many years, the daughter losing her father when she was a toddler, the mother raising her all by herself after her husband's death, the girl dressing like a male and only spending time with boys as a child, the possibility of her being a lesbian, mentions of her death and the possibility of it being a murder, her not having many friends, the girl showing behavioral problems in high school and not being expelled only because her mom funded the school, the relationship between the mother, teen pregnancy (arriving as a happy thing for the girl and her boyfriend), the girl's mom raising her grandson after her daughter's death and her daughter not being as close as the one she had with her father and mentions of people who didn't like the girl.

•Some of the lines are almost the same that are in a scene of the "Cold case" episode this story is inspired by. I did modify them a bit, though. I didn't just copy and paste them.

•Tags: @lex13cm, @golden1u5t, @avis-writeshq, @chrrysgirl, @hugyourlungs, @achillmango, @marie-sworld, @iluvreid, @babygirl-garcia, @rynwritesreid, @strangermoonlove.

The bridge to Heaven

Chapter 3: A troubled girl

First thing after that meeting, also thanks to Matthew, who had told him where the woman was living, the next day, David took a plane to visit Elizabeth Prentiss, Emily's now 82-year-old mother, at Plush Mills Senior Living in Philadelphia, a complex of small apartments for seniors who could no longer live on their own.

There, they were cared for by nurses, but they could also still have some of the independence they had always been used to.

"Elizabeth Prentiss?" Dave called as he entered the common room of the complex, where a group of elderly people, three men and two women, were sitting around a table.

"It's me" a gray-haired, not very tall woman wearing a long black dress replied, standing up and walking towards him.

"I'm David Rossi, a former crime writer" the man introduced himself, then he almost immediately got to the point "I have a few questions to ask you about a murder".

"A murder?!?" Elizabeth exclaimed, clearly concerned "What happened?".

"I think it would be better to talk about it in private" David replied, and when she nodded, the two left the room together.

"I decided to look into your daughter's case" the man then explained to her "I know I'm not a policeman, but the only witness contacted me and gave me some new information on the subject".

"I don't understand. Why after all these years? And also, Emily committed suicide" Elizabeth retorted, obviously confused.

She too, like most people in 1963, had believed the police's statements about that case, and perhaps it had also been her pain that had prevented her from asking further questions about that matter.

"From what I know, Emily had a lot of problems. At least, that's what a former schoolmate of hers, the witness I just told you about, told me" David then tried to tell her, hoping Elizabeth would have told him useful to his investigation.

"Well, she lost her father when she was 3 years old and after his death, I raised her all by myself. I did my best, but Emily and I never had the same kind of relationship she used to have with her dad" the woman explained.

"Your daughter dressed and acted like a boy, right?" the writer then asked her.

As a response, Elizabeth nodded.

"Before my husband's death, and for some time even after it, she imitated everything he did. She dressed like a boy, she only hung out with boys even at school. But it was when she was 13 that the real problems began" she then explained to him.

"What kind of problems?" David then questioned.

"She didn't listen to her teachers, skipped school, fought with her classmates. She wasn't expelled from school just because I donated money to the institution every year in high school. Believe me, those years weren't easy, neither for me nor for her" Elizabeth said.

"Excuse these questions, but how far did Emily's unconventional behaviors go? Did your daughter prefer to be with other girls on a romantic level?" Dave ventured, praying that the woman wouldn't close up after questions like that about her daughter.

"Oh, no! She had a boyfriend, Ian Doyle. And in December of 1960, she got pregnant by him. Declan was born on September 4 of the next year and for Emily, that little boy was her greatest joy" Elizabeth replied, smiling for the first time since he had met her "My grandson is 42 years old now and I raised him after my daughter's death. He comes to visit me once a week".

"I see. And can you think of anyone who hated Emily, by any chance?" David then asked her.

"I must admit that she didn't have many friends. Only Derek Morgan, Spencer Reid, Penelope Garcia and Jennifer Jareau. And she also often had contact with Aaron Hotchner and Elle Greenaway at school, but those interactions were a lot less pleasant" Elizabeth responded, and after thanking her for all she had told him, Dave said goodbye to the woman and left.

Thanks to Elizabeth Prentiss, he now knew how to solve that case.

He had to look for the people Emily's mother had just spoken to him about.

He didn't really know why, but he strongly felt one of them would have been the key to solving this case.

Elizabeth, instead, has just been brought back by her mind to her first meeting with Aaron Hotchner.

It was something she would have much preferred to forget, but she knew that apparently insignificant moment would have never left her memories.

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bearcreekhq · 7 months ago

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MEET NICK

Full Name → Nicolás “Nick” Allen Duval

Age → 32

Birthday → December 24, 1991

Order & Type → second, solo

Gender & Pronouns → cis man, he/him

Sexuality → bisexual

Occupation → lawyer, senior associate & co-owner at Duval Law

THEIR STORY

Being obviously half-Mexican in small town Pennsylvania was one thing, but add in private schools, cotillion classes, and society events, and it was no wonder the whispers stayed with Nick all the way through high school – always “Nick,” never “Nicolás,” the Spanish spelling and pronunciation already enough to raise eyebrows. He struggled with anxiety and had trouble focusing, but he stubbornly refused to let his parents down, to bring their family under even more scrutiny. He learned to cope: breathing exercises, spreadsheets, carefully controlled study conditions, and a smile so bright no one would ever look too closely. It could have made him run, leaving Bearcreek permanently for the big city, but Nick decided he’d rather change the rules himself. A thousand tiny microaggressions from people who should have been his friends and peers lit a fire in him, and Nick decided the best use of his privilege was to fight back. He got into NYU early acceptance, and promptly majored in International Studies with a minor in Spanish, with an eye toward the LSATs and law school. A civil rights lawyer with the right education, right resources, and the right attitude could fight back against the system, and leave it better than when he started. Along with law school came a shiny new ADHD diagnosis – something which should have been obvious, but apparently went unnoticed until the pressures of an L1 course load threatened the careful coping mechanisms he’d developed over the years. Once he had a name for what he was dealing with and the proper medication and support structure, he doubled down, graduating law school with a contingent offer from a prestigious firm in Philadelphia and passing the bar on his first try. He cut his teeth on civil litigation, immigration and custody lawsuits, and worked his way up from junior associate to lead counsel. The pace was grueling, however, and Nick ended up back in Bearcreek just to avoid burnout, finally in a position to make a difference — he just had to figure out what that looked like. A call from an old friend gave Nick the opportunity he’d been looking for — the chance to make waves, and rebuild a formerly influential Bearcreek law firm into something that could make a difference. His name isn’t above the door yet, but if he can help salvage the client base and tarnished reputation, maybe he’ll be in a position to negotiate — and really shake things up, when push comes to shove. Due to his upbringing, Nick is stubborn, passionate, and knows how to turn on the charm — but he’s also a little bit goofy, with a dry, offbeat sense of humor and a tendency to tease the people he’s closest to. He’s wildly intelligent, something he inherited from his mother, but with some very specific blind spots that make him a bit oblivious at times: namely, he’s terrible at self-care, has a crippling coffee addiction, and occasionally gets so focused on what’s right in front of him that he misses social cues (Jury’s still out on whether his quirks are annoying or endearing.)

#bearcreekduval

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originalleftist · 27 days ago

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City Governments Are Coordinating Plans To Resist If Trump Wins And Fulfils His Promise To Deploy Troops Against Their Cities:

I don't care for the Guardian these days, they've had some very questionable takes, but people need to understand this.

LOCAL GOVERNMENTS IN THE US ARE PREPARING TO RESIST IF TRUMP DEPLOYS THE MILITARY TO TAKE OVER THEIR CITIES AND ROUND UP THEIR PEOPLE.

Though some will undoubtedly feel otherwise, this is not hyperbole nor panic, nor is it treasonous. It is, unfortunately, a measured and necessary response to what the Republican nominee has campaigned on doing. Better to have contingency plans and not need them, than need them and not have them.

They're also not talking about violent resistance, probably for obvious reasons, and I imagine that the initial attempts to resist would be administrative or through the courts or legislatures. I also expect, however, that Trump would respond to any such defiance with escalating force. And the comments by Philadelphia DA Krasner seem to hint at an awareness of where this could ultimately end.

"Krasner predicted that Trump would face severe blowback if he tried to carry out any of his menaces. "We're not going to let somebody carry out a coup as soon as he's in office, whether with tanks or on paper. My father served in World War Two, and countless Americans died to resist fascism. If anybody tries to orchestrate a coup they're going to encounter tremendous resistance."'

In a horrible way, I find it reassuring that they talking about this, that they are taking this seriously, that they're making plans now, rather than just hoping that everything will work out. Because once troops are being deployed on streets, it'll be far too late to plan. At least we won't be caught flat-footed. This is noting less than their duty- as local government to protect their constituents, and as Americans to defend the Constitution.

But it's shocking that we're here, and this could be unimaginably horrific.

Far, far better to stop him now, in November. While we still can.

It is also past time for Unions to be making general strike plans in the event of a coup/attempted dictatorship. A number of unions made such plans in the event of a coup in 2020, but they thankfully never needed to be used. If you're in a union, see what you can do to push things in this direction, if your union isn't already preparing for it.

And if you're in the military, I hope that you are thinking hard about how far you are prepared to follow orders, what risks you are willing to take to defend our Constitution not just against external enemies, but internal ones, and where your loyalty truly lies.

PS: Any Tankies/Marxists/Anarchists reading this who are giddy at the prospect of finally getting your Revolution if Trump wins- You may think that civil war is all games or theory, or you may truly believe that it'll be worth it to lead to whatever better society you imagine, or maybe you just hate the world and want it to burn to the ground. But the reality is that if Trump becomes President, millions of people-mainly marginalized, vulnerable people, not the rich and powerful-could die horribly. To say nothing of the very real possibility that your side could LOSE. Or that we'll be basically burning the country instead of working on addressing climate change.

Let this be our wakeup call. Stop it now. Please.

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From Here to Eternity

Chapter Twelve: Let Me Love You...

Pairing: Eddie Munson x f!reader

Warning(s): sweet & caring Eddie, goofy Eddie, Eddie pretending to be a dog (not seriously), Eddie being compared to a dog, Shakespearean comparisons, Steve having feelings, tension with Steve, Dustin being very confused about said tension with Steve, a possible relationship altering revelation...

Series Summary: You’ve just moved to Hawkins from Philadelphia in the middle of your last semester of senior year. On your first day, you end up enthralled by the freak of Hawkins High School…

Chapter Summary: Now that you’d managed to make it through the night without alerting Dustin to Eddie’s presence in your room, you still had to keep him blissfully unaware until you could get both of you ready for the day... but what’s gonna happen when Steve unexpectedly shows up?

☆Previous Chapter☆ |☆Bonus Chapter☆**| ☆Next Chapter☆

The sharp beeping of the alarm from Eddie's watch cut through the quiet early morning peace of your bedroom and had you blindly swatting lightly at your boyfriend's wrist in a sleepy attempt to silence the sound. You couldn't help but smile when you felt his hand clasp yours and bring the back of it to his lips as the incessant beeping finally ceased. "You've gotta stop swatting at me, princess-" Eddie chuckled playfully as his lips pressed kisses against the skin of your hand- "that's assault, you know."

"Uh uh," you mumbled as you stretched leisurely before wrapping your arms around his neck as he wrapped his around your waist to pull your bodies closer together. "A one... one-handed slap that leaves no injury isn't enough to constitute assault- I learned that yesterday," you explained sleepily as you leaned forward to brush your lips softly against his in a gentle and loving kiss, "mmmmm... good morning.... I love you."

"I woke up with you in my arms this morning, baby, it's so much better than just a 'good' morning aaaaand I love you too, princess," Eddie quietly proclaimed with full sincerity before welcoming your kiss as his thumbs rubbed gentle circles along the sleep warmed skin of your back. "Oh, that's right-" Eddie grinned after accepting the subsequent quick pecks you bestowed upon him before you got up to gather his discarded clothes from your floor and pick out your own for the day as he laid back to watch you; clasping his hands together behind his head so he could rest against them on the pillows- "I almost forgot; my girl is a total badass who'll defend my honor from the villainous acts of scoundrels like Jason Carver."

"You're damn right I am," you quipped, tossing his clothes from yesterday unceremoniously into his lap as you wrapped your robe around yourself and laid your chosen clothes out on your bureau. Walking over to your bedroom door, you made sure Eddie had at least gotten up and pulled his pants on before you unlocked the door and peeked out into the hallway. Finding it, blessedly, empty, you hurried over to Eddie and threaded your fingers through his. "Come on, we've gotta hurry before Dustin wakes up," you whispered, tugging him behind you as you dashed out of your room, across the hallway, and into the bathroom. Quickly shutting the door behind you, you made absolutely certain to lock it before you set about getting a spare toothbrush for Eddie to use.

The two of you had only managed to brush your teeth before you heard a hesitant knocking at the bathroom door. "Hey, Kira? You... you almost done in there?" Dustin asked voice still heavy with sleep.

Turning on the shower as fast as you could, you called back through the door, "I actually just got in the shower, Fizz! I'll... I'll come get you when the bathroom's free, just... just wait in your room ‘til then, 'kay?"

"M'kay," he mumbled in response, and you pressed your ear against the door to listen for his shuffling steps back to his room and the sound of him closing his bedroom door before letting out a sigh of relief.

Turning around to let Eddie know the coast was clear, you barely managed to bite back your surprised giggle when you found him curiously popping open various soaps, lotions, and scents, sniffing each one thoughtfully. You watched as he made his way down the line of products until he found one that made him do a double take. "You wanna smell like... kiwi lime kiss, babe?" you teased quietly as you walked up to wrap one arm around his waist and reach out with the other to turn the bottle in his grasp to face you so you could read the label.

"Actually, yeah, I think I do-" he grinned and turned towards you to burrow his nose into your neck and sniff at you obnoxiously- "it's clearly the one you use, princess, and I wanna smell like you all... day... long..."

"Eddie!" you gasped and giggled as quietly as you could manage with his curls tickling you as he nuzzled his face against your neck and punctuated his last three words with soft kisses along the column of your throat.

"Princess!" Eddie teased, pressing a quick final kiss to your neck before he pulled back to start stripping down. "Come on, let's get washed up." Eddie climbed into the tub before you and held his hand out to help you in once you'd undressed.

Doing your best to stay as quiet as possible, neither of you were entirely successful once you grabbed a bottle of conditioner and squeezed a dollop into your hand before reaching out towards Eddie’s hair. "Uh, princess? Just hold on a second there, baby... what're you doing? What is that? What're you putting in my hair-ooooh…" he all but squeaked out in fear, but it turned into a garbled moan when you scratched your nails gently along his scalp.

"It's conditioner, baby-" you whispered into his ear, biting back your laughter at his reaction as you carefully worked the product through his unruly curls- "it'll help keep your curls nice and soft and not so frizzy."

"Mmmm-" he practically purred, melting into your touch until your words finally registered in his head- "wait, frizzy? You think my hair is frizzy, princess?" Turning towards you, he gave you the saddest little pout as you quickly guided his head away from the stream of water to let the conditioner soak in.

"Frizzy isn't bad, Eddie, but the conditioner will help make your curls smoother," you soothed your boyfriend's ruffled feelings gently, maneuvering yourself so that you could finally wash the soap from your body. "Just trust me on this, okay?"

"It's not a matter of trust, baby-" he argued, pulling an errant curl in front of his face to get a look at what you'd put on it- "you just insulted the Munson curls. Think of how upset Wayne will be when he finds out! That kind of slander demands action, princess," Eddie insisted, lifting his hands to rest on either side of your hips ominously before he began to tickle your sides.

"Nooooo, stop it, Eddie! I didn't insult them!" you argued right back between giggles, turning around again in his hold to shuffle Eddie back under the spray of water once more.

"Hey!" he sputtered out indignantly when you turned the temperature too cold for a brief second before setting it back to warm as you urged his head back under the spray of water and combed your fingers through his hair to make sure all the conditioner was washed away.

"Hey nothing! You said I insulted your curls when I absolutely did not and then you tickled me, and you threatened to tell Wayne! You totally deserved that," you insisted with one final gentle scratch to his scalp. "Besides, if anything, I'm helping you finally do them justice," you reasoned as you turned off the water. Stepping carefully out of the tub, you grabbed two extra towels from the closet along with Eddie's discarded pants and passed them to him before grabbing your towel from the hook on the wall and quickly dried off before wrapping your robe around yourself again. Quietly unlocking the bathroom door, you peeked out into the hallway to make sure it was still empty. "Okay, the coast is clear."

Threading your fingers through Eddie's, you tugged him back across the hall and into your bedroom before warning him to stay in your room. "I'm gonna grab us some pop tarts from the kitchen real quick. Please just... sit... and stay," you pleaded, barely managing to contain your giggle when he raised his eyebrows at you as he sat down on the edge of your squeaky bed.

"Seriously, baby? I'm not a dog," he chuckled as he tucked the end of his towel around his waist and started to rub the other towel violently over his hair before you grabbed it from him and tossed it onto your bureau right next to the clothes you’d set out earlier. "Uh, princess, can I have that towel back? I've gotta dry my hair."

"You’re gonna make your hair all frizzy if you dry it like that and all that about the conditioner would have been for nothing. Besides, it's better for your curls if you air dry them," you explained before shutting your door carefully behind you. Tiptoeing into the kitchen, you quickly grabbed two pop tart packets and shoved them into your pocket before making your way back towards Dustin's room. Knocking on the door, you called out just loud enough for him to hear, "Fizz? The bathroom's free."

When you didn't hear any movement from the other side of the door after waiting a few minutes, you tried to turn the doorknob and found the door to be unlocked. Opening it slowly, your heart swelled with love and your eyes filled with tears when you saw your brother fast asleep in the middle of his bed and curled up around the well-loved bunny stuffie you'd given him on his fifth birthday. Quietly waking over to his bed, you carefully sat down next to him and gently brushed some of his sleep ruffled curls away from his forehead. "Hey sleepy head, it’s time to get up."

Slowly blinking his eyes open, Dustin yawned before smiling sleepily up at you, "bathroom finally free?"

"Uh huh, it's all yours Fizz," you assured him and eagerly accepted the hug he gave you as you pressed a kiss to his sleep warmed forehead before you both got to your feet. Entering the hallway, you made certain to wait to open your bedroom door until Dustin had shut himself inside the bathroom.

Slipping back into your bedroom, you couldn't help but smile when you found your boyfriend behaving just like a good little puppy; having remained seated exactly where you'd left him. "Aww, good boy, Eddie!" you cooed playfully.

"Do I get anything for being such a good boy for you? Like... you gonna rub my belly, baby?" Eddie smirked at you as he leaned back on your bed, letting his towel hang enticingly low on his hips.

"Uh uh, not while Dusty is awake, babe... but... how about a good brushing?" you offered, fully aware that wasn't what he'd meant as you stepped over to your bureau to pick up the discarded towel and your detangling comb before holding it out for Eddie to see. Eddie's responding pout quickly morphed into a teasing smirk as he slid down onto his hands and knees on the floor and pretended to wag an imaginary tail as he head butted your thigh when you walked over to him. "Eddie!" you giggled his name out in surprise as he tried to nose his way under your robe.

Holding the garment closed with the hand holding the towel and your brush, you used the other to push his head away from where he'd managed to part the fabric and was steadily kissing his way upwards from your knee. "Oh my god, you're so bad!" you laughed as you stepped away from him and sat down on the edge of your bed. "Alright, come on; let me brush your hair pretty boy." You didn't miss the tinge of pink that bloomed on the apples of his cheeks at your comment, but you refrained from commenting on it in favor of carefully drying his hair before you set about detangling his curls and letting your mind wander.

It wasn't lost on you just how bashful your usually ostentatious boyfriend became any time you referred to him by a pet name or praised him. In a way, he really did remind you of a puppy; a pound puppy – a sweet little pup to which life had unfairly dealt a difficult and almost tragic hand. He was full of bravado and just enough eccentricities to make people keep their distance; but it was all just a self-preservation tactic. Deep inside, he craved to love and to be loved...

"Princess? Still with me?"

Eddie's voice pulled you from your musings as you felt the warmth of his palm sliding up and down your calf. Apparently while your thoughts had been spinning, he'd turned to face you and you couldn't help but lean down to capture his lips in a sweet kiss at his display of concern for you.

"Not that I'm complaining, but what was that for, baby?" Eddie asked when you broke the kiss, eyes searching your face for any signs of what had been going through your head.

"I... I just love you," you answered honestly and knew immediately it was the right response when a bashful smile bloomed on his quickly reddening face and he leaned forward to capture your lips in another kiss.

"I just love you too," he murmured against your mouth.

The sound of the bathroom door creaking open dumped a cold splash of reality over your bedroom and you and Eddie practically leapt apart to start really getting ready for the day; knowing that both Eddie and his van had to disappear before Dustin was done his morning routine. Pulling the pop tarts out of your pocket, you passed a packet to Eddie before ripping open your own as you set about getting yourself dressed.

With the looming threat of an unexpected appearance from Dustin hovering over both of you forcing you to move as quickly as possible, it wasn’t long before you were carefully tugging open your bedroom window so Eddie could climb back out. Tossing both his leather jacket and his battle jacket out the open window and onto the front lawn, Eddie cautiously climbed out of your bedroom. Both of you cringed slightly when his handcuff belt buckle scrapped loudly against the window ledge; but after a tense moment of waiting to see if you’d been caught, he finally managed to set both feet on the grass.

“Princess-“ Eddie smirked as he pulled on his jackets and turned around to face you- “I think we did it.”

Biting your lip as you looked back into your room to make sure you didn’t hear anything from the hallway, you were unable to suppress your excited giggle when you turned back around towards your boyfriend, “yeah, I guess we did.”

Taking a step closer, Eddie reached up to cup his hand around your cheek and gently brush his thumb along your cheekbone. “You know… this kinda reminds me of some Shakespearean shit right now.”

“Seriously?” you chuckled out, subconsciously nuzzling your cheek into Eddie’s hand, “just… how? How can any of this possibly remind you of Shakespeare?”

“I mean… I’m at your windowsill… we’re in love… and, like, your best friend’s guy is kinda like my sworn enemy…. so, it’s a little forbidden… it’s a little like Romeo and Juliet,” he explained, letting his hand fall away from your face as he scuffed the toe of his Reebok nervously against the ground. “Right?”

Leaning forward, you gently pressed your lips to Eddie’s in a soft kiss before whispering against them, “okay, yeah, it’s a little like Romeo and Juliet… but promise me you won’t go doing something stupid and get yourself killed, my Romeo.”

You could feel Eddie’s smile grow against your lips, “I promise, my Juliet, but only if you promise me, you won’t ever make me live without you.”

Pulling back far enough to look him in the eyes, you reached up to cup your hand around his cheek, “I promise.”

Leaning forward for another kiss, you froze when you heard the sound of gravel under tires swiftly approaching. Looking over Eddie’s shoulder, you felt your stomach churn uneasily as you watched Steve’s car pull into the Henderson’s driveway. “Shit… Eddie… baby, you’ve gotta go… like right now.”

“What? Why?” Eddie furrowed his brow at your sudden change in demeanor, turning to look around until his eyes laid on Steve who was in the process of getting out of his car. “Harrington.”

“Eddie, please… I’ll see you in first period… just, please… please go…just for now,” you pleaded.

With a huff, Eddie tore his eyes away from Steve, who had fully exited his vehicle and was now leaning back against it as he stared at you and Eddie with an indiscernible expression. “I love you, princess,” he vowed, kissing you quickly before talking off in the direction of his van.

“God damnit,” you cursed under your breath as you hastily shut your window. Picking up your sweater and backpack, you darted out of the house to confront Steve before Dustin could get to him. “Steve, what are you doing here?” you asked, slightly out of breath as you exited the house, making certain to shut the door behind you.

“Good morning to you too, princess,” Steve huffed.

“Don’t… don’t call me that-“ you warned, feeling a flare up of anger that he’d used one of Eddie’s endearments for you, but you did your best to force it back down- “and good morning… now will you answer my question?”

“Really, sweetheart? Don’t try to act like I’m the guy who wasn’t supposed to be here this morning,” Steve chided you, inclining his head towards your bedroom window.

“Keep your voice down,” you whisper-hissed, stepping closer to him to take a hold of his arm and lead him further away from the house. “I’m serious. Why are you here? I have my own car, Steve. I don’t need you to drive me to school, and Dustin doesn’t need you either while I’m around,” you tossed over your shoulder until you were far enough away, missing the look of hurt that crossed Steve’s face when you said neither of you needed him.

“Dustin’s the one who asked me to be here,” he finally answered you, looking pointedly down at where your hand was still gripping his bicep. “I answered your question, so you gonna let me go now?” You dropped your hand from his arm immediately. “Wow, you’d think touching me burned you or something,” he mused with a chuckle, but there was no mirth to be found in his voice.

“N-no, it’s not that… you just…” you began to stumble over your words but stopped before you lost focus. Shaking your head, you started questioning him again, “don’t deflect, Steve. When did Dustin ask you to come pick him up?”

“Last night, while I was driving both of you home because your new boyfriend got detention and couldn’t-“ he spit as he crossed his arms in front of his chest- “you were right there when he did it.”

“Well forgive me for missing one freaking thing, I was a little preoccupied when you drove us home last night, Steve,” you defended yourself.

“Yeah, sweetheart, I gathered as much,” he said bitterly. “Jesus, your whole world just revolves around him now, doesn’t it?”

“What? No!” you replied hastily, mind spinning as you tried to figure out where all Steve’s sudden hostility was coming from.

“Could’ve fooled me,” he mockingly echoed your words to him from the previous night.

“Seriously?” you asked incredulously. “What happened to you trying to not be a jerk about Eddie? I mean, what is your problem, Steve?”

“Just forget it, it doesn’t matter…” he sighed, unfolding his arms to run an exasperated hand through his hair as you saw some of the wind leave his sails.

“’Just forget it?’ No, you don’t get to just-“ you started to argue, but Dustin’s voice had both you and Steve turning back towards the house.

“Hey Steve!” Dustin called brightly as he exited the house until he took in the two of you; Steve with his hair disheveled, hands resting on his hips in frustration and you, body inclined towards Steve with your hand out, ready to jab your index finger into his shoulder. “Uh… is… everything okay?” Dustin asked, brow furrowed.

Both of you were quick to readjust yourselves and plaster on smiles as you made your way back to Steve’s car. “Of course, Fizz, everything’s just fine! Stevie-“ you could see Steve flinch out of the corner of your eye, and you fought to suppress your petty grin of satisfaction- “was just reminding me that you asked him to pick us up this morning. After everything that happened yesterday, I completely forgot… since, you know, I usually just drive us, I wasn’t expecting to see him.”

“Well yeah, but remember? My mom said she was gonna need your car today, ‘cause she’s gonna try to get your mom to go out of the house,” Dustin explained, and you could vaguely remember something to that effect having been discussed during Sunday night’s dinner. “And I figured you’d wanna spend some time with Eddie after school since you didn’t get to yesterday, so if Steve drove us you wouldn’t have to worry about dropping me off,” Dustin added innocently, and you brought your heel down on Steve’s foot to keep him from making a comment when you saw his lips part out of the corner of your eye.

“You’re right on both counts, Fizz, I do want to spend some time with Eddie since I didn’t get to yesterday-” you turned to toss a glare at Steve before you walked over to where Dustin was standing near Steve’s car- “and now that you mention it, I do remember your mom saying she’d need my car.” You playfully ruffled his curls before you tugged open the door to Steve’s car, tossed your bag onto the empty back seat, and got in; slamming the door shut unnecessarily hard as you willed yourself to calm down.

“Actually-“ Steve began, and you felt your stomach flip in fear that Steve was about to blow your cover, but instead he just shook his head as he got into the car and motioned for Dustin to do the same- “never mind. We’re fine... everything’s… fine. Let’s just get you to school.”

The tension in Steve’s car as he drove both of you to school was suffocating, and you knew Dustin felt it too. When Steve pulled in front of the entrance to Hawkins High, Dustin manually pulled open the door lock and left his lunchbox on the floor of the passenger’s seat in his haste to get away from the car.

The sound of Steve pressing the unlock button echoed around the car in the resulting silence. “You should go… you don’t want to be late.” His voice was completely hollow, and you could see him staring pointedly ahead from his reflection in the rear view mirror. You’d spent the entire drive to school wracking your brain for any reason why Steve, one of your best friends, was acting so cruelly towards you and then all at once it dawned on you… what if he had feelings for you?

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fletcher-bailey · 6 months ago

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Full Name: Fletcher Owen Bailey

Nicknames: Fletch

Pronouns and Gender: He/Him, Cis Male

Age and Birthday: 32 years old, March 23rd

Birth place: Blooming Glen, PA, grew up in Philadelphia

Sexuality: Biromantic Bisexual

Status: Taken (npc named Cynthia)

Occupation: Server at All Nighter Diner

Education: High School Diploma

Residence: Seabrook

Time in Aurora Bay: 3+ years

Family: Owen Bailey (father), Erica Bailey (mother), Hunter Bailey, Max Bailey, Joshua Bailey (older brothers), Oliver Bailey (his son)

Face claim: Logan Lerman

(teenage pregnancy, abortion mention, loveless marriage, unhealthy family dynamics)

HISTORY —

Fletcher had been the fourth son born to a couple in Blooming Glen, Pennsylvania. With a seven year gap between Fletcher and the last born boy it led to him being excluded from older activities as well as taunted by the two middle sons just all for the fun of it.

His only solace was his eldest brother who had matured faster than the other two, and his mother. And oh, Fletcher most loved his mother, who was soft and tender and was the only one who would focus on him when he tried to talk at the dinner table. He did his best to linger behind to help clean up after meals and stick by her side because she made him feel known. Every day his father had to come look for him to try and put him to work around the farm.

Now his father wasn’t a kind man. Not to him nor to his mother. Never was domestic violence an issue in the household, but even at as young as five years old Fletcher understood an absence of love in their marriage. His mother was a quiet and timid woman so looking back it made sense why she stuck around, but then he’d always wondered and he’d wonder more so when he got the brunt of his father’s nasty side brought out by his habitual drinking.

(One of his brother’s would say it had been because Fletch had been the son of the milk man. The other would insist he’d been dropped off in a FEDEX package. He never understood either at that age.)

It was when he turned twelve that he decided he was fed up with how things worked in his house. He packed his duffel bag and walked off the farm to never look back, finding a bus stop and taking on to Philadelphia. His father lividly reminded him their house didn’t have a revolving door despite his mother’s pleading to get him to come home. As much as Fletcher missed her, he had no intention of returning ever.

In Philadelphia, Fletcher’s aunt of his had a spare bedroom - his mother had contacted her sister to ensure he had a roof over his head. Fletcher always knew even if it wasn’t said that she was doing her best to keep him taken care of, and he had a good relationship with his aunt anyway. This opportunity granted him the chance to build life in a busier city, immerse himself in public schooling, and to finally seek out his purpose.

Fletcher wasn’t a star student with a low G.P.A., struggling with Cs and Ds (his only A being his phys. ed. class), which left him unqualified to join any after school sports. Instead, he spent most of his time sitting on the floor of a local bookstore reading comic books. Socially withdrawn, it took almost a full school year until he made his first friend that introduced him into a bigger circle.

Fletcher found he adored each and every one of them, hanging onto every detail of the stories they told and admiring the caliber of life they all experienced. Aside from that they also brought adventure into his life in the form of spontaneous late-night drives, getting drunk on hiking trails outside of the city, and eating their weight’s worth in fast food after midnight. It was all simple, but it was more than he got to be involved in while in Blooming Glen.

In that time, Fletcher had also met his high school sweetheart. He may have been only sixteen, but he was sure he found The One. The unraveled around their senior year, when they were both eighteen and a positive pregnancy test brought two very different reactions from them. Fletch, wanting to keep the baby, and his partner wanting freedom in her future. Her decision to go through with a medical abortion clashed with his excitement turned disappointment, and it created an irreparable rift. They didn’t last long after graduation.

Fletcher aimed for community college, but that lasted about a year before he dropped. He lost his drive and immersed himself in the same late nights filled with drunken antics that he indulged in while in high school. At twenty, he saved up enough money to get a snug studio apartment outside of West Philadelphia. He sought employment at the nearest tavern and started as a dishwasher, then moved up to bartender within the year.

With no goal in mind, Fletcher stuck it out there. It wasn’t all that fulfilling, but the money was good enough. The restlessness inside of him had to be ignored when responsibility was needed to keep off the streets. Fletcher just found value in his friendships and the experiences shared with them for the time-being.

When Fletcher was twenty-five, met a girl on one of his shifts, she swept him up into a whirlwind of a romance. She reminded him of his high school sweetheart a bit, and in many ways she was different. In those ways, it was exciting and new, and they moved fast. A little too fast, to those on the outside, and just like candles that burn too bright at the start, they burnt out fast.

The thing was, a couple of months after the break-up, Fletch was hit with the news of her pregnancy. With the choice up to her, Fletcher knew that should she keep it, he would be involved in some way. The thing was, when the baby was born - a son, he'd been delighted - he became very involved, very quickly.

She wanted nothing to do with being a mother, admitted to being pressured by her parents to keep it, and with the baby in her arms came the realization that she didn't want to do it. The moment adoption was brought up, Fletcher instantly threw out the suggestion of giving him full custody, and lo and behold, that's how Oliver became a very prominent part of his life.

There had been no regrets with the decision, Fletcher fashioned a life around being a father, and when he was twenty-eight, he moved out to California. Philadelphia was dangerous, and he figured a fresh start while Oliver was young enough would make it easy for him to acclimate to the West Coast. He settled in Aurora Bay - a safe, small town - and after a brief stretch of time at the local Sweet Nothings Bakery, he started a job at the Four Leaf as a bartender until the conflict of schedule with Cynthia’s absence made it difficult in regard to Oliver’s school schedule. He’s more recently, in the last three months, started a job at the diner.

TRAITS.

+ observant, intuitive

+/- down-to-earth, passive

- melancholic, insecure

HEADCANONS.

✧ Fletcher does know how to ride a horse, and he knows basic homesteading. Very very basic, as he’d been young when he dipped out on the cattle farm. I.e. canning, making dummy pickles, growing a small herb garden over the back of his kitchen sink. ✧ One of his favorite places to visit in Philadelphia was the Mutter Museum. ✧ Fletcher is a very enthusiastic Philadelphia Flyers fan, and he loves Gritty — as can be seen in the various bits of Gritty apparel in his closet, the coffee mug in the cabinet, and the sticker on the back of his car. ✧ Fletcher is allergic to strawberries. ✧ He will only drink Fiji water. No Smart water, no Dasani, no Poland Springs or Deer Park. None of it. He wants Fiji. ✧ He’s terrified of spider crickets (or camel crickets, whichever is the name you know them by). ✧ His son is from a relationship prior to his current girlfriend, and he is six years old. He has full custody, not for any reason other than his ex-girlfriend deciding that she didn't want to be a mother. ✧ Says water like 'wooder', as one example of his a typical Philadelphia accent. ✧ He met Cynthia in California. They were together here on the west coast, but she had to return to New York for work for a while, and they decided long distance is feasible as there will be an end to her time there. That, and he can travel and lives returning to the East Coast from time to time. ✧ Fletch initially worked at Sweet Nothing's when he arrived until he could get himself more established. After seven months, he then sought employment at the Four Leaf for better pay until there were schedule conflicts. He now works at the All Nighter solely due to Cynthia temporary returning to New York as having a kid with a night job schedule was difficult, and the diner allowed more flexibility.

CONNECTIONS.

Fletcher is not open for any new romantic connections currently being he is in a long-distance relationship. He can use friends from the last several years, if anyone wants a negative connect please hmu. Neighbors in Seabrook, regulars at the Four Leaf, and even old regulars he'd met when he previously worked at the bakery.

♡ @shilohsharma - neighbor on one side, emergency fill in babysitter when fletch is in a pinch.

♡ @leomlarson - one of fletch's first friends when he moved to aurora bay, earned the honorary title of 'uncle leo' from oliver.

♡ @santiagodeleons - previous boss, a man fletch holds a deep respect and appreciation for.

♡ @noralevin - ex-coworker, entertainer of oliver when fletch had to bring him into work.

♡ @laureljacobs - neighbor on the other side, often a target to fletcher's incessant small talk.

♡ @greengideon - current boss, more tbd.

♡ @priyaxdesai - coworker at the diner, more tbd.

♡ @tabithaxking - coworker at the diner, more tbd.

♡ @xxx - xxx.

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reasoningdaily · 8 months ago

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‘We’re hemorrhaging money’: US health clinics try to stay open after unprecedented cyberattack

For more than two weeks, a cyberattack has disrupted business at health care providers across the United States, forcing small clinics to scramble to stay in business and exposing the fragility of the billing system that underpins American health care.

“We’re hemorrhaging money,” said Catherine Reinheimer, practice manager at the Foot and Ankle Specialty Center in the suburbs of Philadelphia. “This will probably be the last week that we can keep everybody on full-time without having to do something,” she told CNN. The center is considering taking out a loan to keep the lights on.

The cyberattack disrupted the computer networks of Change Healthcare, which serves thousands of hospitals, insurers and pharmacies nationwide. It prevented some insurance payments on prescription drugs from processing, leaving many care providers footing the bill up front and hoping to get reimbursed.

Change Healthcare, part of UnitedHealth, is one of handful of companies that make up the central nervous system of the US health care market. Its services allow doctors to look up patients’ insurance, pharmacies to process prescriptions, and health clinics to submit claims so they can get paid.

Health care groups have pleaded with the Department of Health and Human Services (HHS) to offer medical practices a financial lifeline. The department on Tuesday said it was taking extraordinary steps to help get claims processed, but some care providers say it’s not nearly enough.

Mel Davies, chief financial officer of Oregon Oncology Specialists, told CNN she is worried that the private clinic that treats 16,000 cancer patients annually could be forced to close if she doesn’t get financial relief soon.

Cash flow has dropped by 50% in the two weeks since the cyberattack, she said. “The magnitude of this is off the charts for us.”

On Thursday night, half a month since the saga began, Change Healthcare announced plans to have its electronic payment platform back online by March 15 and its network for submitting claims restored the following week.

But the financial wreckage caused by the cyberattack will take a lot longer to clean up, health providers and analysts say.

“The prospect of a month or more without a restored Change Healthcare claims system emphasizes the critical need for economic assistance to physicians, including advancing funds to financially stressed medical practices,” Jesse Ehrenfeld, president of the American Medical Association, said in a statement Friday.

Reinheimer, who works at the foot treatment center, said Change Healthcare’s plan to bringing systems back online was a “light at the end of the tunnel … However, it doesn’t solve the immediate issue, which is lack of money today, tomorrow and next week.”

The chaos caused by the cyberattack is prompting a reckoning for senior US cybersecurity officials about the vulnerabilities in hugely important companies that underpin the health care system.

The Change Healthcare hack “is an evolution beyond” other ransomware attacks on individual hospitals “that shows the entire system is a house of cards,” a senior US cybersecurity official told CNN.

Health care executives have been sounding the alarm for several days that the cyberattack is causing severe financial strain on the sector.

The Medical Group Management Association, which represents 15,000 medical practices, has warned of the “devastating” financial fallout from the hack and of “significant cash flow problems” facing doctors. The ransomware attack has “had a severe ongoing impact on cancer practices and their patients,” the nonprofit Community Oncology Alliance said this week.

A week ago, Change Healthcare announced plans for a temporary loan program to get money flowing to health care providers affected by the outage.

But Richard Pollack, head of the American Hospital Association representing thousands of hospitals nationwide, slammed the proposal as “not even a Band-Aid on the payment problems.”

The cyberattack could end up costing Change Healthcare billions of dollars in lost revenue and clients, said Carter Groome, chief executive of cybersecurity firm First Health Advisory.

“This is a huge, huge moneymaker being essentially the middleman or the intermediary between the insurance companies,” Groome told CNN.

Change Healthcare has blamed the hack on a multinational ransomware gang called ALPHV or BlackCat that the Justice Department says has been responsible for ransomware attacks on victims around the world.

A hacker affiliated with ALPHV this week claimed that the company had paid a $22 million ransom to try to recover data stolen in the hack. Tyler Mason, a spokesperson for Change Healthcare, declined to comment when asked if the company had paid off the hackers.

Private experts who track cryptocurrency payments said the hacking group had received a $22 million payment, but it was unclear who made the payment. “A cryptocurrency account associated with ALPHV received a $22 million payment [on March 1],” Ari Redbord, global head of policy at blockchain-tracing firm TRM Labs, told CNN.

For Joshua Corman, a cybersecurity expert who has focused on the health sector for years, the Change Healthcare cyberattack is clear evidence that the US health sector is not as resilient as it needs to be in a crisis.

Acquisitions that have merged multibillion-dollar healthcare companies have accentuated the problem so that “a single point of failure can have outsized, cascading reach and consequences,” said Corman, who helped lead a federal taskforce to protect coronavirus research from hacking.

If federal officials “don’t identify the systemically important entities proactively, our adversaries will continue to do it for us … while we burn,” he told CNN.

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newbeginningshc · 2 months ago

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neighborlyhomecarepa · 2 years ago

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Providing Palliative Care to Elder Patients

Palliative care is a form of healthcare that focuses on relieving pain and other symptoms and improving the quality of life for patients with serious illnesses. It is used for people near the end of life or with a life-limiting condition. Palliative care can be provided at any stage of severe disease. In addition, it can improve the quality of life for patients and their families.

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In most cases, palliative care is provided simultaneously asa curative treatment for cancer or other serious diseases. It can be provided in a hospital or outpatient setting. In some instances, it may be appropriate for patients to receive palliative care at home with the help of a home care agency in Pennsylvania.

Elderly patients are more likely than younger ones to require palliative care because they tend to have more severe health issues than younger adults do; they may also have difficulty communicating their needs or understanding what's happening to them.

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idaclarke · 2 years ago

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{ MAIKA MONROE, 23, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER } Is that IDA CLARKE? A SENIOR originally from SEVIERVILLE TN, they decided to come to Ogden College to study ANTHROPOLOGY & RELIGIOUS STUDIES on a ACADEMIC SCHOLARSHIP. They’re THE SIREN on campus, but even they could get blamed for Greer’s disappearance.

hung my cotton dress on rested wire...

NAME: ida may clarke NICKNAME: a few of her siblings call her everything by using ‘ida’ to describe her (ida crook, ida stupid etc), her meemaw calls her trouble BIRTHDAY: april 3, 2001 ZODIAC: aries sun, taurus moon, aquarius rising SEXUALITY: no label (pansexual) RELIGION: christian (pentecostal) THREE POSITIVE TRAITS: charming, adventurous, decisive THREE NEGATIVE TRAITS: judgmental, cruel, dishonest THREE SKILLS: skilled hunter, can pick a lock, petty theft ENNEAGRAM: 4w5 MYERS-BRIGGS: enfj EXTRACURRICULARS: senior class board, debate team, president of tri-delta, acapella group, feminists at ogden

AESTHETIC: beat up cowgirl boots, too short slip dresses, glossy lips, messy braids, diet cheerwine cans, overalls, glittery eyelids, smudged mascara, running water, creaking wooden floors, faded home-made blankets

CHARACTER INSPO: jennifer check (jennifer’s body), tyra collette (friday night lights), ramona vega (hustlers), alison dilaurentis (pretty little liars), audrey horne (twin peaks), irina (boy parts), rebekah mikaelson (the vampire diaries), queen ravenna (snow white),

LIKES: cherry lollipops, warm summer afternoons, gossip, running through the woods, deep kisses, annotated books, wool socks, black nail polish, biscuits and gravy, dolly parton, knitting DISLIKES: rude comments, dishonesty, running out of perfume, early mornings, mosquitos, cold weather, off-brand dr. pepper, vegan substitutes, people who dislike country music

FAVORITE MOVIES/TV: fleabag, the oa, it’s always sunny in philadelphia, the l word, coraline, how to get away with murder, midsommer, yellowstone, pearl, suspira, the little hours FAVORITE BOOKS: wuthering heights, history of madness, circe, ninth house, s., boy parts, bunny, if we were villains, a secret history of witches, a certain hunger FAVORITE ARTISTS: ethel cain, the 1975, miranda lambert, dolly parton, the chicks, hozier, florence + the machine, paris paloma, chapell roan

FAMILY: maternal meemaw - jolene phillips (patricia clarkson) mother - mary-anne clarke (charlize theron) father - david clarke (billy burke) sisters - doris hutchinson (teresa palmer), maureen cardin (carlson young), ethel clarke (lily-rose depp), jana clarke (freya allen) brothers - levi clarke (george mackay), calvin clarke (will poulter), beau clarke (skyler gisondo), john clarke (jack dylan grazer), wayne clarke (jacob tremblay), micah clarke (christian convery)

pinterest here, playlist here.

JUST A CRAZY ROUGHNECKS DAUGHTER:

life isn’t much of anything when you’re the middle of 11 kids. on the farm it was early to rise and early to bed, everyone had a chore and unfortunately doris, the eldest of the kids, was given childcare duty more often than not. but the perk of being the middle of 11, is the ability to disappear. her father only cared about three (four) things; god, farm, family, whiskey. her mother followed a similar path and well...granny jo wasn’t the best idol according to her mother. and so ida decided to carve her own way in the world.

you see, the thing about being number six of eleven means you get exactly zero attention. and so you go seeking your attention elsewhere. and ida found that attention in the arms of bobby perkins. she was fourteen, him seventeen, and ida was smitten from day one. he talked her up, picked her up at the bonfires when she snuck out of the house, and promised that he would take her away from eastern tennessee. and then she graduated at 17 (a year early because to everyone’s surprise ida was actually quite intelligent), and took her to the majestic land that was florida.

living in a trailer park as bobby developed a bit of a following with his promise of love and freedom, and god-fearing community, ida realized just how much she liked the spotlight. she liked when people fawned over her, when they showered her with affection, and when they believed the words that left her mouth. it was easy work for her, talking to people, making them feel heard, inviting them in to the group. this was what she was made for.

but bobby didn’t like it. he didn’t like that others started to love ida more than him, that she would say something in opposition to him. always sweetly, always veiled as compliments and adoration for him. and so he came up with the plan to dump her, to leave her stranded, to get her away from his life, his goals.

and then suddenly ida was back on her parents front porch, saying she’d been accepted at ogden with a full ride, that bobby was still in florida and she had no idea what happened to him. and then she kissed her mother and father goodbye and moved to new hampshire for her future.

JUMPED HEADFIRST INTO THE WATER:

starting college as a freshman at twenty came with a whole list of questions. she answered them easily, she needed time between high school and college to get some real world experience. she wanted to travel, to work and save her money, but she always knew she would go, and that ogden was the place.

and then a year later greer started, and ida zeroed in on her. she was perfect for ida’s ego, for her life to befriend such a golden girl. to whisper words of wisdom. but soon greer, either seeing through ida’s facade or just over it altogether, gave ida the cold shoulder.

but she was undeterred, continuing on her merry way but always keeping an eye on the campus golden girl. she laughed when others needed the comedic boost, gave out compliments to those who needed it, and offered her support as needed. but it just isn’t enough is it?

BAPTIZED AWAY MY SINS:

looking forward, ida is hoping to continue to apply herself. charming anyone and everyone she can, collecting people in her pocket for when she needs them, making loyal friends and followers. currently she’s applying to master and phd programs, including the one at ogden, to continue her studies. and she’s keeping her eye out for the golden girl, curious to her disappearance, though a bit thrilled in the mystery. ida would never turn down the drama, and is not above going the extra mile when she’s a bit bored.

GREER:

ida entered college at age 20, with too much real-world experience it seemed. everyone was so boring at ogden, making problems out of nothing, feeding each other’s egos. and yet, ida knew what she could tap into while she was there, the wealth, the connections, the power. everything she needed, what she had never had. and enter greer, a beautiful eager girl with everything ida needed, everything she wanted to be. and so she quickly took to her side, hoping to offer friendship, advice, to mold her into the person that ida needed her to be. and it seemed to work for a while, greer maintaining her own self but still ida could clearly see her influences. until it stopped completely, greer icing her out of her life in one fell swoop. and in less than a year, ida went from building her empire and future on poor little greer, back to nothing. still she kept her tabs on greer, and she knew greer did the same. they acted polite and kind in public, a weird relationship of knowing each other but not really. ida played it off, acting as if greer was but a younger sibling to her. but to everyone else it was just an odd friendship that didn’t survive the test of time in college, nothing more and nothing less.

THE SIREN:

she pulls you in with her sweetness, but only when it’s too late do you realize her true colors. like sirens drown the sailors, ida isn’t afraid to take-down anyone she feels deserves it. Whether it is valid or not. she doesn’t care who it is, and sometimes she does it just for fun. breaking the hearts of boys and girls, dragging people's names through the mud, spreading a rumor to take them down completely. whatever it takes, she’ll do it. for her safety, for her entertainment, it doesn’t matter much to her. but even now, four years later at ogden, people haven’t seemed to really pick up on it. let’s face it, she won’t hesitate to push you in front of a bus, and will quite successfully convince you it had been an accident and she had been trying to save you from the bus.

extra:

previous tasks here

has a small shitty stick-and-poke tattoo of a cowboy hat just above her left elbow

has a small altar in her room decorated with random items that don’t make much sense to the outsider: a deer antler, a picture of a boy (bobby), a jar of ash, a few random stones, a small jar of honey, a jack daniels shooter

#ogdenintro #just a few updates but it's good ole ida for ya

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jxtty · 1 year ago

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☆ –– (michael evans behling ,he/him, cis man) who is Etan James 'EJ' Williams anyways? ew. you don’t know about him, we’ll bet you want to. they’re feeling 26 and karaoke feels like a perfect night to them. rumor has it they’re impulsive and childish because they care, but they’re also fun-loving and optimistic in the best way. he works to make a little money as An NFL Tight End. they’ve rented on a place on cornelia street in the form of an apartment. End game (a) is the song they could dance to the beat of forevermore. (davis, 30+, est,, he/him)

Demographics

Name: Etan James ‘EJ’ Williams

Age: 26

Sex/Gender: cis man

Ethnicity: Biracial (african american and caucasian)

Occupation: Tight End for the NY Jets

Socioeconomic status: Wealthy

Education: Bachelors in Archeology from Penn State

Physical Appearance

Eye color: brown

Skin color: light brown

Hair color: dark brown

Height: 6’4

Weight: 225 lbs

Body type: muscular

Fitness level: peak physical condition

Tattoos: TBD

Scars/Birthmarks: N/A

Disabilities: N/A

Background

EJ was born into a loving family near Philadelphia with an Older brother (WC) and three younger sisters (WC). He's always idolized his older brother and begged his parents to put him in YAFL so that he could play the game his brother loved: football.

He had an extraordinary talent for it from childhood and by the time he was a sophomore in High school he was already being scouted by multiple colleges, he, however, followed his brother to Penn State where they were able to play together one year, just like high school. They won a championship that year and, in combination with his best friend and college quarterback turned current NFL quarterback, he won another two championships his Junior and Senior years in college.

After college he once again followed in his brother's footsteps and was drafted into the NFL at 22 (as #89), going originally to the Arizona Cardinals for a single season before being traded to the New York Jets where he is today, which just so happened to be the team that his college quarterback was drafted to. He doesn't have evidence, but he strongly suspects that his trade was influenced by his best friend wanting his favorite tight end on his team again after being placed in a starting position unexpectedly after the veteran quarterback had a career ending injury.

Now he's been with the Jets for three seasons and they're coming off of a Super Bowl win with high expectations to go all the way again.

#cornelia.intro

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redpillfuturist215 · 2 years ago

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Male discrimination in education

*I have to reblog to add more pics.

A collection of links and videos highlighting the discrimination against males in education, as well as some solutions to the problem.

I have made this in response to a tweet from UN Men and Boys, unaffiliated with the UN because of course they don’t care.

Verbatim Twitter bio

Because @un won't tackle men's issues but they'll have @UN_Women tackle 1'st world white women issues. Not affiliated with the United Nations... Sadly.

The tweet, sharing a video by Better Bachelor

UN Men And Boys on Twitter: "Young men are being held back, and it's 100% on purpose. - YouTube https://t.co/naPqAbHydS" / Twitter

Direct link to the video

YouTube

Young men are being held back, and it's 100% on purpose.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OucFis41eCE

Rumble

https://rumble.com/v215zbd-young-men-are-being-held-back-and-its-100-on-purpose..html

Excellent contributions from CRC, whom you can follow here

https://twitter.com/CRC57325971

92 percent of sex-specific scholarships are reserved for women, study finds

https://www.thecollegefix.com/92-percent-of-sex-specific-scholarships-are-reserved-for-women-study-finds/

Teachers mark girls higher for IDENTICAL work to boys (OECD study).

https://www.the-sietch.com/index.php?threads/teachers-mark-girls-higher-for-identical-work-to-boys-oecd-study.3467/

Teachers Are Hard-Wired To Give Girls Better Grades, Study Says

https://www.forbes.com/sites/nickmorrison/2022/10/17/teachers-are-hard-wired-to-give-girls-better-grades-study-says/amp/

The Boys Feminism Left Behind

https://www.thefp.com/p/the-boys-feminism-left-behind

UNESCO and IEA Release New 5-Year International Literacy Report: Boys Lagging Girls

https://publishingperspectives.com/2017/12/unesco-iea-release-international-literacy-report-boys-lag/

Teachers, You Are Biased Against Boys and Need to Change

https://www.wokefather.com/education/teachers-you-are-biased-against-boys-and-need-to-change/

Boys left to fail at school because attempts to help them earn wrath of feminists, says ex-Ucas chief

https://www.telegraph.co.uk/education/2018/11/16/boys-left-fail-school-attempts-help-earn-wrath-feminists-says/

Stanford University Under Investigation For Sex Bias—Against Men

https://www.forbes.com/sites/kimelsesser/2022/11/30/stanford-university-under-investigation-for-sex-bias-against-men/?sh=14dfa7843c17

Boys falling far behind girls in HSC and at university

https://www.smh.com.au/national/nsw/boys-falling-far-behind-girls-in-hsc-and-at-university-20220607-p5arsk.html

The war on boys by Christina Hoff Sommers

"If boys are in trouble, so are we all"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OFpYj0E-yb4

The high school I went to, was all male for 139 years until feminists destroyed the space despite having their own all female school right up the street.

https://darlenecraviotto.com/2012/08/16/no-girls-allowed/

*Slight correction. I said 139 years but that was counting from 1st graduation, I was still 2 years off though. It was 147 if counting from founding in 1836. The school opened in fall 1838, with the 1st class graduating in 1842. The 1st girls transferred in as seniors in 1983.

JUDGE ORDERS ELITE OLD PHILADELPHIA HIGH SCHOOL TO ADMIT GIRLS

https://www.nytimes.com/1983/09/03/us/judge-orders-elite-old-philadelphia-high-school-to-admit-girls.html

PHILADELPHIA SCHOOL ADMITS WOMEN

https://www.nytimes.com/1983/09/13/us/philadelphia-school-admits-women.html

Fenn School - How Boys Learn

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b1p2GTpziwE

How feminism fails boys

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r8Icwgux5c0

Young Boys Are Being Treated Like Defective Girls and Falling Behind In EVERYTHING

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XcNmJV8EY3k

“Do something for these black boys now or you're going to be running from them later”

From paywalled NYT article

U.S. Judge Blocks Plan for All-Male Public Schools in Detroit

https://www.nytimes.com/1991/08/16/us/us-judge-blocks-plan-for-all-male-public-schools-in-detroit.html

The judge said no matter how important the goals of improving education for black males in Detroit, it couldn't happen while girls were excluded

https://greensboro.com/judge-blocks-detroit-plan-for-all-male-schools/article_db848d1e-9ddd-5d3f-ac27-887460ae024c.html

Detroit's Boys-Only Schools Facing Bias Lawsuit

https://www.nytimes.com/1991/08/14/education/detroit-s-boys-only-schools-facing-bias-lawsuit.html

The drugging of the American boy

https://www.esquire.com/news-politics/a32858/drugging-of-the-american-boy-0414/

Teachers give higher marks to girls

https://www.bbc.com/news/education-31751672

Girls Make Higher Grades than Boys in All School Subjects, Analysis Finds

https://www.apa.org/news/press/releases/2014/04/girls-grades

Do Schools Discriminate Against Boys?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qloY4OJxBoQ

Best Practices for Teaching African American Boys

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DeUFhei81wg

Strategies for teaching boys

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=azTH0icHox4

School Girls vs School Boys – MGTOW

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6QdYjURn_qc

Eliminating feminist teacher bias erases boys' falling grades, study finds

https://www.lifesitenews.com/news/eliminating-feminist-teacher-bias-erases-boys-falling-grades-study-finds/

The Role of Play in the Overly-Academic Classroom

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_jK-jC2__Fw

Don't want to miss orientation, esp. if you're male, don't want to be parading that toxic masculinity on campus – sarcasm

Is College Worth It?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HIyMXNeT16o

The Collegiate War Against Men

https://www.forbes.com/sites/richardvedder/2020/01/02/the-collegiate-war-against-men/?sh=6f8944e115b7

Britain's schools are failing boys who fall behind

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-6400597/Britains-schools-failing-boys-fall-behind.html

Schools are designed more for girls than for boys

https://dailycollegian.com/2018/04/schools-are-designed-more-for-girls-than-for-boys/

False paedophile smears and poor job prospects force male teachers to quit

https://www.thetimes.co.uk/article/false-paedophile-smears-and-poor-job-prospects-force-male-teachers-to-quit-lwbcrxmn8

MGTOW - Middle School Boys Speak Out Against Feminism & The Next Gen of MGTOW

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JRrD-n12ZVM

We must stop indoctrinating boys in feminist ideology

https://www.telegraph.co.uk/men/thinking-man/11747413/We-must-stop-indoctrinating-boys-in-feminist-ideology.html

Not only should boys learn in an all-male environment with plenty of physical activity and unstructured play, but their school should start later.

*Boys mature slower physically, socially, and linguistically.

Be Worried About Boys, Especially Baby Boys

https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/moral-landscapes/201701/be-worried-about-boys-especially-baby-boys

Boys Lag Behind: How Teachers’ Gender Biases Affect Student Achievement

https://mitili.mit.edu/sites/default/files/project-documents/SEII-Discussion-Paper-2016.07-Terrier.pdf

A longer, 20 minute video, Christina Hoff Sommers: The War on Boys

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wPgoyK_5KV0

Feminism has gone too far says universities admissions chief as she calls for positive action to help more boys study degrees

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-3386637/Feminism-gone-far-says-universities-admissions-chief-calling-action-help-boys-study-degrees.html

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